For The Fans

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loveuNOT: dont know how I ended up on my knees with my mouth open but I did

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I’m uncomfortable.

I mean like really, very wildly uncomfortable as I click on the video attachment, my stomach going full Twister at the notion of what I’m about to see.

A video of me having sex… with a man.

More specifically, a video of me losing my butt virginity to my stepbrother… For money.

I’m still not sure this is even real. I might be wandering lost in some warped other dimension.

Goddamnit… Now I’m starting to sound like him too. I knew this was a bad idea.

The video begins to play, and my heart is lurching up my throat, my eyes widening as the formerly empty bed is suddenly filled by me and Avi. We start kissing, and he’s touching me, and I’m forcing myself not to squirm in discomfort here and now, because I need to watch this. You know, to make sure it’s up to my standards.

Regardless, the video is overwhelming enough that I’m contemplating turning it off. I mean… look at us. What are we doing??

Look at the way his hands are tracing the curves of my muscles… Look at the way mine are doing the same to his… It’s as baffling as it is concerning, because we don’t even look like us right now. We look like two totally different people.

Two people I don’t know… Two people who appear very, very into each other.

The video gets going, with Avi’s mouth on me and my fingers slicked with lube, and I can’t stop fidgeting because my dick is currently filling between my legs and I don’t want it to.

I’ve never watched gay porn before. I’ve watched straight porn, sure, but even in the homemade videos on Pornhub, I don’t remember seeing anything so sensual, while also dirty, sordid, and real.

He has my back arching off the bed. Lips shivering. Eyes rolling back in my skull. I mean, when does that ever happen??

The only reason I even know this is me in this video is because, unfortunately, I can still feel him tearing into me; stretching my body to fit him like a glove, his pelvis grinding on my balls, sinking so deep inside, I swear I could feel him touching my tonsils.

It’s been days since it happened, and I feel him everywhere. Which is not a good thing. Because it’s supposed to just be business; a job that I’m doing strictly for the cash. But I don’t know anyone in the world who loves their job that much…

With some stranger who looks like me crumbling to orgasm on the screen, I slap my laptop shut with a huff. “Fuck it.” I reach down and adjust my dick, which is trying to burst out of my pants.

The video is fine. Its only factors of humiliation lie within the details no one knows… That I’m not gay, and the dude who came in my ass is my stepbrother and my least favorite person on the planet.

The fans will like it. Chemistry on point…

Reaching deep within myself for all the denial I can muster, I pick up my phone and text Avi.

Me: Post it.

He texts back after only a few seconds.

Avi: *thumbs up emoji*

Avi: It’ll just take me a few minutes for edits, then it’ll be available for PPV

Avi: Gotta fuzz out you screaming my name 😛

Ugh.

Me: Cool.

Avi: Have you given any more thought to what we talked about?

I roll my eyes at the phone screen.

Avi called me yesterday to talk logistics. Actually, he called me four times in a row, because the first three times I ignored his calls. But he wore me down, as is apparently very easy for him to do, a fact that I don’t understand or want to think about.

He insisted that I create an anonymous Twitter account to help promote the OnlyFans collaborations. Naturally, I said no at first. But I’m learning that he can be awfully demanding, and for some unknown reason, I constantly find myself bending to him.

I’m telling myself it’s just about the money… But lying in bed at night, over the past few weeks since we started this little venture, the hidden thoughts creep to the surface.

Something about him taking control settles me, on a deep, emotional level I’m not at all equipped to deal with, let alone make space in my mind for Avi to be the person sitting next to me on this plane as it spirals in a downward trajectory, headed straight for impending doom.

In the interest of getting him off my back—figuratively, I guess… God, help me—I pull up Twitter on my phone and whip together a quick profile. I have a Twitter account, but I never use it. I only made it because of the hype when the app first started, before I realized everyone on there was pretty… obnoxious. But I guess it’s the best place to promote online sex work, because of the lack of censorship.

There’s a porn side of Twitter I never knew about until Avi showed me his account. The kind of stuff that would make Mark Zuckerberg wet his tighty-whities.

Apparently, Elon Musk has a different set of guidelines.

Anyway, this is a new account, specifically for this purpose. No faces. I’m just using a shirtless selfie as a profile picture.

And despite how little I want to do this, my lips curl into a satisfied smirk as I choose my username.

