Chapter 5
FIVE
Blake
Blake’s bedroom glowed with the warm, flattering illumination from his ring light. Out in the living room, his roommate Dustin and his girlfriend were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, so it was an ideal night to hang in his room and host an impromptu cam session for his fans.
He lounged on the edge of his bed, shirtless, the brim of his baseball cap turned to the back. His webcam streamed to a public chat room on SeeMen, his preferred cam site. Usernames and messages scrolled up the side of his laptop screen, alongside a flurry of heart and fire emojis.
Tonight, he was living out a baseball fantasy, dressed in tight white pants, stirrup socks, and cleats, with eye-black smeared under his eyes. Early in the chat, he’d stripped off his jersey. Playing with his nipples was always a sure way to get his fans’ attention.
A message scrolled by, followed by the notification bell. His first tip of the evening. A computerized voice read the message into his earbud.
“Can we see your bat and balls?”
Blake smirked and parted his thighs, giving the viewers a clear shot of his crotch. He kneaded his balls and trailed his fingers over the thick ridge of his erection.
“Still waiting for a catcher,” he said, his voice low and easy. “Anyone want to slide into home with me?”
His tips ticked upward, the ping of the notification bell forming a slow but steady melody in the background.
He leaned back on one hand, slipping the other under his waistband and stroking his cock while flashing the boyish grin that made him famous.
Although he sometimes got naked in the public rooms and performed solo, he usually stayed partially clothed.
Chatting with regulars and welcoming new subscribers was fun, and an easy way to score some tips.
The real money in cam work came from the clients who paid for a private chat. One-on-one, the client got to call the shots. Some wanted Blake to talk, some wanted him to listen. Almost all of them wanted to jerk off. Blake was happy to oblige, while the client paid by the minute for his attention.
“I haven’t come for days,” Blake groaned, rubbing his dick for emphasis. “I’m going to shoot so far.” The promise of an epic cumshot was usually enough bait to hook a client.
He grinned when a chime sounded and a notification window popped up on his screen: WestTexas76691 has requested a private chat.
Leaning toward his webcam, he winked and said, “Alright, boys. You know what that sound means. A client awaits.” He blew a kiss at the screen. “Be good to each other. Don’t forget to subscribe to my fan site.”
He pulled down his waistband and flashed his dick, thanking his viewers for the flurry of tips that trickled in before he clicked over to the private chat room.
He was greeted by an attractive older man, probably in his fifties, his once-black hair now a lovely shade of silver. Shirtless and reclining in bed, he was fit and tan, with strong shoulders and arms.
Blake perked up. He liked working with older clients. They had money to spend, and it often took them longer to come. More time in the chat meant more money for him.
“Hey,” Blake said, running a hand down his chest. “What should I call you?”
The corners of the man’s eyes crinkled when he smiled. “Rob.”
“Nice to meet you, Rob.” Blake hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants. “You call the shots tonight. What do you want to do?”
“Maybe we can just talk and jerk off for a bit?”
“Sure thing. Let me get more comfortable.” Blake pulled off his cleats and shimmied out of his baseball pants, revealing his jockstrap, already soaked through with pre-cum.
Rob angled his camera so his dick came into view. He wasn’t long, but he was thick, a good handful, with big, hairy balls.
“Your cock is hot.” Blake flicked his nipples with his thumbnails. His flagging erection stiffened up immediately.
Rob pumped some lube in his palm and began stroking. “Can I see your dick?”
“Of course.” Blake slipped off his jockstrap, freeing his cock and balls. He spit in his fist and gave his cock some long, slow pulls.
“Oh my god,” Rob whispered under his breath. He pumped lube into his free hand and reached between his legs.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Blake stroked faster, his dick alive with sensation. Sometimes he had to fake his pleasure with a client, but Rob was getting him hot. “Get your hole ready for me. Open yourself up for my cock.”
“If you were here, would you fuck me?” Rob asked.
“I’d fuck you so hard. I’d hold your legs in the air and pound you, until you felt my balls slapping your ass with every stroke.”
“Yeah, fuck me,” Rob said, panting, his voice breathy, his jaw slack.
Blake clocked when Rob went cock-dumb, that magical moment when a man’s eyes glazed over and his instincts kicked in. When all he could think about was releasing the pressure building behind his balls.
