Chapter Five
Andrés
I yawn, stretching my arms over my head as I glance at the clock. I laugh when I see it’s nearly dinnertime.
One day, I’ll learn to sleep like a normal person.
Maybe.
Probably not.
I’ve always been a night owl, and after working for years in jobs that had me up at all hours of the day and night, I learned to sleep when I could. At some point, I got my days and nights reversed, and I’ve never bothered to reset my sleep schedule.
My phone dings, and I realize that’s probably what woke me up.
DANI
I have a proposition for you.
Damn it. You’re still sleeping, aren’t you?
I hate never knowing if you’re asleep or ignoring me.
ANDRéS
I would never ignore you.
DANI
Yeah, sure. Of course, that’s what you’d say.
ANDRéS
Don’t be a brat.
DANI
Why not? I’m so damn good at it.
ANDRéS
I believe you said you have a proposition for me.
You know I love it when you proposition me.
DANI
Perv.
ANDRéS
You love me.
DANI
Sometimes I wonder why.
But yes, I do have a proposition for you.
I set up a poll for my subscribers for a scene they’d like to see me do this week.
ANDRéS
…
Well, don’t leave me hanging.
DANI
Professor and students.
Yes, the plural was on purpose.
Victor already agreed to play the professor role.
ANDRéS
Of course, he did.
Who else would you have play the role?
I sigh, wanting to throw my phone across the room.
Not because I don’t want to do the scene with the two of them, but quite the opposite.
I really want to do the scene with them.
Because I’m obsessed with them.
And Jason.
And Maya.
Fuck me.
My phone dings rapidly, letting me know I’ve received more than a few messages.
DANI
Now you’re the one leaving me hanging.
Do you want to do it?
It’s okay if you don’t. I know you have your own channel.
I’m sure I can find someone else.
ANDRéS
Stop.
Of course, I want to do the scene.
You know how much your subs like it when the three of us get together.
Especially if you add Maya.
DANI
They really do, don’t they?
No Maya on this one since Vic will be in charge.
She loves her some dick, but she’s really trying to keep her channel, content, and brand completely sapphic.
ANDRéS
A shame.
DANI
I’m going to tell her you said so.
ANDRéS
Feel free. She knows how much I love fucking her.
Especially for the camera.
But back to business. When are we doing this?
DANI
Are you free on Friday?
ANDRéS
For you? Always.
DANI
Cool. Since you prefer nights, let’s say at 8:00?
ANDRéS
Sounds perfect.
DANI
I’ll see you then.
Behave.
ANDRéS
Never.
This time, I do toss away my phone as I climb out of bed and head for the bathroom. I need a shower before I can face the day, and I need to do something about my rock-hard dick.
At least that’s something easy to deal with.
I flick on the camera in my shower before turning on the water. I use the bathroom quickly before climbing into the shower. I prefer to sleep nude, so there aren’t any clothes for me to take off.
Leaning back against the wall, I run my hand over my length and let out a hiss.
As with most men, I woke up with an erection, but the conversation with Dani only made it worse.
Not only had I been imagining the scene I’ll be doing with Dani and Victor, but I’d been recalling the last time I shared a bed with Maya and Dani for the cameras—although I hadn’t been inside Maya until after we stopped filming.
Plus, the last time I’d shared one with Victor and Jason without cameras.
Flashes of memories move behind my eyes, easy to recall in vivid detail as I stroke myself. It’s kind of sad the number of times I’ve gotten off to memories of the four of them. It’s just about the only way I can get my dick hard for my sessions.
I groan, squeezing the base of my cock as my eyes open.
I don’t look at the camera, pretending it’s not there as I work myself up.
For my channel, I play up the voyeur kink.
Let my subs watch me as if I don’t know they’re there.
It means I record myself at home just as much as I record at the warehouse.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt, picking up the pace as I pull up a picture in my memory of Dani and Maya as they kissed, fingers between each other’s legs while I stroked my cock much like I am right now.
Another of Jason swallowing down Victor’s cock and sucking him dry before pulling me into his hot mouth.
