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“Yep!”

“It’ll be in the way! Or I’ll crush my dick!” My hand goes to my crotch where my cock shrivels up a little bit at the thought.

“It’ll be fine! You don’t have to do anything too fancy. Just think. It’ll look so cool if you’re spinning around the pole wearing nothing but that.”

I cross my arms and pout. The problem is, Sebastian’s probably right. If I could figure out the right moves to use, it would look really cool.

“And… I was thinking, if Angel wants to do a second video, you could be giving him a private show.”

My dick goes from not-at-all-interested to raring-to-go. A private show for Angel? Wearing nothing but a metal cock sleeve shaped like a dragon? Maybe a pair of my platform heels? Yes. Yes. And yes. My dick is one-hundred-percent on board with that.

“Speaking of which! I just finished editing your video this morning. Wanna watch?”

Do I want to watch the video of me and Angel fucking? Yeah, of course I do. But I already feel so raw and off-kilter, and watching the video will make it worse.

But Sebastian isn’t waiting for my answer. He’s already got the video pulled up and the cursor hovering over the play button. He clicks it before I can object.

As with all The Camboy Network videos, it starts with our interviews. And from just a few seconds of Angel on the screen, I’m done for. He’s so fucking cute, it should be illegal. The way he blushes and stammers. The way he peeks at the camera shyly. This is Angel at his most adorable.

The scene switches to the kitchen, and after we deliver our super-cheesy lines, I drop to my knees. Jesus. Angel looks so innocent standing there, hands gripping the counter behind him so hard his knuckles are white. And I look so slutty, with my robe hanging off my shoulders, tears running down my cheeks, spit dripping off my chin.

The sucking sounds are loud and obscene. I moan as I worship Angel’s cock. He whimpers and gasps like he doesn’t know what to do with the pleasure he’s feeling.

I was there when this was filmed, obviously. I remember the taste of his pre-cum, the weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my jaw as I swallowed around him. And yet, sitting on Sebastian’s couch, my gaze is glued to the screen. I can’t look away.

My lips part. My tongue swipes across them. My mouth waters in anticipation.

Heat slithers through me and my cock swells, a bulge forming in my leopard-print leggings. I shift on the couch as I struggle to take in a full breath.

The scene switches and we’re in the bedroom now. Angel’s on his back and I’m climbing on top of him. The camera zooms in for that first breach of his cock in my hole. I can see every bulging vein and watch as they disappear into the glistening pink skin of my hole.

When the camera zooms back out again, it captures the look on my face. Eyes shut and head thrown back. Hovering right on the brink of ecstasy. Then Angel’s face, eyes wide open, staring straight at me. I come, spraying him with my cum. There’s no mistaking me for anything other than a man in that moment. No pretending I’m a woman.

The scene switches again. I’m on my hands and knees now, and Angel is touching me with such reverence, like he’s handling something priceless, something precious. My throat grows tight with emotions I don’t want to examine too closely. Emotions that will only get me in trouble and confuse me even more.

Then Angel’s pounding into me from behind. His rough, construction-worker hands are so big around my narrow hips. On the couch, my hole twitches at the memory, at how well he filled me, at that incredible feeling of being whole.

Want slams into me so hard, so suddenly. Want for Angel, for him to fill me like that again, for him to fill me with his cum.

My hands curl into fists from how overwhelming the desire is. So strong, it steals my breath away.

The video switches to the last scene. Angel’s on his back again, spent this time. I’m curled around his side, chasing my second orgasm.

A part of me wants to look away from the laptop, or at least squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t have to watch. But I can’t. My eyes are riveted to the screen as it shows me spraying my cum onto Angel’s thigh.

Then I look up at Angel and he gazes down at me. I don’t remember this part. I don’t remember the feelings that are so clearly displayed on both our faces. Neither of us are trying to disguise them, and neither of us are that good at acting.

The video ends and silence settles in the apartment. Sebastian doesn’t speak, doesn’t move. I should probably say something, compliment him on his editing or the lighting, but I’m at a loss for words.

The video isn’t merely hot. It’s… intimate and vulnerable. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever put on the internet. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Rhys?” Sebastian finally says in a quiet voice. “You okay?”

I swallow around the lump in my throat and nod.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I shake my head jerkily.

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