Chapter 7
Trevor
“You’re so good, Cam.”
How'd I ever get so lucky? I almost can't believe this is real. It's like something out of my wildest wet dreams.
Cameron bared himself to me.
I made him come with my lips wrapped around his cute little cock and my dildo shoved deep into his ass. Then I jerked off all over his flat chest while he tormented his nipples.
For me.
Because I asked…because Cameron wanted to please me.
Fuck.
He let me pry open his body and unleash a whole new brand of pleasure that'll change everything between us. My feelings for him haven't changed. They never will. He'll always be my best friend.
No matter what happens next, I'll take care of Cameron.
I look at Cameron and suck on the inside of my cheeks while admiring the mess I made of him. He's covered with both our come and blushing a brilliant shade of pink.
Damn it.
If I'm not careful, I'll get hard again in record time.
"Stay here."
I pull up my sweats and haul myself out of the bed. I'd love nothing more than to lounge about, and maybe try to test out if Cameron wants to cuddle for a bit, but I don't want to push too hard too fast. Just because he was okay with the sex stuff doesn't mean he'd be okay with that sort of affection.
I've hooked up with plenty of guys like that in the past. Closeted sluts that would beg me to stick my dick in them but would freak out if I tried to go for a kiss. I'd never do anything to make Cameron scared of me.
Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to test his boundaries. If he let me do all that to him because he was curious, well, I've got a curiosity of my own to satisfy too.
"I'm getting you a washcloth," I say over my shoulder before I disappear into the bathroom. I fetch a clean one and run it under warm water before I return to the bedroom.
Cameron's shyly covered up his lower half with one of the sheets.
"How do you feel?" I ask while sitting down on the edge of the bed and handing over the washcloth. "I imagine this was a lot for you. Do you want me to leave you alone for a while?"
"No, stay here. I'm okay," Cameron says with a small smile as he wipes up the mess on his belly. And his nipples. His tits, I called them. Shit. That might have been a step too far.
Post-nut clarity comes around to bite me in the ass. Cameron's never fooled around with a guy before and there I went feminizing him right out of the gate. Most guys I fuck like it when I talk dirty like that, but Cameron's not some anonymous hook-up.
He's special. He's Cameron.
I shouldn't have sprung that on him in the heat of the moment.
I rub the back of my neck. "Hey, I'm sorry for all that raunchy shit I said."
Cameron's blush deepens as he finishes cleaning up and tosses the dirty washcloth onto the nightstand. "No, it was…it's fine. It was kinda hot. Really hot, actually. I liked hearing you say those things. And I liked everything you did too. That was amazing."
Damn right he did. I know what I'm doing. I can't help but feel a little cocky. I lean in closer to Cameron with a grin. "So, you think you might want to do it again?"
Cameron groans and drops his face into his hands. "Yeah," he mutters into his palms.
He says something else, but he's mumbling so bad I don't catch it.
I take Cameron by the elbow and encourage him to look at me while we talk. No hiding. No lies. No bullshit. I want to hear Cameron tell me the truth and share all his worries with me.
"Say it," I gently prod him. "Tell me, Cam."
"I-I want to do this again with you," he finally admits with fawn-like eyes. "I might not be so straight, but I don't know if I'm all the way…gay?"
"You don't gotta put a label on it."
Cameron nods. "I don't want you to think I'm only using you to get off."
I know he wouldn't do that, but it's nice to hear Cameron say it. "I'm not worried about that," I reassure him.
He licks his bottom lip, a nervous tic that I'll never get tired of watching. "But I think, um, maybe I wouldn't mind being used?"
Now it's my turn to be shocked. It takes me a second to unscramble my brain and untangle my tongue so I can force words out of my mouth. "What do you mean?"
"All that stuff you said. About hot twinks and other guys using me."
I shrug my shoulders and try to play it off casually. "I was super horny, Cam. It was just dirty talk. I wouldn't really do anything like that to you."
Not unless he was into it.
"Yeah, but what if I wanted you to?" Cameron asks, his voice laced with hesitation but his eyes full of hope.
Fuck. He's into it.
"You'd want that?" I can't hide my knowing smirk. "You'd be cool with being my hot twink for a night?"
Cameron takes a deep breath and nods his head. He's still looking at me, but he's staring at my chin instead of into my eyes. And he's blushing harder than ever. That spread of pink across his skin crawls down to his neck. "Y-yeah."
"You do understand what that'd mean, right?" I have to make sure Cameron understands in black-and-white terms what he's signing up to do. "It means me and another guy would fuck you. Are you sure you want your first time doing anal to be like that? We don't gotta rush. We can take it slow."
No need to go diving into the deep end when Cameron's barely dipped his toes into the wading pool.
"How did you do it?" he asks. "Your first time with another guy?"
"Oh, uh." I let out a quick laugh and shrug. "I lost my virginity with two guys, actually. This older couple. Met them at a club and they took me home and we fooled around. They taught me how to suck dick and I tried bottoming, but I didn't like it. Got to try out topping with one of them while the other watched and I never looked back."
"Well, I want that too." Cameron looks directly into my eyes now. He's still blushing, but his mouth is set into a determined line. "So long as you're the one to, uh, go first. I want you to be the one…topping me."
Well, I don't need to make him beg. If that's the type of experience Cameron wants for his first time, then that's what I'll give him.
"All right, Cam. Let's do it."
And I know exactly who to call to make our hot twink fantasy into reality…