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Shane hesitated as he beat himself up over and over again for opening up the private browser. Not that he needs to, he’s an adult, he lives alone, he can’t get in trouble for this. It’s just porn. It’s just a cam site.
He takes a deep breath, typing in the username he has memorized at his fingertips by now into OnlyforCams.com.
“XxBearyaxX”
Working a swallow in his throat, he runs his teeth over his bottom lip as he opens up the stream.
He’s a few minutes early, like always. Just in time to get comfortable and be first in line to see his secret, anonymous, online obsession fill his laptop screen.
Shane doesn’t know the man’s name. He respects that the camboy want’s to stay anonymous. Whatever the reason for staying hidden, it is valid to Shane because he’s also anonymous on this site. He knows it’s a hidden identity situation, someone who doesn’t quite want the world to know who he is beyond his muscles and alluring voice.
But Shane does.
Shane wants to know everything he can about this Russian man.
Not that Shane likes him, of course, which is what he tells himself every time he finds himself back at this site. Nope, that couldn’t be the reason. He’s not ready to face the music about his sexuality either, or admit it to himself, especially when the music would just be a mix of “Believe” by Cher, “We Belong Together” by Mariah Carey, and “I’m coming out” by the one and only Dianna Ross.
Shane spends most of the stream trying to study and remember any glipses of real-life information he can about XxBearyaxX, unlike anyone else. He always tries to ask the perfect question each time to get a little hit of the real person behind the torso and big cock. It’s also mainly because he can’t help but cum within the first ten minutes of the nearly hour-long production. Shane is always the only person in the flooded chat who isn’t only there to get off.
He hits enter in the search bar, waiting for the web page to load.
XxBearyaxX’s stream is currently on the preview screen. The generic “stream starting soon” with a little teaser video that the man put together loads. The chat starts chiming in, even before it’s started.
Shane doesn’t wait to make sure his first message of the night is posted. He’s been dying to know the man's workout routine, because Shane wants his anterior compartment to look similar to the Russians’. It’s fucking impressive, to say the least.
He types his message and hits send, the words sticking out amongst the others as his user ID, Montreal1410, highlights in a teal blue. Because, of course, he is subscribed to the top tier, which gives him perks such as his message staying up on the screen without it getting lost among the others.
Montreal1410: What's your workout routine?
The stream starts, Shane’s screen being filled with the man sitting in his desk chair, leaning back, his hand tracing up and down his chest.
“Did you miss me?” his deep voice fills the room. Shane quickly switches to his noise-canceling headphones so he can feel even closer to the voice.
The man starts reading through the chat, and Shane’s heart rate spikes. “Ah, hotjocks4me, don’t be so impatient Малыш, yes? So greedy. You know is big and you will see it. Thank you for tip, though,” the man laughs, taunting the chat. The corners of his lips turning into a cheshire smile.
Shane takes a deep breath as he focuses his gaze on the man’s hand, slowly trailing down his chest and around his abdomen. He loves the tease of this show, how the man knows he is hot and uses it to his advantage. He barely has to do anything, and Shane is already wanting to touch himself. Shane grinds the palm of his hand down over his crotch, staving off the small twitches in his dick, begging for friction.
“Ah, Montreal, welcome back,” he purrs. Shane preens at the acknowledgement of his presence. He turns the volume up a few more clicks and listens with bated breath for the answer.
“My workout routine? Wow. You sure you do not want to know my jerk off routine instead?”
Shane rolls his eyes, laughing softly as he types, soaking up the attention. He loves how bratty the Russian can be. It’s familiar and brings him a sense of confidence, knowing he can match the man's quips and comments. It reminds him of chirping and hockey, like most things tend to, because, of course, everything in his mind goes back to hockey.
Montreal1410: No, I meant workout. Your arms are insane.
There, casual. He can come off as a cool, totally not fishing for any information he can get because he’s obsessed with the idea of this man, dude, if he wants to. Totally.
“Mmn, so boring, Montreal. I do mix of heavy compound lifts and use a lot of cable machines. I could do video of workout, yes? Might be good idea. Everyone would be thirsty for it. Maybe put on slutty little green gym shorts and put on show with my muscles. Soak myself in water after to cool down.”
God, the cockiness is nothing but a turn on and Shane didn’t understand why.
It made him want to get on his knees and suck the Russian's dick without him even asking.
Shane would hate this type of ego on anyone else, though. It would annoy him to no end, and he would get sick of it. But with this man, it’s different. It’s not annoying to him. It’s playful and fun and easy. He needs more of that in his life, he admits.
The chat floods with answers to the idea, thanking Shane, Montreal1410, for his question.
Hotjocks4me: Omg yes!! Montreal great idea
Anon109239: Do it, please.
Timberskate: I’d watch it on repeat.
Shane sighs, appreciative of the answer but feeling slightly jealous that it caused the attention to go back onto everyone else. It’s stupid to be upset over, he knows, because again, this guy doesn’t even know who Shane is, he’s just another guy who supports his income.
