Page 15 of Believe in Caloosa Springs (Caloosa Springs #3)

Christian

“Hey, Tian,” Mandy called from the kitchen sink. “Porter’s here.”

On instinct, I closed the fridge and stood beside to her to peek out the window. Porter brought the car to a fast stop and flung his door open. He jumped out in a panic and then took off running up the driveway.

“Is everything okay?” Mandy asked.

I left the window, crossed the room into the foyer, and reached for the door handle.

“Wait,” Mandy hissed, holding her arm out. “I think he… yeah, he needs a minute. Hold off.” She was still watching Porter from the kitchen window with a strange look on her face.

“What is going on?”

Mandy didn’t have an opportunity to answer as he knocked on the other side of the door.

Now, I was frozen in fear. I didn’t want to just snatch the door open right away like I was desperately waiting for him to knock. But what was the appropriate amount of time? I figured however long it normally took me to walk from the living room to the front door was good, but how long was that? My brain spun around in circles as I tried to figure out approximately how many steps it was from there to here, and how long it took me to take each step. I picked up one foot and set it back down… that couldn’t have been more than, like… half a second .

He knocked on the door again.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I turned back to Mandy and grimaced. “Open the door, you fucking freak!” she hissed.

“Yeah! Yeah…”

I turned the handle and pulled the door open. The second there was enough clearance for his body, it collided into mine. His gloved hands went to the sides of my face and he crashed his lips against mine. My arms found their way around his back and I held on tight in fear of my knees buckling.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but when we pulled our lips apart, he let out a heavy breath and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and cradling the back of my head against him.

“That looked like a religious experience,” Mandy interrupted.

Porter’s laugh was unexpected and robust, filling the room with a joyful noise. He dropped his arms and took a small step back. “Can I talk to you for a sec,” he asked.

I nodded and pointed down the hallway towards my bedroom door. Porter laced his fingers with mine and followed a half-step behind.

He walked past me into the room. I closed the door behind us, where he proceeded to attack my mouth again, pulling a low, soft moan from my throat and swallowing it down. He pulled away again, and I found myself chasing his lips.

“I need to tell you something,” he said.

My eyes floated to the floor, not being able to look him in the eyes. “I need to tell you something too. I haven't exactly been honest with you…” I began, pulling the small silver ring in my bottom lip between my teeth. A nervous habit.

“You can tell me anything.” He grabbed my hands, pulled me over to the edge of my bed, and we took a seat.

“Um… well, I…” I glanced up and met his eye for a split-second. He had a worried look on his face. I wondered how long into my confession I would get before I had to watch his handsome face twist up into disgust when he found out who I was and what I had been doing for the last year or so to pay my bills and maintain my independence. “Can we… lay down?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you feeling okay?” He reached up and gently touched the back of his hand to my cheek. “You’re a little clammy.”

“Yeah, I’m fine… I just wanna lay down for a few minutes. Is that okay?”

Porter kicked his shoes off and laid himself back on the bed. “Come here.” His voice was barely above a whisper. I took a deep breath and tried to burn the image of him lying back on my bed, his head on my pillows and his arms open, beckoning me to join him. I wanted to make sure I remembered it forever, in case I never got to see him like this again. I crawled up to him and nuzzled up against his side with my head on his chest, eyes facing down towards his feet. He wrapped his arm around my back and kissed the top of my head.

This was better. I could feel his touch all around me, but I didn’t have to look at his face.

“I have a very… unconventional career,” I started “I- I have done adult things with other adults in front of cameras with the purpose of helping other adults have a good time on the internet.”

I closed my eyes and waited for the realization of what I had said to catch up with him. Any second now, his arm would fly off me, and he’d push me away to get out of here as fast as he could. At least, if he left in a huff, I wouldn’t have to explain myself any further. So far, he hadn’t so much as flinched a muscle. I was sure of that, because I was wrapped around him like a spider monkey.

“You have a podcast?” he asked innocently.

I suddenly wondered if Mandy had any big plans for the toaster, or if she’d let me borrow it this evening for my bubble bath.

Live, Laugh, Toaster Bath…

“Um… not exactly. Although, it was sorta similar. It’s, um… It’s more like when you are, um….”

