Page 14 of Caged Hunger

His dick began to thicken.

After clicking on a video that looked promising from its title, he propped the tablet up on a pillow and reached for the bottle of lube beside his thigh.

The screen filled with Cameron’s smiling face, welcoming his viewers to another one of his videos.

Yup, it was definitely Cameron posting the videos.

Drizzling some lube into his hand, he began slowly pulling on his cock as he stared at the smiling bartender introducing his scene partner.

The guy joining Cameron on camera was older—perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, tall and muscular, with a jawline that could cut glass.

He wondered whether Cameron was into older guys or if this was just a one-off scene partner he’d chosen. He’d have to scan the rest of the videos later to confirm his suspicions.

Slowly unbuttoning the man’s jeans, the object of Basher’s obsession over the last few days dropped to his knees and pulled out the man’s thick cock.

Fuck, Cameron looked stunning on his knees, his lips glistening with a thin sheen of saliva, mouth open and ready to accept the meat that was about to be given to him.

Basher adjusted himself on the bed, wanting to get more comfortable for what was about to be a very hot video.

With his cock hardening in his hand, he watched as Cameron began sucking the guy’s cock on-screen.

Jesus, the boy knew what he was doing. He worked the guy’s dick slow at first, then fast, then shallow, then deep, pulling from the man such sinful moans. Basher was beginning to get jealous.

It was a weird storm of emotions.

He was extremely turned on watching Cameron suck dick, but he was also kind of jealous. He didn’t enjoy watching the object of his obsession get up close and intimate with someone who wasn’t him.

Gripping his cock hard, he stroked himself, keeping in pace with Cameron’s lips.

Fuck, he was getting close.

Suddenly, the camera panned to a shot of Cameron’s face. His gorgeous blue eyes stared into the camera as he hungrily swallowed his scene partner’s dick.

Then Cameron let out a moan.

That was enough to send Basher over the edge. His balls tightened, and his stomach muscles flexed. The next thing he knew, his stomach and chest were being covered in ropes of warm cum.

He threw his head back and continued jerking his cock until his balls were empty.

Lights flashed before his eyes as he experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

Falling back against the pillow behind him, he let out a huff—tired and spent. That had to be the biggest load he had ever shot. Around him, he could still hear the sinful sounds of Cameron slopping on some dude’s dick.

Fuck, that boy was in so much trouble.

Basher had found his new favorite obsession, and it came in the form of a cute, five-foot-nine bundle of sunshine, with crystal-blue eyes and a smoldering smile.

If he had his way, that bartender’s hole would never be the same.

7

CAMERON

Hopping out of the back of the van, Cameron pulled the last few cases of beer to the edge and mentally counted how many more trips he would have to make.

There were three cases, so judging by the lack of strength in his arms, he would have to make another three trips.

Damn it. Sometimes he wished he were a big, muscled dude like Caden or Nikolai. If he had their muscle capacity, he wouldn’t have to spend so much time rushing back and forth trying to get set up.