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Feeling like he was being led into a trap, he glared at the twink smiling up at him.

“How about… we’ll see.”

Seeming happy with that answer, Cameron went back to drawing circles across his stomach and casually playing with his chest hair.

18

BASHER

Apparently, “we’ll see” was code for “fine, let’s do this.”

It only took Basher about a week to finally give in and let Cameron film them fucking.

He still wasn’t sure about it, but he would never turn down an opportunity to stick his dick inside those gorgeous cheeks of Cameron’s.

“I think we should first start off with a blow-job scene, just me sucking you off, then build up to us fucking,” Cameron said, setting up multiple cameras and double-checking that the lighting was just right. “This way, we can tease the viewers. Make them keep coming back for more.”

“Kind of like, not giving them the whole cow on the first try?” Basher asked, lying shirtless on the bed, his jeans hanging low on his hips, teasing the sharp V that had a way of making women—and gay men—lose their minds.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say ‘cow,’ but I think you got the gist of it. Running a cam show is all about making customers want more. If you give it all out up front, they have no reason to come back again and again.”

That made sense. Just like with cocaine, the first hit was free, then you get them hooked and wanting more.

Or tasting Cameron’s ass. Once he had a lick, he knew he was addicted and needed to have more.

So far this week, he’d eaten Cam’s ass twice and plowed his ass three times.

Cameron had insisted that they not fuck last night, using the excuse that he wanted Basher to save his load for filming. The bigger the load, the larger the tips.

Or so he claimed.

“So? Are you ready?” Cam asked, standing in front of the tripod holding the camera that would be their main shot. The others were for snippets and alternative angles to mix things up as they went.

Basher adjusted the black leather mask he insisted on wearing. There was no fucking way he was showing his face over the porn universe.

Cameron had purchased the mask at a local sex shop—yes, even he was surprised that a small town such as Baton had a sex shop tucked away between a liquor store and a video store. Yes, they had one of those as well.

The mask was leather, with gold etchings around the top and just under the eyes. It gave the mask a sort of elegance that made the shoot feel a little less… porny.

“Give me a sec,” Basher muttered, giving his cock a few tugs.

No man wanted a tiny penis, especially when flaunting it all over the internet.

Cameron gave him a smirk as he watched him play with his dick.

“What? The guy’s a little shy.”

Cameron just smiled.

When Basher was feeling good and confident, he nodded to Cameron that he was ready.

“Okay. First, I’ll introduce you to all my subscribers, then I’ll start going down on you.”

“Sounds good.”

That sounded simple enough. He had been getting blow jobs since he was sixteen. There wasn’t much to the mechanics except that now his dick was going to be broadcast to all of Cameron’s subscribers.

Nodding, Cameron turned to face the camera, hitting Record before jumping on the bed next to Basher.