Sabastian (Influencer #1)
Chapter 1 | Cameron
Chapter 1
Cameron
“H ow do I look?”
“You look great. Now turn around so I can get a better look at that firm pretty young ass. Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I want to see. Now pass those small hands over your chest, so I can get a closer look. Yeah, you’ve been working out, Sabastian. That’s right, move the camera. Good. Keep going. Stop with the makeup will you, because you’re too young and pretty to be wearing makeup, but I do like the lip gloss you dribble over those plump lips. I can see them now going down on me and my finger is sliding around the ridges.
“Oh that’s good. Now suck it. Do you like this?”
I wonder if you can suck cock the way I like, because you look so tempting, but I want your cock in my mouth. It’s been years since I’ve done that and years since I’ve been hot behind a man as young as you.
I knew, I shouldn’t have to resort to fantasies about a man who was too young for me, and especially one half my age. Well, not quite, but he was young nevertheless and I should be over at this dude’s house who’s been calling me, and telling me what he wants me to do to him. I guessed he knew I was a top. All those rich friends of mine had been trying to set me up with him for a year, but I preferred to watch the men I want and then go after them. And lately I hadn’t seen many I’d want to spend my time with and the rest of my life being domesticated.
I didn’t want anyone binding me to anything and especially someone my age. I’d prefer to wait until the right man came along and the only one I saw I could want was Sabastian, a young influencer on the social media channels.
However, I didn’t mind my friends looking out for me, because it showed they were concerned since I’d lost my partner. He was the same gap in age as I was with Sabastian. But hey, I didn’t even know Sabastian, and here I was thinking of him as my boy. Maybe I’d taken this fantasy thing too far and needed to live a little.
Nevertheless, it was something about watching Sabastian on my wide screen that made my heart race, and my cock twitch, because I’d never been attracted to any man lately the way I was now with this young dude, and the best part was he was safe, because I didn’t have to get my heart broken.
I could tell he’d break my heart the way I’d done to my partner when I was his age, therefore, I was safe because he had this social media channel, and I couldn’t stop watching him, but it was at a distance. A long distance. He was spraying something over his body, and I closed my eyes and imagined he was lying in my arms and he smelled delicious when I trailed my tongue over his chest. I could picture him now. His aroma was making my cock hard. I wondered what the scent was he was covering that delectable body with?
He held it up and gave the name. “I have to purchase some of that,” I told myself. I needed the full experience. It was a body spray not cologne. “You look like you smell good enough to eat,” I murmured. “I’d like to spread those young hard thighs open and fall between those legs, let you wrap them around my neck, and take your young dick inside my mouth, and never come up for air, and when I do, you’ll be mine.”
This is the time, I want to unzip my pants and jerk off, I was thinking. I made an attempt to... however, before I could stand up to lock my door, my friend who was staying with me for a week had entered and was standing in the doorjamb for all of a few minutes watching me, listening to my murmur and hard breathing as I cupped my cock with my palm, then breathed hard from the excitement of jerking off to Sabastian’s handsome young body.
“Are you still at this?” Jason interrupted an important moment. I glanced up and tried to drop my hand on my knee pretending I’d been massaging my leg.
Rubbing my thigh, I said, “You know I think I’m getting old. My knee hurts.” I wondered if he’d fall for that. I didn’t think of myself as old although some men liked to say they were. Fuck that. I was not giving anyone the chance to lock me in to that nonsense. My partner once said, “When you’re loved, you’re always young.”
“When are you going to give up the fantasy of that boy? You have all these men at your beck and call and wishing you’d date just one of them. They want to be in a real relationship with you, not one of your fuck him and leave him affairs. Don’t you know he lives somewhere you can’t get to him unless you seek him out. He’s on the move all the time, just like you, Cameron. And that’s not your thing. You’re used to having men fall at your feet and it’s not going to happen. He’s half your age.”
I glared at Jason and wished he’d fucking leave me in peace, but that was expecting too much and it wasn’t happening today, I considered disappointed, because I allowed him to live with me when I shouldn’t. After my partner died I didn’t want to be alone, now I was regretting that decision, I was thinking as I pointed the remote and hesitated about turning it off, then dropped it on the chair .
“That boy, what’s his name, has been traveling around, so what’s the probability of you running into him? Give up that fantasy and dreams for your own mental health, and hang out with me tonight with our friends.”
I’m staring at the flat screen focused on what Sabastian was doing next and I ignored Jason. He was standing in front of the television and I gestured with my hands for him to leave.
“You can’t think you’re going to meet him lying around the house when you should be headed to the office. You have one more week of vacation time, and you’ve used all that up in your bedroom, with pictures of your partner surrounding your bed like a shrine. What man will want to compete with that, and that monster of a television with you jacking off to Sabastian’s face and body. Look at your TV, it covers the entire wall.”
