Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
>>lilplaya837: hes so fkn HOTTTT
>>acesbeb__insta: how much protein powder did he add?
>>mitzgurl1010: I FINALLY CAUGHT A KACE TOMLIN LIVESTREAM LIVE
>>bebeboi_2cute: i’d do anything for u kace
>>tenfour4touchdown: can’t wait for football season
>>bigguydontrlycare: do you sell nudes yet???
>>Nathan.Wood.Fixer.Bros: I should be doing yardwork and instead I can’t stop watching this.
A smile flashed over my face when I saw that Nathan was not only watching my stream, but had commented on it. So many people were commenting that it was gone within a second, and I couldn’t believe I’d caught it.
I poured out my smoothie and stuck a big straw in it, leaning into the camera as I sucked on it.
I slammed my hand down on the stone of my outdoor bar as I took a sip, letting my eyes roll back. “So. Fucking. Good. I swear I just got a half-chub from tasting this. You all know I can’t whip my dick out on social media, but if I could, I’d show you. I promise.”
The comments immediately went wild as I made that joke, tons and tons of eggplant emojis, fire emojis, and sweat drop emojis flooding the screen.
I sucked on the straw a little more. “And if anyone out there is watching me instead of doing what they’re supposed to be doing right now—work, homework, or yardwork—just know that you’re doing the right thing. From my lips to your ears: you’re allowed.”
I hoped like hell Nathan was still watching, and that he’d heard me say it. I knew Nathan liked it when I told him he was allowed to do things, and I figured if it turned him on even the slightest bit, then I’d done my job.
A few minutes later I ended the livestream, saying goodbye to the forty thousand people that were watching. I glanced around my yard, making sure the security installation guys were long gone.
For a moment, I was blissfully alone. The TV camera crew would be showing up in half an hour, but I had a little bit to myself.
I returned to my phone that was propped up on the bar. I video called Nathan, almost 100% sure he wouldn’t pick up.
But after a lot of rings, he answered.
The video screen was first just a close up of his flannel, and then he pulled it back, showing that he was in his backyard, refilling the yellow bird feeder.
“Well, look at you,” I said. “Not doing yardwork.”
“Fuck, that is weird,” Nathan said, shaking his head as he stared at the screen. “I was just watching you with thousands and thousands of people, and now you’re just streaming for me.”
“This is the private show, Nathan,” I said, flashing him a smile. Only my face was on camera at the moment, and I kicked off my shorts as we spoke, secretly getting naked below the camera’s view. “How are you doing?”
“I’m slacking off,” he said. “Way too much. Took Maddy to a friend’s house, and she’ll be there the rest of the night, so all I have is lawn mowing to do.”
I propped the camera on the bar again, pointing toward my pool. “So you’re alone?” I asked.
“Completely.”
“Good.”
I walked over toward the pool, letting my naked body enter the frame.
“Jesus Christ,” I heard Nathan say on the phone as he saw me naked, walking in front of the pool.
“Told you it’s the private stream,” I said, my cock hanging between my thighs. I turned and jumped into the pool, cooling down after standing in the heat.
When I came back up, I leaned at the side of the pool, looking up at my phone camera.
“Feeling refreshed now?” Nathan asked.
“More refreshed than you could imagine,” I said.
“No off button,” Nathan said, clicking his tongue. “You have absolutely no off button.”
“The bacon and eggs were really fucking good, by the way,” I called out as I pushed up and out of the pool, water glistening as it fell down my body. “Thank you for that.”
“No problem, bud.”
“Bud?” I protested, raising my voice an octave. “You can’t call me bud.”
“Like hell I can’t,” he said, smiling. “You call me stupid shit all of the time.”
I reached for a towel, wrapping it around my waist. “I have bro privileges.”
“Oh, thank God, you’re finally putting a towel on,” Nathan said.
I rolled my eyes. “You loved the show.”
He sighed, shifting a little on camera. “I did,” he finally admitted, his voice low.
“Go mow your lawn,” I told him, leaning in close to the camera again. “Thanks for picking up, Nathan.”
He gave me a little salute on camera. “Never change, Kace.”
We hung up and I bit back a smile, looking down at my phone again, glancing over the texts I’d shared with Nathan. It was way too fun to fuck with him.
My TV crew showed up soon after. And then an hour later, more and more of my friends started showing up, ready to party. I had planned on having some people over tonight, but it quickly became a full-blown party, as usual.