Part II - Chapter 5

Even though I had fun at the party, after that day I had gone back to sulking in my dorm room and skipping classes. Somehow the breakup with Julian was hitting me harder than I expected even though I thought I was fine.

Noel and I ended up texting from time to time, but there wasn't really much of a connection between us. By the end of the year, he apparently ended up getting a boyfriend before we could actually hook up, so I decided to leave him be.

After finishing the semester and getting a good grade for each of my classes (yes, Julian at least gave me a good mark even though I skipped his classes), I had made the decision to take a break from school and move back home with my parents. I found that I no longer had motivation to continue this program at the moment—not without Julian.

He was my everything. And now we would never see each other again.

I told my parents that I was experiencing depression being alone at school, which was true, Julian really broke my heart. But I left the part about Julian out completely. Just being at school made me feel like shit. Even though my parents pissed me off sometimes, all I wanted was to at least sulk in the comfort of my own living room while eating my mom's homemade food as she hugged me.

Nia was sad that I was going to go, but I assured her that it wasn't going to be the last time we'd see each other. We had grown to become such good friends, so we promised each other that we'd stay in touch and see each other again someday.

And so, I ended up moving back in with my parents, spending most of my time alone crying and sulking, or sitting on the old swing in our backyard just thinking about shit for an hour or two daily.

Since my parents were worried about me and what my depression would lead to, they suggested that I at least get a part-time job nearby. I decided to at least give it a try if it would take my mind off of Julian. Plus, I've been wanting to make my own money.

That's how I ended up working at the grocery store near my high school. It definitely wasn't my ideal job, but at least I was earning some money and actually focusing on something other than Julian. I wanted to save up in case I wanted to live on my own in the future. My co-workers mostly consisted of older women and men ranging from just a few years older to triple my age, and a few high-schoolers working with me as well. There was even this one co-worker I had who was a younger girl who had an obvious crush on me, and she would blush furiously and get tongue-tied whenever I was around.

My nineteenth birthday ended up rolling around in February, and Nia actually drove out to see me, which meant a lot to me. We spent the day eating food before driving up to a nice spot I knew about where we could have a nice view while we just hung out on the hood of her car and had a deep conversation. It was nice. I definitely preferred it over celebrating my birthday with a party.

My parents were surprisingly nice to Nia, even though I thought they were going to lecture me about how I shouldn't be hanging around girls. But no, after I came home from spending the day with Nia, they told me that they were glad that I found a close friend to keep me company while I was at school. Not the reaction I expected.

I became quite popular on Flumblr, I had actually reached over twenty thousand followers! It made me feel more confident about myself, and knowing I had a lot of fans really made me happy. Seems a lot of people really like my face.

Well… Not just my face.

Because of how popular I became on Flumblr, a lot of people had been leaving me suggestive messages. Even though I'd usually just raise a brow at those kinds of comments, it somehow raised my self-esteem that a lot of people wanted to admire me in that way.

I liked it. I wouldn't ever outwardly admit it, but I loved the attention. People on the internet loved me.

And me, going through my rebellious phase ever since getting dumped, decided to sign up for a site called LiveDream, where I began doing camboy work. It took me a long time to think it over before I began doing it—but I had convinced myself that it wouldn't hurt to try it out. So many people wanted to see if I was more than just a pretty face, so I wanted to show them what else I could do. And so, on weekends when I was alone, I'd set up my webcam in my room and get to work.

Usually I was bad at talking to people—but it was somewhat easier for me to communicate with others without having to talk to them face-to-face. So having a live chat where people could just send messages and have me respond to them out loud was good for me. I even thought it was helping my speaking skills a bit, too.

It started off fairly innocent. I wasn't the kind of camboy who would spread my asshole out on camera for people to see all the way up my colon, but rather I liked to talk to my viewers, fully clothed. Maybe tease them a bit, flirt with them or roleplay with them, and if they wanted me to, I'd jerk off while I was streaming. I wouldn't show anything, but people seemed to love just seeing and hearing me get off.

