Page 21 of Your Only Fan
All notifications point to one video. My hookup with CumJunkie that posted a couple hours ago.
I decided to bump it up on my posting calendar since I also decided to keep my blowjob with him in it. I was eager to find out what my fans thought of my skills and if they’ll respond well to it. I don’t like that CumJunkie thought I’m a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em type, and it’s been bugging me since.
So if the video performs well, I’ll start including those shots, too. Anything that helps show that I’m human and not a breeding machine.
I scroll past the video. The last thing I need is for it to randomly start playing. I go through the comments and likes.
I’ve already got five hundred likes and over a hundred comments.
This rarely happens.
I read through the thread and there’s a resounding appraisal in it. They love CumJunkie. They love the anonymous hookup sitch. And theylovemy blowjob and the cum on my face.
Well, I guess that’s a yes on the blowjob videos.
However, what’s more surprising is the tips. I usually turn on the tip system for my fans to tell me if they’d like more of the same guy, situation, or experience.
I make roughly two to five thousand dollars on tips on each video in the first week of its release. They add a very healthy bump to my income.
But when I open the tip counter on the video, something that’s only privy to me and not my fans, I almost have a heart attack.
I’ve already made six thousand and counting.
This is crazy. It’s not possible.
I go through the messages attached to the tips, and they’re unanimous.
They want more of Mr. X.
And so do I. Especially if his videos are going to make me more money so that I can buy my dream house and add to my savings.
“Hey you. Our video is a hit. Everyone wants more of you. Would you like to film more? You can keep your hood on.”
My message goes from sent to read almost instantaneously. Gee. This guy really is my fan, isn’t he?
“I thought you were busy,”comes his response.
I deserve that. He’s got a point. I just hope he’s not mad at me for blowing him off.
“I live to please my fans. And you’re one of them. So…”
If that doesn’t win him over, I don’t think anything will.
“Well, when you put it that way,”he replies.
“Perfect. I’m free next week. Is Wednesday okay for you?”I ask.
“It is now,”he sends, followed by a smiley face.
“See you then.”
“I can’t wait,”he says, and there’s a little rush that runs through my body at the promise of another good time with the faceless hunk that’s my number one fan.
Am I seriously going to start being attracted to a guy I can’t see and who only wants my dick?
“Hey, are you joining us or did your teach ground you?” Freddy asks, and I look around me.
Without realizing it, I’ve gone and stood in the corner of the room.
“Yeah, sorry. I had some business to take care of. What are we playing?” I say and tuck my phone away, and with it, the crazy notion that I’d ever be attracted to CumJunkie.
Yeah, he’s hot. But that’s all he’s got going for him.
He’s not Isaac Rivera. He’s not anything. Just a fan.
