18. Basher
BASHER
Apparently, “we’ll see” was code for “fine, let’s do this.”
It only took Basher about a week to finally give in and let Cameron film them fucking.
He still wasn’t sure about it, but he would never turn down an opportunity to stick his dick inside those gorgeous cheeks of Cameron’s.
“I think we should first start off with a blow-job scene, just me sucking you off, then build up to us fucking,” Cameron said, setting up multiple cameras and double-checking that the lighting was just right. “This way, we can tease the viewers. Make them keep coming back for more.”
“Kind of like, not giving them the whole cow on the first try?” Basher asked, lying shirtless on the bed, his jeans hanging low on his hips, teasing the sharp V that had a way of making women—and gay men—lose their minds.
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say ‘cow,’ but I think you got the gist of it. Running a cam show is all about making customers want more. If you give it all out up front, they have no reason to come back again and again.”
That made sense. Just like with cocaine, the first hit was free, then you get them hooked and wanting more.
Or tasting Cameron’s ass. Once he had a lick, he knew he was addicted and needed to have more.
So far this week, he’d eaten Cam’s ass twice and plowed his ass three times.
Cameron had insisted that they not fuck last night, using the excuse that he wanted Basher to save his load for filming. The bigger the load, the larger the tips.
Or so he claimed.
“So? Are you ready?” Cam asked, standing in front of the tripod holding the camera that would be their main shot. The others were for snippets and alternative angles to mix things up as they went.
Basher adjusted the black leather mask he insisted on wearing. There was no fucking way he was showing his face over the porn universe.
Cameron had purchased the mask at a local sex shop—yes, even he was surprised that a small town such as Baton had a sex shop tucked away between a liquor store and a video store. Yes, they had one of those as well.
The mask was leather, with gold etchings around the top and just under the eyes. It gave the mask a sort of elegance that made the shoot feel a little less… porny.
“Give me a sec,” Basher muttered, giving his cock a few tugs.
No man wanted a tiny penis, especially when flaunting it all over the internet.
Cameron gave him a smirk as he watched him play with his dick.
“What? The guy’s a little shy.”
Cameron just smiled.
When Basher was feeling good and confident, he nodded to Cameron that he was ready.
“Okay. First, I’ll introduce you to all my subscribers, then I’ll start going down on you.”
“Sounds good.”
That sounded simple enough. He had been getting blow jobs since he was sixteen. There wasn’t much to the mechanics except that now his dick was going to be broadcast to all of Cameron’s subscribers.
Nodding, Cameron turned to face the camera, hitting Record before jumping on the bed next to Basher.
Basher wrapped his arm around Cameron as he waited for him to begin the introductions.
“Hey, all my horny studs! I’ve got an extra special treat for you tonight.
I’d like to introduce you to Slayer—a handsome friend of mine who's agreed to join me in a little video this evening.” Cameron ran his hand down Basher’s naked chest until finally grabbing a handful of Basher’s bulge.
“Something tells me you’re all in for a very big treat.
” Smiling into the camera, Cameron placed a kiss on Basher’s left pec muscle.
Glancing up at the camera, Cameron smirked.
“So, if you like what you see, don’t forget to show some love and drop a tip. Hope you guys enjoy!”
With that, Cameron turned his attention back to Basher, pressing a slow trail of kisses along his neck before moving down over his chest and along his abdomen, taking his time as he worked his way lower, anticipation building with every touch.
His kisses were soft and gentle, slow and not rushed. The boy was enjoying every kiss, every touch.
The bulge between Basher’s legs thickened.
If Cameron kept up this torture, he was bound to take matters into his own hands.
Then, suddenly, this would no longer be a blow-job video, but a graphic “man just got out of prison and pounds the living daylights out of an unsuspecting twink” video.
The scene would be violent and rough, and only end once Cameron’s insides were painted with Basher’s cum.
Finally, Cameron stopped at his crotch. His cock was already painfully hard.
Cameron gave Basher one of his flirtatious smiles before turning to gaze into the camera closest to him.
“Mmm, I love a man with a big fuckin’ dick,” he said as he rubbed his hand along the length of Basher’s cock.
Perhaps he should have worn underwear. His jeans were tenting, and there was no denying that he wasn’t hard as fuck.
Popping his button, Cam used his teeth to lower the zipper—each notch bringing his cock closer to freedom.
“Fuck…” Basher groaned, cupping the back of Cameron’s head as he slowly pulled back the flap of his jeans.
Smirking, Cameron reached in and pulled out his solid cock.
One of the perks of having a really big dick was that it looked fucking delicious half tucked inside his jeans, waiting to be freed.
