Chapter 26
Trevor
I double-check the tripod placement before making a final visual sweep of my room. It’s as neat as it’s going to get.
The camera will only catch a portion of my bed and wall, but this is the first time I’ll be recording myself in full, instead of only my dick. I want everything to be perfect.
My phone chimes. Isaac is here.
I let him into the otherwise-empty apartment. Being midday, my uncle is below in the tattoo shop and will be for hours still.
“Hey,” Isaac says softly, his cheeks dusted pink.
I take his jacket, hanging it by the door. “You ready for this?”
He lets out a quiet laugh. “Are you? I have the easy job. You’re the one who’s actually going to be…doing stuff.”
“I’m ready,” I tell him, feeling it.
I wait until Isaac has followed me into my bedroom to close the door and lock it, just in case.
“Chair in the corner,” I let him know. “And could you keep an eye on the shot? Signal me if I go out of frame?”
He nods. “What are, um… What are you doing for this one?”
My lips twitch. “Figured I’d keep it simple. Let the focus be me. And my dick, of course.”
“It’s a good focus,” he mutters.
I shoot him a smile before tugging my shirt over my head. Isaac’s breath puffs out. My pants are next to go, and then my briefs.
“Christ, Trevor. Can I?”
Knowing what he’s asking, I nod. Isaac steps forward, his hand wrapping around my dick. I swell quickly in his grip and under the intensity of his stare. When he gives me a gentle shove backwards, I let myself fall to the bed.
Isaac crawls after me, and then his mouth is closing over my cock. My eyes shut against the pleasure. Heat, suction, Isaac’s hand sliding along my shaft. I give his hair a gentle tug far before I want to, knowing if he keeps going, I won’t be able to make my performance last.
He gets the hint, sliding off me with a curled tongue I want to chase.
“Come here,” I tell him.
Isaac crawls up my body, his mouth meeting mine with a groan. I wrap my hand around the side of his neck, holding him to me, wondering how I managed to find this person who so effortlessly slots against my pieces.
“When I’m done,” I say, the two of us breaking apart, “you’re going to get on this bed, and I’m going to make sure you’re so satisfied you forget anyone else you’ve ever had.”
Isaac shakes his head slightly, a smile at the corner of his lips. “How could I remember any of them, Trevor, when I have you?”
I kiss his smirking mouth, his jaw, a freckle on his neck. “Who’s the poet now?”
“Still you,” he says, drawing back and climbing off the bed. “Fuck. Okay. What do I do?”
“Start the camera for me?” I ask. “I’ll edit the clips before posting.”
Isaac nods, blowing out a deep breath before examining the video camera and pressing the button to record.
I ease back so I’m leaning against the wall, the camera at an angle such that the viewer will get a good vantage of me sprawled back, my dick visible so long as I keep my outer leg low.
I pick up the lube I left nearby and squirt some onto my palm.
Easing out a breath, I wrap a hand around myself and begin.
I already decided I won’t talk for this video.
It’s going to be a lot as is. Having people see my face for the first time, the rest of my body.
I want them to come back for more. To want more.
I’ll be sending the edited final out to everyone who’s paid for my services in the past, along with the link for my new website where they can subscribe to gain access to every one of my prior videos.
The only ones I won’t be sharing are those where I used someone’s name.
Everything else, old and new, will be accessible there. Along with an option for making paid requests.
My only regret is that I don’t have a proper studio space for this. Filming in my empty apartment at odd hours with a subpar camera isn’t ideal. A single static viewpoint isn’t, either.
But until things take off, this will have to do.
I let my leg fall wide as I stroke myself, my eyes right on the camera lens and those who will be watching.
I don’t make the contact linger, instead closing my eyes and tipping my head back against the wall, inviting the viewer to watch without feeling watched in return.
I start off slow, a tease more than anything, my hand gliding up and down my cock as if I don’t have a care in the world.
My other hand slides down to my balls, rolling and squeezing gently.
When I open my eyes, I find Isaac watching me. His freckles are dark with his blush, his hand cupping himself but not moving. I groan at the visual, and he sucks in a shallow breath.
I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking right this minute.
Is he turned on because he’s watching another man—his boyfriend—jerk off?
Is he anticipating what I’ll do to him once I’m done?