Not_Your_Baby.

Take that, Backwardz_Cap, you smug bastard.

I follow Avi, and before I can even send him my handle, he texts me.

Avi: Really?

Avi: Not_Your_Baby…

My grin is nearly breaking my face, toes wiggling triumphantly. Until only a minute later, he sends me a picture. And my face falls.

It’s a GIF… of us fucking. He actually made a GIF from our video, of the exact moment when his dick makes me come, and my toes are curling in the socks I apparently forgot to take off. And the text caption on the GIF reads, Sure looks like you’re my baby.

I delete the message fast. Not like it matters, because if anyone got ahold of my phone, there’s enough incriminating stuff in here to put my whole shameful side hustle on blast.

Me: Fuck off

He sends it again.

Goddamnit! I delete it again.

But he just keeps sending them, and now I’m scrambling to delete these ridiculous GIF messages as fast as he’s sending them, seething while I do.

Thank God Guty is at the gym right now. The last thing I need is him peeking over my shoulder and seeing this shit.

Me: Alright ENOUGH!

Avi: hehe

Me: Cut the shit and tell me what you want me to do with this stupid fucking account

Avi: I’m uploading the video to OF now. Then I’m gonna tweet a teaser that you can retweet.

Me: Fine.

Avi: So… should I plan on seeing you tonight for more… business?

My stomach bunches up just from reading the words on the screen. It’s almost like I can hear him saying them out loud, and it’s twisting me into a knot.

I hate knots. Straight lines are all I need to concern myself with.

Me: No.

Avi: *pouty face emoji* Why not?

Me: Because I’m leaving for Arizona in the morning and I don’t have time to deal with you

Avi: But wouldn’t you be so much less stressed about the playoffs if you got some more of this dick that makes you come cross-eyed?

A tiny, completely ludicrous noise comes flying out of my throat willy nilly, and I bite my lip. Clenching my teeth together, I shift over the buzzing in my balls and angrily type out a message.

Me: Fuck off Avi. The only thing I need from you is money. Got it??

He doesn’t reply for a full minute. And when he finally does, it’s just a GIF of Oscar the Grouch popping out of his trash can.

Rolling my eyes, I stuff my phone away, getting up and stomping into my room for my gym bag. There’s too much nonsense piling up in my head, too much irritation and confusion I refuse to think about fizzling in my veins.

I need to go work out. Get my head back on football and nothing else.

After all, none of this other bullshit means anything if I don’t win these games, and help my team bring home a championship.

Leaving my dorm, I brave the frigid air of December, walking over to Fish Field House. It’s the building where all of our training and practice goes down. The gym in here is pretty decent. Sometimes we’ll use the rec center, but being that we’re in the middle of playoffs and leaving for an away game in the morning, I’m sure most of my teammates will be here.

Popping in my earbuds and grabbing my water bottle, I lock my stuff up in one of the lockers and head into the gym. Just like I thought, a lot of the guys are here right now, and they nod at me upon my entrance. Some of them shout things my way, but we don’t engage in any conversation. I think they can tell by my demeanor that I’m not in the mood for chitchat, which is a good thing.

Getting set up on one of the leg machines, I glance around the open space. I don’t see Theo or Guty anywhere, which is weird because I thought they said they were coming down. Maybe they’re swimming…

My playlist pumps steady beats in my ears, and I breathe through the weight, zoning out and focusing on the burn. I do this for a while, moving around the room to different leg machines, because it’s leg day. Then I make my way over to the big wall mirror, staring at myself for a few seconds before I grab a medicine ball.

I’m bending at the waist, doing squats and watching the way my muscles flex and glisten, the strength pushing through the pain, when something moves in my peripheral. I stop to brush an errant strand of hair from my face, my eyes locking on a mystery form who just walked into the room.

I didn’t catch his face because he’s weaving in between machines, but he’s wearing gray sweatpants and a tank top, the way a certain someone is always dressed when I visit him in his dorm.

Shaking that away, I suck in a breath, preparing to go down again as my eyes narrow at the dude’s tattoos on his arm… The olive complexion of his skin.

Oh, no fucking way…

The guy steps aside, revealing a backwards Yankees cap covering a wild mane of dark hair, and a wicked grin.

I drop the medicine ball with a thud. “Fuck…” I grumble, having just narrowly avoided crushing my foot.