“Mmm, now that’s a fucking cock.” Cameron moaned, holding it proud as he licked his bottom lip.
With his knees on the mattress, Cameron began licking his cock from balls to tip.
Basher glanced up at the camera, wondering what people would see when they watched the video. Would they focus on Cameron and his delicious lips as they worked over his cock?
Or would they focus on him and his firm, muscular body?
He wasn’t a cocky man, nor did he care what others thought about his appearance.
He knew he was good-looking in that rough-and-rugged sense, but he didn’t go out of his way to make himself look pretty like some of those other gym-bunny boys.
Those boys posed in front of the mirror, pretending to take candid shots of themselves, hoping someone somewhere would validate their existence by saying they were good-looking or attractive.
Basher didn’t need that sort of validation.
The only reason he was filming this video with Cameron was that he asked. And the thought of Cameron sucking off some other dude to make content kind of irked his stomach.
When those perfect lips wrapped around the head of his cock, Basher watched as Cameron swiped his tongue around the top before diving down on it like it was a sausage and he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
“Fuck…” Basher moaned, watching as Cameron began his assault on his dick.
It didn’t take Cameron long to get a good rhythm going, stopping every so often to make sure the camera got a good shot of his dick and picked up every moan, every whimper that spilled from his lips.
Basher wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t take long for his balls to start to tighten. His shaft looked huge in Cameron’s tiny hands.
“I… I’m getting… close,” Basher choked out. Every muscle in his body tightened seconds before he finally let go, letting out a monstrous roar.
Moaning, Cameron popped his mouth off Basher’s cock, allowing Basher to shoot his load all over his face and chest.
Fuck, the whole thing was so hot—watching Cameron explode into a hot mess of ecstasy and longing, jerking Basher’s cock until every last drop was drawn out.
Once Basher’s balls were empty, Cameron turned to face the camera.
“Talk about a huge fucking load.” The boy smiled, triumph written all over his face. He reached for a small hand towel, discreetly tucked under a pillow, then began wiping his face. “Hope you all enjoyed that one.”
Hopping off the bed, Cameron made his way around the room, turning off every camera that was still recording.
Once he returned to the bed, Basher pumped his eyebrows. “Now it’s my turn to service you.”
Flopping on the bed, Cameron quickly yanked off his underwear and tossed them across the room.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to have your lips wrapped around my dick.”
Basher smirked.
“I don’t suck dick very often, so count yourself among the blessed few,” Basher said as he settled between Cameron’s spread thighs.
Sucking dick was not one of Basher’s favorite things to do when in bed with a partner. Perhaps it was psychological, but he always thought of dick-sucking as an inferior role.
He liked being dominant and in control—hence, he preferred to get his dick sucked and pound ass whenever he could.
Hell, he’d never even bottomed before in his life. Guys always went on about how good it felt and how amazing it was to have your prostate played with, but none of that ever excited him.
No. For him, being the dominant one in bed was what really got his dick hard. Most gays seemed more than happy to drop to their knees for him or lie back and spread their legs.
Finding a “total top” was like finding a unicorn out in the wild.
But with Cameron, he actually wanted to know what he tasted like.
Spreading his thighs apart, Basher began by licking his balls, being sure to give each testicle the attention it deserved.
A sinful moan escaped Cameron’s glistening lips.
The boy smelled like vanilla and jasmine, such a deliciously sweet combination.
“Your tongue feels amazing,” Cameron whispered, running his fingers along Basher’s buzzed head.
The boy began to giggle.
“What?” Basher asked, suddenly concerned he might be doing something wrong.
“Nothing. Your beard is just tickling my thighs.”
Smirking, he grabbed the base of Cameron’s cock and began licking it from root to tip.
While sucking dick wasn’t his favorite thing to do to a guy, he did love the way he was able to make Cameron moan and twitch with pleasure.
Finally, once Basher figured he had tortured Cameron enough, he dove down on his dick, taking it all the way to the back of his throat.
Cameron gasped, grabbing the back of Basher’s head and driving his hips upward with such force that Basher almost gagged.
Grabbing a handful of ass cheek, Basher continued to suck while jerking Cameron’s dick with his other hand.
The boy’s breathing was getting erratic and heavy. Glancing up, Basher couldn’t believe how gorgeous he looked, all blissed out and ready to explode.
“Oh fuck. Like that. Oh shit. I’m coming!” Cameron gasped, arching his hips and suddenly shooting his load down Basher’s throat.
Basher didn’t move his mouth. Instead, he chose to swallow every last drop. It was Cam, the sweet, cheery bartender who made homemade porn. None of his cum was to be wasted.