Rob wouldn’t end the chat now – Blake had him on the line until he came.
Blake moaned, closed his eyes, and dropped his head back. “Your asshole feels so good on my cock.”
An image popped into his mind – Ethan, on his back, his ankles on Blake’s shoulders, begging Blake to fuck him. His world narrowed to the tingling pleasure in his shaft as he stroked his cock harder and faster.
Blake was aware of Rob saying, “I think you’re getting ahead of me,” but he was cock-dumb too, and couldn’t stop.
He fucked Ethan in his fantasy, imagining his sweat dripping onto Ethan’s slender chest, and he hurtled over the edge. He groaned as his orgasm rocketed through him. Cum shot onto his face, dripping off his nose and cheeks as the rest of his release painted his chest with white streaks.
His chest heaving, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly at Rob, who was still jerking off. “Sorry. I usually let the client come first… you’re just so hot I got carried away.”
Rob smirked. “That’s a lot of cum.”
Blake wiped the cum off his cheeks and licked his fingers. “I want to see you come, too.” Smoothing his release over his chest, he added, “What do you want, Rob?”
“I want to see your asshole.”
Blake scooted back and brought his knees to his chest.
“That’s hot,” Rob said, stroking faster.
Time to slide into home. He spread his cheeks and rubbed what was left of his cum on his hole.
Rob cried out and came, his body jolting with every powerful contraction. Panting and trembling, he muttered a quick “thank you” and closed the chat window. Blake had seen that before, shame and embarrassment settling in once the orgasm had run its course.
His laptop pinged with a notification. Rob sent a follow-up message along with a hundred-dollar tip.
WestTexas76691: That was hot. Maybe we can do it again?
OfficialDirkSlocum: Any time, hansome. Thanks for the tip!
He sent a blowing-kiss emoji, then rooted through his pile of discarded clothes for his jersey. While he was wiping off his chest, his computer chimed with another request for a private chat.
Blake usually refused to work with cam clients back-to-back. Private rooms were expensive, and he wanted to be his best for every show. It wasn’t fair making the second guy wait for Blake to get through his refractory period so he could come again.
He sent the guy a message:
OfficialDirkSlocum: I was just with a clint. Might not be able to get off agen
Dyba696969: Maybe keep a guy company while he jerks off?
Blake almost said no, but talkers could be lucrative. Chats with lonely guys could go on for an hour or more. He finished cleaning up, tossed the dirty shirt into his laundry basket, and chubbed up his dick as much as possible after the epic orgasm he’d just had.
When he opened the private chat, he expected to be greeted by a naked man. But the guy was fully clothed in a T-shirt and hoodie, with the webcam aimed at his chest. His face was out of frame. That happened sometimes, with people who were afraid of being recognized, or ashamed to be paying for sex.
“Hi stud,” Blake said.
“Hello, Blake.”
That voice sent a chill down Blake’s spine.
The webcam panned up to reveal a man with dark black bangs swept across his forehead, and eyes the color of dirty ice. It was Dylan Banks, his high school ex.
Dylan let out a wry chuckle. “So it’s true. My friend told me you were a porn star now. At first, I didn’t believe him.”
Suddenly feeling exposed, Blake pulled the sheet off the bed and draped it over his lap.
“I mean, you look good. A lot different from when we were dating. Last I heard you were a bartender. Not a… prostitute.”
“I’m an actor,” Blake snapped. “Not a prostitute.”
“Oh, my bad,” Dylan said with mock sincerity. “So you’re not being paid for fucking those guys?”
“What do you want, Dylan?”
Dylan braced his elbow on his desk and supported his chin with his hand. “Just wanted to see if it was true. I mean, the guy in the videos certainly looks like you.”
“It’s me.”
“You’ve picked up a few moves since we were dating. How come you never fucked me like that?”
“Because I didn’t exactly know what I was doing yet. You were the first guy I ever slept with.”
“Ooh. Can I get that on a T-shirt? My first time was with Dirk Slocum. ‘Getting Dirked’ is what they call it, right?” Dylan licked his lower lip. “It pays well? Sex work?”
“Yes, especially when, uh…”
“You’re extra slutty?”
“When you sign with a major studio,” Blake finished quietly.