And if they really liked it, they would virtually tip me. Ah, the age of the internet. So many ways to earn some cash without even having to leave the house.

I got more and more popular on both Flumblr and LiveDream, gaining new fans on both platforms. It made me happy that so many people liked me and wanted to watch me do dirty things. Over time, I slowly would do more for my viewers, from taking off my shirt and playing with my nipples to attempting to deepthroat various long vegetables, even to laying on my bed half-naked and just let my viewers watch me tease myself through my trunks.

I was heavily considering buying a skirt just for my streams, but I felt that it would have been too much of a hassle to buy one for myself and having to explain why I was buying it, plus an awkward "talk" with my parents if they ever found it. And so, I decided to put off buying a skirt to when I'd move out.

Juggling two jobs easily kept me distracted, but somehow, I longed for something more. I didn't know if maybe what I needed was another relationship like the one I had with Julian—I was still so heartbroken over him that I didn't know if I would be able to go through something like that again. I was scared if I ever fell in love again that it wouldn't last, and they would leave. That's what always happened.

All I knew is that I wanted something. I didn't know it yet at the time, but soon a certain something was definitely coming my way.

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I was scheduled to start my stream soon, already having my laptop all set up at my desk as I checked myself out on screen. I look good, I thought to myself. The lighting in my room was just right. Hopefully, my viewers think so, too.

My parents were at work and I knew what time they came home, so I had a good schedule to keep for my streams.

I waited until the countdown hit zero before I clicked the 'GO LIVE' button, the chat room being filled with greetings as I waved at the camera. "Hey, everybody."

A lot of users complimented me on how I looked, even though I was just wearing a plain blue T-shirt. "Thank you, everyone," I said, referring to all the compliments.

A few users asked me how my week was going and my plans for the weekend. I tapped my chin. "My week was okay. My weekday job is going alright, I can't complain if I'm earning money," I said. "No plans for this weekend other than to maybe stay in and read. If you guys have any book recommendations, you can message them to me on Flumblr."

The chat then filled with mixes of book recommendations, users complimenting me and telling me how much they loved me, and users asking me to take my clothes off already. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Wow, so impatient. You all want to see me nude already, I just got here!" I said playfully. "How about I get started on some foreplay to warm you all up?"

I smiled seeing an influx of excited responses in the chat. "Alright. Guess we can do a roleplay." I ran a hand through my hair as I bit down on my lip, looking down before looking up at the camera again, as if I was checking out the viewer like they were in front of me. I pretended like the viewer had caught me staring and let out a fake gasp before looking away shyly. "S-sorry… I couldn't help but look at you," I said innocently, twirling a piece of my hair. "You probably think I'm weird for checking you out, huh?"

I looked at the chat to see a lot of responses.

"No way, ur so cute!"

"dont apologize. you can look all u want pretty boy ;)"

"ADSGHJOFIDVNJVCKJDS YESSS PLS LOOK AT ME CODY"

I couldn't help but smile again. They're really just eating it up, huh? I'm barely even giving them anything here.

I went back into the role of playing a shy stranger. I pressed the pads of my index fingers together in a cute way, looking away from the camera. "W-what? You guys think I'm cute…?"

Another influx of chat messages with my audience agreeing, further inflating my ego. I giggled. "Then… You wouldn't mind if I…" I began to raise my shirt, showing off my chest before my fingers lightly pinched at my nipples. "...Played with myself a little bit?"

I checked that chat again to see the audience basically begin freaking out, many spamming emoticons with heart eyes or drooling faces. I smirked before rubbing my nipples between my fingers, sighing as I bit down on my lip. "Mmm… Do you like it when I touch myself like this?"

"Yes!"

"Show us more pls"

"love it, keep playing with urself baby"

"SO SEXY HOLY FUCK "

I continued to let my fingers play with my nipples as I let out soft little whimpers and moans, my face blushing as I looked at the camera with a demure look. Even if it was just acting, I still felt shy pleasing myself on air for tons of people to see.

