Grant Foster! Did you just flirt with me? If I didn't have something really important to talk about, which was also something that was going to be a bit awkward, I would so be enjoying this flirting, but… Okay, I still really, really enjoyed it.
I blinked away my surprise and licked my lips, leaning up slightly to look down at him. "I don't know what we are to each other, and if my life was normal, I wouldn’t worry about it, yet, but it's not, so I need to know some things."
I chewed on my lower lip as he watched my face for a moment before smiling and reaching up to peel my lip from between my teeth. "You want to know, because if we are together, you're not sure what to do about your job, right?"
"Right," I said, surprised. "I don't really know how to do this."
Leaning up, he brushed a light kiss to my mouth, before whispering against my lips, "You have a session tonight, right?"
"Yeah." How could I be getting turned on when we were still knotted together, after the best fucking orgasm of my entire life? "I… I'm not sure if I should do it, though. Will that bother you?"
The situation was awkward, since we hadn't even started talking about dating, or anything like that, but if there was even a chance, I didn't want to start it out on a bad note, but I also wasn't ready to give up what I did. I was pretty sure Grant would be absolutely worth it, but…
"First..." he said, his voice deep and rumbly. "...I want you to know that your job doesn't bother me, Bates. Not even a little. Second––"
"Because we aren't dating," I blurted, interrupting.
He grunted, shaking his head. "You didn't let me finish. Second, I know we've only been friends for a couple of weeks, but I would really like a chance to date you... Exclusively."
I gasped, my chest filling. "But what about my job?" I asked hopefully. He might have said he liked my job, but that didn't mean he wanted me to do it while we were dating. People didn't want to take a camboy home to meet their parents, no matter how great they were. Not as their boyfriend. "I don't plan on doing it forever, obviously, but I planned on doing it at least for the next couple of years."
"I don't want you to quit until you're ready, but…"
"But what?" I whispered, my stomach dropping.
"Do you think I could watch?"
Huh? I watched him for a moment, surprised and confused. That had not at all been what I'd expected him to say.
"I thought you said you did that already."
He nodded, watching my mouth as he swallowed hard. "I mean from inside the room."
"Oh fuck," I groaned. "That sounds really hot."
***
I wasn't sure if the tremors running through my hands as I slid them over my body were from nerves or excitement, but I couldn't stop from watching Grant as I slowly slid my underwear down my hips, arching off the bed to let the material slide over my ass, pressing my rock-hard dick and my hipbones toward the ceiling.
He was set up next to the camera, getting nearly the same visual as everyone else that was watching. He'd taken off his shirt earlier while we were making out, and I knew my face, neck and chest were sporting some serious whisker burns, and maybe even a hicky from that session, but neither of us had gotten off, so we were both still hard as hell, and ready to blow.
I was quieter this time than I usually was, but I was having a hard time focusing on anything but the man sitting there in that chair, watching me touch myself, his breathing hard, his eyes intense, and his dick pressing hard against the zipper, the head sticking out over the top.
The band of my underwear released my dick, and it slapped against my stomach, leaving a wet patch just under my belly button, and I heard Grant's grunt of approval.
His hand slid down his stomach and over the front of his pants. He pressed down on his dick, the material of his jeans dipping even lower.
I groaned, letting my legs fall open as I skimmed a hand over my nipple. My body was on fire, and even though I'd much rather have Grant's wide hands moving over my body, the feel of my own palm brushing over the silky skin of my hipbone had me whimpering and shuddering.
Grant slowly popped the button open on the top of his pants before easing the zipper down, finally letting that gorgeous dick breathe.
I slid my finger down my crack, sliding it over my leaking hole to gather some slick, teasing myself a bit… and maybe Grant too. When I thought my fingers were slick enough, I moved my hand back to my dick and stroked from base to tip and then back down, whimpering as Grant leaned up enough to push his pants down.
We'd stayed naked most of the damn day, even though we'd only gotten off the one time, since Grant thought it was important for me to be thoroughly turned on when it was time for my show, so I shouldn't be reacting like it was my first time seeing him naked, but this was all still new to me, and he had a spectacular body.
I started to stroke myself in earnest as he took his own dick in his hand. I had no idea what the streamers were saying, but when I got to this point, I usually ignored them anyway, feeling like my genuine enjoyment of what I was doing was what had gotten me this far, so their coaching was unnecessary and unwanted, but with Grant sitting next to the camera, making those deep noises in his throat and breathing like that, there was no way they were missing the fact that there was someone else in the room.
I should probably care whether or not that would be a good thing, and if I'd lose viewers because of it, but I really didn't. It was fucking hot as hell, and I really liked that other people would know he was there, enjoying the show personally.
I moved my other hand down my body, going for simple this time, as I continued to stroke myself as my fingers found my hole. With a groan, I pressed inside while watching Grant's hand move up and down his own dick.
"Fuck," he groaned as I pressed a finger inside, and I let out a small gasp as I realized he was really fucking close.
His hips were moving restlessly, his balls were tightening before my eyes, and his abs were popping as his entire body tightened.
I curled my finger, pressing against my prostate and shot with a shout, throwing my head back, and bowing off the bed as cum splashed against my abs and chest. Grant growled, standing quickly and moving toward me on the bed, his pants still halfway down his thighs, and before I could question what he was doing, his cum was joining mine on my stomach and one stripe even painting one of my nipples.
We both gasped for breath as we watched each other for a long moment, and then as if he just realized what he'd done, his eyes widened and he stumbled back away from the bed, glancing toward the camera and cringing.
I blinked and then sat up, stumbling my way through my, bye, guys. See you next time, and turned the camera off.
"I'm so sorry," Grant said, already buttoned and zipped.
I let out a weird laugh, shaking my head as I rewound the footage on my computer. "Maybe it didn't… oh no, it absolutely got you."
Grant groaned, falling back into the chair. "Do you think people will be mad?"
"I seriously doubt anyone is going to be pissed about getting to see your sexy ass get off, Grant. That was fucking hot as hell." I groaned as I watched the replay, my body starting to warm all over again. "Fuck, I think I could go again just watching that."