Page 16 of Curious Cameron
Cameron's shyly covered up his lower half with one of the sheets.
"How do you feel?" I ask while sitting down on the edge of the bed and handing over the washcloth. "I imagine this was a lot for you. Do you want me to leave you alone for a while?"
"No, stay here. I'm okay," Cameron says with a small smile as he wipes up the mess on his belly. And his nipples. His tits, I called them. Shit. That might have been a step too far.
Post-nut clarity comes around to bite me in the ass. Cameron's never fooled around with a guy before and there I went feminizing him right out of the gate. Most guys I fuck like it when I talk dirty like that, but Cameron's not some anonymous hook-up.
He's special. He's Cameron.
I shouldn't have sprung that on him in the heat of the moment.
I rub the back of my neck. "Hey, I'm sorry for all that raunchy shit I said."
Cameron's blush deepens as he finishes cleaning up and tosses the dirty washcloth onto the nightstand. "No, it was…it's fine. It was kinda hot. Really hot, actually. I liked hearing you say those things. And I liked everything you did too. That was amazing."
Damn right he did. I know what I'm doing. I can't help but feel a little cocky. I lean in closer to Cameron with a grin. "So, you think you might want to do it again?"
Cameron groans and drops his face into his hands. "Yeah," he mutters into his palms.
He says something else, but he's mumbling so bad I don't catch it.
I take Cameron by the elbow and encourage him to look at me while we talk. No hiding. No lies. No bullshit. I want to hear Cameron tell me the truth and share all his worries with me.
"Say it," I gently prod him. "Tell me, Cam."
"I-I want to do this again with you," he finally admits with fawn-like eyes. "I might not be so straight, but I don't know if I'm all the way…gay?"
"You don't gotta put a label on it."
Cameron nods. "I don't want you to think I'm only using you to get off."
I know he wouldn't do that, but it's nice to hear Cameron say it. "I'm not worried about that," I reassure him.
He licks his bottom lip, a nervous tic that I'll never get tired of watching. "But I think, um, maybe I wouldn't mind being used?"
Now it's my turn to be shocked. It takes me a second to unscramble my brain and untangle my tongue so I can force words out of my mouth. "What do you mean?"
"All that stuff you said. About hot twinks and other guys using me."
I shrug my shoulders and try to play it off casually. "I was super horny, Cam. It was just dirty talk. I wouldn't really do anything like that to you."
Not unless he was into it.
"Yeah, but what if I wanted you to?" Cameron asks, his voice laced with hesitation but his eyes full of hope.
Fuck. He's into it.
"You'd want that?" I can't hide my knowing smirk. "You'd be cool with being my hot twink for a night?"
Cameron takes a deep breath and nods his head. He's still looking at me, but he's staring at my chin instead of into my eyes. And he's blushing harder than ever. That spread of pink across his skin crawls down to his neck. "Y-yeah."
"You do understand what that'd mean, right?" I have to make sure Cameron understands in black-and-white terms what he's signing up to do. "It means me and another guy would fuck you. Are you sure you want your first time doing anal to be like that? We don't gotta rush. We can take it slow."
No need to go diving into the deep end when Cameron's barely dipped his toes into the wading pool.
"How did you do it?" he asks. "Your first time with another guy?"
"Oh, uh." I let out a quick laugh and shrug. "I lost my virginity with two guys, actually. This older couple. Met them at a club and they took me home and we fooled around. They taught me how to suck dick and I tried bottoming, but I didn't like it. Got to try out topping with one of them while the other watched and I never looked back."
