Page 16 of Double Obsession

He looked into the lens and cleared his throat. “Good mornin’. I have the best fans in the world, and I’m excited to be spending the day with you all. Be sure to keep checking back for sexy content. Message me what turns you on, and let’s have some fun!” He ran a hand through his uncombed do. “Up next! Join me in the shower?” He winked and smiled.

Once his phone was off, he groaned.

Lizzie leaped from the bed and trotted after him as he took his naked body, his waterproof case, and his camera into the shower and pressed record.

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Stripping down to a red cock hammock that made his already large bulge appear gargantuan, Hunter took his fans on a hike.

In the early evening, Clark videotaped as Hunter invited his fans on an intimate date in his Brooklyn backyard. He shared his mother’s special marinade while grilling steak and veggies. Earlier, he’d stuck a basket of red flowers and some candles in the center of the picnic table, set for two. He’d strung globe lights across the backyard. For the final touch, he’d purchased a flowered apron that tied around his waist—the only thing he wore except pink underwear.

Fully in character, Hunter turned his thonged ass crack toward Clark, looked over his shoulder, and shimmied. Clark zoomed in, clamped his lips tight, and clamped a hand over his mouth to stop a chortle.

Hunter piled food on his “fan’s” plate, filled wine glasses, and sang out, “Bon appetit.I’ll be back with dessert, and then we’ll really have some fun.” He pushed a forkful of steak towards the camera so that the person on the other end could take a virtual bite. He licked his lips and acted out his sexiestyummoan.

Once the camera was off, Hunter threw on shorts and a t-shirt and carried his plate to the table. Unfortunately, satiating his stomach was out since he needed to look ripped for the rest of the shot.

Clark grabbed the fan offering and scarfed every bite. He even licked the plate clean. “Dessert time.” He picked up a chunk of zucchini that had fallen to the ground and tossed it at Hunter.

Hunter wiped at the oil spot left by the projectile veggie, then glared at his plate. Protein and veggies were getting old and he’d kill for a baked potato with cheese, butter, bacon, and sour cream. He shoved the last hunk of cow into his mouth and spoke with his mouth full. “Give me a minute. I’ve got to get the strawberries and whipped cream.” He gathered the dirty dishes.

“I’ll take cake with mine.” Clark shot him an obnoxious toothy grin.

“If you turn into a lard-ass, you’ll be burping your own worm,” Hunter fired back.

Clarkharrumphed.“When was the last time you got laid?”

Hunter refused to admit that it had been almost two weeks.

With hours of work ahead of him, he wasn’t in the mood to play housekeeper. He stomped to the kitchen and dumped the dishes in the sink. He hadn’t had time to look for an assistant, so he’d call Bianca and tell her to go ahead and find someone trustworthy. He grabbed the strawberries and whipped cream from the refrigerator and met Clark in the living room.

“Video?” Clark asked.

Hunter considered the most sensual way to showcase the aphrodisiacs. “Nah, let’s just do stills.”

He stripped to the thong, coated his chest with whipped cream, ran a strawberry through it, and held the fruit to his lips.

Clark laughed his ass off. “Damn, dude. Could you try to look like you’re turned on?”

“Take the fucking pic–”

Clark clicked.

Hunter growled, then switched into seduction mode.

For the finale, he dropped his bottoms, hid his cock behind layers of whipped cream, turned on his bedroom eyes, and busted out a dozen racy poses.

At the end of the date, he crawled into bed and sent a goodnight message. “Hey, guys. I hope you had a great time. I know I did. At last check, we had 5,233 subscribers. I’m blown away by the love and the messages. Give me time and I’ll respond to you all.” He flashed a peace sign. “I’ll be back tomorrow with more super sexy content. Night, babes. Sweet dreams.” He winked, then smiled.

Once his camera stopped, he climbed out of bed and donned a sweatshirt and shorts. “Come on, guys. Let’s go for a walk,” he called to his real babes.

Lizzie trotted and Buddy tottered to his side.

On the way out the door, he grabbed a handful of cookies and devoured them.

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An hour later, a naked Hunter tumbled into bed for real. His pups curled up in their spots and, within seconds, were snoring. He was too tired to party or contact one of his many booty calls. However, once he finished posting, he might have enough energy to jerk off.