"Nnn… You're starting to get me all worked up, I can feel myself growing down there," I said breathily, my right hand sliding down to my crotch to palm myself through my shorts while my left hand continued to play with my hard nipple.

My eyes scanned the chat as people were excitedly spamming the chat with compliments, encouraging me to keep touching myself or to go even further.

So I decided I'd go all the way, because why not. My viewers wanted to see me get off, like they always did.

I leaned over to the side of my desk to pump some lotion into my hand before sliding it under my waistband to grab my dick. I pulled down my shorts and trunks before I began to stroke myself. Even though it didn't show under my torso on screen, you could see my arm moving as the sound of slippery lotion could be heard with each stroke I gave myself. I ran my thumb over the slit of my cock, making me softly moan.

I moved my hand more, squeezing my cock and stroking faster as I sighed, closing my eyes and imagining myself being bent over a table and getting fucked. I didn't know by who, but I imagined that they had a nice big cock to slam into me and ruin my tight ass, making me take their big dick as they kept slamming into my prostate over and over again as the table shook, and I'd be a drooling, moaning, submissive mess.

Fuck, I'm really getting hard, I thought to myself as I whimpered out loud, continuing to please myself with my hand as I indulged myself further into my fantasy.

I felt like such a damn slut. And I liked it. I'm sure my viewers were loving it, as well. I wasn't even paying attention to the chat anymore, but rather just losing myself in my own pleasure, jerking myself to the thought of being used for my body, knowing people were watching me and probably getting off, too.

"Shit," I breathily let out as I continued to stroke myself faster. I parted my lips and kept letting out whines and moans. I imagined myself getting flipped over the table, as the imaginary man would look down at me and admire how cute and submissive I was for him. Even though I didn't know exactly whose face it was, I just knew that he was incredibly handsome. He would lick his lips and call me pretty, call me a good boy, grip my thighs and ram his cock in me as he thrusts back and forth.

My hand was stroking at full speed now, nothing but the sounds of slippery slaps and my whimpers of pleasure filling the room. I used my left hand to reach for some tissues from the tissue box next to me. I knew I was going to cum soon, it would just take a little bit more to send me over the edge. I imagined the man fucking me in my fantasy slamming himself against me, burying his cock in my insides as I feel his dick pulsate and ejaculate all of his seed inside of me.

I leaned my head back and cried loudly in an exaggerated way, squeezing my cock as I came into the tissues, my mind and body in complete bliss for a good few seconds. All that work for a short moment of paradise.

I took a moment to take a deep breath and calm down before rolling the tissue into a ball and tossing it into my trash bin. I looked over at the chat to see everyone losing their shit, people calling me either a 'good boy' or a 'naughty whore.' Many people seemed to be very pleased with my performance. I smiled seeing all the positive responses from my audience.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed watching me, everyone," I said with a little bow before reaching over to the hand sanitizer next to the lotion to pump some into my hands, rubbing my hands clean until they were dry. "I know, that was a bit short, huh?" I slightly raised my hips and pulled up my trunks and my shorts. "How about after I go take a short break, I'll come back and chat with you all, okay?" I said with a playful wink before pausing my stream and standing up with a sigh.

I walked to the bathroom to wash my hands, trying to rid my hands of the filthy things I did with them as I watched the soapy water circle down the drain.

I turned off the tap and dried my hands, taking a look at myself in the mirror. I truly had a face that some people would die for. Sometimes I didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. But I didn't care. I might as well use it to my advantage, right?

I walked down the hall to the kitchen to get a mug and some tea before pouring hot water from the kettle, as I had turned it on before streaming.

I returned to my bedroom with my tea and sat down before I unpaused my stream, waving at the camera. "I'm back," I said before reading the chat. People were welcoming me back, and I even got a donation from somebody.

