Page 27 of Burden of Proof

This was absolutely unacceptable.

There was no way I could spend the rest of my life jerking off thinking about the way Hunter jerked me off. There was no feasible scenario where I would survive that. I’d simply have to get him out of my system and hope for the best.

Or something.

Sliding down to the foot of my bed, I yanked open the top drawer in my dresser and grabbed a clean pair of underwear. Cum-covered cock be damned, I pulled them on then went into the kitchen to wash my hands. I got some water and an apple, and brought it all back to my bed. The rest of the job was boring, loading the video onto my laptop, importing the file and fixing the lighting, adjusting the sound, editing and piecing together clips to make it longer and better. Great use of that certificate I’d gotten after high school in video editing, right?

Just shy of noon, I got an another text, this one in my actual messaging app from a Covington I actually liked.

Smith

Do you have plans later?

Not a single one.

Will you come shopping with me?

It’s Wednesday.

Need to eat.

You want me to come shop for groceries with you?

Will make you dinner too.

I hadn’t even started eating my apple, and my stomach groaned its approval of Smith’s plan.

Alright.

Is this weird?

Yes.

Very.

No.

Okay, good. Just kind of lonely.

Heard.

Come to my apt and I’ll drive?

6?

See you then.

I dropped my phone onto the bed and bit into the apple, then I watched the final video to make sure it didn’t suck.

It didn’t.

But it was hard to pretend I didn’t imagine Hunter’s hand around my dick instead of that sleeve.

“Patron saint of being a fucking dumbass,” I muttered under my breath, uploading the video and slamming the lid on my laptop closed.

Normally,normally, I needed at least half an hour to recover. Hunter had reduced that to minutes on Friday, but Hunter wasn’t here, as I reminded myself. Even as his messages sat read and ignored in the app we’d connected on. He could be here, if I wanted. If I answered him. But being with Hunter, answering him…it was like opening a can filled with those exploding coiled snakes. Once the top was off, there was no way to get everything back in, and just because I’d searched him out when I’d wanted to maybe poke at the lid, I wasn’t ready to unscrew the cap entirely.

I finished the apple and tossed the core into the trash, heading back to my box of tricks to find something to play with for the next video. I was half off the bed, digging through my toys when my phone chirped with an alert from my subscription app. Someone had already commented on the video, and I hoped it was a request for more so I would know what to film next.