17. Basher
BASHER
Light streamed in through the large bedroom window, reminding Basher that it was time to face reality.
If he was going to pursue anything further with Cameron, he needed to come clean. He needed to come clean with it all.
“I found your website.”
He felt Cameron’s body stiffen against him. Slowly, the thick head of black hair rose until Cameron’s soft blue eyes were staring down at him, fearful of what he might think.
“Wh-what?” Cameron asked, his voice shaky as he stared at him.
“And I’ve jerked off to your videos more than a few times.” Basher’s eyebrows scrunched together as he felt his cheeks heat from embarrassment.
“I… well, umm…” Cameron’s eyes darted around him, appearing unsure how to respond to Basher’s confessions.
Basher didn’t blame the boy. He felt like a pervert just listening to himself confess.
“I’m not judging you or anything like that. I just didn’t want to keep lying to you about having a subscription to your site and about beating my dick raw on more than one occasion.”
The corners of Cameron’s lips turned up in what was quickly becoming a full-blown smile. “So, I slept with a fan, did I?”
Basher grabbed the sarcastic twerp in a semi-headlock, pulling him down to his chest and smothering him with all his muscles.
Cameron chuckled as he squirmed to get himself free.
He loved playing with Cameron. The guy was so full of life and happy all the time—well, most of the time. It appeared that Cameron had forgotten his troubles from the night before and was quickly returning to his old cheerful self once again.
Laughing, they both settled back down. Cameron lay on Basher’s stomach, arms crossed beneath his chin as he stared up at him with adoring eyes.
“So how long ago did you find it?” Cameron asked, a smile still filling half his face.
“The day I first moved here. At first, I thought it might have been someone catfishing you, but hearing your voice and seeing your cute-as-fuck smile, it took me just a sec to realize it was really you.”
“All that time?” Cameron cried, slapping Basher on his pecs. Basher chuckled. “So, what video’s your favorite?”
“The one where you’re getting fucked by that older guy with the skull tattoos.” Basher gave him a smirk.
“Oh, you mean the one where the guy looks like you?”
“Well, a smaller, less muscular version of me. Plus, I’ve got at least three more inches on that guy.”
Cameron nodded and chuckled.
“But in all seriousness, you’re fucking gorgeous, on and off camera,” Basher added, gently stroking the front of Cameron’s midnight hair.
The smile on Cameron’s face could practically light up the sun. He loved seeing the boy like this. So full of excitement, so full of joy.
Then Cameron’s eyes shot open.
“We should film a scene together!” he shouted, propping himself up so quickly, he practically winded Basher in the stomach.
“Umm, no. No one wants to see this hot mess of a bod, flopping around on screen.”
“Hot mess? Who are you kidding? The first day I locked eyes with you, I practically came in my pants. All that muscle, all that roughness. Plus, all the biker gays at the bar think you're sexy as sin.”
“Biker gays?” Basher asked, not sure he wanted to know who Cam was talking about.
“You know. The biker gays! The husbands and boyfriends of all the gay bikers who are part of the club.”
Basher stared at him for a second, contemplating whether or not he should ask his next question.
“But… aren’t all of the guys who work at the bar gay?”
Cameron faced him for a moment, looking all confused and unsettled.
“Well… no… I…” His mouth suddenly closed as he stared at him in contemplation. “Well, not everyone. Just the ones who suck dick—and are guys.”
Well, that kind of made sense. Alexis and her husband, Jake, were definitely not gay.
Then there were other dudes like Damian and Midas, who were also part of the Shadow Vipers but so far had only admitted to sleeping with women.
But who knew? They could be bi or pan or sexually fluid.
One never really knew someone’s sexual orientation without asking.
And even then, people weren’t obligated to share their truth.
Sexual identity and preferences were personal and nobody else’s business.
Feeling like he was being led into a trap, he glared at the twink smiling up at him.
“How about… we’ll see.”
Seeming happy with that answer, Cameron went back to drawing circles across his stomach and casually playing with his chest hair.