But I can’t even think about that right now. Because Avi is here, in my gym, entering my personal space.

He starts speaking, but my music is too loud and I can’t hear him. Pausing the track, I glare at him, jaw straining from the aggravation of seeing him in a place that’s supposed to be a safe haven from his bullshit.

“What the fuck are you doing here??” I hiss, my eyes flinging around to make sure no one’s watching us. Of course they are.

All eyes are on us right now.

“You know, I’ve never been in here before?” Avi sighs, his head pivoting around as he takes in the gym. Then his eyebrow cocks. “The rec center is way nicer…”

“Shut up,” I bark, and his face slowly tilts in my direction, gaze narrowing. “This place is for athletes only. How’d you even get in here anyway?”

“I’m part of the team.” He shrugs casually, smirk widening into a shit-eating grin that makes me want to punch him.

“No… you’re not,” I rumble firmly. “You’re the mascot. Mascots don’t do anything.”

He scoffs. “You think those dance moves just happen??”

Raking my fingers through my sweat-dampened hair, I close my eyes and take a breath, trying to calm the hell down before I blow a gasket. “Avi… You need to leave. You have no business being here.” I pin him with a look. “Do you even work out?? I’ve never seen it happen in all the years I’ve known you…”

“Yes, I work out.” He rolls his eyes petulantly. “I just don’t make a habit of doing it in front of other people like I have something to prove.” His lips curl. “Or standing in front of a mirror so I can stare at myself while I lift.”

My fists tighten at my sides. “I’m not lifting… I’m doing squats.”

“Ooh,” he hums quietly. “Sounds like it might be fun to watch.”

“Fuck. Off,” I growl in his face, stepping closer to get my point across. “I need you to leave right now before I pummel your face like a speed bag.”

His head tilts, displaying just how unaffected he is by my threats. It fucking enrages me, because the truth of the matter is… Can you really be intimidated by someone who’s willfully taken your load in their ass?

A harsh shiver runs through me at the thought, but I force myself to push past it. That is irrelevant. Avi’s never been afraid of me or my threats. Us fucking has zero to do with it.

It is, however, making it even more difficult to be around him than usual. I just can’t stop remembering that video… The way it looked when those two people snapped their bodies together, like missing puzzle pieces.

The way I can still feel his quivers and quakes as he moved inside me…

The look on his face when I kissed him on the jaw.

This entire endeavor has become so horribly complicated, because I hate this person. I swear I do, yet now, I have all these memories of doing things with him that I… really didn’t hate.

I’ve gotta get him out of here. There’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate with him around.

“Please, Avi…” I whisper through gritted teeth. “Just go.”

“I can’t go,” he sighs, tapping his hand on my hip as he turns away. “It’s leg day.”

He shoots me a wink, and I’m fucking fuming. I think I’m actually turning the color of a tomato from rage.

Using my best skills in distraction and avoidance, I go back to my workout, though the whole time, I’m acutely aware of his presence in the room. And I feel like everyone else is also staring at him, wondering why the hell he’s here, which is just stressing me out even more.

I manage to make it through my next few sets, but I can feel Avi the way you can feel a storm in your bones; a persistent ache that just won’t go away. My eyes keep slinking over to him against my will, watching him use the same machines I’d been using, at the same weight and doing so without a visible ounce of struggle.

I don’t understand how he’s possibly in such good shape. It doesn’t make any sense. Why does he need to have a body like that anyway?? He doesn’t do anything.

The only parts of his body he uses are his hands for drawing and rolling joints, and his giant mouth for talking shit.

And I guess his dick for… Well, yea.

There’s no hope of focusing on anything while my idiot stepbrother is around. Especially when he prances over to my side of the room and starts doing deadlifts only a few feet from where I’m stretching.

“Your form is off,” I grumble, and he peeks at me, frowning. I roll my eyes and step over to him, placing a hand on his lower back. “You need to straighten your spine, or you’ll hurt yourself.”

Avi gives me one of his doe-eyed looks he sometimes gets when he’s confused. It makes him look like a cartoon character, settling a strange sensation in my gut that I’m choosing to interpret as irritation.

Keeping my hand on his back, I tell him, “Here. Try it again.”

He does so, bending his knees while I bend a bit to keep my hand in place. When he comes back up, I nod.

