Dylan woke the next morning with the sun shining onto his face. He was still in shock from his dream, how real it was. Kyle had already gotten out of bed and left the room. Dylan just laid there for a bit stretching before forcing himself to get up. He went into Kyle's bathroom to rinse his face and looked in the mirror. Dylan had the worst case of bed head although it looked very adorable on him. He opened the bedroom door and was met instantly by Tim's teasing, "Oooh shit, look who's doing the walk of shame!" Dylan blushed and laughed it off, "Yeah yeah, Tim, nothing happened." walking past him towards the kitchen. "Mmhmm, I'm sure bro." Tim replied still laughing.
Tim sat confidently on the sofa in just his boxers eating a bowl of cereal. Tim had a short and tight muscular build, he was a regular gym rat and loved to show it. His chest and arms were tatted up and he had a very frat boy appeal. His arms were solid and his biceps rippled as he held his bowl with his elbows propped on his thick muscular thighs which were on full display with the way his already small boxers hiked up to his hips. Even though he was a grown young man, he still watched cartoons.
Kyle stood in the kitchen wearing running shorts and a tank. It always surprised Dylan that these two straight hunks were so comfortable with themselves around him. Most guys would cut the fun short once the first playful flirty joke came their way, but they didn't seem to care. Kyle, Tim, and even Ben, who had finally gone home, had always been very welcoming and comfortable with gay guys. Probably because they knew that they'd always get good attention from a gay guy, especially when a girl gave them nothing or maybe they really were just that open and accepting. Either way Dylan wasn't going to question it, especially when he always had guy-candy to appreciate. Dylan started to make a cup of coffee and as he was doing so Kyle turned toward him and leaned back against the counter.
"So guess what, I got a message from the club and they want me to go back for another trial." Kyle exclaimed. Dylan sneered at him and then turned back to his coffee.
"What Dyl? Why the ugly look?" Kyle said knowing exactly what Dylan was thinking by the look on his face.
"You're seriously gonna go back? That guy was a sleaze, all they want you to do is get naked, dance for some dirty queens on a box and eventually do shady back door porn like some clubs do."
Kyle smiled and said, "Well I got news for them, I'm a terrible dancer... watch this." He started doing a terrible white-boy-shuffle. They both started to laugh. "Stop Kyle, you're so dumb," Dylan said with a flirty giggle.
"Hey guy's, are you two done blowing each other in there? I'm gonna go start my shift. It's show time!" Tim called from the living room. He performed on a web cam site. It started out as a side gig to pay off some of his school loans and now it's just more of a fun hobby with quick money. Who wouldn't want to be home in just their underwear, or less, all day chatting, jerking off and getting paid for it? Tim had a faithful audience and they loved him, some would even purchase gifts for him from his amazon wish list, which he would then model on cam and strip it off slowly.
Kyle walked over and put his hands on the counter on either side of Dylan trapping him between his arms, Dylan glanced at the veins in his biceps as they popped out. "Look I'm going to go for a quick trial and if it doesn't work out then it wasn't meant to be." Kyle's chest expanded from a deep breath, his pecs peeked out from the top and sides of his tank. Dylan wanted so bad to to touch Kyle, to put his lips to his, he was still horny from his wet dream.
Dylan swooned. Kyle smelled wonderful. Dylan looked him straight on, fighting back his urge to kiss Kyle's beautiful lips. With a deep sigh, "Kyle, I'm sorry if I seem like a nag, it just doesn't feel right." Dylan found himself lost in Kyle's eyes and looked down to the broad muscular chest in view. Quickly peering down, the bottom of Kyle's shorts that were cut mid thigh exposing his thick muscular legs. What a sight.
"Hey buddy, eyes up here." Kyle caught Dylan off guard, grabbed Dylan's cup of coffee and took a sip. He was so very close, close enough to kiss without even trying. "Thanks Dyl," Kyle walked away leaving the kitchen with the mug going back to his room. Kyle's butt filled the shorts nicely swaying left to right as he walked. Dylan sighed and made another cup and went to the living room, the tv still on cartoons. While flipping channels Dylan could hear music from Tim's room. Tim usually had music on to drown out background noise for when his roommates were home and to keep his own moans quiet from them.
