Page 80 of Roleplay at Randy's
It’s nice getting to sit and be with him like this. Even our sexual energy is sated, and being in his presence just feelsgood. Like we’re right where we belong.
It’s strangely adorable how in the zone he gets, and I wonder if he ever gets lost in his own fantasies. I wonder if he’d ever like to try any of them out …
I shake out the thought and wipe my hands on my pants, glancing back up to catch Matty watching me. Our eyes lock for a brief second, and then he returns to his screen with the lightest of flushes.
Tap tap tap.
He drops his hand on top of mine and taps the back of my hand. ‘Hold on’. Not an ASL sign but a signal we’ve decided on.
His fingers fly over his laptop keys, and when he’s satisfied with whatever he wrote, his attention breaks. Our hands link together, and Matty pushes his headphones off his ears.
“Enjoying yourself?” My lips tip up at the corners, and even though Matty rolls his eyes, his do the same.
“I’m basically transcribing what we did earlier, only withsome embellishments considering we had to be on our best behavior.”
“Oh? Judging by the look on your face … are you getting fucked?” My voice is low enough that someone would have to be pretty close to hear, but I realize as Matty’s expression pinches that he might not have caught it either. As soon as I open my mouth to repeat myself, he shakes his head sharply.
“I heard you,” he mumbles, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “Sorry. Notification of another comment, and I’m starting to see a pattern.”
Tabling Matty’s fantasy writing—sadly—I squeeze his hand and pull mine back to drop my chin into my palm. “What are they saying?”
Matty sighs and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s video requests. Or inquiries, I guess.”
“What are they asking for?”
Matty shrugs. “They’ve been asking when I’m going to bring someone else in again. That’s the big one. People subscribe because they think I’m hot—or they’re a fucking fetishist, but what the hell ever. If you’re going to objectify me at least you’re fucking paying me for it. Anyway, what’s better than watching a hot guy get himself off? Watching him be used and abused—in a purely sexual sense—by another hot guy.”
I’m still technically subscribed to Matty’s page, but the one thing I don’t touch are his backlog of videos with other men. Not because he did anything wrong by sleeping with them, obviously, but because it ramps my jealousy up to a damn ten to think about anyone having him the way that I do now.
“Have you ever done it the other way?” I reach over and steal one of his fries, narrowly avoiding the literal slap to the wrist he attempts. “Like you topping them?”
A blush fills his cheeks as his eyes dart away. I’ve been thinking about it more and more since he asked if I wanted him to fuck me. Ass play is great and all, but I’ve never tried with more than one of my fingers.
That alone makes me feel full and slightly uncomfortable, so I’m not sure what a greater stretch would feel like. I’ve been a little too nervous to try.
“Okay, let me rephrase: have you done any videos where you’re the one playing with the other person?”
Matty tilts his head, stuffing another fry in his mouth, and nods. “I like body worship, so I’ve definitely done some where I spend a lot of time working guys up. Those usually end in blowjobs. But to answer your first question, no. I’ve never fucked a guy on camera. I’ve never fucked a guy at all.”
“Is that something you’d like to do?” The words fly out of my mouth before I can really think about them. Okay, I mean, I guess I’ve been thinking about them a lot, but I wasn’t going to say them out loud.
Matty’s breath stutters, shoulders tensing, but his eyes are staring straight into mine. “Are you offering?”
Am I?
Flashes of Matty on top of me, guiding my body, doing whatever he pleases, they send heat spiraling through me, and I know this is something we at least need to try.
“I don’t know for certain that I’ll like it.” I shrug. “But if you’re up for it…?”
Between one second and the next, Matty’s smile turns blinding. “You could tell me you’re into puppy play and I’d give it a shot.”
I bark out a laugh and reach over the table to ruffle his hair, though he ducks and tries to shove me back. “Who’s the puppy in this scenario, huh? You or me? Maybe you should write about it.”
He lets out his own chuckle and finally succeeds in swatting me away. “Maybe I will. Maybe you’ll get a collar with your name on it for your birthday.”
“Hey now. Yours comes first, and here you are giving me ideas.”
“Hmm. Me fucking you might be a pretty good birthday present.”
