Page 41 of For the Fans
My hand is working on its own, dragging myself to the edge harder and harder, legs spreading, muscles constricting. It feels sofucking good, I just…
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I rush out the words, to no one, because my imaginary friend isn’t here.
It’s just me, stroking out my orgasm onto my abs.
Butdamn, it still feels fucking great.
My dick shoots while I whine and rasp out hushed sounds, soaking myself in streams of slick cum. Chest pumping up and down, I release every drop and then sort of melt into the mattress, ragged breaths flying out of me as I try to catch them.
I lie basking in it for minutes, until my eyes snap open, landing on my phone, the camera lens aimed at me.
Sheesh… I totally forgot I was recording for a second there.
Sitting up, I glance down at my orgasm all over my chest and abs, swiping my fingers through the mess. Then I peek back at the camera, locking my eyes on it as I gingerly slip them into my mouth.
Mmm… salty.
I wonder if they’ll like that…
Because I think I definitely do.
I’m walking on freaking sunshine.
Twenty-four hours after posting that video on my OF, I officially have over a hundred new fans, more than half of whom paid for the six-month subscription.
I can’t believe I’m raking in dough like this already. I thought it would take me at least a month to get this thing off the ground, but I guess I’ve tapped into something because I just hit five thousand followers on Twitter.In less than ten days!
Boo-yah! Backwardz_Cap comin in hot!
That’s my username.Backwardz_Cap.I thought it was pretty clever, considering that I’ve made rocking a backwards Yankees cap my signature in my content. I don’t care about baseball, but I figured wearing a BC cap, or even a Red Sox one, might be too close to home. So I dug out my dad’s old Yankees cap I used to wear before we moved here. Not that it’s a disguise at all. And if someone I know from school were to happen upon my account, and subscribed, they would definitely know that it’s me.
Still, I don’t show my face on Twitter, or in my profile pic on OnlyFans. And Frankie’s been doing OnlyFans for a year with nothing more than a little veil covering her face and no one here has found her… Or if they have, they haven’t confronted her about it. I guess it’s like she says… People prefer to stay discreet when it comes to porn. No one needs to know what’s happening on someone else’s phone screen.
Accept Big Brother… Because let’s face it, he’s always watching.
At this point, I almost have enough money to pay my first tuition installment, and that won’t be due for another few weeks. I’m in a great position so far, but I can’t get cocky. Running this thing is definitely a full-time job. As it stands, I’m on my phone constantly, sharing little clips on Twitter, constantly pimping my OF, responding to DMs from my fans and teasing upcoming videos. I also spend way too much time trying to think of original content.
People loved the jerk-off video, but I don’t think doing just that will be able to hold their attention for long.They always end up wanting more…
For example, I’ve already gotten several DMs from guys requesting that I collaborate, i.e. bringing someone else on camera with me. And judging by the people suggesting it, I’m not sure they would want that person to be female…
That’s a whole other thing I’m not sure I can wrap my head around just yet. I mean, if it meant raking in thousands of dollars, I’m sure I could get on board… But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be nervous. After all, it’d be a bit of a change-up from my normal sexual repertoire.
I’m on my way to meet the crew at Frankie’s new apartment in Brookline to help her unpack. She’s officially relocated from the BC dorms into her new place. I’ve seen pictures, but I can’t wait to see it in person… It looks insane.
Hopping off the train, I walk the couple of blocks to Frankie’s street, counting the numbers on the large houses until I reach hers. And I have to stop and stare at it, because it’s really juststunning.
Boston is such a beautiful city. Everything has this colonial feel to it, even the modern stuff. And with the trees all decorated in orange, red, and yellow leaves, the brisk air brushing across my face… I have to say, I like it here. I wasn’t sure I would whenI left New York, but now that I’m in the heart of the city, I can admit it’s a pretty special place.
Jogging up the stoop of the multi-family home, I press the button for Frankie’s apartment, and within seconds, the door is buzzing me in. I’m barely finished knocking on the door before it’s flinging open, and I’m being greeted by all sorts of excited squeals and cheek kisses.
Micah, Zeb, and Bea are already here, drinks in hand. And of course, with my arrival, it’s time to spark it up. Working my magic, I roll a fat joint for us to share in a matter of seconds, which we smoke while Frankie gives me the tour.
“Are you excited for my Halloween party?” she asks me as I help her unpack things I feel like we were just packing the last time I helped her move, a few months back.
“Oh, yes.” I grin, handing her items as she scampers around the room, putting them away in various spots. “Nothing like a party full of people dressed like slutty versions of their favorite characters.”
She chuckles. “Have you decided on a costume?”