“When you bought your wide screen, no one told you how large it should be. I can afford to purchase anything I want, whether it’s a TV or a man. So, leave me the fuck alone and let me dress if you expect me to go out tonight. I don’t like hanging with you young unsophisticated dudes.”
“There you go again trying to berate me because I’m a few years younger than you, and my friends aren’t as worldly and mature as yours.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying get the fuck out of my room, and let me get dressed. I didn’t hear you knock before you invaded my space so knock next time.” I had been somewhat pissed with him because he never knocked, and he was just a guest here. He barged into my space and took over like he was doing now. He plopped down on my bed and made himself at home which just so happened to be my house. Because I was working and traveling all the time, he’d taken over it.
“You don’t have a wide screen television because you’re too cheap,” I shot back.
“It’s not that. I didn’t have anyone to leave me millions of dollars and a company with a golden parachute.”
“That is just the talk. I made this money on my own while you were letting those boys suck your dick, and you opened up your bank account to them. Excuse me if I’d rather date from afar.”
“Is that what you call dating? That boy doesn’t even know you’re alive and in my opinion you aren’t living. Now get the fuck up and come with me to this party.”
When my friend strode out of my room, he stopped and spun around. “You know you only bought that thing to get a good look at Sabastian. He’s only an influencer and he’s probably looking for a Daddy to take care of him. He has a regular job and works at a department store selling expensive bags to women who don’t need another bag. Look at him—”
“I do.”
“I mean, look at him. He carries a woman’s purse—”
“And...”
“And you don’t like men who are that feminine.”
“How do you know what I like? A man can change. I was married once to a woman and a gay man who carried a bag. We broke up and that’s why I have this large home I can’t sell, and that’s why you’re here and telling me what I want.”
“I’m just concerned about you. Since your divorce, and your dead partner, and your recent breakup with Eric, you haven’t been on a date in—”
“A year,” I added. “There’s nothing out there for me. Nothing I want I didn’t have in life.”
“There’s nothing in here for you either except a fantasy. You need to get out and live.”
“And you need to get out and leave me alone,” I mumbled.
He took a few steps, and said, “What good will it do for me to knock? You’re putting on your shoes and watching that thing at the same time?”
“It would be something that you should do if you want to live here. Remember this is my home and you’re just the guest—”
“A guest you begged to come stay with you when your wife left, and then your partner convinced you to stay in this monstrosity of a house, and he died on you. Look around. Who needs a five-bedroom home with five baths. You don’t even have children, let alone a partner any more. And don’t look at me, I’m taken, and soon I will be gone, and you won’t have me to kick around even if it’s for a week. No, don’t look at me like that. Get a dog if you’re going to be lonely. Or better yet, put yourself out there and email that man or text him.”
“He probably has someone. He’s a You Tube content creator, hot with millions of followers, and he’s not looking for a middle-aged man like myself. Look at him, he looks like he could fuck and suck all night and never come up for air, ” I reluctantly admitted.
“Are you kidding me? You’re fucking thirty-something the way you keep your body and the way you eat, and you’re super-hot yourself. If I wasn’t taken, I’d say let’s make a go of it.”
There was no way in hell I would consider Jason. “No don’t look at me like that because I know if we both got desperate on a cold night, and ended up in bed together, we’d hate each other in the morning for ruining a good relationship,” I admitted.
“Just concentrate on that dude you’re fascinated with. He’s the safest thing you’ll ever find. Just keep watching his channel and jerking yourself off, and you don’t have to put yourself out there. You want safe, well, that’s as safe as it gets. You’re in your bed watching that behemoth of a television jerking off to a man you can’t touch or feel. Me, I like reality and my reality is I can’t afford to live alone, and I haven’t found a man who will take in a dude who’s supporting himself with odd jobs. That reminds me, your air conditioner is going out. It’s only going to cost a few thousand if I do the work.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’d rather pay someone to take care of my air-conditioner than have Jason fucking around with it. But he was the type who wouldn’t take charity.
“If you get out of here, I’ll go with you and your friends and we can discuss the air system tomorrow.”
“I can get you a date—”
“I’ll find my own, thank you very much. What are we, in high school? Now fuck off.” He glared at me and hunched his shoulders.
When I thought he would leave, he said, “When you come begging for my help, remember what I said. It’s cold out there for a gay man your age, even if you have money and you’re super-hot. You don’t have too many more years, that goodlooking face and hard body will only get you so far, and the way you’ve become a hermit after being the playboy of the century, it’s just not right.” He shook his head. “There should be a law the way you’ve kept yourself off the market.”
There should be a law to arrest anyone who kept friends like Jason.
Glaring at Jason, wishing he’d leave me alone with my thoughts for once. “Have you finished? Then take your happy ass on, and let me get ready for another disappointment.”