“So when a guy pays for a room like this, you jerk off for him?” Dylan’s eyes had darkened, and his gaze turned hungry.
Blake crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Yes.”
“Well. I’m paying. Perform for me.” Dylan sat back in his chair and tucked his hands behind his head.
“No.”
“That’s not fair,” Dylan sneered. “We were together for over two years. Don’t I get a chance to take the new and improved Blake for a spin?”
“I’m ending the chat.”
“Lovely seeing you again, Bla—”
Blake closed the private chat and logged off. He was used to not being taken seriously, but it stung more coming from someone he used to love.
In high school, Dylan had been sweet and awkward, blushing when he asked Blake out, and trembling when he reached for Blake’s hand during their first movie date.
Was it still possible for him to experience something so pure and innocent?
Blake searched through the pockets of the jeans draped over his desk chair, and fished out the folded note Ethan had slipped him in the diner. He lay down in bed and unfolded the note, tracing his finger under the message: Call me xo.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and carefully entered Ethan’s number. Using voice-to-text, he sent his first message.
BLAKE
Hi. This is Blake
From the diner
The flashing reply dots appeared immediately.
ETHAN
LOL I know. I’ve only given my number to one man named Blake today
Duh. Of course he knows who I am. Ten seconds in and he’d already said something dumb. He tapped his thumbs on the side of the phone. It would help if he could hear Ethan’s voice.
BLAKE
Can I call you?
ETHAN
Please
Blake hit the call icon, and Ethan picked up on the first ring.
“Hi. How was your day?” Ethan’s voice was quiet, almost drowsy.
“Good. Just, uh… hanging out.” Blake chose his words carefully, certain that admitting he’d been jerking off for money would set the wrong vibe. “How about you?”
“Same. Relaxing after work. Thinking of you.”
Blake’s stomach fluttered with the same thrill he’d felt when Ethan winked at him during brunch. “For real? I was thinking about you, too.”
The line was silent for a few seconds, and Blake scrambled for something to say. But then Ethan’s sweet, sleepy voice was back. “Can I take you on a date, Blake?”
A far cry from typical questions like Dick pic? or Your place or mine? Ethan’s request was innocent, and it set Blake’s heart racing. Struggling to keep his voice steady, Blake answered, “Yes. I’d like to go out with you.”
“I work the dinner shift on Tuesday night, but maybe we could meet up after? I have a place in mind.”
“Tuesday works. I can pick you up,” Blake blurted. “I mean, I have a car. I can drive. Us. To the date.”
Ethan chuckled softly. “I’ll text you my address. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”
“Me too.
“Good night, Blake.”
“Night.”
Blake hung up and clutched his phone to his chest. He couldn’t stop smiling.
He opened his calendar app to set a reminder and groaned.
He had plans to hang out with Xander on Tuesday.
For months, Blake had been going to a speed dating event at a bar called The Blind Tiger.
Not to date, but to hook up with guys after the event.
When Xander found out about it, he wanted in, and Blake had finally agreed to bring him along.
“Fuck.” He bit his lip and dialed his friend’s number.
“Hey Larsen. What’s up?”
“Bad news. I can’t do the Blind Tiger on Tuesday.”
“Dude! You’re ditching me?”
“I have a date,” Blake said, bracing for Xander’s reaction. “With Ethan from the diner.”
Xander hummed in disapproval. “Fine. I get it. He’s cute. You owe me, though.”
Xander was one of his best friends, and Blake knew how to smooth his ruffled feathers. “Which of the dancers at the club do you want to fuck?”
Xander scoffed. “What the hell, man? I can’t be bought with sex!” He dissolved into laughter. “Just kidding. Diesel. I want to fuck Diesel.”
“Deal. I’ll introduce you.”
“All is forgiven. Have fun with your twink. Bye.”
The call disconnected.
Blake put the date in his calendar and set his phone on the nightstand. I’m going out with Ethan.
He was almost high from excitement, but it was short-lived. He looked down at his naked body, his pubes damp from lube, his ass sticky with drying cum, and felt… not shame – he refused to be ashamed about his work – but he did feel dirty, and used.
He snagged the towel hanging from his closet doorknob, wrapped it around his hips, and hurried to the bathroom for a shower.
He was looking forward to his date. It would be nice, spending time with someone who was attracted to him, and didn’t want to pay to use his body.