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  Rory had now moved to stand in front of him. Right up close in front of him and was now reaching around Nathan’s body to grope his backside.

  That wasn’t part of the script, but Nathan let himself enjoy the unfamiliar touch for a moment. Then he pulled back. “We need to strip off our tops, but keep your jeans on for now.”

  Rory raised an eyebrow, but he did what Nathan asked.

  Nathan tried not to compare their bodies too closely. His lanky, milky white torso wasn’t a patch on Rory’s tanned and tattooed hunk of manliness. Rory was the one who should be the regular cam model, really, although it was true that some men did seem to go for Nathan’s looks. They all wanted him to keep his glasses on, though, which wasn’t much of an issue when performing solo, but it was particularly annoying now when he was just about to give a blowjob.

  Ah well. BigMan was helping get him through university, after all. If Nathan had to put up with a few minutes of discomfort in return, so be it.

  Nathan glanced at the screen again, memorising the instructions.

  “Okay, you stay standing. I’ll see to everything.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Rory began humming as Nathan dropped to his knees. Should he stop him? No, it could wait. He had a good voice, in so far as you could tell from humming. It wasn’t a tune Nathan recognised, but that was no surprise. He wasn’t exactly au fait with the latest chart offerings.

  So, first up he had to get Rory’s fly open, and then he was meant to swallow him whole. Nathan dealt with the Rory’s jeans quickly, eager to see what was hiding inside.

  First up, a pair of grey and black stripy underpants. And then…

  Okay, that was somewhat bigger than expected. When Rory had said he was at least six inches Nathan had expected him to be stretching the truth, the way he’d come to realise people did online. But it seemed Rory was an honest man, in one respect anyway. He was a good seven inches already, and only half hard. Who knew, when fully erect his neighbour might even be big enough to make BigMan feel inadequate…

  Although if most people lied, BigMan probably wasn’t all that well-endowed after all. He might have sent Nathan that photo of an enormous erection, but who was to say it was his? He could have copied it from anywhere. The net was quite literally rammed with cock.

  And Nathan was meant to be getting rammed with cock this very moment, so he really should get a move on.

  Let the show commence.

  Nathan opened wide and lunged forwards.

  Chapter Three

  Oh my fucking God.

  Rory groaned as he watched Nathan swallow him in one.

  Bloody hell, he’d never have guessed geeky-boy had it in him.

  Heh. Had it in him. Nathan most definitely did have a good six inches in him already. Maybe he’d manage the other two if he kept his tongue out of the way…

  “Oh God, Nath—” Hang on. Bugger. Nathan was giving him the evils, which looked strangely hot when he had his mouth stuffed with Rory’s dick. And it was messing with Rory’s concentration.

  Right. He’d said Nath, live on camera. He’d broken the rules. Shit. He really didn’t want to give Nathan’s name away. What if this dirty old man they were performing for was some kind of stalker and could track Nathan down?

  What if he kidnapped him and made him his sex slave?

  No, what if he kidnapped both of them and made them do all kinds of filthy things? That would be awful. Perhaps.

  Visions of some of those filthy things played across the screen of Rory’s mind.

  Yeah, really not helping with the concentration.

  What else started with Nath? Uh… Shit. Nothing.

  Noth-ing.

  Hang on. That could work.

  “Noth— Nothing’s ever felt this good.”

  God, that sounded cheesy. But it was true, kind of. After all, right this moment Rory couldn’t think of a single thing that felt as good as having his knob buried in Nathan’s sizzling furnace of a mouth.

  There was a beep from the PC, and Nathan swivelled his eyes in that direction. Rory looked too. A new message had appeared on the screen.

  Oh yeah. Just like that. Now H, u grab Es hair. E likes it ruff, don’t u?

  Nathan looked back up at Rory and rolled his eyes.

  Did that mean he did or he didn’t like it rough?

  Shit. Rory didn’t want to be a total bastard, but Nathan had said they were to act out this pervert’s fantasies.

  So he dug his fingers into Nathan’s mop of blond hair, but kept his hold gentle.

