Page 41 of Believe in Caloosa Springs

Well, I was a porn star in a gay cam house for the last six months and my only source of income is OnlyFans, and I’m literally not good for anything else, so it really isn’t that big of a deal if you show people…

PORTER:You never answered my question, though…

ME:Yes, I’m taking a bath.

PORTER:Are you touching yourself?

ME:What else is one supposed to do when a sexy guy sends me a picture of his fat cock?

PORTER:You’ve got me hard again… twice in the same day.

ME:Prove it.

I flattened my hand under the water and palmed down my length, the sensation making me bite my lip as I thumbed back over to the pic of Porter’s cock. I imagined wrapping my lips around the fat head and pushing open his slit with the tip of my tongue.

PORTER:IMAGE

PORTER:You’ve got me dripping. Making a mess all over…

Porter was lying on his bed. I could see the comforter beneath him. The frame started at the middle of his abdomen. A thin line from his tip glistened in the camera’s flash, connecting to a small puddle next to his belly button. He was covered in a thin dusting of blonde hair that was driving me insane. He didn’t have any pants on and his blue-checkered boxers were pulled down, the elastic band secured under his balls.

ME:I want to clean you up… with my tongue.

PORTER:If your tongue came anywhere near me right now, they’d have to hire a biohazard team to clean up the mess.

His text made me laugh, the sound echoing louder than I would have liked in the small space.

ME:How can you be so fkn hot and funny at the same time?

I selected the other image I had taken a few minutes earlier and attached it to the text.

PORTER:Mmm, there are no words for how hot you are.

PORTER:I want to see how you make yourself finish.

I’d helped thousands of men get off over the internet, but this time? This one was forme.

I pulled the plug from the tub, allowing the water to begin to drain as I hit record and propped my phone back up against the shower wall before taking the same position on the rim where I’d taken the pics. I grabbed my bar of soap and rolled it around in my palm before lathering my dick from tip to root. I closed my eyes and imagined being on my knees in front of Porter. The way the weight of his cock would feel as it rested on my tongue; his thick-set cockhead sliding between my tonsils as he bottomed out in the back of my throat.

Within seconds, heat began to build in my abdomen and my balls drew up closer to my body. I threw my hand across my mouth and bit down to stifle the moan trying to escape my throat as my hips began to buck. I fucked into my closed fist. Every muscle in me clenched up, anticipating my release, a second before thick streams of cum burst through my fingers, spilling over my fist and flowing down to the now-empty bathtub below.

I took a couple of deep breaths and quickly stopped the recording. If it went too long, my phone wouldn’t allow me to send it.

I trimmed off 30 seconds from the front and 15 seconds from the back before quickly attaching the clip into our chat thread and sending it off. I stepped out of the tub onto the bath mat before turning the shower on to rinse my spunk down the drain.

A minute or so later, I got a clip back from Porter.

He held his phone up with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear him muttering and breathing hard behind the camera.

“You are so sexy, Tian… sexiest little goth boy on the planet…”

I could hear his breathing intensify, and he picked up speed with his hand, swirling his palm around his slick head and then running his fist down the length.

One pump, two. Three…

“Ahhh…”

Porter came so hard, cum splattered up against the back of his phone and onto the camera lens, obscuring some of the view behind Porter’s nut.

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