Page 1 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

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Shit.

My dick might have looked better at that other angle.

The harsh glow from the computer screen and the dim lighting in the bedroom cast strange shadows the way it is now. And the last thing I want is for the main attraction to look anything less than absolutely stellar.

After all, it’s what everyone is here for.

The main attraction.

My God-given gift.

That needs to look perfect.

I lean forward to reset my laptop back to its original placement. From this position, my cock can really shine in all its glory. The real star of HRD4U’s website. I initiate the video, stroke my hard length, and comments spring to life on the bottom of the screen, drawing a grin across my lips even though no one watching can see it.

There we go.

That’s what I’ve been looking for.

About time HRD4U.

I feel like we’ve been waiting for hours.

Have you considered my offer to come take care of that for you?

“Sorry to keep you waiting, ladies…and gentlemen. I had another commitment before I could get online tonight.”

A string of hearts and smiley faces appear along the screen—the viewers’ responses to my apology. I really do hate to be late for my performance, but Rachel needed me, and I’m a sucker where Rach is concerned.

She needs something…I come running, without a second thought, no matter what I’m in the middle of or what I have scheduled. That’s what best friends do. And tonight, she needed her best friend’s shoulder to cry on. It didn’t matter that it was painful to watch her breakdown over another guy who didn’t deserve her anyway; I would never leave her if she needs me—in any way.

Ever.

But now, it’s time to forget her dating woes and to make some other people very happy.

“So, what would you like to see tonight?”

I casually stroke my dick and slide my palm over the head, sending a zing of pleasure straight to my balls. A flurry of comments appears, and I try to read them and keep up while still focusing on the job at hand—or in hand, as it might be.

Of course, this would feel a hell of a lot better if a certain woman’s smooth, soft fingers were wrapped around me, if she were the one bringing me the ultimate pleasure. Whispering in my ear. Touching me so intimately. Making me come apart.

But that’s out of the question.

Not when we’ve been best friends for so long, and she only sees me like a brother. The good girl from next door can never be anything but that. No matter how much I might wish for it. And fantasize about it.

She will never see this side of me, never know how agonizing it is to see her every day and know I can’t have her.

These people who watch are the only ones who will see what happens when I think about being with Rachel. How completely even imagining it overpowers my entire body.

And one part in particular…

We want to see you come.

Don’t tease us, HRD4U.

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