Page 7 of Curious Cameron
I skip ahead in the video. It goes from teasing blowjobs to railing. The action moves from the floor to a leather sofa. Both the twink's mouth and his ass are stuffed full of cock. He's making the most delicious moaning sounds as he's taken from both ends.
With his face partially obscured, I realize he kind of looks like Cameron. A blond skinny boy…no, what the fuck?
I'm not going there. I can't.
I let out a frustrated sigh before turning up the volume on my headphones. The exaggerated sounds of sex drown out my thoughts. I ignore my brain and focus on my body.
The men in the video clip are saying nasty shit. It's far beyond fun dirty talk. Calling the twink a stupid slut and a dumb whore. Total and complete degradation.
They pull his hair and pinch his nipples. He's treated like he's their toy. Like he's only an object that exists for them to fuck.
Yet he's into it.
That makes him a hot twink. He loves being roughly used and giving it all up. He begs for it when his mouth is free. Damn, he even sounds like Cameron now.
I can't stop thinking about my best friend. As I listen and watch the guy in the video beg for a drilling in his holes, my brain keeps recasting the role of hot twink. Cameron becomes the star of the show.
Fucking hell.
This is the exact reason I took the ring off in the first place. But I can't stop myself. Once I'm thinking about fucking Cameron's skinny ass, I don't stop thinking about him. I might be watching the video, but my imagination is running wild.
I imagine fucking Cameron in my bed…inourbed.
But we're not alone.
I have him pinned on his back with his legs spread for me while another man downs down his wrists. Who's the other guy helping me show Cameron how to get dicked down? Doesn't matter. All that matters is that Cameron begs for more, wants it harder and faster.
Eager and willing to be stuffed full of cock…and painted with come.
Hot twinks are nothing more than a set of holes. They're the perfect boy sluts. Always ready to kneel or bend over for real men.
Fuck, I'm going to come.
I let out a deep grunt as I hit the point of no return. With one last tug, I shoot my seed into my hand. I toss my head back, breathing hard and my heart racing.
What the hell am I doing? I blink open my eyes and close out the video before I grab some tissues to clean myself up.
I can't let Cameron know about this. I've got to keep this part of myself hidden from him.
I've always said I'd protect Cameron.
Even if the person I'm protecting him from is me.
Chapter 4
Cameron
I don’t move my head. I keep my eyes closed.
I don't dare to do anything until the bedroom door shuts and I can hear Trevor creak down the stairs. Off to his way too early morning jog. Goes every day and never misses it, just like he never misses his weekend trip to the gym.
I'm starting to know his daily routine.
Maybe I'm starting to know it a little too well.
Because now I know the type of videos Trevor likes to watch when he's taking care of...himself.
I hadn't meant to walk in on him like that. I only went into the computer room to ask what our breakfast plans were. As soon as I saw what he was doing, I walked backward, quietly closed the door, and sneaked back into bed.
