Page 19 of Your Only Fan
Ezra
Ipull over at my usual parking spot and walk over to the Maggie Walker dorms, passing hordes and hordes of students out on the prowl or on their way to a house party—most likely.
There are a few guys that turn my way, not that I notice. There are always guys looking my way.
I used to worry so much about being recognized, but that comes with the job. Recognition. Especially with a large social media following outside of the app.
It used to stress me that I didn’t know if guys looked my way because they genuinely found me attractive or because I was simply familiar.
I guess it still stresses me out. But since I’ve sort of given up on dating, I don’t let it affect me as much. I just assume everyone knows who I am and what I do and I’m almost at peace with that.
Almost.
A beautiful brunette girl in a strapless red dress walks the path toward me with a man holding her hand dressed in skinny jeans and a Henley.
The tightness of their grip. The way they lean into each other. The happiness in their faces.
When will I get that?
I try to ignore that little nibbler on the back of my head that responds with a “never” and keep my eyes on the target. The dorms.
As the couple passes by me, the guy cocks his head and burns me with his intense gaze.
I raise an eyebrow, and he grins.
And then they’re both behind me, so I keep ahead, shaking my head.
It wouldn’t be the first time seemingly straight guys fawn over me, even with their girls next to them. And, of course, I’d had more than enough offers by bi couples for threesomes, but girls don’t do it for me. Not in the slightest. I’m a man’s man. Through and through.
“There he is!Hola, superstar!” Julian greets me, draping his arms around me.
He smells good. He usually does.
But CumJunkie smells better.
I blink and shake my head in confusion. That came out of nowhere.
Well, not completely out of nowhere. While it has been a week and some since I met up with Mr. X Cummings, aka CumJunkie, aka vanilla-flavored man-candy, he’s been circling in my head all this time.
I’m not sure why.
I mean, I do know why. But it’s so confusing considering I’m still crushing after Professor Rivera.
CumJunkie has been my fan for so long, it’d be a lie if I said I hadn’t fantasized about meeting him. Seeing him sniff my briefs. Lick my dry cum off his collection. Beat one off in front of me.
But that’s it. Just sheer curiosity. I have no interest in pursuing anything with a guy whose face I can’t see.
Which is why I turned down his offer for a repeat. As hot as our time was, I’ve got a line of guys waiting for me to fuck them. And there’s a much higher chance they may be someone I could spend my life with than an anonymous kinky fucker.
Or at least that’s what I try to convince myself.
Truth is, I don’t know if I’ll ever find The One in a professionalEzra Dixon Hookup.
“We thought you’d be…busy,” Julian wiggles his eyebrows when he lets go, and I smirk.
“I was. I’m not now,” I say to him and turn to look at Freddy sitting on the couch positioned between their two beds.
There are a couple of boxes on Freddy’s bed, obscenities written on the side of them, like “Freddy’s Sex Toys,” “Caution: Loaded with Cum,” “Lick my ass,” and “Harry’s Choking Hazard.”