“Say it, Christian…” His tone was sharper than I had been expecting, and he used his free hand to push up my chin so he could look me in the eyes. I could feel my eyes starting to water. Actually, I felt like I was gonna throw up all over him. “Tell me you’re a porn star, and I’ll tell you that I’m in love with you, and don’t care as long as I’m the one you’re curled up around every night.”

I exhaled hard, bringing with it a noise somewhere between a choke and a relieved sob. His hold around my body tightened. “I’m a porn star,” I murmured.

“I love you.” His movements were swift and intentional as he rolled me onto my back and covered my body with his. He wiped my tear-slick cheek with his thumb.

“I’m no expert, b-but…” Don’t cry… Don’t cry… “I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

The smile that spread across his face was lopsided and toothy… like a big, grinning idiot. I lifted my arms up, hooked them around his neck, and pulled him down to kiss that silly grin right off his face. Despite the delicate nature of our conversation, the kiss was forceful and all-consuming.

Porter broke the kiss long enough to strip out of his jacket and peel his shirt off over his head. He tossed them both to the floor before pulling at the hem of my sweater.

“I hate winter…” Porter panted as he undid the button of my jeans and I yanked my sweater off. “Far too many clothes.”

I laughed at his frustration and lifted my hips off the bed so he could pull the pants down. I could see the bulging outline of Porter’s cock straining against his jeans as he struggled to get my clothes off. Licking my lips, I reached down between us, grabbed a handful of it, and squeezed. Just seeing the outline of his dick had my mouth watering. Porter groaned loudly and abandoned his mission momentarily to throw his head back and rut against my palm.

Porter brought his head down to suck my nipple into his mouth. I hissed and tightened my grip on his crotch as he nibbled the sensitive flesh between his teeth. He was dry-humping my hand like a teenager as he abandoned my left nipple and latched his mouth onto the right. Suddenly, he detached himself and flew off the bed at lightning speed to get his jeans and boxers off, his proud cock jutting straight out like a tree branch.

“Please get naked,” Porter begged. His words were breathy and almost sounded like a desperate whine.

I made quick work of getting my jeans and briefs off, and slid out of them simultaneously. Porter climbed back onto the bed between my open legs. He put his hands under my thighs and folded them up against my chest. “Hold these.”

Laying on the bed with my legs pinned up against my torso gave Porter unobstructed access to my dick and hole. Porter cleared his throat and spit into my crack before using his fingers to spread it across my entrance as he sucked the head of my dick into his mouth. He stared up at me through thick eyelashes as he pushed a thick finger into me while sucking my cock into his mouth down to the root.

Maintaining Porter’s fuck-sick gaze was more intense than the digit pushing into me, but I didn’t dare look away. He pushed another finger in alongside the first one, and I moaned as he moved the two in and out of me. Slow at first, and then increasing his pace as he let my dick fall out of his mouth. It slapped against my torso with a wet plop.

Porter held my gaze as he moved down a bit and began to scissor his fingers in and out of me while twisting his wrist.

“Oh fuck, Porter…” I moaned.

Porter stuck his tongue out and licked around my hole while he fingered in and out of me. He pulled his hand back, sliding his fingers out completely to replace them with his tongue. As he pushed the slick tip of his tongue past the loosening ring of muscle, I tossed my head back and cursed under my breath.

“Yeah, baby? You like it when I fuck you with my tongue?”

The filthy words electrified me, along with his boldness. “Yes… oh, yeah…”

Porter took his index fingers on each hand, pushed them deep inside of me, and slowly pulled them apart to stretch me out even more. I whimpered, stifling the sound by throwing my arm across my mouth. He pushed his tongue inside the opening he’d made between his fingers, and my eyes rolled back into my skull.

“Oh my god ,” I bit out. My legs began to quiver as he continued to push his fingers and tongue into me. There was a puddle of clear liquid pooling in my belly button from my weeping cock as Porter pulled his face back and shoved a third finger inside.

The burn was immediate, and I swallowed hard to avoid choking on my saliva as I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Porter gave me no reprieve—the second that third finger was buried, he started moving his arm back and forth like a jackhammer, slamming his fingers in and out of me at almost a mechanical rate, raking the pads of his fingers across my prostate.

“Ah-h-h! Fuck , babe. Porter… Please...”

My hand found the back of his head, and my fingers curled around locks of blond hair. He groaned as I pulled on it before sucking my cock into his mouth again.

“I’m gonna come,” I cried.

