Page 36 of Curious Cameron
I don't know and frankly…I don't care.
I'm crying, but I'm moaning at the same time. The pleasure is too much even when it isn't enough to make me come.
I desperately want to jack myself off, but I know better than to touch myself. I won't find release until Trevor makes me come.
Until he gives me permission.
Trevor and Marlon keep talking as they take their pleasure from me. They dole out praise and insults hand in hand. They call me names. Slut, bitch, whore. But they also call me a good boy and tell me I'm perfect.
It's downright intoxicating. I'm suspended in satisfaction. Trevor keeps nailing my prostate on every other thrust, but without a helping hand, I'm denied an end. I'm able to float in that perfect submissive headspace.
The only thing that tugs me back to earth is a question from Marlon.
"You boys want a photo to remember tonight? Or a video?"
"What do you say, Cam?" Trevor's out of breath. "You okay being caught on camera being a gay slut?"
He puts a stop to everything as he pulls out and shoos away Marlon's grip on my hair. Trevor gets his fingers on my chin and twists my head back. I look right at him.
I feel…so raw. So exposed.
I'm sore. Aching all over. I don't feel pretty or photo-worthy yet I can't help but want to document it. I've spent my whole life drawing pictures of others. This time I want to be the subject rather than the artist.
"Please, Trev. I want to remember this. Please, sir. Let him t-take some photos. And a video too."
This is insane.
Trevor and I didn't bother taking any photos of our wedding, but we're going to have dirty snapshots of me losing my virginity? Yet…I want it. I want to give Trevor a little porno of our own making. Though if I'm being honest, it's as much a gift to myself as it is for Trevor.
I never want to forget how I've felt tonight.
And maybe I want the proof so I have something to use as a reference for a future painting.
"Fucking hell, Cam. You're so unbelievable. Fuck, okay. Go on, Marlon."
"Where's his phone?" Marlon asks.
Oh, my phone. They're going to use my phone to record all this. Fuck, that makes it even hotter. "There's no passcode," I whisper. My voice is too hoarse to say anything else.
Trevor gets my phone and gives it up to Marlon. With one hand, Marlon begins to snap photos as Trevor slides back inside. He fits like a glove. My body welcomes him without any issues now. He hits home in one smooth singular thrust. I don't close my eyes.
This time, I stare right into the camera's eye as Trevor fucks me.
With one hand, Marlon holds up the camera while he resumes control of my mouth. I continue looking into the camera as I suck Marlon off. Though he doesn't permit that for long. Within another minute, they're back to fucking me like I'm a set of holes.
I keep my obedient and submissive posture. On my hands as knees as they…use me.
I'm being used.
My shame and arousal are so wrapped they've become one. I'm flushed from head to toe. Gasping and moaning and crying as my submission is recorded forever. How could I have been such a fool before? How could I have never realized this is what I want?
I want Trevor. I want my best friend.
And I want him to share me whenever, wherever, and with whoever he wants.
My balls are about to burst. I need to climax so badly. It's starting to hurt.
"You wanna come, Cam?" Trevor's picked up on my desperate need. Somehow he knows I've hit my shattering point. Though it sounds more like he's taunting me rather than offering me relief. There's that mean edge to his voice that creeps out when he's close to coming.
