Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Adam gave me a gentle smile that made me think of the other night, when he’d given me the same look on my balcony.
“You don’t have to butter me up just because I was stupid today,” Adam said.
“Not buttering you up,” I told him. “It’s the truth. And I still want to know what you think about that text I sent you.”
His eyes met mine, something flaring behind them. “You really want to film me again?”
My cock jumped. “I really do,” I said. “I should be the one paying you to let me film you.”
“You’re crazy.”
“It really turns me on.” I shrugged.
I’d long since given up having any shame in the things that got me off—I liked a lot of different things, and I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.
“And you promise you don’t feel strange about it?” he asked, searching my face like he was working out a math equation.
“Strange about it? I feel like it’s the most fun I’ve had in years,” I said. “That night was fun, Adam.”
He let out a breath, rubbing at the back of his neck. “You can’t imagine how glad I am to hear you say that,” he told me.
“It doesn’t have to be weird,” I said, shifting on my feet. “You like uploading videos of yourself. I love filming them. No one knows it’s us. To be honest, we can kind of do whatever the hell we want.”
“That’s something I need more of in my life.”
I nodded. “Then let’s fucking do it,” I said. “Nothing to lose. All in.”
“All in,” he repeated.
I looked him up and down. All I could think about was seeing him completely naked again. If we were filming things, it was all okay.
It didn’t have to mean something.
I didn’t have to worry about things being too serious, or worry about being… too much, for him.
We would be there with one goal in mind, and that was to put up great content for his viewers. There was nothing wrong with that, right?
“When do you usually like to record your videos?” I asked him.
“I think you already know the answer to that,” he told me. “Mr. ChillyIcyBlue.”
I hummed, feeling way too turned on by him acknowledging my secret online name. “Well, from the looks of the shadows and light in most of the shots, I’d say you film most of them in late afternoon and around sunset,” I said. “So… right about now.”
He palmed his cock through his jeans, nodding once at me. “I’m really hard, Chase. We could film one upstairs?”
Fuck.
If I thought it went straight to my cock when he blushed, this was a whole new level.
“I have one of my personal cameras in the bag with me,” I said. “You sure you’re ready?”
“I really need to come, to be honest,” he told me, and I swore I needed a leather strap to bite or something, because the man was going to make me lose my mind with desire.
I met his eyes again. “You need to, huh?”
“I haven’t come since… well, since you last saw me do it.”
“Okay, you’re the crazy one,” I said. “That was two nights ago.”
He nodded. “I was a little bit caught up in shame, the past couple of days.”
“Shame?” I protested. “When I’m feeling ashamed, that’s when I want to jerk off the most.”
This earned a deep, genuine laugh from him. His smile went all the way up to his eyes. “That gets you going?”
“What doesn’t get me going, Adam?” I admitted. “If I’m ashamed, I want to go get off about it. If I’m feeling hot, I want to go get off about it. If I’m feeling too tired, too awake, too stressed…”
He licked his lips. “I see.”
“Sorry. Now I’m the one making it weird,” I said as I went to the living room, pulling out my smaller, personal camera.
“No. It’s hot,” Adam said. “I appreciate it. You’re keeping me hard for when we film.”
Good Lord, the man had no idea how hot half of the things he said were.
“I will take pride in my cameraman duties,” I said, “including keeping your cock nice and hard for the shoots.”
He showed me upstairs, and I felt like I was entering some sort of forbidden promised land. I saw the simple rice paper setup he was using near the window to diffuse the natural light.
I bent down near the paned glass on his balcony doors, looking outside.
“These get such beautiful light in the late afternoon. This could be perfect for a full-body shot, if you wanted to lie down on the floor in front of it—”
I turned to look at him and saw that he’d tossed off his jeans and shirt. He was in light grey boxer-briefs, and I saw a spot of precum at the front of them.
He reached for the waistband, and I held out a hand, stopping him.