  Wow, Nathan’s hair was even softer than it looked. Rory concentrated on the feel of those silky strands between his fingers, because if he thought too much about what Nathan was doing to his cock, he was going to empty his balls right this very minute. Pretty poor show. How did the porno stars do it? Maybe they could hold off because it was just a job, and all jobs get boring after a while. Rory’s certainly had.

  Or maybe they had some kind of anti-Viagra type thing that let them keep it up for longer.

  Or maybe the little blue pills did that too.

  Rory would have to ask his dad next time he saw him.

  Actually, yeah, thinking about chatting to his dad about erectile dysfunction was definitely having the desired effect. He’d better stop it pretty quickly or he’d go soft.

  Then Nathan made an obscene slurping noise as he pulled right back, licked around the head of Rory’s cock a couple of times, then slammed back down again. All the way down.

  Fuck, yeah!

  Oh God, that was Nathan’s throat pinching down around the head of Rory’s dick.

  Nathan swallowed.

  Bloody hell, that felt amazing.

  “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. Fair warning.” Rory’s voice came out all weird and husky, like that time he’d smoked a whole pack of Marlboro in one evening.

  Nathan got the hint and backed off a bit. Next up was some super slurpy licking round the head. Oh yeah. That was the stuff. The way Nathan moaned and drooled as he did it… Rory’s balls were on standby, ready to shoot their load any second.

  “Fucking hell!” Rory stared up at the ceiling. Would Nathan still get paid if Rory emptied down his throat?

  Did he even care if Nathan got paid?

  Well, yeah, maybe he did because a picture of Nathan, all forlorn in raggedy clothing like some kind of urchin out of one of those costume dramas, meandered across his vision. No, he couldn’t have the bloke going without. It wasn’t like Nathan had much stuff as it was.

  Virtually nothing, in fact, if this nearly empty room was it.

  So yeah, he couldn’t deprive poor Nathan of his income.

  He’d have to hold on a bit longer.

  Bloody buggering fucknuts. This delayed orgasm stuff was tough. What was it called, edging? Like the edging on a… Rory struggled to imagine something thoroughly unsexy like cornicing, but all he could think of was the rim on an obscenely large knob. One of those American ones that had been circumcised, so the ridge really stood out in all its glory. Yeah, so not what he was after right now, thank you very much, brain.

  Trying to get the vision of a gushing, porno-style cum shot out of his mind’s eye, he looked down in desperation.

  God, that was a mistake. Those big eyes were staring up, and the way Nathan’s lips glistened with saliva as he pulled off the end of Rory’s cock…

  Wait a minute, pulled off?

  “It’s time,” Nathan gasped. “Come on my face, big boy.”

  Rory could have sworn the big boy was said with audible inverted commas.

  Little tosser.

  “You asked for it.” Rory took hold of his knob and tugged a few times. Oh God, now he’d got used to the idea it was sweet, coasting on that edge. Yeah, he didn’t want to go over just yet.

  The tip of Nathan’s tongue stuck out and wet his lips. Maybe he’d been practicing in front of the mirror or something, but that was the most pornographic lip-licking Rory had ever se
en.

  And oh yeah, that did the job.

  Whoa. “Yeah, I’m coming. Open your mouth.” He wanted to at least get some of it in Nathan’s mouth, even if he did have to shoot all over his face.

  Weird, taking orders from someone else about how he came. But what the hell, Nathan had a pretty face, and it was about to look even prettier once Rory had embellished it.

  The first jet of cum exploded out of him and hit Nathan’s forehead, dribbling down over his nose and specs. Sweet. And the look of surprise on Nathan’s face made the whole experience that much hotter.

  The second was a cheek-hitter. The third got its target. Rory sprayed spunk over Nathan’s lower lip, watching the milky ropes drip down his chin and onto his chest. Oh yeah. There was even another feeble jet, and Rory painted it across Nathan’s glasses using the tip of his cock. God yeah, that was amazing. And how had he ever thought Nathan was an unlikely porn star? The bloke was totally gorgeous like that, all covered in Rory’s spunk. Made Rory want to kiss the living daylights out of him, and then see just how hot geeky-boy looked when he was coming. Phew. He rested a bit of his weight on Nathan’s head until he’d got his breath back.