Is he remembering how many people will see this video, how many will watch, not knowing the one who made my dick hard is sitting right here in the room with me?
Does he get off on the knowledge that the only person I want is him?
I roll my palm over the head of my cock, my breath hitching as I use the other to stroke myself.
I draw back from the edge twice before deciding I’ve teased the viewers enough.
Planting my foot on the mattress, I start fucking my fist in earnest, tucking my other arm behind my head so my bicep pops.
I’m not above using my assets to their full effect.
Abs tensed, I roll my hips, my hand doing most of the work to bring me closer to the edge.
Performing is always that for me. A little clinical. Thinking about what others want. Thinking about what will look best.
But as my eyes snag on Isaac again, his mouth parted and tongue flicking over his lip the same way it flicked against my cock mere minutes ago, all the rest of it disappears.
There’s only flames and a once-guarded smile.
Haloed blue eyes and cupid bow lips. A man who was determined not to be my friend but who, somehow, became so much more.
I erupt with barely a thought, my groan loud as cum lands on my abs, my chest, the top of my fist. I stroke myself through it, my eyelids fluttering as I try not to look away from Isaac. I have to eventually, refocusing on the show I’m putting on as I lazily drag my fingers up my abs.
I give the camera a smirk to end the video before locking eyes with Isaac. “Red.”
He’s out of his seat in an instant, climbing between my legs, his tongue running the same path as my fingers as his palms anchor on my thighs.
My groan is hoarse. “The camera.”
“Leave it,” he says. “This can be yours. Just yours.”
Isaac cleans the cum off my skin amidst his murmurs of, “So fucking hot,” and, “They’re going to think you’re beautiful, Trevor,” and, “God, I need you to fuck me.” He starts making a return path, heading for my dick, and I’m helpless to stop him, his tongue warm and soft and so very familiar.
“Red,” I croak again, his fingertips digging into my thighs. “You’re wearing far too many clothes for me to get you off.”
He drops his forehead to my leg for a moment, his breath panting hot against me. “Can you…”
I ease upwards at his unfinished request, urging Isaac back.
Our positions reverse as he falls flat on the mattress, me straddling his hips.
His stomach jumps under my fingers as I slide the hem of his shirt up.
Freckled skin greets my eyes and my fingertips, Isaac lifting his arms so I can tug the material away.
He stays there, arms resting above his head, red hair splayed across my bedding, looking like what I imagine an incubus might. Too beautiful to put name to. Too tempting to ignore.
I drop my lips to his stomach as Isaac tries to grind against me.
“Trevor…”
“Feeling impatient, my beautiful brat?”
He huffs a breath, shoving my head lower without shame. “Yes. I am. I just had to watch you play with yourself, and now I want my turn.”
I chuckle against his skin, working his pants off. Socks, too. “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself.”
“Of course I did. Too much. That’s the problem.”
I tug his briefs free, my eyes trailing over his cock, lower…and I freeze. “Are you plugged for me?”
Isaac groans. “I didn’t know how long we’d have, and I wasn’t leaving here without something of yours in my ass.”
I put pressure on the plug, watching Isaac’s eyes fall closed and his head roll back. “It’s the biggest one you have.”
“Yeah, well, I have the biggest fucking boyfriend. Is it more than ten inches? It has to be, right? Ten and a half?”
I press a kiss to a freckle on Isaac’s knee before flipping him over.
He yips, his body tense for only a second before relaxing.
I toy with the plug as I map a path across the freckles on his back.
Along his spine, over his shoulders, at the nape of his neck.
All the while, Isaac shifts restlessly against the bedding, curses falling like an ode from his lips.
When I finally pull the plug free, Isaac nearly sobs.
I grab the lube again, plus a condom from my drawer.
Isaac turns his face to watch me, his blush covering his skin like a slowly spreading wildfire.
I roll the condom on, spread the lube, my cock barely having waned after my orgasm.
Isaac gets his knees under him when I tug up his hips, and I take a moment to appreciate the offering before me.
“Oh God,” Isaac moans, turning his face back against the bedding, his voice coming muffled but still audible. “You’re staring at my asshole again.”
I pet his skin before slipping two fingers inside of him. “Gorgeous.”
Isaac’s protest peters into a moan. “Fuck me, Bruiser.”