Page 41 of For the Cameras

As I went to my hall closet and pulled out one of my handheld cameras, I realized that Iwasn’tas surprised by Adam stripping naked in my kitchen as I should have been. He had been shy and awkward and nervous as hell in person since the moment I’d met him, but something about what he was doing now almost felt more real, somehow.

Like this was the version of Adam that had been buried deep inside him for years, waiting for a moment to come out and shine.

The version of him that was able to let loose completely on camera, alone in his home, but never showed itself in public. Adam clearlylikedbeing seen, and being seen naked—he just didn’t have many opportunities to express that side of himself outside of his OnlyShots videos.

It felt special that he was willing to do this around me, even if he was aided by a bit of liquor.

He seemed like he felt free. And all I felt for that was a sense of pride.

“Here we go,” I said, walking back over to the kitchen with my camera in hand. “The first installment ofCooking while Erect.You’re the star, Adam.”

He grinned again when I said the silly title, but the moment a camera was on him, it was like the wild version of him only came out more.

I hit record, and the red light turned on on the front of the camera. I focused on the section of Adam that he always highlighted in his videos, only filming him from the lips downward, not showing his eyes.

“Evening, all,” he said in the velvety voice I’d come to love on his videos. “I’m here in my friend’s kitchen tonight to make some strawberry pancakes. We’ve been drinking, and we need a little sustenance. Let’s get started.”

I couldn’t stop smiling behind the camera as I filmed him cutting up some strawberries into tiny pieces, mixing together the pancake batter, and getting the pan nice and hot. He acted like he was on a regular cooking show, explaining how to make each part, except for the fact that he was naked from head to toe. He stacked the pancakes on a plate, topped them with more strawberries and whipped cream, and placed them on the breakfast bar, ready and waiting for us.

I stopped recording and set down the camera. I pulled out the tall chair at the breakfast bar, sitting down and taking a bite. “This is delicious, and that was fun,” I said. “I know you’re not going to actually post that, but thank you for entertaining me, Adam.”

He was at the breakfast bar, eating while standing up. I felt like I was watching some perfect marble statue while he licked whipped cream from his fork. Casually, as if he didn’t look like a damn model.

“I might post it,” he said in between bites. “Why not?”

“It isn’t exactly your usual type of content, I guess.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Most people might laugh at it, I guess. But some people could definitely jerk off to it.”

“I liked filming you,” I said.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I liked it, too,” he said. “I never thought I would be comfortable in a million years with someone else filming me naked, but here we are.”

We devoured our pancakes in about two minutes. Adam chugged some water afterward, and we both washed up.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him as he crossed over and stood behind my couch, at the edge of the living room. His cock had gone down while we’d eaten, but even now I noticed how good it looked hanging between his legs. Thick. Long. Absolutely fucking begging to be in my mouth.

“Would you film me a little more?” he asked, a hint of the shyness creeping back into his voice. I could tell that after some food, water, and time, he wasn’t anywhere near as drunk as he had been before, and a bit more of his usual bashfulness was appearing again.

“You want to cook something else?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. Not cooking. You could film me doingmy usual type of content, or whatever you called it.”

I bit my lower lip, looking down and watching as his cock started to harden a bit more into a half-chub. “You want me to?”

His hand reached down and he dragged his open palm along his cock. It thickened under his touch. “I would like that,” he said softly.

Heat flooded through me. I reached for my camera, giving Adam a nod. “I can film you.”

He had unwittingly stumbled into something that had turned me on immensely. I had fantasized about filming my hookups and uploading their videos for years and years—but I’d never been with anyone who was actually willing tobefilmed, especially if it was going to go online.

But Adam already did that, without my help.

I alreadyknewhe liked showing off online.

He was leaning back against the edge of my couch, his hand making a loose grip around his cock now. Adam was slowly starting to jerk off right in front of me. My own cock went from zero to sixty just about instantly under my pants.

I hoisted up the camera, nodding at him and hitting the record button.

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