He makes a mental note of the upper arm routine he mentioned, notating how direct it sounds. Something he could easily throw into his own gym routine and ask his trainer about.
He imagines the Russian in a gym, probably a private one if he were to guess, sweating and working his upper body to its breaking point, veins popping out, and his arms heavy. Shane's cock grows hard, throbbing in his boxers, just in time for the camboy to start his real show.
“Come on, someone send bigger tip than just measly $50 to see my cock. Is worth more than that, no? You all know better than this. Insulting me with small amount of money for my big cock. You wound me.” He grabs his hard length through the material of his sweats, moving it up and down slowly, teasing, his plush lips pouting slightly in frame.
Shane rolls his eyes and clicks the donation button, adding an extra 0 to the defaulted “100” that XxBearyaxX has it set as. As much as Shane wants to sit and admire and listen to the man, he also wants to get off. Admittedly, he’s just as horny as the rest of the chat.
Montreal1410: Please. Is this better? $1000
“Montreal,” the man practically growls in appreciation, sending chills down Shane’s spine and deep into his gut. Even though it’s not his name, it still tends to have the same effect on Shane because he knows the Russian is speaking directly to him, regardless of what he calls him. “You are always so kind to me. You are greedy for my cock, yeah?” The man tugs his sweats down, his hard cock bobbing onto his stomach with an audible, heavy, slap. “Your greediness makes me so hard, I will admit.” He slowly strokes his hand up his length, a low groan escaping. “Like a slut who can only think about cock, willing to waste money just to see it.” His Russian accent gets a bit thicker as he starts stroking himself a bit faster, eyelids going heavy as he gets into it.
Anon109239: stroke it faster $25
Timberskate: I’m so greedy for it, baby
“$25 is not enough for me to move any faster than this, silly anon account. Try harder. I know you can.”
Shane drags his hand harder across his length through his boxers, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as he listens to his voice, the demeaning tone in it, the thick, heady accent. He barely even needs to watch him to get off, as long as he keeps talking. The way he talks to the chat like he’s disappointed in everyone is the hottest thing Shane has experienced, and he knows he should probably work through the reasoning in therapy, but he digresses.
He looks back at the screen and types another message.
Montreal1410: Don’t go faster, grip harder, but move slowly. You like it that way. $1000
Of course, Shane knows this. He's just doing his best to remember every detail and help.
“боже мой, you know me so well, yes? Such a good boy, remembering what I like. Fuck-just like that. Imagining your tight hole, wrapped around my cock. You would take it so well, Montreal. Would fit me like glove, I bet. Such a good hole for me to sink myself into.”
Shane gasps and chokes on a moan as his release hits him, covering the inside of his boxers. A flush works its way up his chest and neck, reddening his skin as he ignores the fact that he hadn’t even gotten his dick out yet and was simply just rubbing it through the cotton material. Fuck. The man has never been that direct with him alone.
The chat floods with dozens of messages from different users, claiming they too have a tight hole for the camboy. But Shane knows that the words were meant just for him and only him.
He knows that he could take the man’s cock better than anyone else.
He’s been talking to him like this for weeks now. Always coming back, always tipping well (thanks to his hockey career for allowing it).
But he thinks he needs more now.
It’s time to take the next step, to get closer.
More private.
He wants to enjoy XxBearyaxX to himself and indulge in the fantasy of it meaning something.
Is it healthy? No.
Shane knows this.
But he also knows he deserves to give in to the simple pleasures in life, because outside of hockey and working out, he doesn’t allow himself to indulge.
Everything is strict, and on schedule, and wrapped up in his calendar with a color-coordinated bow.
Social media shoot here.
Brand deal here.
Meeting with trainers once a week.
Seeing the physical therapy team nearly every time he gets slammed into the boards.
Keeping up with his parents and going to dinner.
Keeping up with friends even when he’s exhausted.
But Friday and Sunday are his nights to indulge anytime he gets the chance. Even if he misses the live, he watches the cam session after it’s uploaded later in the night and tips once he’s done.
Shane pushes past his fear for a moment of being too delusional and hits the “request” button that he knows allows users to send money to request a private chat and show.
Of course, it is up to the camboy to accept or decline the request so that they can stay safe and stave off anyone who might make them uncomfortable.
Shane has never gone this far.
He’s been waiting, building confidence, studying.
He feels like now is the right time, it’s been long enough, he’s a regular now, and hopes that XxBearyaxX will be comfortable talking to him privately.
Montreal1410- $5000, private show request. Send the request now?
Shane clicks yes without thinking or even typing a message and shuts the laptop screen even though the stream isn’t over, so he can pace the room and think about what he just did while nervously waiting for an answer. He can’t stand the thought of seeing the screen while waiting for a rejection or acceptance.
Within seconds, a notification dings on his phone.
XxBearyaxX has accepted your request.