Page 13 of Bookgasms
DANI
Are you free on Friday?
ANDRÉS
For you? Always.
DANI
Cool. Since you prefer nights, let’s say at 8:00?
ANDRÉS
Sounds perfect.
DANI
I’ll see you then.
Behave.
ANDRÉS
Never.
This time, I do toss away my phone as I climb out of bed and head for the bathroom. I need a shower before I can face the day, and I need to do something about my rock-hard dick.
At least that’s something easy to deal with.
I flick on the camera in my shower before turning on the water. I use the bathroom quickly before climbing into the shower. I prefer to sleep nude, so there aren’t any clothes for me to take off.
Leaning back against the wall, I run my hand over my length and let out a hiss.
As with most men, I woke up with an erection, but the conversation with Dani only made it worse.
Not only had I been imagining the scene I’ll be doing with Dani and Victor, but I’d been recalling the last time I shared a bed with Maya and Dani for the cameras—although I hadn’t been inside Maya until after we stopped filming. Plus, the last time I’d shared one with Victor and Jason without cameras.
Flashes of memories move behind my eyes, easy to recall in vivid detail as I stroke myself. It’s kind of sad the number of times I’ve gotten off to memories of the four of them. It’s just about the only way I can get my dick hard for my sessions.
I groan, squeezing the base of my cock as my eyes open. I don’t look at the camera, pretending it’s not there as I work myself up. For my channel, I play up the voyeur kink. Let my subs watch me as if I don’t know they’re there. It means I record myself at home just as much as I record at the warehouse.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt, picking up the pace as I pull up a picture in my memory of Dani and Maya as they kissed, fingers between each other’s legs while I stroked my cock much like I amright now. Another of Jason swallowing down Victor’s cock and sucking him dry before pulling me into his hot mouth.
“Yes,” I hiss, cum splattering the wall of the shower as I empty myself.
My head rests against the wall as I catch my breath, then I flip off the camera. My subs like to watch me get off—not doing mundane tasks like showering.
Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed in a pair of sweatpants as I open the fridge. There aren’t many options inside it, and I realize I need to go grocery shopping—something I hate.
Instead, I pull out my phone and order Chinese before moving to my laptop so I can upload my video. It’ll be a pleasant surprise for them. It’s been a while since I did something other than a live.
Done with that, I settle onto the couch to wait for my breakfast.
I don’t bother turning on the TV, needing to center myself before I do anything.
Being a camboy isn’t what I ever expected to do with my life. But here I am at twenty-seven, living my best life and getting off for random strangers on the internet.
After getting into some trouble in my teens, I ended up in juvie. I was released on my eighteenth birthday, and my family wanted nothing to do with me. I didn’t have many options, so I joined the military and spent four years serving my country.
