Page 44 of Bad at Love

“You don’t do that, do you?” I ask softly. He’s already said this, but there was a part of me that couldn’t believe it. Who the fuck doesn’t jerk off?

All I get is a slight shake of his head and pink cheeks. The thought of him being so innocent has my dick rock hard. I guess I have no choice but to believe him now.

Gabe doesn’t jerk off, meaning he’s probably all tense and needy. He’s going to explode in this video that we’re about to make. I could probably make him come without even touching his dick. I’ll work him up until he can’t take it anymore. Those kinds of videos make so much damn money. And it’s a good way to get him into this, to make him see how much money he could make from it. If we made a video and it flopped, I doubt he’d wanna do it again.

It took a few days for Gabe to agree—okay, that’s not true. He agreed right away. I told him we needed to wait a few days because I didn’t want him doing something he didn’t actually want to do. He was having a rough day, and wasn’t in the headspace to make a rational decision. When I went to him about it again, he handed me a contract that he’d already signed. He’s eager and prepared.

“Do you know how to?”

“Of course,” he rasps out.

I stop in front of him, catching the pulse in his neck throbbing wildly. “Show me.”

“What?” His face instantly goes red.

I drop to my knees and look up at him with a smirk.

“Show me.”

“But I—we—” He looks to the bed, then to the camera that’s set up on the dresser in front of it. It isn’t recording yet.

“This isn’t for them, this is for me. I need to know what I’m working with, Gabe. Show me how you get yourself off. Since you know how to do it and all.” I smile mockingly at him.

I’m sure he knows how to do it. It’s instinct. You do what feels good, and touching your dick feels good. All guys do itdifferently. There isn’t a right way or a wrong way. I just want to watch him do it.

“You want t-to watch?”

I nod as I stare up at him. “And I want your cum in my mouth.”

The bulge in his pants twitches, because yeah, he’s been hard for a while now. So have I. I’d love to get this whole scene on film; it would be so damn good, but something tells me it’ll be easier on him to do it this way. Besides, he may change his mind in the end, so the video could be for nothing. I need to get him comfortable with himself before we start making content. The innocent thing will go over well, and I don’t want him to lose it. I just need to make sure he’s going to be okay with this—with me. It’s like a test run.

When he doesn’t move, I reach up to unbutton his pants. With my hands hovering over it, I ask, “Is this okay?”

He nods, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. I pop open the button and undo the zipper.

“I’m not doing this for you,” I say. “I’m just helping you. I want to watch you get yourself off.”

Pushing him is turning me on so fucking bad. There’s a million questions I want to ask to make sure he’s okay, but he’s going along with this, so I assume he’s fine. We’d talked about this extensively. He said he was comfortable telling me to stop if he felt he needed to. I have to trust him. Being inexperienced doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he wants.

I shove his pants down, then peel his briefs over his dick, my mouth watering at how big and hard he is. Leaking too. His cockhead is plump, looks pillow soft and I want to suck on it like a lollipop. I bet he’d come in seconds…

“Go on then.” I sit back on my calves once he’s stepped out of his pants.

“I… I…”

I raise a brow, waiting for him to say something more or reach for his dick. He does neither.

“I lied,” he finally says, hands balling into fists. “I’ve never done this. At least, not consciously.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means the one time I attempted, my mother caught me and chastised me so badly that I never wanted to do it again, but there have been times in my sleep that… well, you saw.” He gestures out to the hallway.

Oh, I did see the big mess in his pajama pants that one morning.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he blurts, hands going to his hair. His breathing increases, face full of worry.

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