I smiled. "Thank you so much for your twenty-dollar donation, PlantFather06, I appreciate that so much," I said, before blowing a kiss at the camera. It always felt so nice that people thought I was pretty enough to throw money at without me barely doing a thing.

I decided to stay online and talk to my audience for a little while, getting to know them a little bit. Sometimes it was interesting to hear what other people's lives are like. I always loved a good story.

And so I spent the rest of the evening sipping tea and getting to know some of the people in the chat who have been following me for a while. I learned about one of my followers who was apparently a twenty-year-old who was living with his boyfriend after his parents kicked him out for finding out he was gay. It was sad to hear that, and I began to worry about how my parents would react if they ever found out about me being gay. I just hoped to God that they would never find out about the things I do online. And I sure hoped they would never find out about Julian and I.

Before I knew it, it was early evening, and my parents would have been coming home soon. I said goodbye to my viewers before logging off and closing my laptop, grabbing my phone before laying down on my bed to continue reading an ebook I rented online. It was called Boy Cupid, which was a gay romantic comedy about a boy who has been playing matchmaker for his friend all his life, setting him up with different girls all throughout their lives, until he realizes that he's in love with his friend. It was cute and had the right amount of wit in its dialogue that made for an entertaining story. I always enjoyed a nice love story.

I wondered if I could have a love story like that. Probably not, but there's nothing wrong with wishing something like that could happen to me.

I wonder if I even deserved to have a love story like that. Daniel and Julian taught me that love was only temporary, it was something that made me so happy for such a short amount of time… But left just as fast.

And so, I decided I would make do with temporary.

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My parents had come home later that night, and my mother made dinner while my dad watched some sitcom on television. I helped set the table before the three of us ate.

It was mostly silent, but not in a discomforting way. We were all focusing on how well my mother's cooking was and found the silence peaceful.

"Next weekend is Nathan's birthday," my dad said as we ate. "He decided he wanted to throw a small party renting the party room space up at the community centre, and we'll be going to help him out."

I must have automatically rolled my eyes without even realizing after hearing that, as my mother had an annoyed look at her face seeing my response. "Now, Cody, don't be like that. It's your brother's birthday, after all. He even got you a gift for your birthday."

Yeah, ten dollars in a card, how thoughtful of him, I thought to myself.

"His friends and co-workers will be coming, so dress appropriately and be nice," my dad said before taking a bite of his dinner. "Don't wander off somewhere else and be absent for the entire party."

Well shit, there goes my plan to hide in the bathroom and pretend that I was having 'stomach problems' while I would actually be scrolling through social media on my phone.

"Okay," is all I responded with before continuing to eat my dinner.

After dinner, I helped my mother do the dishes before I headed to my room and checked what I could wear to Nathan's party. Maybe it was silly of me to already prepare my outfit for a party that was next weekend, but I always thought that it never hurt to be ready early.

I decided on a dark beige sweater vest with a white dress shirt and khakis to match. I set aside the folded clothes in my bottom dresser, where I kept sets of clothes ready to be worn, so that I could easily get changed. As I said before, I wasn't very stylish, so it wasn't hard for me to decide what to wear.

I checked my inbox on Flumblr, seeing a bunch of fanmail from my followers. A lot of them were telling me how much they loved watching my streams or seeing my blog on their timeline, along with some very explicit messages that were more humorous than sexy.

I sighed as I scrolled through the abundance of mail. Even though I liked getting attention on the internet like this, it had been quite a while since I had sex—I hadn't been with anyone since I was with Julian. Since I'm such an introvert, I didn't really go out of my way to meet up with anyone or anything like that. Although I'd like to get topped by a hot guy, the opportunity never came along.

But when the opportunity finally came… I didn't expect it at all. I never thought I'd do what I did at Nathan's party and the weeks following.

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The weekend of Nathan's birthday party finally came around. I decided to buy Nathan a gift card to the video game store at the mall, since I knew how much he was into that. I'm such a good brother, really.