My statement apparently encouraged him as he slammed his fingers into my prostate again and swallowed the head of my dick into his throat.

My orgasm came over me in waves as I shot ribbon after ribbon down the back of his throat. After I stopped pumping cum into his mouth, he pulled off my dick and slid his fingers out.

I knew he hadn’t come yet. “Lube?”

“Drawer…” I panted. “I’ll suck it…” I offered, eyes still closed.

“Oh, no, baby. We’re not done yet. I’m gonna make you come again.”

Porter leaned over and rustled through the bedside table drawer until he pulled out a mostly-full bottle of lube. He popped the cap and made quick work slicking up all eight of his inches. I peeked down through half-lidded eyes to watch him work the lube down his shaft, and swirl his fingers around his swollen cockhead.

He was so fucking hot. Even though I’d just finished, watching him touch himself was enough to keep me rock-hard. He grabbed the base of his cock in his fist, lined his tip up with my hole, and pushed.

The burn of being penetrated post-orgasm was intense and delicious. Porter thrust all the way in.

“ Oww . Oh, fu-” Porter swallowed my cry. My mouth was overcome with the taste of the spunk he’d been saving for me, making my dick twitch.

Porter broke the kiss and stared down into my eyes. “See how good you taste, Christian?”

He brought his hand to the side of my face, and softly rubbed his thumb across my flushed cheeks. “I want to drink your cum for the rest of my l-life,” he grunted as he pulled his hips back and pushed his cock into me again.

Something had taken over Porter; he’d clearly gone feral. Meanwhile, I was beyond words at the point. The entire English language had completely escaped me, and I was left to communicate in moans and grunts as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Porter set a brutal pace, slamming into me over and over and over again. I hooked trembling arms around the back of his neck for something to hold on to as he fucked me with long, swift thrusts.

“You let me know, when you are ready to come again, baby boy….” he panted through gritted teeth, slamming into me again and again.

Hot tears started streaming down the sides of my face. Behind my eyelids, a black, spotty aura flung itself wide like a galaxy.

I was vaguely aware of the noises that had begun to escape my mouth with every relentless thrust. Eight inches in, seven inches out. For a split second, I thought I was going to piss myself.

“Oh m-my fu-ck-ing g-god, P-P…”

Porter reached between us and took my dick in his palm, jerking me off in time with his barbaric thrusts into my ass. It was too much…

My second orgasm was even more intense than the first. I spilled cum all over his fist and down onto my belly. My legs were trembling like leaves in the wind, and the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I was a shaking, crying mess.

Porter pulled out of me, and I groaned at the sudden loss. He swirled the palm of his hand around his tip a few times and then began to furiously jerk himself through his building orgasm.

“I’m gonna drown you in my cum…” he told me.

He threw head back and made a noise that sounded more animal than human as streak after streak shot from his slit, making my chest, abs, and thighs look like a Jackson Pollock original. I don’t think I had ever seen someone come so much in a single setting.

“Holy shit,” I said softly, once Porter was finished spraying me like a water hose.

Porter leaned down and lapped up some of the streaks across my chest with his tongue before licking into my open mouth.

He was absolutely filthy, and I was obsessed. I’d never been into eating cum, but it seemed to be Porter’s favorite thing. With him, I was happy to oblige. Porter kissed me softly a few more times before collapsing onto the bed beside me to try to regulate his breathing. He was huffing and panting like a bull. After a few minutes of silence, Porter sighed and kissed the top of my head.

“I have a confession…” his voice was low, and he cleared his throat before continuing. “I’ve jerked off to you before.”

I snorted an exhausted laugh. “I’ve jerked off to you, too. I’ve watched the cum-shot clip you sent me like 40 times.” I peeked up at him through my eyelashes just in time to see the apples of his cheeks begin to redden.

“No, I mean… before I met you.”

I lifted my head a bit to ease the strain in my neck. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a video of you… pleasuring yourself with your mouth. From the cam house. I've watched it a few times. The first time I saw you, you looked so familiar, and I couldn’t quite place it. But I found the video again after we’d met, and then just kinda matched up your tattoos. Sorry. The only reason I told you is that I want you to know that I really don’t care, Tian.”

“Yeah, that self-suck video went crazy,” I murmured. “That’s what I’m assuming you are talking about? When I was sucking my own dick?”

“Uh, yeah. That would be the one,” he paused. “I think that, if I could do that, I’d never leave the house.”

