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)
“Wait. Leave those on,” I said.
“Huh?” he asked. “I always strip naked before filming. I figure people are there for the action.”
I nodded. “But that spot of precum is so fucking hot. The way the outline of your cock forms that deep curve, with the obvious little wet spot? Trust me, leave them on just for the beginning. You can pull them off the moment we start filming, I promise.”
I loved that he was so eager to get naked on camera. I moved his light diffuser to the side a little, trying to frame the shot perfectly.
“You’re already much more of a professional than me,” he said. “I like it.”
“It is my job, after all,” I said, squinting at some reflected light on the floor. “Do you happen to have a cozy blanket we could throw on the floor? Or, hell, even a towel, for a loose, beachy vibe.”
“Let me see what I can find,” he said, dipping into his bathroom.
“Oh, and squeeze your cock for me,” I called out. “Just a little, through the fabric. You need to stay hard.”
I bit my lip, reaching down to rearrange my own aching dick. On one hand, I was a professional at this—I really did want to set up the best shot, get some good color balance and composition, and make Adam’s skin the focus of the video.
But commanding him to stay hard made me want to reach down and wrap my fist around my own cock, too.
He returned a moment later. In one hand, he had a blue towel, and in the other, he was squeezing the outline of his cock like I’d told him to.
“Is this good?” he asked.
“Perfect.”
I put the towel on the ground, purposely ruffling up a couple of sections of it to make it look amateur in a good kind of way.
“I like watching you work,” he said as he looked down at me.
“I like watching you come. Here, lie down.”
He did as I said, lying back on the towel in front of the sun. The golden light shined in through the panes, covering his skin. The gentle curves of his muscles popped with the diffuse shadows, and it made him look like a sculpture. The deep V-shape right above his hips was like a work of art.
“Is this good?”
“Christ, it’s obscene,” I said, shaking my head. “Do you have any idea how good your body is?”
“I mean, it does the job,” he said. “I never thought it was anything out of the ordinary.”
I fired up the camera, looking at the test image that lit up on the back monitor panel. “It’s so good,” I murmured. “Holy fuck, you are perfect.”
I could see him smile gently on the camera screen, absentmindedly running one of his palms along his chest as he kept the other still gripped gently around his cock.
“I still think you’re crazy,” he said, looking down. “But you make me feel really good about myself, Chase.”
Fuck. Now he was going straight to my heart at the same time as my cock. I tried to focus on the task at hand, snapping back into professional mode.
“Good. You should feel amazing about yourself,” I said. “Now, are you ready to come for me?”
14
ADAM
The little red light glowed on the camera. Goosebumps formed all over my skin as I saw the halo of Chase’s blond and blue hair above it. Tiny dust motes were floating in the light, and time seemed to slow down, like I was actually in a movie rather than my own life.
I waited and waited for when my anxiety would hit me like a brick to the head, but then… it didn’t.
I wasn’t nervous.
I didn’t know how it was possible to be less shy while lying naked on the floor in front of Chase than I was when I had been clothed and trying to have normal conversations, but that was the special thing about Chase. He brought all sorts of new things out of me.
Or maybe he just gave me the confidence to be who I already was.
The ambient heat of the early evening radiated through the windows. I gripped my cock like I usually did, letting my back arch up off the floor a little. I tried to clear my mind entirely, thinking about nothing other than how good it felt.
I could hear all of the birdsong and the chatter of a squirrel outside, just past the balcony doors. A car drove down the street, its low rumble filling the air.
I also heard the faint sound of Chase breathing.
The most distracting thing of all.
I wished he could just talk to me, in the same way that always put me at ease. Maybe we could work out a way that he could say things to me, and we could edit out the audio later?