After getting ready and heading out, my parents and I arrived at the community center, bringing in things that Nathan requested we would bring to the party, such as snacks and decorations.

We got to the party room, and it was fairly small, probably only for a small party with around ten to fifteen guests. Some tables and chairs were already set up, which probably came with renting the space. He and some other guys were setting up the speakers at the other side of the room.

When he turned and saw us, he got up and jogged over. "Hi mom, hi dad," he greeted our parents, giving the both of them a quick hug. He looked over at me. "Hey, Cody," he said, gesturing for me to take his hand as we engaged in an awkward bro-hug.

Turns out the two guys who were already helping Nathan were his university friends who were a musical duo trying to make it in the hip hop industry. Nathan offered them to perform at his birthday party if they helped him set up the party, which they couldn't turn down.

I helped decorate the room with my parents as the food Nathan ordered began to arrive. He even got a delicious-looking birthday cake that I couldn't wait to get into later. My parents seemed very pleased with Nathan for being able to set up such a good party, praising him for being 'so responsible!' I nearly wanted to puke from how much they gushed over him.

We took a good half an hour to finish setting everything up before guests began to arrive at the party. There were some guys I'd never seen before who looked kind of nerdy arriving, who Nathan introduced as his friends from the gaming club in university. I rolled my eyes at that, typical Nathan making gaming his priority, but I had to admit, I thought it was impressive that he managed to make some friends in university.

Two females and two males arrived in a group, who Nathan introduced as his study group in graduate school. That surprised me even more, as I didn't think Nathan had the capacity to befriend females. Maybe I didn't give him enough credit.

Some of Nathan's coworkers from his part-time job came as well, along with a few of his online friends he met through local online gaming. I was actually quite surprised that he had so many friends that did end up showing up.

I decided to have a drink of soda as I stood against the wall and watched as everyone else socialized with each other. Nathan actually seemed much more social than I remembered. I guess his life has really changed ever since he moved out.

Another group began to walk in the room, making me look first at their fancy black shoes before my eyes slowly scanned them up.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

There stood the trio of Nathan's childhood friends, the infamous trio consisting of Kyle, Farid, and Eric. It had been so long since I'd seen them—and oh boy, did they seriously have glow ups. They all were dressed semi-formally, and they looked very classy… If I didn't know they were Nathan's annoying friends, I probably would have gone and tried to seduce them.

See that? That was my attempt at being funny.

Nathan excitedly jogged over to them as hugs and excited chatter were exchanged amongst them, the four of them taking a moment just to happily catch up with each other. I pulled out my phone and decided to just scroll through Flumblr. I should upload a new selfie later… I thought to myself.

When I looked up from my phone, Nathan had already moved on to talk to some of his other guests, and the trio got some bottles of beer before making their way over to me. I gulped nervously as I clutched onto my phone as if it would protect me, or something.

"Cody," Kyle's deep voice greeted with a coy smirk, patting me on the back with a light slap that made me jump. "It's been a while."

"Yeah," is all I could respond with, feeling small with the three of them in front of me like this. I felt somewhat like I was being cornered by wolves.

"You sure have grown up," Farid said with a flashy smile, his teeth blindingly white. "But I still recognize your pretty face."

"Tch…" I looked away, suddenly feeling embarrassed. There Farid goes again, teasing me to try and get me worked up. Some things never change.

"You do look well, Cody," Eric said. His voice surprisingly hadn't changed since I last met him. "It's really nice to see you. What have you been up to for these past few years?"

Eric was the one out of the three I could tolerate the most, he had always been polite but a little bit awkward. Still, he was one of Nathan's friends, so he had joined in the group's teasing when we were all younger, which left a bad taste in my mouth. "I'm taking a break from school. I'm just working right now."

Kyle seemed to raise a brow at the word 'working,' but the others didn't seem to react. Eric smiled. "That's good. What do you do?"

"I work at the grocery store," I said before taking a sip of my drink. "The one near my high school."

"Oh yeah, you went to the same school as Nathan did, right? Okay, I know the one," Eric said with a nod.