I laughed again. “Well, when you are in the middle of a budding adult-film career, and you decide you don’t want to have sex with anyone else anymore, you have to get creative. It took six months of yoga and hours of stretching for me to be able to pull that off.”

“Well, I would love to see it live sometime.”

“Oh, yeah? But what are you gonna do for me?” I asked.

“Literally anything you want, Tian.”

“Hmm,” I hummed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.

I nodded against his chest.

“Why did you stop making content with other guys?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve had a ton of offers from other models, but it just didn’t feel right. Despite my willingness to exploit my dick and hole for a check every month, I… I just couldn’t really get into scenes with other guys. I don’t know. It was just always awkward and weird.”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to complain about you not having sex with other guys,” he said.

“Can I ask you a question?” I spoke up.

“You can ask me anything,” he replied.

“Are you really a runaway Mormon? Or do you just look like one?”

Porter chuckled, “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that would be an accurate description. They prefer the term LDS, or Latter Day Saints. I knew I wanted something different. I wanted to be able to live my life on my terms, and I had pretty much figured it out by the time I was 16. The only way to make that happen was to leave.”

“I understand. I left homophobic parents behind, too. It takes a lot of courage.”

Porter sighed and shook his head. “I did it the wrong way, though. I ran away without a word. I didn’t have the courage to stand up for myself to their faces. Or even tell them who I really was. I’d been pretending for so many years, masking. My parents, however flawed and ignorant, deserved to bear the truth… from me. I owed it to myself to tell them, and I didn’t. They thought they were dropping me off to go on my mission, but I came here, instead.”

“Wow. So your parents think you are reading the Bible to children in a developing country, or something?”

He chuckled. “Uh, I’m pretty sure they know by now that I didn’t check in at my first post. I had written them a letter that I was supposed to mail the day I left Utah, but I couldn’t bring myself to send it. It might be easier for them to think I just disappeared without a trace, than to know I’d run away from them to live on a pot farm and have sex with cute boys.”

I couldn’t help but find the similarities in our situations. After all, I’d run away from home and joined a cam house to have sex with cute boys.

“So, what’s next?” he asked hesitantly.

“What do you mean?” I was pretty sure I knew what he meant, but I wanted to give myself another 45 seconds to come up with an answer.

“What do you want, Tian?”

“Well, since we’re being honest…” I drew a deep breath. “I don’t want to stay in Caloosa. It’s just not for me. It’s been really great as a place to lie low and gather my bearings, but this isn’t my future.”

Porter let out a relieved breath. “I’m glad to hear you say that. Caloosa Springs is fine and all, but I think I’d like to explore… other places.”

“How do you feel about Amsterdam?” The words were out of my mouth before I had time to think them through.

“I don’t have enough knowledge to have an educated opinion.”

“I love the way you talk, Porter.” I smiled.

He ruffled my hair. “What’s in Amsterdam?”

“Do you know what a cam house is?”

“Like you were in before, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah. But I got an email the other day from a producer in Amsterdam that is trying to get something similar going over there. They want boys from all over the world. I told him I was interested in learning more, and I’m just waiting to hear back.”

“Oh,” he said quietly. “Amsterdam is kinda far.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Yeah…”

The conversation seemed to hit an awkward spot. Desperate to smooth over the rough patch, I opened my mouth to tell him that I hadn’t made up my mind on even going yet (though that would be a lie) when he spoke again.

“Are you asking me if I want to go to Amsterdam with you, or are you saying you are going to Amsterdam by yourself? No pressure, I just need to pick a lane before I say something stupid.”

Relief filled my heart, warm and relaxing as slipping into a hot bath.

“I want you to go to Amsterdam with me. If I even get the spot,” I said.

“When would we leave?”

“I’m assuming a couple of weeks, but, honestly, I don’t have a lot of details at the moment. They might not even want to start for months and months.”

“Good thing I have a passport, huh?” he said.

“You would go with me?”

His chest rose as he pulled a deep breath. “Tian, I want to be with you. I can’t say that it’s gonna be forever. After all, we are still getting to know each other. But the last thing I want to do is let you leave without trying.”

“What if I don’t get the spot?” I asked.

“There’s a million other places in the world we can discover together. I will need to get a job at some point though. Maybe something remote. Something I can do from anywhere?”

“I have a few ideas,” I said.