Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Before? Where the fuck had that come from? Shawn locked it down tight. This wasn’t interest.
But he had his hand in his boxers now and was moving it in time with Jude’s, as his gaze roved over Jude’s body.
Jude was hot. Shawn could appreciate that in a totally objective way. But it was more that he admired him than fancied him. He didn’t want to bang Jude, but he wouldn’t mind looking like him. He had always wanted more body hair. It looked so much more masculine than his own mostly smooth chest. What little body hair he had was sandy blond, so it hardly showed unless it caught the light. Jude’s chest and belly had a generous sprinkle of dark hair, with a thick line leading down to his cock.
Shawn stared at Jude’s cock and heavy balls, and he let his brain stop. Thinking was too difficult when all he wanted to do was watch and jerk himself off in tandem with Jude. There would be plenty of time for a sexual identity crisis later.
Pacing himself was an exercise in endurance, but it became a matter of weird pride that he shouldn’t come until Jude did. Guys in the chat window came and went—literally, but a few seemed to enjoy making themselves wait till the grand finale.
Usually when Shawn jerked off, he didn’t take long. It was all about releasing tension and not taking pleasure in the act itself, but this was different. Making himself wait made the pleasure build until he reached a point where orgasm was just a few firm strokes away and the anticipation was a desperate, wonderful knife-edge.
Jude was waiting for his tips to reach a certain point before he gave his viewers what they wanted. It was a good system. If Shawn was a member, he’d have paid any amount of money to see him come so that he could finally join him.
“Thanks for your generosity, guys,” Jude said. The strain was showing in his voice now, a thread of need that made Shawn’s balls ache in sympathy. “I’ll give you a little extra treat today as we’ve made it over a hundred and fifty. Who’s ready to come?”
A flood of replies indicated that there were a lot of people out there waiting for that.
In preparation, Shawn pushed his sweatpants and boxers down around his ankles and spread his thighs wide. He cupped his balls with one hand, feeling how high and tight they were. He gripped his cock with the other, not even moving his hand yet, too close to risk it.
On-screen, Jude moved and reached for something, and Shawn’s eyes flew wide as he realised what Jude had picked up—a black dildo, average-sized with a flared base and handle. Jude coated it with lube and then leaned back in the chair, bending his legs and putting his heels on the seat by his arse.
Holy shit!
Shawn stared at Jude’s hole. This made him feel dirtier than anything else had so far. The knowledge that Jude was doing this on the floor above, right now, and had no idea Shawn was watching him felt like a violation. But Jude was doing it on camera for anyone to see. Shawn wasn’t doing anything wrong and he couldn’t look away.
He kept his eyes fixed on the screen as Jude eased the dildo into himself. Shawn’s own arse muscles squeezed as Jude gave a little grunt when it slid home.
Shawn slid the hand on his balls a little lower, pressing curious fingertips against his hole. He’d never touched himself there except to wash, never let his hand linger. He’d done anal with girls, but never let any of them use their fingers or mouth on him there. He’d shut them down immediately if they’d tried—“I’m not into that.” But the truth was, he had no idea if he’d be into it. He’d never dared try because he associated it with being gay, and he was straight—or so he’d always told himself.
Surprisingly, it felt good. The skin was sensitive and the touch of his fingers sent sparks of sensation to his balls and dick. He started to stroke his cock again and watched as Jude began to fuck himself with slow, careful strokes of the dildo.
“Fuck,” Jude gritted out. “That feels so good. It’s hitting my prostate just right. Not gonna take long. Are you imagining this is your cock in me? Fucking me? You gonna fuck me harder?”
Shawn couldn’t tear his gaze away to check the chat box and see whether anyone was replying. He wanted to forget about the other watchers, anyway. He wanted to pretend that Jude was talking to him, and him alone.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Fuck yeah.”
“Or are you fucking yourself with your fingers or a dildo and wishing it was my cock you were sitting on? Your arse feels so good, so tight. You’re gonna make me come….”