Page 2 of His Every Move

Fuccck, I was already close to coming.

Eli sat back down on his chair. He was such a handsome guy. He’d likely just gotten a haircut, his curls styled just right. There was a glint in his eye that came through the camera. A passion that drew me in, almost as much as his girthy cock did.

I scrolled to the point in the video where a large tip flashed across the screen, the username NightOwl appearing underneath it.

“Thank you, Night,” Eli said as he slipped off his briefs.

He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. I swallowed back a groan of pleasure as I stroked myself to the sight. I didn’t want to be too loud. Yes, the offices were empty today, but the front door was still technically open, and clients could very well walk in, seeking help.

I just couldn’t resist. I needed my daily dose of Eli.

Addictive personalities were nothing new to me. My entire family was riddled with them—Mom an alcoholic, dad a gambler, grandfather addicted to meth. And me?

Well, I had a couple of vices, but watching Eli was my biggest.

I’d stumbled on the website by accident sometime late in the night and started clicking through a few profiles until I landed on Eli. He had just finished coming—I missed the money shot—but I still didn’t click away. I watched him clean himself up, first with his fingers and then with a plush white towel. He sat back in his chair, dick soft and still dripping, and started to talk to his viewers, updating us about his day and thanking everyone for the tips.

I jerked off and came as he was telling a story about the hot mechanic he flirted with down at the bodega.

Ever since then, I kept alerts on so that I could watch him whenever he went online, even if that meant sneaking off to the bathroom or switching from my podcast to his stream on my commute. I didn’t even have to watch. If I was on a crowded subway train, then I’d start the stream and lock my phone, my commute made a hundred times better by the sound of his silky, soft voice and his chesty moans. He was verbal, always egging the chat on for more tips and requests, always vocalizing the pleasure he was getting from this.

He knew what he was doing. Probably why he was the most popular streamer on the website. Was I jealous that over a thousand other people watched him play with himself daily? Yeah, maybe a little bit. What was the alternative?

I thumbed my leaking cock at the same time as Eli did his. He brought his thumb up to his lips and tasted himself. I did the same. Salty, sweet.

But not Eli.

Fuck, though, was this guy hot. He stroked faster as someone dropped two hundred tokens. “Nice, sportsdaddy, you like me jerking off, don’t you? Who else wants to tip? Who wants to see me finger my tight hole?”

Sportsdaddy replied with a “fuck yeah.” Underneath his message appeared another.

Eli read the message and froze, one hand still on his cock. Those big, sexy puppy eyes narrowed. Appeared angry. He quickly leaned forward and deleted the message.

Odd. I didn’t remember that. I rewound the video and paused when the message appeared.

Nomad89: You’re perfect as always, Eli. I want to get you alone so bad. Wear you like my favorite suit. Never let you go.

“Alright,” Eli said, sounding a little shaken. That comment clearly threw him off. “Tip five hundred tokens if you want me to bend over for you.”

Another sum of golden coins flashed across the screen, NightOwl written underneath it.

“That’s right, Night, I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Thank you.” Eli smiled and winked at the camera.

He stood, his stiff cock hard as a fucking rock. His bedroom was dark, but he had pink lights that bordered the walls of his room. There was an interesting lamp shaped to look like a melting bouquet of light-filled flowers that he must have bought from some artist who enjoyed doing shrooms. He turned around and bent over in front of the camera and spread himself open for me.

Fuck, he had such a sexy pink hole. He ran a finger over it. I squeezed my cock, more precum leaking from the tip. I pictured myself spreading it all over his hole before I pushed in, earning a gasp of pleasure from him. That sexy little moan he always gave whenever he fingered himself. Begging for more. For something bigger.

For my thick, hard—ding.

“Hello?”

I snatched the phone and exited out of the video and froze, dick still fully out.

“Hello? Anyone here?”

That voice…

My heart, already beating fast, sped up to about a thousand beats per minute. I stuffed my cock back into my pants and zipped them up. I tucked it against the waistband and stood, glancing down and checking to see if it was obvious that I’d been jerking off only seconds before.

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