Page 119 of For the Fans
I scoff out loud.
Me: Performance?? *accusatory eyebrow-lifted emoji*
Avi: Uh yea. Baldwin the Eagle gets funky
Me: You’re an idiot
Avi: So what are you doing?
I squint at the screen.
Me: I’m going to bed... Why? What are you doing?
Avi: Also going to bed.
Avi: So it’s kinda like we’re… going to bed together ;)
Me: No. It’s not.
Me: And isn’t it like 10pm there?? Why are you going to bed so early…
Avi: Ok you caught me. I’m in bed because I’m playing with my dick...
I swallow, shifting under the covers as a frisson of unwanted excitement tickles my gut.
Avi: You wanna see?
Me: No.
But of course, because he’s Avi, that doesn’t stop him.
Only a second later, a picture of his dick pops up on my screen. And like a reflex, I slap my phone screen down on my stomach.
Shaking my head, I mutter, “Dumbass,” to no one, preparing to put my phone away and go to bed. But then, against my will, my hand slowly flips my phone back up, and I bite my lip.Just a quick peek…
The dick on the screen is hard, and long, and the one I’ve come to know asAvi’s. His hand is curled around it, thumb teasing the thick exposed crown.
Avi: Now your turn
Me: I’m not doing this with you
Avi: *three pouty face emojis*
Me: Avi…
Avi: Are you alone?
Me: Yes…
Avi: Then be a good boy and take your cock out for me
A chill runs over my flesh, the thump in my nuts reminding me of how many days it’s been since I came. And then my mind slithers back to the memory of the last time I came... And what was happening to me when it occurred.
I bite my lip, my dick already stiffening up good from remembering. But I force myself to stand firm and reply.
Me: That doesn’t work if we’re not filming, dickwad.
Avi: Who says I can’t upload this stuff for the fans?