Deciding it would be rude not to engage back into the conversation, I decided to ask them a question as well. Even though they did give me a bit of a hard time growing up, we were all much older and more mature. I decided I could at least just be nice. "What do you all do?"

Kyle proudly crossed his arms. "I'm a bodybuilder and gym trainer now," he said with confidence, as if I would be impressed. He was always a jock guy, so this didn't surprise me in the slightest. "If you come by the Fitness Frenzy down near the hospital, I can give you a discount."

All I did was shrug before Farid cleared his throat and clapped his hands together. "I'm part of a tech company and I actually have a popular HueToob channel," he said, referring to the most popular video-sharing website on the web. "I have, like, over a hundred thousand subscribers."

I just nodded silently before looking at Eric for his answer. "I'm currently training to be an accountant. I hope I'll be able to start soon," he said with a light chuckle. "So if you need any financial help, just hit me up," he said, handing me a business card which I shoved into my pocket.

"Okay," is all I said before silence fell over all of us. I noticed the three of them were staring at me, especially Kyle, who was clearly eyeing me up and down without any kind of subtlety. Even though I would have rolled my eyes over it, knowing that I had them all looking at me like I was some hot chick inflated my ego a little bit.

"Hey, you're like, famous on Flumblr, right?" Farid asked, suddenly making my eyes widen as my heart rate began to pick up. I hope to God they don't know about my LiveDream account…

I just nodded. "Uh, kind of."

He smiled. "Nice. You know, it would be cool to have you as a guest for one of my videos. We could use someone with a reputation and face like yours to rake in some views. What do you say?"

"Huh? Really?" I asked. It wouldn't be so bad to star in a HueToob video, especially in one made by someone with a lot of subscribers…

Farid nodded. "For sure. Here, let me give you my number so I can text you the details sometime," he said, pulling out his phone. I sighed as I turned on my phone and added Farid's number to my contacts. I didn't really want his number in my phone, but it's basic etiquette to add someone if they want you to, right? I couldn't just say, "no, I'm good." I wasn't that much of an asshole.

Soon, I heard the loud sound of the mic feedback filling the room as I cringed, as the rest of the room did as well. We all looked at Nathan at the front of the room who nervously smiled. "Sorry 'bout that." He cleared his throat. "Thank you, everyone, for coming to my little party," he said with a little chuckle. "It means a lot to me that you all could make it."

"We love you, Nathan!" Kyle shouted from next to me, making me wince while everyone in the room laughed. Nathan pointed at Kyle and winked. "Love you too, brother!"

"Anyways, I don't want to sound super cheesy, but I want to tell you all that I appreciate each and every one of you in different ways. Thank you especially for the gifts, I never say no to free stuff."

The room filled with laughter again. When did Nathan become one to crack jokes? Bet he'd been drinking, maybe.

"So, yeah. Please enjoy yourselves. Here to perform for you are my two friends Pimp Ricky Shrimp and The Ramen Shaman," he introduced as the hip hop duo walked onstage, now with bandanas around their heads. They took the mics off the stands as an urban beat began to play from the stereo, and the two began to rap along to the beat. They weren't terrible, but it just wasn't really my type of music, I guess.

The guests seemed to like it, though. They were clapping along and showing positive reactions to some of the lyrics, so good for them.

After they finished performing, the guests clapped and cheered as they bowed. I finished my drink, feeling like my bladder was full after drinking such a sugary drink.

"'Scuse me, I gotta use the bathroom," I said to the three men who were standing in my way before they moved aside so I could slip out of the party room, throwing out my cup on the way out.

I looked around the centre to find the bathroom sign pointing around the corner. It seemed to be pretty empty in the community centre, not that I was really complaining.

I headed down the hall and around the corner to find the men's bathroom before heading inside. It was a small bathroom with one toilet, two urinals, and a single sink. I walked over to one of the urinals before undoing my pants and doing my business, whistling a jazz tune I had stuck in my head. After I was done, I made myself decent before heading to the sink to wash my hands.