“A little better.” I smirk. “I felt you shaking… That too much weight for you to handle?”

He blinks at me and licks his lip. “I don’t think that was why…”

My brows furrow together, and it finally dawns on me that I’m touching him. I whip my hand away quick, stepping back. “Just… be careful. You could fuck your back up if you don’t do it right.”

Avi’s lips twitch at the corner. “Are you saying you… don’t want me to get hurt?”

I squint and scowl. “I don’t care.”

He inches closer to me. “I think you do…”

“If you wanna get hurt, dumbass, I can make that happen,” I snarl at him, and he chuckles.

“There’s the Kyran we all know and love.” He winks.

Ugh. He’s so obnoxious.

I feel like my cheeks are flushing, and I’m not sure why. My eyes dip briefly over the loose tank top he’s wearing, which exposes the muscles in his sides… Sprinkled with ink. Glistening with a little sweat. His gray sweats are resting low on his hips, fitted enough that I can make out the slope of his ass…

I remember holding on to it… How round and firm it was in my hands.

My throat is suddenly bone-dry, a nauseated feeling wiggling around inside me.

Spinning away from him quickly, I grunt, “I’m outta here.”

“Wait,” he calls, and I reluctantly pause, peeking at him over my shoulder. He drops the dumbbell and hops over to me. “You wanna spot me?”

“No,” I huff, ignoring the fact that I can smell him; that goddamn familiar scent I can’t identify.

He inches in even closer and whispers, “Don’t be a baby.”

It’s too warm. I gotta get out of here.

“Fuck off…” I mumble again, stomping away and clinging to the hostility as I leave the gym…

With the distinct feeling of his eyes on my ass.

I’m exhausted, but I’m flying high.

We’re in Arizona and we just won another playoff game. Kicked the crap out of the Wildcats, thirty-two to fourteen, then went out to dinner and celebrated as a team, getting rowdy and annoying everyone else in the restaurant.

Not kidding. The people of Tucson weren’t exactly thrilled about us New Englanders showing up and crushing their team.

But we don’t care. We’re killing it this season, and it feels like nothing can stop us. Which is why when Guty and Theo begged me to come party in Theo’s room with the rest of the team and a bunch of girls, I was actually considering it—even though Coach strictly warned us against getting wild tonight.

But then the rational part of me insisted on going back to my room to get some rest. We have a seven a.m. flight back to Boston and I’d really like not to be hungover for it.

I’m sharing a room with Guty, and since he’s up the hall causing mayhem, I have the room to myself, which is perfect. I just want to turn the TV on at low volume and let it lull me to sleep. I’m sure it won’t take long, because my body is aching and my mind is tired as hell.

Stripping down to my boxers, I crawl into the insanely comfy hotel bed, flipping channels until I settled on reruns of The Office. I plug my phone in to charge on the nightstand, setting two alarms to make sure I don’t oversleep. That’s when I spot a new text.

Avi: Congrats, superstar. Awesome game tonight.

Choosing to be polite, I type out a quick reply.

Me: Thanks

He reads it the second I hit send, and I can’t help the way my lips curl smugly at the idea that he was waiting for me to respond. His typing bubbles pop up, and I wait patiently for whatever nonsense he’s about to say.

Avi: So I guess you can still win games even without your good luck charm around…

Avi: (Me)

My smile grows, and even a little chuckle erupts from my lips before I recognize what I’m doing and crush it to send him a response.

Me: It was definitely easier to concentrate without your annoying ass popping and locking on the sidelines

Avi: I knew you were watching my performance

I scoff out loud.

Me: Performance?? *accusatory eyebrow-lifted emoji*

Avi: Uh yea. Baldwin the Eagle gets funky

Me: You’re an idiot

Avi: So what are you doing?

I squint at the screen.

Me: I’m going to bed… Why? What are you doing?

Avi: Also going to bed.

Avi: So it’s kinda like we’re… going to bed together 😉

Me: No. It’s not.

Me: And isn’t it like 10pm there?? Why are you going to bed so early…

Avi: Ok you caught me. I’m in bed because I’m playing with my dick…

I swallow, shifting under the covers as a frisson of unwanted excitement tickles my gut.

Avi: You wanna see?

Me: No.

But of course, because he’s Avi, that doesn’t stop him.

Only a second later, a picture of his dick pops up on my screen. And like a reflex, I slap my phone screen down on my stomach.

