Page 3 of My Irresistible Enemy

In the months that I’d had my account, I’d learneda lotabout people’s kinks. I’d expected requests for foot stuff or fisting, or even watersports. But what I hadn’t been ready for was the popularity of Daddy kink. Maybe it was just because I looked relatively young and wasn’t that tall, but the number of requests I’d gotten in my first week alone for Daddy kink videos had shocked me.

It wasn’t really my thing, personally, but I’d made one video to test the waters. Nothing that detailed, even. Just me jacking off and talking to the camera about how I’d been a bad boy, and how I needed you toplease fuck me now, Daddy.

The tips I got in response blew my mind. One guy sent me one hundred dollars, just for that three-minute clip. I realized pretty quickly that this was where the real money was, for me at least.

So I redid my profile. Now, I pretended I was eighteen and lived with my mom and stepdad, Greg, on whom I had a huge and unabashed crush. At least one video a week focused on my Greg fantasies.

In some, I pretended like Greg and I were already fucking. In others, I acted like I was still in the secret pining phase. No one seemed to care about continuity, as long as it was hot.

And it was actually kind of fun to create this whole fake world where I was a high school senior who wanted to suck his stepdad’s cock while he watched NASCAR as a reward for doing well on his geometry test. I mean, it was also ridiculous, and definitely the kind of thing I would have been ashamed of if I had any sense of shame. But lucky for me, I didn’t.

Should I have shut my account down after getting cast onA Piece of Cake? Probably. But a backup plan was only a backup plan if it existed, and if I shut my account down now, I’d have to start from scratch if I needed it again.

I hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but better safe than sorry, right? I could put up with all the creepy messages in the world if they were adding dollars to my bank account.

Besides, anyone who found my account on CamFans and showed it to the producers ofA Piece of Cakewould have to admit that they’d beenlookingat gay accounts on CamFans, and somehow, I doubted anyone would do that. A tiny silver lining to America’s homophobia problem.

The sun glinted on the water when the bus let me off at the ferry terminal in Brunswick. Summersea Island was just a blurry green smudge on the horizon. I inhaled deeply, the scent of salt filling my nostrils. Everything was going to be fine.

It had to be.

I’d just turned away from the wave-dappled harbor to snap a selfie when I caught a glimpse of a gorgeous guy walking past me. He had black hair, a five o’clock shadow despite it being ten in the morning, and a bookish air. He looked like he should be scribbling notes deep in a library somewhere.

His eyes were a deep, warm brown and they practically sparkled in the sunlight. I’d never been good at numbers, but I was pretty sure his cheekbones fulfilled some ancient Greek formula for mathematical perfection.

The guy approached an older man who was leaning against a pillar, smiled, and spoke to him. They were too far away for me to hear, but that was okay. I could see, and that was enough.

I wanted to wrap myself up in that smile. Wanted to stretch out in it like a cat in a patch of sun and offer up my stomach for scratching. I’d offer up other parts of myself too, if he were interested.

As I watched, the older man pushed away from the pillar and walked into the terminal building, leaving the hot guy standing behind him.

“Thanks so much!” the hot guy called out.

God, even his voice was hot. I wished I could think of an excuse to go and talk to him, but my mind was too jet-lagged to function, and by the time the ferry arrived and I’d boarded, I’d lost sight of him.

On a whim, I snapped a photo of myself, bleary-eyed but attempting a smile, and sent it to my best friend, Henry.

AIDEN: Sure, you might have a hot boyfriend who loves and cherishes you and dicks you down every weekend, but I’ve got missing luggage, bags under my eyes, and a massive case of jet lag. Jealous yet?

It was barely seven a.m. back in California, so I didn’t expect a response, but Henry texted back before I could even slip my phone into my pocket

HENRY: Considering that my hot boyfriend is away at training camp for spring break and partying with dozens of other hot guys and hasn’t actually said he loves me yet…let’s just say I’m not NOT jealous

HENRY: Your eye bags aren’t that bad, btw. You should put that picture up online and tell your fans you’re tired because you were up all night daydreaming about them. They’d love it

I laughed.

AIDEN: That’s sweet that you think they’d like something that tame. No, I’d have to say I was up all night sucking my stepdad’s dick to make them happy. That, or getting gangbanged

Henry responded instantaneously.

HENRY: I’m literally shuddering at that thought

HENRY: The dad part, I mean. The gangbang, though…

I laughed again.

AIDEN: And you actually have a good dad. Imagine how I feel

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