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He smiled sweetly at me, though a tinge of sadness laced through his expression. “Thanks. Yours, too.”

I rolled my eyes as I stepped outside but softened the playful expression with a smile. “Maybe. We’ll see.”

Crossing his modest porch, I descended the three steps to the ground then waved as I made my way down the front path. He waved back, and when I was halfway down his driveway, he called out, “Get your man, Tris!”

I laughed all the way home.

Chapter five

Henry

Mid-August

It had been a few days since I’d caught a Substar live stream. For a while, our schedules had synced up well, and I’d attended every one. My bank account was a little lighter for my trouble, but it was worth it. The man was talented. He could bend himself in ways that had me imagining how I’d contort his flexible body when he was beneath me in my bed.

But lately, our schedules had conflicted, so I’d been missing his beautiful face and his sexy games. He’d started testing out a line of dildos from his sponsor, Heavenly Toys, and I’d been anxious to catch one of his performances. Sure, I could see the pictures and watch the recordings in his membership area—which I of course subscribed to—but I craved the real thing, a live connection . . . however fanciful the notion was.

Lusting after a nameless, faceless camboy was foolish at best, creepy at worst, but I couldn’t help myself. Wasn’t fair that he seemed to eat up every ounce of Daddying I’d given him, either. And when I couldn’t resist messaging him after each and every stream I attended . . .

Fuck, I was in so much trouble with this guy.

Today was Monday, which was my chill day. Tuesday and Wednesday at Mix It Up was filled first with inventory then restocking after the weekend, and Thursday brought the pre-weekend crowd at the gay bar I’d figuratively built with my own hands and a little help from the bank. It was where I’d found a place to belong.

Since I made a point to schedule a full crew on Monday nights so I could take a day off each week, I had nowhere to be. Pathetically, I often ended up at the bar anyway, but if a night with Substar was on offer? I could be persuaded to actually spend the evening at home. What would that be like? Did I remember the last time that had happened? I’d even headed to the bar after my birthday dinner with Jack last month.

If I were to look up “workaholic” in the dictionary, I’d find a haggard picture of myself with bags under my eyes and a gaunt stoop to my shoulders.

God, I needed a life. One filled with more than drooling over someone online.

Too bad I couldn’t get him out of my head.

Just as I was about to venture downstairs for lunch, my phone dinged with a notification for the Daddy’s Boy app, and my heart jumped irrationally. Even if it was Substar going live—holy shit, it was—I was a mature adult who . . .

I tapped the notification faster than I’d ever tapped a goddamn thing, and soon a pink-haired Substar filled my screen. He was greeting everyone by name—well, handle—in that affected yet still sexy accent, including me, which gave me embarrassing warm fuzzies. I was a grown man, for fuck’s sake.

Knowing myself, I nearly ran for the coffee table in the sitting area in my large bedroom where I’d left my laptop after working on some spreadsheets this morning. I pocketed my phone but kept the stream going so I could listen to Substar’s setup while I logged on to my laptop and walked it to the bed. This was perfect. The dildo on tap for today was called “Behemoth,” and I didn’t need to be a seasoned gay man to know what that meant. I couldn’t wait to see him fuck himself with it. Maybe he would be able to take my dick after all. We’d see, hopefully soon.

I wouldn’t let the words “wishful thinking” dampen my mood.

After undressing and propping myself up against my headboard, I found the live stream on my computer and locked my phone, eliminating the echo. Focus now acquired, I settled in to watch the show.

“I’m not gonna lie to you guys; this monster”—he held up a gigantic sparkly silicone dildo in a pastel pink—“requires more prep than I have time to do live tonight, so I’ve already gotten that part started.”

He quirked one of his lips, and my dick twitched as if it was trying to come untouched at just that. It had definitely been too long.

I quickly sent him a large tip before things got heated, because I sensed I’d be busy. I knew he’d earn it.

“But don’t worry—we’ve still got plenty of prep left to do. As you can see, the Behemoth is twelve inches long and easily two inches thick . . . maybe three?” He checked the box on the bed next to him. “Okay, two-and-a-half. Damn, guys, you think it’ll fit?”

He paused, eyeing what was likely the stream’s chat. I watched the comments coming in, chuckling at some of the ridiculousness. Substar started chuckling, too. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’ll fit. In case you didn’t know, I’m a total size queen.”

My hand flew to my granite erection and squeezed to stave off my orgasm. The man was into big dicks, just as I’d hoped. If he lived anywhere near me and wanted to meet in person and was into me—and consented, of course—I would lock him down so fast.

Immaturely, I ping-ponged my eyes between my dick and the Behemoth on the screen. I couldn’t be sure, but I might have had just a little more girth on the sparkly sex toy.

Yup, totally mature.

I blushed to no one whosoever then lubed up and started lazily stroking myself while Substar pulled a large plug from his ass and continued to open himself up. Soon, he was close to fisting himself—how the hell was he so damn flexible?—and I just stared as his asshole swallowed all four fingers and most of his thumb. God, how I wished it was my hand. He probably couldn’t even take it all—my body was massive compared to his.