“Yes,” I hiss, cum splattering the wall of the shower as I empty myself.
My head rests against the wall as I catch my breath, then I flip off the camera. My subs like to watch me get off—not doing mundane tasks like showering.
Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed in a pair of sweatpants as I open the fridge. There aren’t many options inside it, and I realize I need to go grocery shopping—something I hate.
Instead, I pull out my phone and order Chinese before moving to my laptop so I can upload my video. It’ll be a pleasant surprise for them. It’s been a while since I did something other than a live.
Done with that, I settle onto the couch to wait for my breakfast.
I don’t bother turning on the TV, needing to center myself before I do anything.
Being a camboy isn’t what I ever expected to do with my life. But here I am at twenty-seven, living my best life and getting off for random strangers on the internet.
After getting into some trouble in my teens, I ended up in juvie. I was released on my eighteenth birthday, and my family wanted nothing to do with me. I didn’t have many options, so I joined the military and spent four years serving my country.
I hated every minute of it, but it kept me on my feet.
When I got out, I ended up working a lot of odd jobs—security, serving food, bartending. For two years, I worked at least three jobs at a time to be able to keep a roof over my head. It sucked, but I did what I had to do.
It kind of feels like that’s what most of my life was—doing what I had to do to survive. At least until I was introduced to camming.
I was working at a strip club at the time, and it was the last night for one of the girls.
I overheard her telling some of the others how she makes more camming with less work than she did stripping.
When I asked her about it, her eyes roved over me before she smirked.
She told me I’d do well—even if men don’t do as well as women.
A buff Latino man with sky-blue eyes fits the tall, dark, and handsome to a tee, and apparently, there was a need for that.
I wasn’t nearly as sure as she was, but I was exhausted and more than a little desperate. So I gave it a chance.
By that point, I had realized I was demisexual, and I wasn’t sure if that would help me or hurt me.
I started out just jerking off for the camera, and I started pulling in some money.
I was able to quit two of my jobs, and it was amazing.
It took a few years for me to be able to make enough money to have camming be my full-time job.
My channel is still mostly solo content, but I’ve had a few people on my channel, and I’ve been on a few others’ channels.
Masturbating is easy for me.
Sex? Not so much. Not when I’m not sexually aroused by someone until I get to know them and like them.
Which, of course, makes things harder because feelings in our industry can quickly lead to heartbreak.
Something I learned quickly after being with a woman on her channel and falling in love with her.
She’d laughed at me when I told her that before telling me she wouldn’t need me on her channel anymore.
It wasn’t a high point in my life.
But being a camboy has helped me discover a lot about myself, my sexuality, and my preferences.
It wasn’t until I met Victor and Jason, becoming friends with them, that I realized I was bisexual. I’ve never been with any other men but the two of them.
Hell, I’ve been sleeping with them on and off for years, falling harder and harder for them. Not that I’ve told them that.
I know they’re polyamorous, but they’ve never given any indication that they want anything more than an occasional third in the bedroom from me. Honestly, it breaks my heart, but I’d rather have them in some capacity than in none.
The same can be said about Dani and Maya—especially Maya. Dani is so open about her sexuality, and I’ve probably been in more videos with her than anyone else. It’s hard not to love her for how open she is about herself.
But Maya likes to hide who she really is from the people she sleeps with, except maybe with Dani.
Maya and I were friends long before we slept together, and she used to confide in me about everything. That changed the first time we slept together, and no matter how many times I’ve tried to repair our friendship, she’s having none of it.
So, yeah. My love life is more than a little complicated.
It might be less so if I were to tell any of them how I feel about them, but then I remember Natasha, and I just can’t do it.
No, it’s safer to keep things “friendly” with them, sleeping with them when I can. Imagining them in my head when I get myself off when I can’t.
Fuck, I’m pathetic.
Luckily, there’s a knock at my door that pulls me from my downward spiral. I grab the food from the delivery person and make myself a plate.
I have a few days to prepare myself for the scene I’m going to shoot with Dani and Victor. I’ll make sure I have my act together before then.