Page 40 of For the Cameras
“Adam,” I said, watching him.
“What?” he asked me as he slid his belt off, tossing it across the room onto the couch. “You said you’re not willing to pop my gay-sex virgin cherry tonight. That doesn’t mean I can’t get naked, does it?”
I swallowed as I watched him slowly undo the top button of his pants, my whole body going hot.
There was no way he was really doing this.
No fuckingway.
It was like somehow, Adam Dix had come out of the woodwork tonight, right in front of my eyes. Now that he knew the truth, he was… bold. Confident. Insanely fucking hard to resist.
“Gay-sex virgin cherry,” I repeated, only half aware of what I was saying. “That’s a pretty good name for another video of yours, too.”
He was undoing his zipper now. This was the same bashful Adam I’d seen blushing over the slightest things, now stripping in my kitchen.
I was only human.
I couldn’t stop a guy from getting naked, could I?
“Maybe I’ll do that afterCooking while Erect,” he said, a playful smile tugging at one corner of his mouth now. He dropped his pants to the floor, kicking them to the side along with his shoes. He stood there in tight black boxer-briefs and a shirt, already looking like some hot scene from one of his videos, making me want to drool right onto the floor below.
“I agree, by the way,” I said, transfixed as he pulled off his shirt. “I might be ethical enough to know I won’t fuck you unless you really want it, but I’m never going to stop you from getting naked, drunk or not.”
He dragged his palm across the bulge in his boxer-briefs, the outline of his cock clearly visible. My heart raced as he tuggedthe waistline just slightly, and the tip of his cock protruded out of the top of it.
I groaned. My mouth was literally watering now, just from seeing that tiny glimpse of his cock. The cock I’d gotten off to, probably a hundred times.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said. “I’m either dreaming or losing my mind.”
“Stop anytime you need to, Adam.”
“I don’t want to stop,” he said. “I want to get naked in front of you, and I don’t think I give a damn how embarrassed I’ll be tomorrow morning.”
I gave him a nod. “Trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“This is the first night I haven’t been deeply anxious around an attractive guy… probably in my whole life,” Adam said, and for a split second I swore I saw a deep pain behind his eyes. “I know I’m going to wake up again tomorrow morning and be myself again. And to be honest, I’m kind of fucking sick of myself. Sick of being anxious and afraid.”
I swallowed again, nodding at him. “I understand.”
“So, yeah, I’m drunk,” he continued, “but also, I just want to get naked and make a fool of myself and havefun.”
“Fuck yes,” I said.
He pushed off his boxer-briefs and his cock bobbed free, hard and pink at the tip. If I thought my mouth was watering before, it was ten times more now. He reached his arms above his head, stretching his torso, his perfect body on full display.
“So isthishow your hookups usually go?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
I pushed my hair back with my fingers. “Can’t say I’ve ever had anyone strip naked in my kitchen while we’re about to make breakfast foods,” I told him. “But I have to say, I am ahugefan of it.”
“Will you film me?” he asked. “Cooking naked in your kitchen?”
My interest perked up.
Adam reallywasfun when he was being himself.
“You just have to promise not to hurt yourself, okay?” I asked. “Stay back from the hot pans.”
He smiled, leaning his head to one side in a flirty way that made me want to explode. “I promise.”