After a few episodes of some home renovation shows Kyle came into the living room and told Dylan he'd be back, time for his morning run. "Don't have too much fun today," Kyle said as he walked out the door.
Spence sat in his office at Club Exit, typing into his computer, he was watching cam footage. Tim was on screen, reclining on his bed playing with his nipples and rubbing his stomach in between chat responses. He moved his hand down to his crotch massaging and fondling himself. It was clear he was getting hard. The chat window was flooding with users asking to see dick and ass, without tipping or private chatting as usual on these types of sites. Tim was no fool, he knew someone would pay to see him stroke his dick until shooting a huge load all over himself. He'd been practicing, teaching himself how to control his orgasm. He'd now reached the ability to shoot a few feet, and the size of his cum shots had increased greatly as well.
'Very nice bb, big dick?' Spence typed.
'Oh yeah, I could use some help with it... wanna cum and watch me bb?' Tim typed back, returning his hand back to his package.
Spence used an emoticon with its tongue out, and sent an invite to private chat. Once in the private window, Spence typed away, 'Well here we are stud.' Spence was always so busy working for Marcus that he never had time to have his own fun. Night after night he saw attractive men come and go, Marcus enjoyed the spoils, while he did the clean up. Spence was horny and wanted to get off with this stud, even if it was through cyberspace.
Tim sat up for this session and excused himself to gather toys and such, seeing as how the users paid extra for this he would make things more interesting. 'What do you want me to do bb, dance... strip... jerk?' By this time multiple users had signed into the private chat as well.
Spence reclined back in his chair unzipping his pants, 'Flex for me, show me your body.' Tim did so, striking poses, exposing every muscle he had worked so hard for. Other users in the chat started asking for more, tipping to reach tip goals in order for the performers to do more than just chat. Tim had some type of dance music in the background and was swaying his hips. 'Why don't you turn up your music and dance for me..' Spence continued while sliding his hand against his own crotch. His briefs grew tighter with each of his strokes. Tim began to move his body more and rub his torso, his chest flexed and his abs rippled. Tim bounced his pecs, and Spence smiled, a wet spot began to form on the front of his briefs.
Soon the tips reached the required amount and Tim dropped his boxers exposing a massive thick cut cock of 9" with balls to match nestled in a very small trimmed bush with a treasure leading up to his naval. The chat window lit up. As Tim turned around exposing his round firm ass Spence released himself from his briefs and began to stroke himself. Tim rubbed his cheeks spanking himself and started to spread them. Spence relished this sight, peering at Tim's hole. Truly a straight boy, his pucker was pink and tight. Tips continued to flow.
'Turn back around bb,' Spence typed, 'jerk for me'. Tim turned around and began to stroke his shaft. His swollen balls bounced up and down. Tim leaned back, his body was covered in sweat and glistened under the lights in his room. His strong chest heaving with deep breaths. He picked up a fleshlight from his bed and started to tease the swollen purple head of his dick with it.
Marcus suddenly entered the room. Startled, Spence covered himself and slowly tried to button his pants and fasten his belt. Marcus was holding a briefcase and asked for assistance. Spence hesitated and Marcus demanded he come over at once. While approaching Marcus stared at him, not to one to be kept waiting "The prototypes we worked on are ready, it's time to try them out." The two men had been working on a series of sex toys that were more advanced than that of the current market.
Spence smiled, "That's good news, with this we can expand into the fetish market. So when do we start?" Spence asked eagerly.
"I have the perfect guy in mind" Marcus replied, with a devilish look in his eyes.
Looking down, Marcus reached his hand into Spence's open fly squeezing his hard on, "Sure you haven't already tried out the toys? You're hard as a rock already." . Marcus teasingly squeezed again and gave a few solid strokes showing his dominance and then exited the room.
Spence took a deep breath grabbing himself realizing his cam session was still going, he hurried back to his desk, Tim had finished. He was licking his fingers seeming to have tasted himself after what seemed to have been one of his trademark money shots. Spence's charge account had been deducted two hundred dollars and Tim signed out. Pissed off that he had missed the show that he paid for Spence slammed the lid of his lap top down and adjusted himself before zipping his pants and fastening his belt. "Fuck....."
