Page 25 of Curious Cameron
Cameron's never slutted around. He's what they call a baby gay in the scene. An innocent rookie who's experienced so little and still has so much to learn.
I need to be his mentor in this. His guide. A teacher, in a way. I can still get my rocks off, but Cameron's comfort comes foremost. So, I make sure he's lubed up and stretched out thoroughly.
I don't stop finger-fucking him until he's craning up on his tip-toes, arching his back and trying to rock against the possessive thrusts of my finger curling in and out of his quivering hole.
Cameron still hasn't opened his eyes.
I watch for both of us. I stare directly into the mirror so I don't miss a single second of Cameron's reaction. I devour each twitch in his face. Every sigh, pant, and moan that falls from his slack mouth.
I want to fuck Cameron so bad right now. I'm rock hard for him and my mind feels like it's been burnt to crisp, but I won't push him into anything he's not ready to do. Or take away his choice to lose his virginity the way he's decided to do it.
Even if it is bonkers for a guy like Cameron to lose it in a three-way.
I'm one to talk. I did it myself, after all, but this is different.
He's such a bottom.
And a sub. And a twink.
Fuck.
The more I try to talk myself out of it the deeper I dig myself into wanting this. Both for myself. And for Cameron. For both of us.
"You ready?" I ask. I do my best to suppress the growl in my voice, but it still edges out.
Cameron nods. His eyes closed. His mouth is sealed shut.
"Get in the shower, slut." I'm still watching him, monitoring his reaction. Trying to gauge if I've gone too far or said too much.
"Trev," he whimpers. Cameron's erection twitches and the blush on his face darkens.
"You like that?" I ask, licking the smile on my mouth. Yeah, I can see Cameron likes it when I call him dirty names, but I want to hear him say it. "Love it when I'm a little mean while being so nice to you?"
He nods again. "Yeah, I like it. I don't know why but I…I really like it, Trev."
"Kinky slut," I chuckle while I help Cameron get into the shower. He stares down at the dildo with wide eyes. "That's so much bigger than the other one."
I'm quick to reassure him. "I stretched you out real good and we'll use more lube. Don't worry about that fake cock for now, Cam. First, you're gonna get more familiar with a real one."
My cock, that is.
"Kneel, Cam."
Cameron slowly prostrates himself in the shower. Goddamn, he looks good like that. I'm breathing in deep as I tug off my tank top and pull down my sweatpants.
"You're big too, Trev," he whispers, but he's licking his lips and staring at my package with obvious desire.
"We'll go slow," I tell him. I wrap my fingers around the base of my pulsing erection, giving it a tug and my balls a massage toease off the pressure that's been building up. Cameron watches the mini-show squirming on his knees.
I grin. This is going so well and it's about to get better. There's a small part of me that's whispering I should stop this, but it's drowned out by the louder demands of my desire. I take the bottle of lube with me as I get into the shower.
It's fine, I tell myself to shut up that little spark of doubt.
This is just for fun and Cameron wants it as much as I do. And I'm going to take care of him. I'll make this good for him too. I set aside the lube with the shampoo and conditioner. I lean against the shower, taking a deep breath to steady myself before I dive in.
"What are you waiting for?" I invite with my grin spread wide and my cock on display. "Get over here and start exploring the world of blowjobs, Cam."
"R-right," he stumbles over his words and then he inches forward on his knees. His gaze flickers between my face and my cock. As if he can't decide where to look.