Shaking my head, I mutter, “Dumbass,” to no one, preparing to put my phone away and go to bed. But then, against my will, my hand slowly flips my phone back up, and I bite my lip. Just a quick peek…

The dick on the screen is hard, and long, and the one I’ve come to know as Avi’s. His hand is curled around it, thumb teasing the thick exposed crown.

Avi: Now your turn

Me: I’m not doing this with you

Avi: *three pouty face emojis*

Me: Avi…

Avi: Are you alone?

Me: Yes…

Avi: Then be a good boy and take your cock out for me

A chill runs over my flesh, the thump in my nuts reminding me of how many days it’s been since I came. And then my mind slithers back to the memory of the last time I came… And what was happening to me when it occurred.

I bite my lip, my dick already stiffening up good from remembering. But I force myself to stand firm and reply.

Me: That doesn’t work if we’re not filming, dickwad.

Avi: Who says I can’t upload this stuff for the fans?

Avi: It’ll be even better if you send me a video…

I’m desperate to fight against the urge to obey him when another message pops up.

Avi: Please, baby? I’ve been thinking about your ass all day… I’m fucking dripping for it

Grumbling to myself, I run my free hand down to my cock, playing with it over my boxers as my eyes fall shut. Why am I even entertaining this?? Why are my balls all tingly from that one stupid message?

I can’t figure it out, because it doesn’t make sense. But even though I know I shouldn’t, I slip my boxers down and snap a picture of my dick.

Just one. To shut him up.

Avi responds seconds after he gets it.

Avi: God your dick looks good

Chewing on my lower lip some more, I type out…

Me: Really?

Avi: Yea. It’s so big…

My breathing is picking up, my body weighted and sinking me deeper into this rabbit hole as I slowly type the words…

Me: Yours is big too

Avi: I know. Wanna rub em together?

I find myself nodding without even realizing it, fisting my cock and stroking in gradual pumps. I just need to come, that’s all. It’s just an orgasm, it doesn’t matter where it comes from…

Avi: You want me to play with your pretty cock with my tongue?

Me: Yea… I like when you do that

Avi: You do… I know it cuz you give me little pulses of cum to suck out

“Fuck…” My head tips back and my eyes close, hand kneading up and down while I imagine him doing it… Toying with my cock between those soft, pouty lips.

I can’t believe I’m doing this… It’s so stupid and it’s not part of the plan. Plus, Guty could walk in here any minute.

But then that thought swells my cock even thicker in my palm.

Avi: Record yourself

My hands are shaky from the adrenaline and the pent-up secret lust as I heed his command and press record, capturing myself jerking my dick. It’s only a few seconds, but when I send it, he goes silent for a full minute.

Avi: That is so goddamn hot

He likes it…

Me: Do you wish I was there?

Avi: Yea… I want you in this bed with me so bad

My inherent need to fight this is fading fast, becoming nothing but background noise to the overwhelming bellows of desire.

Me: What would you do?

Avi: I would tease your cock with my mouth

“Mmmm…” I’m burning up in the bed, my skin hot and flushed. Fist pumping harder on my erection, I graze the head with my fingers, wishing like hell it was his tongue.

Avi: Then I would kneel over your shoulders and feed you mine, one inch at a time

Before I can even think of what to say to that, he sends me a video. When I press play, my wide eyes immediately stick to the screen, marveling at the recording of his dick up close, long fingers playing with it before sliding down to fondle his nuts.

Avi: Open wide for me baby

Avi: I want you sucking on my balls… licking my ass

A shivering groan escapes me while I picture it… Sitting astride my shoulders, dragging the wet head of his cock all over my lips. Riding my face…

Avi: I’m FaceTiming you. Right now.

A sudden jolt of fear and humiliation stiffens my muscles.

Me: No. Don’t do that.

Avi: Answer the fucking call, Kyran. I need to see you.

Something weird thumps in my chest, and I don’t even have time to freak out over it because my phone is now ringing with an incoming video call. Sitting up on my elbows, I frantically brush my hair back, jittering nervously as I swipe to answer.

“Hi.” His head slants, and my teeth clench, holding on to my forced scowl for dear life.

“What do you want…?” I grumble, cheeks heating beneath his gaze over the phone screen.

