I stripped off the Brooks Racing shirt and winced at the pain in my ribs. My body looked just as bad as my face. I wasn’t going to be able to film any content until I healed, but luckily, I had some saved work I could use. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too long. I stepped into the tub. Not caring that the water was cold when I turned it on, I closed my eyes when it hit me before it quickly turned warm and then hot.
Maybe I could hit up Seth to see what he was doing today. Another camboy I had met online; he lived a couple towns over, which was convenient. We hit it off when he DMed me one night, had a few things in common, and hung out from time to time. Maybe he wanted to go shopping. I didn’t want to stay home all day. I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, turned off the water, and pulled back the shower curtain to reach for a towel, only to find CC standing there glaring at me.
“Holy motherfucking shit! You can’t just break into my apartment!” I exclaimed.
I reached for the towel hanging next to the shower to wrap it around my waist as he flared his nostrils at me. When he didn’t say anything, I stepped onto the bathmat and dragged another towel through my wet hair.
“So, you’re mad.”
He grunted. “Mad? Ezra, I can’t...I can’t even look at you right now.”
“I’m sorry?” Was I that hideous to look at? I mean, when men told you that you were pretty all the time, you tended to believe it.
CC growled before he spun around, crossing his arms over his chest. “The bruises, it breaks my heart that someone thought it was okay to do that to you. Also, I have a key, remember, so I didn’t break into your place.”
Whoops, I sort of did forget he had one. I finished drying my hair before I spoke.
“I ruined us, I get that. Kissing you, touching you, yeah, I get it. Can we just start over and go back to the way things were? I thought we made progress. I know you’re upset about the camming thing, too, but I really enjoy it, CC.”
If he said no, if he said he couldn’t get past those things, I might just shrivel up and die. Dramatic, maybe, but that word should be my middle name.
“I want that,” he whispered. Yes, high five, bitches! “But—” Wait, there was a but? “I need you to be honest with me, Ezra. About everything.”
“Sure, anything you want.”
“It’s just OnlyFans?”
Had I not told him that already? “Boo, please look at me.”
He slowly turned around.
“I’m not a hooker, escort, whatever you want to call it. So yes, it’s just OnlyFans. Wait.” I held up a hand before he could object. “Don’t judge me because of what you think you know.”
“Can you show me?” CC whispered as his eyes trailed over my body.
Heat shot up my spine, and my cock plumped up under my towel. “What?” That was a bad, bad fucking idea.
“Show me what you do?” he asked as his tongue came out to swipe at his bottom lip.
I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Are you embarrassed? Strangers are fine, but not your best friend?” CC smirked.
I thought about the last video I posted. The filthy things I uttered because it had been requested, and because I liked it. The view I gave the camera of my backside as I stretched myself wide with the toy I used to fuck myself. Shit, my dick was really hard now.
“Fine, you want to see? Then you promise me right now that you won’t judge me. Not when you see what I do or what I did.”
“What the hell, Ezra?” CC was staring at the bulge beneath my towel.
I pressed a palm over my aching dick. “Don’t judge me.”
“Jesus Christ.” But the look on my best friend’s face, the way his dark eyes were hooded, told me he was more than interested in what I did. He dragged a hand through his blond hair and gripped the back of his neck. “Fine, fine, just take care of that.”
My brows shot up. “What, like here? You want me to jerk off in front of you? Just go sit in the kitchen while I get ready. It’ll go down.” Or, at least, I hoped so.
CC scowled at me but did as I told him, and when he left, I let out a low, slow breath. This was a bad, bad idea. Like kissing him in the club, letting me give him a handy, and having him watch as I sucked the cum from fingers bad.Down,I pushed at my dick again.
I took my time getting ready because my stupid cock wouldn’t listen to me. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I liked the idea of CC watching what I did. Turning on strangers while I pleasured myself. It wasn’t like he was going to get off on it, although the look on his face told me otherwise. Was he just curious, or was it something else?