  “Mmmm,” Nathan said, pulling off his glasses and wiping his eyes. “That was more than I was expecting.”

  “I’ve always had plenty in me. It’s these big balls,” Rory said, cupping them to show them off. They ached pleasurably, but they weren’t quite so impressive now he’d shot his load.

  Nathan eyed them with a scientific interest. “They are on the pendulous side”, he observed, then turned to the screen. “Can I lick them while I come?”

  “You can do what you like, mate. I’m up for anything.”

  “I wasn’t asking you.”

  “Oh.” Yeah. Right. There was someone else in the room calling the shots, wasn’t there?

  But it appeared their voyeur didn’t want to watch Nathan suck balls after all, because Nathan turned his back on Rory, went right up close to the camera and started stroking himself. Quick, deft strokes designed to get the job done fast.

  Rory watched, disappointed, as Nathan shot over his desk, narrowly avoiding the camera and keyboard. It looked pretty good on the screen, he could see—like Nathan was coming right at you—but he couldn’t help wishing he’d managed to get a taste of Nathan himself.

  Ah well. Them’s the breaks. Rory collapsed back on the bed and stared at the recessed spotlights above him. He could hear Nathan bustling around his desk and the clack of the keyboard, then silence. The mattress gave as Nathan sat next to him.

  “How was that for you?” Nathan asked, sounding like he should be holding a clipboard and conducting a survey.

  Rory did his best to answer. Did Nathan want a star rating or something? “That was… intense. I’ve never b— Wait, can he still hear us?”

  “It’s okay, I switched everything off just now.”

  “Right. Good. Come over here, then.” Rory was a major snuggler, and after a moment of awkward resistance, he managed to pull Nathan down into a hug. Rory absentmindedly stroked Nathan’s hair, enjoying that silkiness between his fingers even more now he wasn’t coasting on the edge of orgasm. “So, why me?”

  “Huh?”

  “Was I just convenient, or what? I’m surprised you didn’t try Grindr or something, you know, to hook up with a bloke. Bet there’s loads who’d be happy to help you out on camera.”

  “Oh. Well, I considered trying it out.”

  “But?”

  “It’s not my sort of thing.”

  “Nah, it’s brilliant. Seriously, you should get on there and set up a profile. It’s got this setting on the phone app where you can be alerted if any blokes who fit your preferences are nearby. I’d have been round here for a shag way before now if I’d known you were up for it.”

  “And how do you know I’d fit your preferences?”

  “I’ve got it set pretty broad. I’m versatile.”

  “And not particularly discriminatory, by the sounds of it.”

  Was he being sneered at? “I didn’t say I’d shag everyone. There’s lots I turn down for one reason or another.” Being an arsehole, usually.

  “If you don’t like their pictures, then?”

  “If I don’t like their personality. Or if they’ve got bad breath. Can’t be dealing with that.”

  “Oh.” Nathan’s body seemed to relax a little. “So, how was it for you?”

  “Top-notch blowjob. You can quote me on that in your Grindr profile if you want.”

  Nathan snorted softly. “Being watched, I mean.”

  How had it been, really? Rory tried to separate out the noveIty of a BJ from his nerdy neighbour from the whole being watched by an unseen stranger thing. Tricky, when he hadn’t tried either before. “I dunno. Yeah, good, I suppose. But I wouldn’t want to cuddle and all that while he was watching.”

  “So you didn’t like being on camera?”

  “I didn’t say that. It was a rush. Really.” How to explain the way having the camera on him had seemed to magnify every sensation? But maybe Nathan already understood. “Having some stranger watch me getting off… I’ve never done that before. And he could have been anyone, you know? Maybe an old school teacher of mine, or that bloke who works down the corner shop.”

  “What, Mike?” Nathan shuddered. “Not likely. BigMan’s IP address is in the States, so I doubt either of us knows him.”

  “For all you know I could have a whole bunch of friends and family stateside.”

