“Pull it out,” he suddenly said.
Scott’s hand froze on his cock. “What—really?”
“It doesn’t look comfortable,” Cam said, his eyes gleaming with a strange emotion. “I’m not going to freak out just because you have your dick out.”
Scott didn’t have to be convinced—his pantswererather tight, and it was getting very uncomfortable. He unzipped his pants with his free hand and pulled his erection out. He sighed in relief and resumed jerking Cam off, the slick sounds of friction filling the bathroom.
Fuck, Cam leaked precome a lot. And his cockhead looked obscenely thick in his fist. Scott’s cock was pretty big too—he had nothing to be ashamed of in that department—but it was more modest in girth than Cam’s was. Seeing that fat cockhead peeking out of his fist was so damn filthy. Obscene. Scott couldn’t look away, transfixed by the sight.
Unconsciously, he started fondling his own cock too, but he didn’t have the coordination to move both of his hands. The solution was obvious.
Scott dropped to the floor.
“What—”
“I need my hand to jerk off,” Scott explained before wrapping his lips around that fat head.
Cam hissed, his hand immediately fisting Scott’s hair and yanking him forward onto his cock. So rude.
But Scott didn’t protest. They were kind of on a tight schedule, so whatever got Cam off faster was the best solution.
Slipping his hand down to wrap around his own aching cock, he stroked it with relish as Cam fucked his mouth roughly. But after a while, it started feeling like he was relishing what Cam was doing to his mouth, his own cock in his hand becoming barely relevant. He moaned and choked on the cock ramming into his throat on every nasty thrust, tears springing to his eyes from the intensity of it.
Cam gripped his face harder, his hips thrusting at a dizzying speed. “Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting into his mouth, again and again. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good—”
Scott squeezed his own cock and came all over the floor, his vision whiting out for a long moment. He was barely aware of Cam thrusting into his mouth and chasing his own pleasure and barely noticed when hot come hit the back of his throat. He swallowed reflexively, still feeling weirdly floaty and faraway.
When Scott regained some ability to think, he found himself already on his feet, supported by Cam’s arm around him. Cam’s other hand was fixing his clothes.
“You’re with me now?” Cam said, his lips twitching. “It’s the first time I’ve seen someone so out of it after a wank.”
Scott flushed. “Oh, fuck you. That’s how you show your gratitude?”
Cam chuckled, rolling his shoulders. “Thanks. I do feel better now.”
“You better,” Scott said, eyeing his dirty pants mournfully. He couldn’t believe he’d knelt on a filthy bathroom floor. “Nothing less than pole is acceptable after I ruined my favorite pair of pants for you.”
“Noted,” Cam said with a snort, clapped him on the shoulder, and left, his shoulders loose.
Cam got pole.
Chapter 12
@cameronrichternewsCam getting into the car before quali today.[picture 1 of 7]
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@camsuperfan1 Do we know who this guy in the background is? He’s always in Cam’s garage lately. Is he a model or actor or something?
@belle69 He’s not! It shocked me too—he’s super handsome and looks and dresses like a model, but he’s not one! Not to sound like a stalker, but I was able to find his Instagram. His name is Scott Palmer, and he’s just a random rich guy. A VERY rich guy, but not anyone famous. I don’t think he even has a job.
@camsuperfan1 Huh, that’s weird. I didn’t think Cam would ever tolerate hangers-on like that.
@huntbel4ever Well, he is pretty to look at!
@camsuperfan1 Cam wouldn’t even notice. He’s 100% straight!
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