His eyes are sliding down, assessing the fact that I appear naked, though that part should be obvious based on what we were just doing. He looks like he’s naked too, and I can’t seem to remove my other hand from where it’s leisurely running up and down my dick.

“I want to make you come,” he whispers, then bites his lip. “From thousands of miles away.”

I’m really forcing myself to appear annoyed by him, but there’s something about being under his gaze that makes me feel like I’m being seared by a laser beam of forbidden arousal.

“That’s good… Keep giving me that look.” His dark lashes flutter while his other arm moves. I think he’s stroking his cock the same way I am.

“What look?” I growl, tilting my head as the phone angles down a bit and I catch a peek of his abs.

“The Kyran signature scowl mixed with your fuck-me eyes.” He grins lazily. “It’s my favorite look.”

“Stop talking,” I hiss, dropping my head back while I fuck my fist harder, the frustration he brings with our every interaction working me up into a frenzy of confusing need.

“But I need to tell you something…” he whispers, and my eyes creep open, locking on his gray irises, darkened by the lack of light in his bedroom.

“Tell me then,” I mumble.

“I wanna eat your ass, baby,” he hums, and my balls throb, hard. Before I can even scold him about the baby thing, he goes on. “I’ve been thinking about it since the last time… I wanna lick you until you’re crying for me, and then I wanna stuff my cock deep inside you.”

“Ffuck…” I whimper, clamping at his words and the way he’s rumbling them at me through the phone.

“Show me your ass, Ky,” he demands.

“B-but you’re not… recording.” My body is hurdling the hesitations my mind won’t stop tossing up like roadblocks.

It’s supposed to be work… We’re not supposed to…

“Yes, I am.” He interrupts my frantic obsessing, aiming the phone toward his video camera. “I’m recording this special phone sex video for our fans. Now, give us all what we want, superstar.”

Oh… Well, in that case…

Sitting up, I gaze around the room. “I might not have long… What if my roommate comes back?”

Avi shrugs. “Even more forbidden, then.” He grins. “Imagine you, bent over in bed in your hotel room, teasing us with your perfect ass when someone could walk in any minute…”

I can’t deny that my dick is leaking at the thought. So I roll over onto all fours, giving up the fight and giving in to my apparent unwavering need to get off in the most illicit ways possible.

Propping my phone up against a pillow, I turn to give him a full view of my ass from behind while my face heats like an oven at how slutty I must look right now.

But then I hear Avi purr; a sexy, growly little groan of appreciation that turns the wanton thrill way up.

“Look at that ass… Fucking perfection,” he hums. “Tease your hole for me, gorgeous. Show me what I’m missing.”

Reaching behind myself, I swipe a shaky finger up and down over my rim, my eyes falling shut at the sound of his breathing growing heavier over the phone.

“You wanna fuck me, don’t you?” I whisper, pressing my fingertip into my hole, just a little. It’s not lubed or anything, but the feeling of it, desperate to get inside, has my hips moving, chasing friction on my aching cock.

“If I could fly there right now just to fuck you, I would,” he grumbles, and my chest tightens, stomach clenching.

“H-how would you do it?” I stammer out the words, pulse pinging as my body coils.

“I would come up behind you,” Avi growls. “Stuff your face into the mattress, and slide every inch of my rock-hard dick into you. In one… long… thrust.”

Moans are fleeing my lips faster than I can attempt to control them. “Fast or slow?”

“Slow… at first,” he whispers. “But just being inside that warm, tight spot would have me riding you, rough and deep.”

My face drops down into the comforter, ass up while I plunge my finger in, ignoring the burn of penetration with no lube. I’m just… needing it. I don’t understand it at all, but I need to be filled, the desire so strong it’s almost primal.

“Give me your cock…” I gasp and pant. “God, I fucking want it so bad.”

“Baby, turn around,” Avi pleads in a hoarse tone. “Show me your body. I want to look at how beautiful you are.”

I don’t even remember where I am. I’m buzzing so fiercely on this craving, it’s like I’m acting on total impulse. Flipping around, I grab the phone, lying down on my back while I angle the camera down over my body.

“Spread your legs,” he commands. And I do, parting them wide and lifting my hips a bit to give him a view of my balls and my ass. “So, so good… All those places for my tongue to explore.”

Grasping onto my cock, I work up to stroking again, writhing up to my hand while he breathes and growls and fucks his fist.

