Page 2 of Spring Fling
He left his pants low on his hips, the base of his cock within view as he lifted his wet shirt up and over his head, disheveling his dark hair. His bright blue eyes flashed as he bit his bottom lip. That damn lip ring called to me and I ached to feel it press into me again. The video wasn’t helping.
Big hands roamed his chest as Joe’s eyes closed. A pink tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he toyed with his nipples. He hadpierced them. Of course, he’d had them pierced. Joewouldhave fucking pierced nipples. How had I never noticed that before?
He tweaked the little barbells through his flesh and my hand on my dick squeezed harder. A whimper escaped me as my palm rubbed up and down. This shouldn’t be so damn hot. I should feel so damn dirty watching this, but wasn’t that the problem? Society had taught us that porn and sex work were filthy, but damn... Joseph Bishop was fucking beautiful.
When he finally pushed those pants down, my mouth ran dry. There. On my screen. Was a very naked, very aroused Joe. I couldn’t watch anymore. My phone landed on the mattress as I shoved my hand into my pants, fingers wrapping around the impossibly hard length of my cock. Dear fucking God, I’d never been this hard. I could cry with the relief of skin-on-skin contact. My fist worked quickly, jacking in uneven strokes as I chased my release. If my heart beat any harder, it was bound to explode.
“Oh, God,” I cried as cum rolled down my fingers and soaked the front of my underwear.
Another groan.
Shit.
The video. It was playing.
I picked it up just in time to see Joe reach his own orgasm, his sticky release shooting over his abs.
Oh no.
Oh fucking no.
What the hell was I going to do?
Chapter 2
Joe
“Joe!”
I jumped, slamming down the lid to my laptop. It wasn’t like Teresa to open the door to the basement, but I wasn’t normally in the habit of leaving it unlocked when I was working. Thoughts of editing the latest video I’d recorded distracted me. The money had been rolling in recently and I had a steady stream of new subscribers. At the rate I was going, I’d be able to move out of my sister’s basement in no time. The problem was explaining how I was able to do it.
“What?”
The second her footsteps echoed down the stairs, I was out of my seat, grabbing the camera and tripod, and shoving it into the closet. There wasn’t an easy way to explain why it was just hanging out. If she knew what I was doing down here with her six-year-old daughter hanging out upstairs, she’d be pissed.
She paused at the bottom of the steps, eyebrow raised as I leaned against the door to the closet.
“McKenzie wants to go to the park, but I need to get to the store to buy groceries before it gets too late. You wouldn’t happen to have time to take her, would you?”
My niece was my favorite person. If people didn’t know my family, there were times when she was mistaken for being my kid, but the joke was on them. As much as I loved the munchkin, I had no desire to be a parent.
“I got you. Is the bug ready to go? I just need to put a few things away and then I can take her.”
Teresa looked around the room, as if trying to figure out what I was talking about. “She’s been sitting on the couch with her shoes and jacket on for the last ten minutes, begging me. I’d say she was ready.”
That tracked. The kid loved being outside. Unlike most kids glued to screens, McKenzie thrived amongst the trees. Fortunately, my sister’s house wasn’t too far from a cute little park. It was a hard find in Seattle.
“Cool, tell her that her favorite uncle will be there in a minute.”
Teresa laughed, turning to go back up the stairs. “You’re her only uncle.”
I gave her a salute she couldn’t see. “Noted, still doesn’t mean I’m not her favorite.”
Once my sister was gone, I pulled the tripod and camera back out. It had taken me a while to build up my equipment, and I wasstill working on getting a rotating set. Damaging what I already had wasn’t in the cards at the moment.
I carefully removed the light from the top of the camera and wound up the cords, putting things in their proper cases before folding the tripod more carefully and putting it away properly. I took one more look around the room to make sure there wasn’t any more incriminating evidence laying out.
I’d already stashed the lube with the obnoxiously large dildo I’d used during the video. My viewers liked it when I used toys. There was an increasing demand for me to collaborate with someone and not only do solo work, but something about that didn’t sit right, which was weird, since I loved sex. It didn’t matter who it was with. I’d had all sorts of partners over the years, but especially with my sister’s rules while living under her roof, it just wasn’t happening.
