4. Cameron
CAMERON
“Damn it,” Cameron cursed, wiggling the light and adjusting the stand.
He took a step back, then glanced around at the two other cameras he had set up around the room, trying to get the best possible angles. He would shoot a live stream now, then edit the footage and post a more professional video later on his site.
Today’s shoot would be a simple one. He was doing a solo jerk-off scene, with the assistance of his trusty and reliable friend, Antonio.
Antonio was his favorite dildo, given to him last Christmas when he accidentally mentioned to Ace that the dildos he had weren’t quite… hitting the spot.
Ace laughed and teased him, noting that the problem was not with the dildos he owned, but with his ever-expanding hungry hole. If he wanted to be completely satisfied, he needed something with a bit more length and girth.
Ace was a dick.
What did Ace know?
Apparently… everything.
A few weeks later, Ace bought him “Antonio,” an eight-inch silicone penis modeled after a famous Brazilian gay porn star. It was bigger and thicker and stretched him out perfectly. The damn thing hit every nerve ending, causing him to come like he’d never come before.
So apparently, the problem was that his ass needed something a bit… bigger.
Okay, fine, so Ace was a genius.
Once Cameron had his phone set and the lighting just right, he stripped down to his underwear and climbed onto the bed. He fixed his gaze on the camera and smirked.
“Evenin’, boys,” he purred, his tone smooth and deliberate. He grabbed his junk and gave it a squeeze. “Figured I’d ease you in with a little tease—something to keep your attention while you fight it out for a private. Bidding starts at two hundred.”
He lowered his gaze and began running his palm against his junk. He bit his bottom lip and moaned as his cock began to grow in front of his hundreds of followers.
He had been doing cam shows for about a year now as a way to make some extra cash.
It all started when a customer came into the bar and offered him a hundred bucks if he’d send him a private video of himself playing with his cock.
A week later, the same man came back into the bar, asking if he would shoot a scene with one of his friends and let him keep it for five hundred bucks.
His friend was cute, a few years older, and walked around with that big-dick energy that always got the girls wet and the gay boys hard.
Sadly, the guy didn’t know how to use the big dick he’d been blessed with, but Cameron found a way to get himself off, all while making the video look hot as hell.
There should be a rule that you can only have a big dick if you know how to use it. Otherwise, it’s just a waste of a good piece of meat.
Shortly after that, Cameron set up an online profile and began shooting his own content, occasionally collaborating with others who were also seeking a content partner.
Hey, it was an easy way to make extra money, and who didn’t love the validation of hundreds of men salivating over your naked body?
Yes, it was an ego boost he sorely needed.
Staring into the camera, he licked his lower lip, then began playing with his nipple.
“Mmm, so who’s the lucky guy going to be tonight?”
Cameron watched on his tablet as the online bids began to increase, quickly jumping from two hundred to three hundred.
“There we go, boys. Let’s see that appreciation.”
He moved his hands lower and began slowly removing his underwear.
He let out a soft moan, eyes locked on the camera, fully aware that hundreds of men were watching him. There was something intoxicating about it—the thrill of knowing he held their attention, that he could draw them in without even trying.
Glancing at his screen, he noticed the offers had jumped from three fifty to five hundred dollars.
The bidding suddenly stopped.
There was only so high people were willing to go to watch a camboy jerk off live in front of a camera.
“Well, it looks like we’ve got ourselves a winner,” Cameron said, slipping off the bed so he could read his tablet better.
The final offer came from a handle he was used to seeing.
You&I4Eva once again won a private, one-on-one session with Cameron.
The user had been a loyal follower ever since the beginning.
He wasn’t sure who the man was, only that he lived in San Francisco and apparently ran some sort of tech start-up company—or at least that’s what the man had said.
That was the thing about the internet—people could be whomever they wanted.
Take him, for example. His stage name was J?gerboy25. According to his profile, he was twenty-five, lived in Texas, and worked part-time at his college bar.
Nothing online was real.
Everything was a fantasy supported by smoke and mirrors. Or in his case, dildos and lube.
Cameron sat back down on the bed and smiled into the camera once more.
“Sorry, boys, this show is just between me and You&I4Eva. We’ll see you guys once we’re done. Unless, of course, I’m too tired to come back online.”
He gave his audience a wink before logging out of the main room and popping into the private chat, where You&I4Eva was already waiting.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my biggest fan,” Cameron teased, smiling back at the blurred-out face on the webcam.
It turned out that You&I4Eva didn’t like having his face shown. It was no skin off Cameron’s back. The less emotional connection he had with someone, especially a paying client, the better.
“How are you doing tonight, my sweet?” the man asked, his body moving as he prepared himself for the show.
While the man’s face was blurred, his body wasn’t. Cameron stroked himself as he watched the man remove his pants and lower his underwear. He took his own cock in hand and began jerking in sync with Cameron.
“That’s it, big boy. You tell me what you want me to do.” Cameron moaned, grabbing the lube next to his bed and slicking up his own cock while he waited.
“I want to watch you ride that dildo you got right there,” the man’s husky voice ordered.
You&I4Eva’s requests were always the same. He liked to watch Cameron ride his dildo—no doubt picturing himself as the thick piece of silicone entering his body—and watch Cameron shoot a load on his stomach.
He didn’t have the greatest abs. There was definitely no six-pack, but he wasn’t overweight by any means. He had what one would consider a tiny pouch where abs gently slumbered beneath a blanket of body fat.
Cameron didn’t mind though. He thought he looked good with a bit of extra meat on his bones. It certainly never cost him any dates or anything.
From what Cameron could tell, You&I4Eva was a regular Joe. He was always polite, showered him with compliments and praise, and always gave him way more tips than were necessary.
You&I4Eva claimed he liked taking care of Cameron and enjoyed their private one-on-one times together. Occasionally, Cameron felt bad for taking so much of the man’s money, but then he remembered why he was doing this, and all feelings of guilt quickly evaporated.
Staring into the camera, Cameron lubed up the dildo, smirking as he worked his hand up and down the silicone shaft. Each synthetic vein, each curve of the tip, was another tool he used to build up the fantasy.
Tilting his head, he locked eyes with the camera.
“You want to watch me stick this big piece of meat inside that tight, tiny hole of mine?”
The blurred head nodded.
Cameron adjusted the pillow behind him before sliding down on the bed and positioning the dildo right at his hole.
“Tell me what you want.” Cameron moaned before slowly pushing inside.
The cam show lasted about twenty minutes, ending once You&I4Eva shot his load and wished him good night.
It was strange cleaning up after the show. While busting a nut was always a welcomed feeling, not having anyone to share that nut with left him feeling alone and empty.
He longed for someone—someone to hold him at night and greet him with a smile in the morning as he made breakfast.
Cameron envied guys like Ace and Lucas. They had found their forever someones and seemed happier than any man had a right to be.
Cameron’s weakness had always been assholes—bad boys covered in ink and wrapped in attitude. The kind of men who never committed, who only ever thought of themselves, leaving behind a trail of broken promises and crushed hearts.
Yes, Cameron knew he had a problem. He was addicted to rough men and had no way of kicking the habit.
Wiping the last of the lube from his hands, he made his way into the bathroom to shower and then hopefully get a good night’s sleep.