The door of the bathroom opened, and I didn't bother to look up to see who it was. I finished cleaning my hands before shaking them dry, turning around and gasping to see Kyle standing there in front of me.

"Jeez, you scared me," I said as I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply. "Excuse me," I said to him before stepping aside to walk past him, but he stepped in the same direction as well, blocking my way. I tried to step around him again, but he did the same thing, making me sigh frustratedly. "What's your problem?" I asked him, annoyed.

He had a mischievous smile on his face, the same face he would make when we were younger before he was about to blackmail me into doing something that he wanted. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and looked me up and down. "I know about your LiveDream."

I felt my stomach drop as my eyes widened. He… He knows about my account…

My immediate reaction was to shake my head and deny it. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," I said quickly. But even as dumb as Kyle was, he wasn't buying it. "Yeah, right. I know all about the kinds of stuff you've been doing, and how would I know this?" He took a step towards me, getting all up in my grill that I felt uncomfortable with how close he was. "I fucking love your streams."

I widened my eyes. "You… You watch my streams!?"

He chuckled. "Sure do. You're a bit of a slut, aren't you?" He brought a hand to my face as I flinched. He took my chin and lifted my head to look at me. "How 'bout you show me what other kinds of things you can do?"

"Grr…" I swatted his arm away. "No way," I spat before attempting to push past him, but him being the much more fit of us two grabbed me by the shoulder with a single hand and pushed me against the sink as I gasped.

"Now, I wonder how Nathan would feel if he knew about your little side job," Kyle said with a smirk, his grip on my shoulder tightening. "And then, I wonder how your parents would feel…"

"You wouldn't," I challenged with a glare, but he only laughed. "Well, that depends, I might change my mind if you can convince me."

"You…" I muttered, knowing some people never change. Kyle was one of those people, an obnoxious and arrogant jerk who would always get his way no matter what the cost was.

Then again, would engaging in some kind of sexual activity with Kyle be so bad? I thought to myself, blushing as I looked away. I haven't had sex in a long while… And it's not like he's ugly, he's actually quite attractive… Ugh, what am I thinking!? It's Kyle, for fuck's sake! Nathan's annoying, stupid jock friend I always knew!

But my body was betraying me as it usually was, and I wanted to give in so badly.

"Well?" Kyle asked, becoming impatient. I gulped and closed my eyes for a moment before sighing. "...Fine."

"Oh?"

I turned around, my shaky hands undoing my pants before bending over the sink and pulling down my pants and underwear to my knees to reveal my ass. Having my bare ass exposed, it felt both uncomfortable yet exciting at the same time. I felt incredibly vulnerable. "...You can have me."

I heard the sound of the bathroom door locking followed by the sound of a belt being undone, before I gasped at the feeling of cold hands gripping my hips.

"Cute ass," Kyle murmured, sounding impressed before I felt something rub between my buttocks. It was his dick—he didn't seem like he was trying to put it inside me, but rather that he wanted to sandwich his cock between my asscheeks.

"How about you give me a nice assjob?" He asked me, making me gulp. I'd never done that with Julian—so I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do.

"An… 'assjob?'" I asked curiously. "I don't know what that is."

I saw Kyle roll his eyes in the mirror. "Just grind yourself against my cock. Rub it up and down between your cheeks," he said, demonstrating by pulling me by my hips as he rubbed his dick against my smooth ass, feeling his warm dick glide up and back down the crease.

"Like that," he said, as I moved myself back on his cock as I felt it slide up my ass again, making him sigh. "Yeah, there you go, you little whore."

Somehow, I thought him degrading me like that was kind of hot. It felt good grinding against him like this, knowing he was getting off to just rubbing his dick against my ass. He chuckled as he aided me with his hands, using me to guide himself as he continued to slide his cock up and down.

