Page 55 of Riley

“What the fuck?” I asked aloud to the empty room, panic lacing through me.

A part of me couldn’t believe what I’d seen, thinking I must have imagined it.

My breathing hitched as my cockthrobbedwith need.

Catching my breath, I slowly opened the laptop once more, needing to know if I had indeed imagined it, or someone was playing a dumb prank on me or something.

The video picked up right where it left off, and sure enough, my eyes did not deceive me.

I watched Eric, or as a cursory glance down at his handle read,XxPrinceAyricxX, smackhis cock before spitting on it. The memory of his hardness in my mouth only made the strain against my sweats more restrictive, and one glance at the wet spot forming made me feel guilty as all hell, but I knew what I needed to do to feel sane.

So that I could think clearly.

I settled the laptop down on my coffee table before shimmying out of my sweats. My cock sprang free, stiff as a steel pole. My cock head was already pretty wet from the friction of my pants, pressing against a fabric prison. Shakily, I cupped my head, my eyes closing for a brief moment as Eric’s breathy moans filled the air.

“You want to watch me fuck my hand?” he purred, his voice through the speakers silky and smooth. It was almost like he was truly in the room with me.

I could hear the comments rolling in, like wind chimes.

“You want to watch me fuck my toy?” he groaned, and I pretended it was me he was talking to.

“Yes,” I breathed out loud in the space of my living room, desperate for relief.

Make me your toy...

I watched as Eric smirked on camera, grabbing himself once more. His fingers slid through the sticky mix of precum and spit, and my own cock ached as I increased my pace.

I watched as Eric took some black, sleek contraption, sliding it over his cock. From the front, I watched it disappear, thrusting in tandem. He turned to his side, the view highlighting his defined muscles, his hips and flexing abs as he thrust himself into the sleek toy, and I couldn’t help how my mind wandered guiltily down a path I knew I shouldn’t traverse.

Eric’s voice screwed up as he cursed, groaning as his thrusts increased.

“Fuck!” he cried out as he pulled out, his release dripping down the silicone, spraying like a damn fountain as he dropped the toy to the floor, bracing himself against the bed.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out in unison as I came, watching his muscles contract as he continued to pump himself, his breath heavy, eyes shut in ecstasy as his release covered his abs.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice a breathy whisper.

My own orgasm tortured me as I continued my own climax, filled with relief, but also guilt. I closed my eyes as reality set in, and the sound of the video cut out.

I looked at my cum-covered cock, at the black box on the computer screen, at his name in the lower corner.

XxPrinceAyricxX.

The banner at the top of the page listed a boatload of subscribers and I realized all at once, this was what he did.

Eric was a... what?

A stripper?

A porn star?

A... camboy?

My phone dinged, my gaze fixing on it like a laser beam.

I reached out to the arm of the couch where it lay, picking it up with shaky breath.

Is 10:00 am okay?

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