Author's note: This is erotic fantasy and completely fictional. The main character, Jack, is a fictional, generic social media star / influencer, and is not a real person. As always, would love to get feedback in comments and messages.
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For Jack, moving back to his hometown was risky, but something he really wanted to make work. He'd spent years building up his way as an influencer across social media and he always had a distinct charm and a decent following. A lot of the influencer business is centered around LA, where you can connect with agents and sponsors, film sunny videos, and have a place to spend the ridiculous salaries young adults like Jack pull in. But as much as he tried, he never felt at home in LA... he really just wanted somewhere he could have a large home, have family around, find a normal girlfriend, and be away from all the drinking and the partying. Hence his move back home, where he got a house, dog and girlfriend, and tried to keep up his career.
His popularity has been hurting some though, and so at his agent's urging he is back in LA for a week to try and collab with some Youtubers, film some fresh videos, and have an excuse to take some shirtless beach photos. Jack prides himself on his prudeness, and likes to think he has a following for her personality and wit, but he can't deny every shirtless photo he posts gets way more likes than anything else, and his agent won't let him forget it.
He had just landed that evening, grabbed his favorite meal at Chipotle, and checked into his Airbnb. It was a gorgeous one bedroom in Santa Monica, and they left a welcome basket on the table including a bottle of wine.
Jack was raised properly and taught to never break the law, so he had never even had a sip of wine until he recently turned 21. He thought back on his 21st birthday, celebrated with his family of course, and the amazing BBQ and delicious cake thy got him. At the end of the evening, his mom poured her usual glass of red wine, and poured a little half-glass for Jack too. Although he thought it tasted horrible and bitter, he felt so much like an adult drinking it with his parents.
Feeling lonely in the large apartment, and missing his family, he decides he'll have an evening glass of wine like his mom always does. He finds a wine bottle opener and fumbles with the bottle in the kitchen. Some of the cork falls into the bottle when he opens it, which he's not sure if that's normal or not, but he pours a glass.
His phone vibrates over on the couch and he heads over and sits down.
"How's LA? <3" his girlfriend has texted him.
"It's okay, same as always. Miss u," he sends back.
"Be good, that's a crazy city."
"haha I always am babe. I left here for a reason. I'm just staying in tonight."
He wasn't really paying attention and had finished the wine while he was texting. This one went down smoother. Are there different kinds of wine? He wonders. He doesn't realize that he's a bit buzzed and figures another glass is fine.
He spends the next hour like he spends most of his downtime... on social media. He responds to a couple of Instagram comments and posts a story of his Airbnb to let everyone know he arrived safely in LA. He's been doing this for so many years now that it feels so normal to him to report all his whereabouts to his followers. Very little of his life is private.
He does make sure the wine isn't visible in the video though. His agent has been over this a million times with him: his entire brand niche is about him being innocent. No swearing, no alcohol or partying, and be smart about sexy photos.
Being shirtless on the beach is totally fine, because even Christian guys take their shirts off on a hot day at the ocean! But anything with underwear needs to be carefully run by his agent for approval, and it's usually just the waistband showing. Even then, his followers always latch on to the pictures right away and he gets shared around all sorts of "sexy guys" Tumblrs and Instas.
A few minutes later he checks back in on his story. It's doing okay, but he still doesn't get the viewer count he used to. He's been steadily losing followers since moving out of LA, probably because he just has less things happening in his life to post about.
The second glass of wine is really hitting him. Which makes sense since he's light and has no tolerance. He's nostalgically thinking about the burst in views and attention he's gotten from his underwear pictures, and is feeling desperate for surge of attention tonight. Stardom has really gotten to him, and he's craving the ton of followers he used to get with every post.
"Fuck it," he says out loud. He only ever curses in private, so this gives him a bit of a rush in addition to the wine swirling around inside him. He stands up, pulls off his jeans and shirt, and heads into the bedroom where there is a full-length mirror. He's taken so many selfies for the internet that he has his system down, and quickly identifies the right level of lighting, and how to angle his body.
Looking himself over, he's feeling pretty good. He's been gyming pretty regularly, and it shows in his abs and biceps. He desperately wishes he had any amount of chest hair, but his body hair is relegated to his armpits, some on his legs, and his pubes, none of which he has ever had to shave or trim.
Right as he's about to take the photo he realizes he's wearing plain black briefs, and he can do better. He ruffles through his bag and pulls out the one of the few decent pairs of underwear he has with him, and quickly changes. At this point he's starting to get hard, and he has to shuffle around the bulge in the tight underwear so its not noticable.
He takes a quick Snap of himself in the mirror and publishes it. Usually every social media post takes a bunch of tries to get perfect, but he's feeling impulsive and doesn't give this one a second thought.
He hops onto the bed, wearing just his underwear, eyes glued to his phone. Each view he gets on his Snapchat story gets him excited. Hopefully people forward it around and earn him some more followers.
He's surprised to catch himself absentmindedly stroking his cock through the tight briefs. He's never had sex (waiting for marriage of course), but he also tries really hard to stay true to God and not masturbate. It makes him perpetually horny though. He's constantly thinking about sex, imagining everyone naked, and getting hard out in public. Now that he's drunk, laying in bed, and in his underwear, there isn't much hope of resisting. It's been about three months since he last failed at his abstinence, and already from the mindless stroking a pool of precum is forming.
Before he can stop himself, he flips over to his phone's web browser and types "porn" into Google. He's now past the point of no return, his underwear is off and he's rigorously stroking his 5 inch cock (which is just oozing precum), while he watches a vanilla porn video of a hunky guy fucking this woman in a bed.
Another reason jacking off makes him feel so shameful is, he always finds himself focusing on the man in the videos. This guy has a huge cock that looks super hot and Jack wants to see it better, so he fast-forwards the video to where the woman is blowing him at the end. The man cums all over her face, and Jack is getting close, imagining his own, cute face getting covered with the man's cum. He sticks out his tongue, fantasising about it, as his breathing gets faster and he instinctively pumps his hips up and down.
But right before he climaxes for the first time in three months, he's interrupted by a Facetime call. This snaps him out of his lustful trance and he instantly feels dirty and gross for the gay thoughts he was having. He sits up, tries to compose himself, and answers on the last ring.
"Hey bro you're in LA again! Me and the crew are going out tonight want to come?"
Jack recognizes Bryan, but he barely knows him. Bryan is one of the many wannabe Youtube stars, who lives in LA desperate to meet other famous influencers to latch on to. Jack met him at an influencer networking event and liked him at first, but eventually the constant messages to hang out and "maybe collab" made him realize he was just trying to use him.
"Uh hey man, you know going out isn't really my thing."
Even as Jack says it though, he's thinking that if he stays home there is no way he won't go back to jacking off thinking of men cumming on his face. Maybe it would be good to go out until late, come home and just pass out, and wake up more in-control tomorrow.
"Bro you could never come out before because you refused to get a fake like everyone else in LA, but you're 21 now! You have no excuse."
The impulsiveness of the alcohol contributes to it too, and Jack gives in. Bryan is so completely stoked and texts over the address they're pregaming at. Jack rushes around the Airbnb, pulling back on his precum-soaked briefs, throwing on some wrinkled dress clothes from his bag, and calls an Uber.