I yelped when I felt him slap my ass as he smirked. "Damn, I fucking love submissive bitches like you on my dick," he said as he continued rubbing his cock between my asscheeks, his nails digging into my hips. "I always knew Nathan's pretty little brother would grow up to become a slut."

I felt embarrassed and did nothing but gulp and grip the edge of the sink as Kyle just carried on sliding his cock up and down against me. It felt so good, I found myself beginning to let out little whimpers. He took his cock and slapped it against my ass a few times, smiling as I could feel him wipe his precum from his head against my asscheek. "You have freckles on your ass. That's fucking hot."

I felt myself blush as he went back to rubbing his cock between my ass, moaning while rolling his hips into me, one hand feeling snaking up my shirt as I shivered when I felt his hand against the skin of my back. I was getting hard, and I guessed Kyle must have known it as well because he smirked at me in the mirror. "Getting off on this, huh? Take a look at yourself in the mirror while I use you," he muttered, his hand abruptly gripping at my hair as he tugged on it, making me clench my teeth as I shamefully looked at myself in the mirror, seeing how dishevelled my hair was and how red my face was. Being bent over the sink like this, I truly looked like a certified whore. I can't believe I'm letting Kyle use me like this… I must be out of my mind, but it feels so good, I don't want it to stop…

"Clench your asscheeks," he instructed before I clenched my ass around his cock, making him curse and roll his eyes back while biting down on his lip. "Feels fucking amazing," he murmured, rolling his hips into me again as all I could do was grip the edge of the sink harder while he grinded against me.

I let him take the lead as he controlled me with his tight grip on my hips while he thrusted back and forth, letting his warm cock slide up and down my ass faster now, knowing he was probably coming close to his orgasm from how sloppy his thrusts were becoming.

"I'm gonna cum on this perfect ass," he muttered after a few minutes of messy thrusting, continuing to grind against me as we were both letting out moans of pleasure. The pitch of his moans were rising as his breaths became shorter. He plunged into me one more time before pulling his dick back and leaning his head back as he closed his eyes, ejaculating as I felt the warm sensation of cum being splattered across both my asscheeks.

He took a moment to catch his breath and calm down before making himself decent, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. "Let me take a picture of this. I want to remember it forever," he said with a smirk before unlocking his phone, pointing the camera at my ass before I heard the sound of the phone camera taking the picture. "Fucking beautiful," he said, admiring the picture for a few seconds before locking his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

I gulped, feeling the need to speak up. "So, what now?" I asked.

Kyle shrugged. "I don't fucking know. Go jerk off or something, I don't care. I'm heading back to the party," is all he said before unlocking the bathroom door and leaving me there, bent over the bathroom sink with my ass out, covered in semen.

I sighed deeply before awkwardly waddling over to the bathroom stall, locking it before taking some toilet paper and cleaning my ass. I really just let him do that to me, huh? I felt a bit ashamed, but at the same time, I felt good. I didn't regret it at all, in fact, it only made me feel more confident about myself. I'm a real slut, aren't I?

I rolled up the toilet paper before throwing it out in the garbage before looking down at my erection with another sigh. Well, guess I'll just have to take care of this on my own before heading back…

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After finishing what I had to do in the bathroom, I headed back to the party room, feeling both guilty yet satisfied at the same time. I just hoped that Kyle would keep his word and not tell Nathan or my parents anything about both my online presence and the acts we did in the bathroom.

I returned to the party, seeing that everyone had already begun eating. I got some food before I sat down at the table where my parents were and began to eat.

"You took quite a while in the bathroom, kiddo. You alright?" My dad asked me with a look of concern on his face.

I just quietly nodded. "Yeah. I'm okay," is all I said before poking at my food with the plastic fork.

I looked over at the other tables where everyone else was eating and conversing. I saw the table where Kyle, Farid, and Eric were sitting at, and made sudden eye contact with Kyle—and he just smirked at me and gave me a subtle wink before going back to eating.

I quickly turned back to my food and gulped nervously. Yeah, I definitely am not okay.