Page 3 of Sweet Shots

“How can I help?” Zach asks.

There’s nothing he can do, but I appreciate him asking. He’s supportive and kind and caring, and I wish he would have come with me when I left. But unlike me, he has a loving family and a mother who isn’t a piece of shit.

“I’m not sure you can,” I say. “I emailed someone about it already.”

“So, you just need some patience.”

“Yeah, my favorite thing.”

“I heard that eye roll,” he responds with a laugh. “Maybe you should come visit.”

“Hell fucking no. I want to feel better, not worse.”

“Seeing me won’t make you feel better?”

I don’t miss the flirty undertone there, though I know better than to take it seriously.

Zach isn’t only my best friend, he’s my ex. Ex-friends with benefits, I guess. We hooked up on and off for years, and he’s the one who got me into being a cam boy. He liked recording us fuck, told me how good I looked on camera, and so I kept with it. When I realized it could make me money, I jumped on that bandwagon, ready to get the hell out of hell. I told him he should do the same, considering how much money I make, but he was worried about people finding out and his family getting shame for it. Plus, he doesn’t have the time to edit and film the way I do. His mother is chronically ill, and he has five younger siblings, three of which are still under eighteen. I offered to help, but still, he wouldn’t accept it.

“Maybe, but I don’t have any money to get there.”

“Like that’s an excuse…”

“I’ll think about it,” I say, locking eyes with CP, who looks like he’s plotting my murder. He’s loafing in front of his food dish, subtly telling me he’s hungry. I already fed him his breakfast and he won’t eat again until it’s lunchtime, no matter how mean he wants to be about it. I’m in charge here; not him.

I stay on the phone with Zach a while longer, and it helps my mood a little. With nothing else to do, I get on with my day, hoping the dread will settle and these people will get backto me about how to fix this. It must be something as simple as reporting it to the companies, right?

Normally I’d make more videos, because I didn’t even come in that last one, but I’m just not in the mood for that. When the sun goes down, and Dominic’s music reaches an all-time high, I put on headphones, listen to my own music, and fall asleep.

Chapter Two

Dominic

The camera is set up at an angle that captures the couch perfectly. I press the record button just as the doorbell rings.

I pull the door open, taking in the man on the other side. He’s a bit skinnier than his most recent photos, but his face is just as handsome. Not that I care about him being skinny, but I’ll have to go easier on him. I enjoy guys who are slightly smaller than me, because I can be rough with them, and that’s my favorite. Don’t want them bigger than me, though, because that’s my job.

“Chase, how are you?” I ask.

“Much better now that I’m here.” He smiles shyly.

“Good answer.”

I move to the side so he can walk in, and I close and lock the door after him. I can’t imagine what people must think, seeing so many men coming and going from here, but no one has ever asked. They don’t treat me differently, except for the guy nextdoor with a stick up his ass. But I feel like he’s like that all the time, not just toward me. He walks around like he’s better than everyone else, sneering and scowling at me every chance he gets. I’ve tried being friendly, and it’s clear he wants no part of it, so I gave up. Fuck him. If he doesn’t want to be nice to me, I don’t have to be nice to him. I don’t have time to work on being friends with my neighbors. I’ve got work to do and money to make.

“So,” I begin, turning toward Chase with a smile. “You remember what we talked about, right?”

“Sure do,” he says, smiling back. “I catch you jerking off on the couch. You freak out, thinking I’m an intruder. You teach me a lesson.”

My dick gets hard at just the thought. Role playing is my absolute favorite, and I’ve built my adult platform around it. Been rolling in the dough ever since. Funny how people are so judgmental about porn, yet they’re so quick to spend money on it when they can be anonymous.

“Love when a man can follow rules,” I say, and Chase’s eyes light up.

He’s a twink cam boy who loves getting fucked hard on screen. Which is one of my favorite things to do. I was thrilled when he agreed to work with me. I do my own solo content from time to time, but mostly, I find others to do it with, pay them some amount upfront, and make bank on the rest thanks to my tens of thousands of subs.

“It’s easy to do when I’m getting rewarded,” he adds, rocking back on his heels.

I smirk, holding his gaze before taking a backward step.

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