Page 6 of Bookgasms
“Fuck,” I growl, eyes flickering to the comment section. “Oh, I wish it was your hand on me, too, redheadlover. I’m so hard for all of you. I have to go slow so I don’t burst too soon. I’d hate to give you a bad show.”
I chuckle as I see one of my longtime subscriber’s comments. “Don’t you worry about Jason, gofordaddy. My husband knows exactly where I am and what I’m doing, and he greatly approves.”
I continue to stroke myself slowly and firmly as the comments fly in. “I’m sure we can arrange for him to come on the channel soon, bitemedaddy. It’s been a hot minute since I rutted his assfor all of you. He’s deep in a book right now, but I’ll get him on here as soon as he finishes. You know how much I love putting on shows for you.
“What’s that, jonesingforhardcock? You think I’m drawing it out too long?” I glance at the timer, realizing it’s been nearly thirty minutes since I started the session. “I think you might be right. What can I say? I love talking to you all while I fuck my hand, but let’s get down to business, shall we?”
My head tips back as I speed up my hand, my hips slamming forward to meet it. Pleasure courses through my body as my eyes fall shut. Not wanting anyone to miss the show, I lean my head back down and stare into the camera as I feel the orgasm building.
“Daddy’s so close,” I pant, moving closer until I’m practically straddling my laptop. “You make Daddy feel so fucking hot. Fuck!”
Cum shoots from my cock, covering the webcam as I continue to fuck my hand, the orgasm almost stealing my breath.
I smile as I lean back to kneel on my heels, reaching out to smear my cum before pulling away the protective cover.
“You all were such good boys and girls for Daddy,” I murmur, lifting my thumb to my mouth and licking my cum away. “I hope you enjoyed the show. I’ll see you all soon. Be good until then.”
I press the end-stream button before flopping back onto the bed to catch my breath.
If anyone had told me twenty years ago that I’d be working as a camboy, I would have laughed my ass off. Not just because it was barely a thing back then, but I’m not exactly the most fit guy. I’m big and burly but not toned.
Sure, I have a massive cock, which probably helps. I know I’m more blessed than most. Ten inches with a Jacob’s Ladder really seems to get the subscribers going. Add to it. I’m a big guy with red hair, and they seem to go crazy.
When my now-husband, Jason, told me I should try camming ten years ago, after four years of dating, I thought he was joking.
Spoiler alert: he wasn’t. And he was right.
Apparently, I’m what people like to call a soft daddy. I’m still not a hundred percent sure exactly what that means, but Jason has tried to explain it to me on numerous occasions. Something about me being caring and softer in my dominance?
I don’t fucking know, but whatever it is, it works for me.
I come from a long line of blue-collared workers, and even apprenticed with my dad to become an electrician. Electricians make a lot of money, but camming makes me so much more. Not that I do it just for the money.
No, I really love it.
Not just getting to masturbate and get paid for it. Or fucking my husband—or someone else—for views. I feel like I’m helping my subscribers. Sometimes they just want someone to talk about their problems with, and I’m happy to do that—in a private session because no one wants their problems out there for public consumption.
I never would’ve started calling myself Daddy if it wasn’t for Jason, though. Yes, I tend toward being more dominant in the bedroom, but I’m not exactly a Dom. Nor do I need to be called Daddy. For me, it’s not sexual. It’s what my subscribers want and need, so it’s what I do.
Yes, I tend to prefer younger men and women. Jason’s six years younger than me, but anytime we bring someone into our relationship, they’re younger than we are. That might seem weird to some, but it’s just who and what we prefer.
We’re also polyamorous, although besides a few recent lovers, it’s just been the two of us for the last eight years or so. We’ve been in a few relationships with others, but they just haven’t worked out.
Not that there aren’t a few people we could see ourselves with currently. We just…haven’t pulled the trigger yet. It’s hard to put yourself out there when most people don’t even know what polyamory is, and those who do usually look down their noses at us.
Then there’s the whole camming thing. It makes starting new relationships hard.
Rolling over, I close the laptop and climb off the bed to get dressed. I’m not doing myself any good dwelling on those thoughts.
I’m ready to get home to Jason. I still take on electrical work from time to time, and I just finished a big job before coming into the Behind the Lens warehouse to record my session.
We have more than enough room in our house for me to record there, but I prefer to keep my work separate from my home. That probably sounds weird since I mentioned fucking my husband on camera.
If we record here, then we know it’s for a show. What we do at home is just for us. That’s the difference, and I like it that way.
Heading for the door, laptop in the bag over my shoulder, I pull out my phone to call Jason. I haven’t heard from him all day, which probably means he’s been in the writing zone all day. He probably didn’t bother eating lunch either.
The phone rings out as I hurry down the stairs, waving to Nova behind the desk before stepping outside. Unsurprisingly, it goes straight to voicemail.
