Page 1 of Loving Leo

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Leo

I definitely shouldn’t be filming a jack off scene in an office that’s not mine. I’m a janitor here, I’m supposed to be emptying the trash bins and vacuuming, not taking my dick out and stroking it. But it’s not like I really care about this job that much anyway. It’s definitely not my passion. It pays the bills while I get my cam business up and running. While I prove myself worthy of my top choice of cam sites—specifically the one that Carter runs. Hopefully soon, I’ll make it to the big leagues. The videos I’ve been filming are finally starting to gain popularity and my followers like it when I take risks like this. It’s kind of my thing—the naughty cleaning boy, trying new toys in different places. They eat that shit up and to be honest, that leather chair is calling to my ass.

I know from experience it feels nice on my bare skin. It seems expensive, ridiculously so. I wonder who works in this space.

I envision an old, balding man with spectacles on his face. Maybe an old ugly tie too and nose hair.

Probably lots of nose hair.

The thought makes me snort. Imagine his horror if he knew what I was up to after hours. He’d probably not survive it.

Glancing around, I take in the empty space around me. No one is here. I’m the only one working on this floor. It’s the perfect opportunity for me to shed my clothes and make content.

Even though I’m a newer camboy, I’ve luckily fallen in with some really good dudes. Carter, Bennett, Jasper and Damon. All really nice guys who have shared their wisdom about the business with me when they can. And I’m hoping when my videos start getting more views they’ll take me on. They’re very selective, which is fine. Carter is the owner of the site and has strict guidelines. He only really hires people he thinks can keep traffic up. But even so, he gets how hard it can be. They all started out just like me, on their own, completely clueless. But I’m ready to prove myself. I can totally do this.

I’ve used all of the knowledge they’ve imparted over the past few months and have added my own flare to it. I plan on making bank with my videos. It’s been a slow start, but my nightly sessions of me jacking off in unsuspecting offices is getting a lot of hits. People love it.

I’d really like to start collaborating, but I haven’t really had a lot of luck in that area. Bennet and Jasper are together and only make exclusive content and Carter is with Reed, which leaves Damon. But he’s no longer recording. Just offering advice when he can.

So I need to find someone to work with. It’ll happen one day. Right now, I’m just filming solo stuff. It works just fine.

I place my phone down on the mahogany desk and round it, making sure the frame on my phone is perfect. I want my fans to seeeverything. When I get home later, I can edit and post the entire thing. From there, I’ll see what people have to say about it. The comments on my videos really help me get insight into what people want. Some have really good ideas. You have to listen to the fans, that’s something I’ve learned from Carter.

I pull my shirt off and then my pants before kicking my boxers to theside, leaving myself completely bare. I turn around and glance outside, through the large pane window overlooking the city skyline. Not bad, if I do say so myself.

I grin at myself as I take in my lean muscular frame, my perfectly coifed hair, my strong jaw line. I’m twenty two and not doing so bad in the looks department. I’ve gotten many compliments. Mainly from my mom, but still. That counts.

I shimmy onto the leather chair, cool against my bare ass, and then spread my legs, letting the camera get a good look at the goods. My goods.

My big dick and heavy balls, my neatly trimmed pubes, my six pack.

I’ve been saving this up all day. Twenty-four hours. I’m going to explode everywhere when I finally bring myself to orgasm.

I reach down and grab some lube, squirting it on my hand and then cupping my cock, fisting it lightly. My head falls back and I let out a low, performative moan. Yeah, that’s nice. I mean, getting fucked would be nicer, but a good hand job does wonders for the soul. And I really need it after the work week I’ve had.

I’m worn out from school during the day and cleaning office buildings at night. You would think it’s easy work, but it’s not. Offices are surprisingly filthy. In reality, people can be really gross. Keeping food in the fridge for weeks and never tossing it. Leaving food at their desks to rot. And I swear, one guy here has a booger desk. Just boogers everywhere. It’s fucking weird.

I make sure to go in there with a mask, using gloves to peel them off the wood.

Anyway, besides dealing with the booger biohazard, I vacuum, wipe down tables, and clean the bathrooms. This job can be downright degrading some days. I’ll take jacking off in front of the camera any day over this shit.

But this office is pristine. It’s one of the few I don’t have to do much in.

Whoever works here is a goddess. Or a god. Right, the nose hairand badly made ties. An old, shriveled god most likely, but still. Love that they’re so clean and tidy.

My wandering mind comes back to the present as I let my hand slide to my balls and squeeze them gently.

I do this for a few minutes before reaching into my bag and pulling out a prostate massager. It’s a new one a company sent for me to try out. I’ll make sure to leave the link in the comments when I post the video, just to show them some love.

I lift my leg and hang it over the side of the chair arm, sliding my free hand to my ass and hole, working a finger inside. I gasp at the intrusion, my cock leaking against my abdomen. I arch my hips up and then work the massager into my hole, making sure that everyone can see me getting fucked.

When the flared base finally settles at my rim, I let out a sigh and push that raised button, gasping when the vibration hits my prostate.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. My hands grab onto the arms of the chair. Hell, that’s strong and really fucking good. It’s almost like it’s sucking on that little bump inside of me. That’s some kind of magic, for sure.

“Fuuuuuck.”

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