“Wet your finger this time.”

Slipping my index and middle fingers into my mouth, I suck them sloppily, pulling them out and dragging them down my chest. I flick over my nipples, the sensation zapping me in the groin as my fingers trail lower, between my legs.

“I know you’re missing my cock right now…” he hums. “Wishing I was there to fuck you full. But you’ll have to make due with your fingers, okay?”

Chomping down on my lip, I nod fast, stuffing both fingers between my cheeks. I don’t even care about pain or discomfort at this point… I’m fucking throbbing deep in my core and I need relief. So I push my fingers inside myself, forcing my ass to relax enough to take them at once.

Angling the camera, I let Avi watch as they stretch me, sliding in as deep as I can get them. It’s so frustratingly good, the sensation of being entered while also knowing it’s nowhere near as deep, or wide, as it was last time. When it was his dick.

“Pump them for me, baby.” His voice is uneven, raspy and hushed. I love the sound of it… It means he’s turned on as fuck and about to come. Just from watching me… This must be the way the fans feel. “Fuck that tiny hole with your fingers the way I’d do it with my big dick…”

“Uhhhfuck… Fuck me. I want you to fuck me… harder.” I’m not even aware of what I’m saying, I’m just rutting my hips against my hand while my cock flinches and swells on my abs.

Lifting the phone and prying my eyes open enough to take a peek at Avi, I find him chewing on his bottom lip, eyes glued to what I’m doing while his hand works furiously on his dick.

“I’m fucking you harder, baby,” he gasps, and I groan, slamming my fingers into my ass over and over. “Fuck yea… Feel this dick.”

“Come for me,” I whisper, lighting up when my fingers brush my prostate. “I wanna w-watch you… come.”

“I’m right there,” he grunts. “I’m so close…”

“Me, too.”

I’m focused on is his face. The way he’s struggling to keep his eyes open, to watch what I’m doing…

Legs wide open, hand punishing my ass… Dick leaking all over my abs without a single touch. He looks drunk on it, and so am I. All I want in the world is to come right now…

To come with him. For the fans… and for him.

Avi lets out a choked gasp. “Baby, I’m coming…”

“Come inside me,” I sob, as quietly as I can while my climax rushes to the surface.

“Ohhfuck, I’m coming in you.” He angles the camera at his dick, his hand milking out stream after stream of cum all over his abs. “You feel me pulsing in you, baby?”

“Yea, yes,” I groan as my dick shoots off, ass clenching so tight on my fingers, I can barely move them. “Fuck yea, oh my God…”

Cum sprays from my cock, all the way up to my chest, decorating me while I flutter and fight for breath. Another hands-free orgasm… What. The. Fuck.

I’m buzzing for far too long, just lying here drenched in cum with my fingers in my ass. Until a noise out in the hall flings my eyes open, and my body upright.

“Oh fuck, oh Jesus…” Leaping out of bed with my boxers in hand, I scamper naked into the bathroom and close the door, my heart flying against my ribcage.

Avi is laughing, and I aim the screen at my face. “It’s not funny. I think someone’s coming in…”

“You’re so cute,” he yawns, and I scowl, resting my phone against the sink mirror while I clean myself up.

“Shut up, asshole.”

I don’t hear any more sounds, so I’m guessing I just freaked out over nothing. But still… I couldn’t risk it. The last thing I need is for Guty to walk in while I’m covered in my own cum, fingers stuffed in my ass and my stepbrother on FaceTime.

“I can’t wait for you to get back here…” Avi mumbles, and I peer at the screen to find him basically asleep, curled up naked in his bed.

Something strange sets between my ribs, something tight and bothersome, like… homesickness. But I push it away and finish getting myself cleaned up, ignoring the soreness in my ass, and my chest.

“I gotta go,” I huff to him.

“Don’t leave me, baby…” he whispers sleepily. “Just keep me…”

I’m not sure if he was trying to say keep me on, as in on the phone. But I dispel it either way, because I obviously can’t do that.

“I’m hanging up now, Avi,” I speak softly, blinking at him while he sleeps. “I’ll… I’ll see you soon.”

Ending the call, I wander out of the bathroom, plugging my phone back in on the nightstand and curling up in bed. And because I’m exhausted and sated, I fall fast into a calming slumber…

With a smile I can no longer fight resting comfortably on my lips.