Page 40 of For the Fans
Grazing my fingers over my nuts, I squeeze them a bit before my hand slides back up, slowly stroking my cock as it fills rapidly. It’s a little cold in here, so my nipples are pebbled… Not to mention that the thrill of evendoingthis is giving me goosebumps.
It’s the ultimate naughty act of exhibitionism in the twenty-first century. Filming yourself doing things you should theoretically only be doing in private. And I suppose it’s stillprivate, in a sense.
This is just for the fans… the people who have paid money for me do it. And surprisingly, that notion seems to turn me on even more.
Hence why my dick is thick and solid in my hand, my heart thumping wildly within my chest from the nerves, adrenaline, and the thrill of it. I continue to gradually palm my cock, a teasing dance that’s born out of mild trepidation. Honestly, it’s kind of my brand so far.The college student, hesitantly and wantonly exploring himself in his dorm room all alone…
My left hand pushes my sweatpants down a little more, while the right works up a rhythm. Eyes closed, head tipped back, I writhe into the sensation of giving myself pleasure, while my mind flips through various musings…
I wonder what my fans would like to see…
Do they like when I tease myself, slowly, like this? Do they touch themselves, watching me touch myself?
I wonder if it makes them as hot as it makes me, and even thinking about it has my hips chasing the friction of my hand pulling on my cock, more and more.
This is my first full-length video. Up until this point, I’ve only been sharing pictures and a few video clips. And the thing that’s sort of surprised me more than the fact that people are even paying for this in the first place, is how many of my subscribers areguys.
Call it my own naivety, I guess, but for some reason, I stupidly assumed that because I’m straight and have only ever hooked up with girls,girlswould be the ones watching me. On the contrary. About ninety percent of my subscribers are men, and they all seem to be the most generous with the tips and the comments.
Truthfully, I’m just grateful for all of it, regardless of who it’s coming from.
I’ve never been a macho-hetero dude. It’s just not me. I’ve always seen sexuality as fluid for other people, and I suppose it is for me too, even though I’ve never been attracted to another man before.
Well, maybe not in a way that’s felt obvious… I’ve noticed guys before, but it was always an abstract thought. I figured if I was bisexual, then my desire to hook up with a guy would take over and it would just happen. But it hasn’t, so in that sense, I just call myselfstraightand that’s that.
But now that I have a bunch of men watching me touch myself, telling me howgorgeousI am and about all the things they’d like to do to me… I don’t know. It sparks this tiny little buzz of excitement in the pit of my stomach that I can’t explain.
I’m not repulsed by it, not even close. In fact, I think it might be what’s turning me on the most.
My eyes creep open and I peek at the camera, only to remind myself not to and flutter them shut once more, biting my lip and fucking my fist harder as a soft groan escapes me. I can’t even tell if it was for the benefit of the video or if it just happened, but I’m definitely burning up inside my skin right now. The confusion of jumbled thoughts about my sexuality is heavy, weighing on my chest like someone’s sitting on top of me. But instead of ignoring it or pushing it away, I lean into it.
I let it fuel things… The lust, the untapped desire… The curiosity of what it would be like if someone else was in the room with me right now,watching.
Just watching… at first. But then maybe they would come over. Slowly step up to the bed, then drop their knees onto the mattress by my side.
No…Over my hips.
Maybe they would straddle me and push my hand away so they could take my cock in theirs and stroke itforme. Leaning over my mouth and brushing my lips with theirs…
“Ffuck…” The word just gusts from my mouth while my dick leaks in my hand.
Squeezing it harder, I stroke faster, the fire inside me building to a roaring blaze. My left hand slinks up my chest and I brush my nipple, whimpering at the sensation that seems to be winding through every nerve in my body.
God, I want to come. I just need to come so bad right now, it’s all I can think about. I’m chasing my orgasm, fucking up into my hand with twisted and warped images in my brain of someone else getting me there.
I don’t know who it is, but it’s a person, and I think they’re not like anyone I’ve ever done this with before. I think they’rebigger… Like my size. Warm and hard everywhere.
I imagine them kissing down my chest, sucking my nipple as hard as I’m pinching it. Gliding lower, biting me and tonguingtheir way through the lines of my abs. Then taking my cock into their wet mouth and sucking on it the wayImight…
Timid… But hungry. Nervously ravenous.
“God, fuck…yes…” I whisper, keeping my eyes shut tight, because if I open them, I might lose this… whatever it is.
This fantasy. This dirty, delicious, puzzling reverie.
In my imagination, I reach down for their head and feel a backwards cap, like the one I’m wearing now. I push it off and thread my fingers through soft hair, gripping it in my fist while I ride their mouth and my toes curl.
I’m so fucking close… I’m so,soclose, and all I want in the world is to blow every thick pulse of cum I can down their throat and watch them swallow for me.
