Page 9 of Your Only Fan
Ezra
Ikeep myself busy so I don’t think back to class and Rivera. He looked different today. Sounded different. He even looked at me more, or maybe I was just imagining it. Whether it was real or not, it’s just made my head go to great lengths to imagine a life—or even just an encounter—with him.
So instead of letting my mind play tricks on me and put me in a mood, I’ve escaped to the library for the afternoon, with my laptop in tow, and to do some work before I go to the gym.
I open up my YourFan page and check out my DMs. As expected, the number has risen significantly since last night.
99 unread messages.
I used to get stressed about the sheer volume of messages and comments my page would receive, as well as on my Twitter and Instagram pages, but after driving myself to the brink of exhaustion by trying to keep up with it all, I decided that as long as I keep my messages under a hundred, I’m doing well.
With notifications, I barely ever respond to comments after I post something. It’s the only way to keep any sort of real life outside of the content creator world.
I skim read the message previews and ignore the ones telling me how hot, or sexy, or hung I am and what they want to do to me. They’re a great ego boost when one is feeling down, and engaging with them is important to keep their subscriptions going, but they’re not the important business I need to deal with.
There’s a request from a New York-based twink that came a few days ago, so I start by answering him.
I don’t travel much during term, but I certainly go around during the holidays and summertime.
The next message is from the admins of YourFan themselves inviting me to the YourFan Big Fat Gay Cruise in the Mediterranean. They’re always planning events to help their content creators film more content, make connections, and gain more followers. And the best part? It’s an all-expenses paid trip, so I don’t have to touch my own funds.
I actually still have content from last year’s cruise that I haven’t uploaded, so all things considered, it’s definitely worth the time, so I message them back accepting the offer and filling out their form.
My next task is a little more raunchy, so I double-check that my earbuds are connected to the Bluetooth and that no one is approaching me, and I go through the edited videos that are ready for uploading and scheduling.
The next week is pretty much sorted in terms of content, and I’m still editing a couple of sessions from a couple weeks ago. With tonight’s date, I should have my next couple of weeks taken care of.
I’m honestly quite shocked CumJunkie requested a date. He’s been my fan for over two years now, and even though he outbids all other fans on a regular basis for my underwear, he’s never once shown an interest in meeting me or being filmed.
It’s quite exciting to meet him. I’ve often wondered who’s hiding behind the username and what he’s like. What I do know is he hasn’t paused his subscription since the beginning and always adds a generous tip on top of his monthly price of $9.99, but he rarely comments on my videos and only ever messages me in regards to his deliveries.
He’s shrouded in mystery, and I have to admit it’s a bit of a turn-on.
“If it isn’t our favorite stud!” someone says behind me, and I turn around to find Freddy with a big grin and Julian, his best friend and my occasional hook-up.
I close my laptop as they both approach me, and Julian raises a bushy eyebrow, running his finger over the logo on my device.
“What’s you doing?” he says in a low, suggestive tone.
I smile and sit back on my chair.
“You know very well what I’m doing, sugar,” I answer him.
Julian is young, black, and good-looking. He’s constantly on the lookout for hookups, and his bed is open for anyone who wants a go whether they are men, women, or genderqueer.
His friend, Freddy, is the polar opposite of him. He’s white, camp, and in a committed relationship. With a professor, no less. I can’t say I haven’t been jealous of him and wished I was in his place with Isaac on numerous occasions because that would be a lie.
“Can we have a preview?” Julian asks.
“You want the goods, pay up for them.” I chuckle and put my laptop away and pack up.
“Don’t leave on our account,” Freddy says. “We can go if you’re busy.”
“I was done here, anyway,” I say, and we walk down the library aisle. “Did you guys have anything in mind?”
“We were gonna get lunch, so we thought we’d drag you with us and get you to socialize a little,” Freddy says, and I offer him a dirty glance. “Don’t give me that look. You’ve been distant the last few days.”
“You know I—” I start, but I don’t get to finish.
