6. Basher
BASHER
It was just after four a.m. when Basher finally made it home. The rest of the night had been uneventful. Just your standard drunk idiots being way too loud and making a mess of everything around them.
Basher didn’t mind. He was used to being around messy drunks his whole life. There was something about the biker life that attracted the wild and crazy.
Women threw themselves at any man with tattoos and a half-hard dick. Men bought women drinks, hoping to loosen them up and lower their standards and moral compasses.
If his calculations were correct, he had witnessed three lap dances, two under-the-table hand jobs, six full-on grabs of boobs, and two separate instances of couples fucking behind the bar.
One of them was Lucas and Caden. Apparently, those two were notorious for fucking in public—or so Niko claimed.
After pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it onto the floor—he still had to buy that fuckin’ hamper—then unbuckled his jeans as he headed into the en suite bathroom to shower.
He was hot, sweaty, and horny as fuck.
Since getting out of jail, he had yet to get his dick wet. That was going to have to change… very soon. He couldn’t go much longer without getting any. His balls were heavy, and his dick craved some attention.
After taking a quick shower, he grabbed the lube from his nightstand and the tablet from his bag. Propping the tablet on his naked thighs, he began scrolling through the guys online, searching for someone new. Someone sweet and sexy and kind of like…
His breath caught in his chest. Staring back at him were the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen—well, only ever seen standing behind a dingy bar, serving beers to drunken bikers.
Was that…?
Basher clicked on the profile picture, then zoomed in to get a better look.
Holy fuck! It was Cameron!
Well, J?gerboy25, to be exact. The profile said he was twenty-five, lived in Texas, and worked at his campus bar. The info might not be right, but the pictures were definitely of Cameron. He could recognize that mischievous smirk and those gorgeous fucking eyes of his anywhere.
Cameron did porn?
He didn’t seem like the type of guy to exchange sex for money, but who really knew? People lived double lives all the time.
Or perhaps it was someone catfishing him, using Cameron’s pictures as their profile?
Basher quickly flipped through the teaser images and decided he needed to “investigate” further. Clicking on the subscribe button, he watched as his credit card was charged and unrestricted access to the profile was granted.
He immediately scrolled to the videos section and glanced through the list of content J?gerboy25 had posted.
His dick began to thicken.
After clicking on a video that looked promising from its title, he propped the tablet up on a pillow and reached for the bottle of lube beside his thigh.
The screen filled with Cameron’s smiling face, welcoming his viewers to another one of his videos.
Yup, it was definitely Cameron posting the videos.
Drizzling some lube into his hand, he began slowly pulling on his cock as he stared at the smiling bartender introducing his scene partner.
The guy joining Cameron on camera was older—perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, tall and muscular, with a jawline that could cut glass.
He wondered whether Cameron was into older guys or if this was just a one-off scene partner he’d chosen. He’d have to scan the rest of the videos later to confirm his suspicions.
Slowly unbuttoning the man’s jeans, the object of Basher’s obsession over the last few days dropped to his knees and pulled out the man’s thick cock.
Fuck, Cameron looked stunning on his knees, his lips glistening with a thin sheen of saliva, mouth open and ready to accept the meat that was about to be given to him.
Basher adjusted himself on the bed, wanting to get more comfortable for what was about to be a very hot video.
With his cock hardening in his hand, he watched as Cameron began sucking the guy’s cock on-screen.
Jesus, the boy knew what he was doing. He worked the guy’s dick slow at first, then fast, then shallow, then deep, pulling from the man such sinful moans. Basher was beginning to get jealous.
It was a weird storm of emotions.
He was extremely turned on watching Cameron suck dick, but he was also kind of jealous. He didn’t enjoy watching the object of his obsession get up close and intimate with someone who wasn’t him.
Gripping his cock hard, he stroked himself, keeping in pace with Cameron’s lips.
Fuck, he was getting close.
Suddenly, the camera panned to a shot of Cameron’s face. His gorgeous blue eyes stared into the camera as he hungrily swallowed his scene partner’s dick.
Then Cameron let out a moan.
That was enough to send Basher over the edge. His balls tightened, and his stomach muscles flexed. The next thing he knew, his stomach and chest were being covered in ropes of warm cum.
He threw his head back and continued jerking his cock until his balls were empty.
Lights flashed before his eyes as he experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life.
Falling back against the pillow behind him, he let out a huff—tired and spent. That had to be the biggest load he had ever shot. Around him, he could still hear the sinful sounds of Cameron slopping on some dude’s dick.
Fuck, that boy was in so much trouble.
Basher had found his new favorite obsession, and it came in the form of a cute, five-foot-nine bundle of sunshine, with crystal-blue eyes and a smoldering smile.
If he had his way, that bartender’s hole would never be the same.