Page 1 of His Every Move

Chapter1

Benji Morrison

Gah damn,was today a long one.

First, the A train was delayed because of maintenance, making me thirty minutes late to the Stonewall offices.

Then, I sat down at my desk the moment an email dinged in. Apparently, my rent was about to go up by two hundred bucks.

To top it off, the guy I’d been talking to for the past few weeks completely ghosted me. The last thing he texted me was a mediocre dick pic before he completely stopped responding to my texts.

Yeah. Not great.

I leaned back in my office chair and spread my legs, sighing as I rubbed my hard bulge.

That was the last thing I’d been dealing with. I’d been horny all fucking day. My briefs were practically soaked through with precum. I had a difficult time focusing on any work. It was even harder, considering the fact that the cases currently cluttering my desk were some of the most benign and boring cases of my entire ten-year career.

Example number one: I had someone hire me to investigate their clearly cheating husband.

The hickeys on his neck were enough of a dead giveaway, but the photos I took of him meeting up with his Grindr hookups made it clear as day.

Example number two: someone took me on to investigate a workers’ comp case. Boring as fuck.

Example number three: a woman who reeked of cigarettes hired me to look for their lost dog, who they thought may have been stolen by a jealous ex. That one actually did take up my attention. I loved dogs and hated to think a family pet had been yanked from their home. I still had some work to do on that one, but the day was beginning to wind down, and my constantly throbbing cock was begging for some attention. Which was probably made more intense by the two beers I had snuck out from the fridge. They were mainly for events and overtime days, but I figured an early start to happy hour wouldn’t hurt today.

The Stonewall offices were quiet, which was pretty unusual. I was the only detective that came in to work, and the front desk manager, Matthew, had already packed up and left early. He had developed a nasty cough and didn’t want it to spread.

It was only me.

Me and my needy cock.

“Hello?”

No one answered. I was in the clear.

I opened my computer and typed in my favorite site: CamStar. I clicked over on the tab for men and was greeted by a screen full of just-as-horny guys jerking off live. There were a couple I recognized, a few favorites, but the one I normally watched wasn’t online.

EliGoldStroke. One of the hottest damn men I’d ever laid eyes on.

He knew how to work not only himself but the camera. He was constantly at the top of the rankings, raking in the most views and donations for the way he played with himself. He had short and curly brown hair, a scruffy beard, a beautiful body (if I had to guess, he was a swimmer at some point), light blue eyes, and a cock that was thick and pink and always leaking precum. His smile made him seem like one of the kindest people on the site. He had the power to turn that into an intense smolder that would burn through the computer screen the closer he got to coming.

And he was verbal, saying all the right things to get me off.

Basically, the guy was perfect.

But… he also wasn’t online.

I closed out of the site. I wasn’t in the mood for any of the other guys filling up the screen. My cock pulsed for Eli, so I decided to give it just what it needed. I opened my phone instead and went to my photos app. There, I tapped on a video I’d recorded just last week. It was an hours-long live stream of Eli. It started with him sitting in his desk chair, wearing a black hoodie and a pair of tight white briefs. I skipped forward a little to where the tips started flowing in and his cock started getting hard inside his underwear.

A lick of flame spread down my back. My balls tightened.

I loved bulges. Loved when Eli’s briefs strained to keep his cock from bursting free. I watched him stroke himself through his underwear. He stood up and moved closer to the camera so he could show off the growing dark stain of precum.

“Like that, boys?” Eli said. “Look at how wet I am for all of you.”

In my head, all I heard was “Look at how wet I get foryou, Benji. Want to lick this up, Benji?”

I unzipped my jeans. My cock sprung free. I’d decided to go commando today. My cock dripped just as much as Eli’s did. I wondered how it would feel pressing our two wet heads together, rubbing my shaft against his.

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