  “Do you?”

  “No,” Rory admitted, “but that’s beside the point. I didn’t know he was over the pond. I didn’t know anything about him.” A thought bludgeoned its way into his consciousness. “I mean, for all we know, he could be a woman.”

  “He’s not a woman.”

  “And you know that how? Have you ever seen a picture of him?” Rory was warming to the idea. The sheer ridiculousness of it.

  “Yes. Well, kind of.”

  “What do you mean, kind of? Could you see his face?”

  “No. He sent me a photo of his erection, next to a ruler. To prove how big he really is, I suppose.”

  “And how do you know it was really his? Did he have anything that could identify him in the background? Wrote your name on his knob with a Sharpie, did he?”

  “No, but that doesn’t mean…”

  “How come he doesn’t let you see him while you’re online? I thought these cam site things went both ways?”

  “Not necessarily. They can do, but not every client wants—”

  “Oh my God, you’ve been performing for a woman all this time!”

  Nathan stiffened in his arms and began to pull away. “Don’t be ridiculous. She doesn’t type like a woman.”

  “She! You said she. Even you’re admitting it now.”

  “It was just a slip of the tongue.”

  “Nah, you know it’s true. And anyway, how does someone type like a woman or a man? Come on, Einstein, that’s just dumb. Unless you used your knob to hammer the keys, and I haven’t tried it but I reckon you’d have a pretty hard time hitting the right ones.”

  Nathan leapt out of bed and gave him a scowl that could have curdled yoghurt. “You can leave now.” With him standing there naked, with his hands on his hips, it was impossible not to smile.

  “Come on, I just got comfy.”

  “Get out. Now!” Nathan pointed at the door, and despite Rory’s grumbled protests, there was no changing his mind. Eventually Rory pulled his jeans back up and stumbled out the door.

  “Cheers for the BJ,” he muttered as Nathan slammed the door shut in his face.

  Bewildered, Rory stared at the metal number plate on Nathan’s door.

  “What did I do?” he asked the empty hallway.

  It didn’t give him a reply.

  Chapter Four

  Nathan glared at the spreadsheet and had to concede defeat. The income stream from his cam modelling had plummeted over the last week sinc
e his one and only show with Rory. It was particularly irritating as his whole reason for approaching Rory had been to keep his main source of income happy.

  He was going to have to get a job. The only other option was playing the stock market, but it was too risky and besides, he didn’t have enough cash to make his initial investment. No, a job it was. He steeled himself to the inevitable and Googled a local employment site.

  Ten minutes later, he closed the browser in disgust. The only jobs that met his requirements for minimal hours certainly didn’t meet his needs for money. And Customer Care Assistant seemed to be a euphemism for shop-floor dogsbody, as far as he could tell.

  No, what Nathan needed were a few more regular, high-tipping clients to make up for the fact BigMan was no longer interested in him.

  His email beeped. A private message from BigMan sent through the site’s forwarding service.

  Correction, BigMan was still very much interested, only not in Nathan’s solo shows. Now he had a major kink for seeing Nathan on his knees, being serviced by Rory. And he was willing to give a hefty tip to see that. One that would cover next month’s rent, for starters.

  Only two things the matter with the whole scenario. One, it involved sucking up to that insufferable twat of a neighbour.

  And two, it meant Nathan wouldn’t be on top. He liked it best when he was on top.

  I don’t suppose you’d be interested in switching things up? He messaged back, in forlorn hope.

  No, I want you on your knees, taking it from behind like the good little fuckpig you are. I want to see him ramming into that tight little hole of yours, over and over, until you’re begging for mercy. And even then you’re not allowed to come.

  Bastard! If the man wasn’t paying him so well, Nathan would have told him where to go a long time ago. Submission had never been his thing. With the benefit of hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have pretended to be into so many different things in his site profile. Saying he was versatile hadn’t been an issue when doing a solo show—he didn’t have any problems with pleasuring himself with a dildo or butt plug, after all.

  But having another man penetrating him? No, that just wasn’t the same. He could control plastic and silicone, but he couldn’t control another human being.