What else could I say?
“You want that, right? The real deal?” He asked, stroking his cock.
Again, I nodded yes.
In a corner of my mind, I wondered if he would give up his stupid morals and let me suck his juicy cock despite of my supposed fagginess. I kind of wanted to do it, just so he could no longer say that he was uncomfortable with me blowing him! It was like I needed to prove a point.
“Stroke it.” He ordered.
I practically jumped on his cock. It was throbbing, already wet, the veins were pulsating in my hands. When I caressed his balls, I noticed that they were sweatier than usual. Probably from the working-out.
“You fucking love that, don’t you?”
I stroked harder.
“I asked you a question, tell me that you love to stroke my big dick.”
“I love to stroke you big dick, Sir.”
“Tell me you wish you could have your hands on my meat every single day of the week, every hour, every minute.”
“Oh, yes, Sir.”
“Yes, what?”
“I wish I could hold and touch your cock all the time.”
“Good boy.” He smiled at me. “You would love to put it in your mouth too, right?”
“Right, Sir.”
“To suck it deep and swallow my juice. Tell me how much you’d like it.”
“I would love it, Sir. Sucking on your big juicy cock and swallow all your cum would be a dream come true, Sir. I’m begging you.”
It was a shock to hear me say that.
Later on that night, lying in my bed, I thought about it a lot. What had come through me?
Of course, I was only roleplaying and it did not mean anything but still, I never thought those words would come out of my mouth, while I was jacking off another man’s cock… in front of a camera!
Unaware of my inner struggles, Robbie seemed over the moon.
“Oh, fuck yeah! You wish to have my monster cock filling up your throat. Hard!”
Instinctively, I got my face closer to the forbidden dickhead. My heart was racing in my chest. Was I really about to do this? I really thought that I was.
But Robbie pushed me away with his hand. He was pressing my forehead far away from his gigantic cock.
“Not today, cunt. I told you that no faggy would be allowed to feast on my cock until he shows me how much he deserves it.”
I thought that it was so fucking clear that Robbie wanted it too though. How did I misread the signs?! Sometimes, my roommate was just impossible to read.
One thing was for sure: he was about to cum. He even had to move himself from the situation not to explode. He checked what our two horny viewers were saying.
Robbie looked satisfied with the comments.
“Oh look, you have some features they want to see as well! Who knew you would interest anyone?” He mocked me.
Why did he have to be such a dick when we were filming content?
I thought about my big cock trapped in my underwear. My nicest feature if you want my opinion. I was, once again, fully hard. Would I finally be allowed to jerk off while recording a video? I could only wish but nope… at least, not this time.
“They want to see your big ass.” Robbie specified.
“Sir?”
“Turn around and show them.”
I got out of character for a split second.
“Rob… I…”
“Bitch, that’s not a question. Besides, I’m doing all the work here, always showing myself off, you could show something too, for once, participate a little.”
Damn it, we were recording live so it was impossible to argue with Robbie without damaging the content for the clients, and that would be something he would never forgive. But showing my ass was something I was not prepared for.
Why would they even want to see this part of me? That was so gay!
“Come on, that’s nothing, that’s just a bum, stop overthinking it.” Robbie insisted, using his more usual, normal tone.
What the hell? Compared to everything else I was doing, sliding down my boxer briefs to expose my ass was certainly not the worst of it!
What happened next was still weird though. As I turned around, bent over on the floor and flaunted my ass, I could hear Robbie’s fapping again.
“That’s some gorgeous ass there. Looks fucking yummy to me!”
I remained silent, unsure on what to do next. At least, I had figured by myself that I needed to bend over and arched my back.
“Bitch, you’re not showing everything though. You’re not at the gym going for a shower, we are expecting a show, twerk it and… spread it.”
My face could no longer be seen on screen but it was definitely full-on red. This was very degrading but something inside of me compelled me to keep going.
First, I wanted to please Robbie above anything else in the world, and second, I was hard as a rock!
I must have been enjoying this somehow…
“You like that daddy?” I heard me say as I was shaking my ass.
He slapped my left ass cheek with his foot.
“Fuck yeah, daddy loves that!”
Without any warning, I felt two strong hands grabbing my big butt. Damn it, Robbie’s hard and threatening cock was so close to my ass, I even felt it rubbing against my bum a couple of times.
“Barely any single hair, there. A quick shave and you’ll be smooth like a girl.”
He casually remarked while spreading my ass cheeks and exposing my hole to the viewers.
I had never felt so vulnerable.
For a brief moment, I was aware of what could happen next and I panicked.
“Don’t fuck me!” I yelled.
Robbie just laughed and spanked my ass harder.
“You wish I would fuck that big ass of yours.”
He slid his cock in my ass-crack. I felt it throbbing against my hole.
“Please…”
Another spank.
“Daddy should punish you for expressing such an opinion. You should beg for me to destroy your virgin hole!”
Was he serious? Was this something he would consider doing? Obviously, I would never agree to that, I was no queer!
The humping, rubbing, spanking and dirty talking kept on going for a good ten minutes — my ass ended up purple and it hurt a lot — but Robbie did not get much closer to my anus. Well, any closer and he would have been right inside of it.
Thank God, he did not intend to go that far.
At least, not yet.
“This got me excited to blow my loads, bitch. Come here so I can feed it all to you.”
I turned around. Robbie stood up. He was naked, glistening, stinking like male, dripping with precum, his muscles tensed and flexed, his veins popping.
What a gorgeous God he was. The fags watching must have been in awe.
I got on my knees, right in front of his cock. It looked humongous.
My own dick moved in my pants. I could not be homo. That was not right. But this dick looked damn perfect.
“How bad you want to taste it?” Robbie asked.
I gulped.
I could not say the truth of what I was feeling.
“I’ll let you have a lick.” Robbie conceded.
I was excited.
Fuck. What was wrong with me?
“A single lick, though. Is that clear? Nothing more.”
I nodded yes.
His dick was slimy with spit and saliva. It looked alive. It begged to be taken care of.
“What are you waiting for?” Robbie asked.
Nothing. I was ready.
I had forgotten all about my hatred for anything related to gay sex. I had forgotten all about my principles. I stuck my tongue out, reached for the base of Robbie’s balls and licked his balls and entire shaft up slowly until I reached the top and his wet cockhead.
“Oh fuck…” He moaned. “Your dad would be so proud.”