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Chapter 1

Benji Morrison

Gah damn, was today a long one.

First, the A train was delayed because of maintenance, making me thirty minutes late to the Stonewall offices.

Then, I sat down at my desk the moment an email dinged in. Apparently, my rent was about to go up by two hundred bucks.

To top it off, the guy I’d been talking to for the past few weeks completely ghosted me. The last thing he texted me was a mediocre dick pic before he completely stopped responding to my texts.

Yeah. Not great.

I leaned back in my office chair and spread my legs, sighing as I rubbed my hard bulge.

That was the last thing I’d been dealing with. I’d been horny all fucking day. My briefs were practically soaked through with precum. I had a difficult time focusing on any work. It was even harder, considering the fact that the cases currently cluttering my desk were some of the most benign and boring cases of my entire ten-year career.

Example number one: I had someone hire me to investigate their clearly cheating husband.

The hickeys on his neck were enough of a dead giveaway, but the photos I took of him meeting up with his Grindr hookups made it clear as day.

Example number two: someone took me on to investigate a workers’ comp case. Boring as fuck.

Example number three: a woman who reeked of cigarettes hired me to look for their lost dog, who they thought may have been stolen by a jealous ex. That one actually did take up my attention. I loved dogs and hated to think a family pet had been yanked from their home. I still had some work to do on that one, but the day was beginning to wind down, and my constantly throbbing cock was begging for some attention. Which was probably made more intense by the two beers I had snuck out from the fridge. They were mainly for events and overtime days, but I figured an early start to happy hour wouldn’t hurt today.

The Stonewall offices were quiet, which was pretty unusual. I was the only detective that came in to work, and the front desk manager, Matthew, had already packed up and left early. He had developed a nasty cough and didn’t want it to spread.

It was only me.

Me and my needy cock.

“Hello?”

No one answered. I was in the clear.

I opened my computer and typed in my favorite site: CamStar. I clicked over on the tab for men and was greeted by a screen full of just-as-horny guys jerking off live. There were a couple I recognized, a few favorites, but the one I normally watched wasn’t online.

EliGoldStroke. One of the hottest damn men I’d ever laid eyes on.

He knew how to work not only himself but the camera. He was constantly at the top of the rankings, raking in the most views and donations for the way he played with himself. He had short and curly brown hair, a scruffy beard, a beautiful body (if I had to guess, he was a swimmer at some point), light blue eyes, and a cock that was thick and pink and always leaking precum. His smile made him seem like one of the kindest people on the site. He had the power to turn that into an intense smolder that would burn through the computer screen the closer he got to coming.

And he was verbal, saying all the right things to get me off.

Basically, the guy was perfect.

But… he also wasn’t online.

I closed out of the site. I wasn’t in the mood for any of the other guys filling up the screen. My cock pulsed for Eli, so I decided to give it just what it needed. I opened my phone instead and went to my photos app. There, I tapped on a video I’d recorded just last week. It was an hours-long live stream of Eli. It started with him sitting in his desk chair, wearing a black hoodie and a pair of tight white briefs. I skipped forward a little to where the tips started flowing in and his cock started getting hard inside his underwear.

A lick of flame spread down my back. My balls tightened.

I loved bulges. Loved when Eli’s briefs strained to keep his cock from bursting free. I watched him stroke himself through his underwear. He stood up and moved closer to the camera so he could show off the growing dark stain of precum.

“Like that, boys?” Eli said. “Look at how wet I am for all of you.”

In my head, all I heard was “Look at how wet I get for you , Benji. Want to lick this up, Benji?”

I unzipped my jeans. My cock sprung free. I’d decided to go commando today. My cock dripped just as much as Eli’s did. I wondered how it would feel pressing our two wet heads together, rubbing my shaft against his.

Fuccck, I was already close to coming.

Eli sat back down on his chair. He was such a handsome guy. He’d likely just gotten a haircut, his curls styled just right. There was a glint in his eye that came through the camera. A passion that drew me in, almost as much as his girthy cock did.

I scrolled to the point in the video where a large tip flashed across the screen, the username NightOwl appearing underneath it.

“Thank you, Night,” Eli said as he slipped off his briefs.

He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. I swallowed back a groan of pleasure as I stroked myself to the sight. I didn’t want to be too loud. Yes, the offices were empty today, but the front door was still technically open, and clients could very well walk in, seeking help.

I just couldn’t resist. I needed my daily dose of Eli.

Addictive personalities were nothing new to me. My entire family was riddled with them—Mom an alcoholic, dad a gambler, grandfather addicted to meth. And me?

Well, I had a couple of vices, but watching Eli was my biggest.

I’d stumbled on the website by accident sometime late in the night and started clicking through a few profiles until I landed on Eli. He had just finished coming—I missed the money shot—but I still didn’t click away. I watched him clean himself up, first with his fingers and then with a plush white towel. He sat back in his chair, dick soft and still dripping, and started to talk to his viewers, updating us about his day and thanking everyone for the tips.

I jerked off and came as he was telling a story about the hot mechanic he flirted with down at the bodega.

Ever since then, I kept alerts on so that I could watch him whenever he went online, even if that meant sneaking off to the bathroom or switching from my podcast to his stream on my commute. I didn’t even have to watch. If I was on a crowded subway train, then I’d start the stream and lock my phone, my commute made a hundred times better by the sound of his silky, soft voice and his chesty moans. He was verbal, always egging the chat on for more tips and requests, always vocalizing the pleasure he was getting from this.

He knew what he was doing. Probably why he was the most popular streamer on the website. Was I jealous that over a thousand other people watched him play with himself daily? Yeah, maybe a little bit. What was the alternative?

I thumbed my leaking cock at the same time as Eli did his. He brought his thumb up to his lips and tasted himself. I did the same. Salty, sweet.

But not Eli.

Fuck, though, was this guy hot. He stroked faster as someone dropped two hundred tokens. “Nice, sportsdaddy, you like me jerking off, don’t you? Who else wants to tip? Who wants to see me finger my tight hole?”

Sportsdaddy replied with a “fuck yeah.” Underneath his message appeared another.

Eli read the message and froze, one hand still on his cock. Those big, sexy puppy eyes narrowed. Appeared angry. He quickly leaned forward and deleted the message.

Odd. I didn’t remember that. I rewound the video and paused when the message appeared.

Nomad89: You’re perfect as always, Eli. I want to get you alone so bad. Wear you like my favorite suit. Never let you go.

“Alright,” Eli said, sounding a little shaken. That comment clearly threw him off. “Tip five hundred tokens if you want me to bend over for you.”

Another sum of golden coins flashed across the screen, NightOwl written underneath it.

“That’s right, Night, I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Thank you.” Eli smiled and winked at the camera.

He stood, his stiff cock hard as a fucking rock. His bedroom was dark, but he had pink lights that bordered the walls of his room. There was an interesting lamp shaped to look like a melting bouquet of light-filled flowers that he must have bought from some artist who enjoyed doing shrooms. He turned around and bent over in front of the camera and spread himself open for me.

Fuck, he had such a sexy pink hole. He ran a finger over it. I squeezed my cock, more precum leaking from the tip. I pictured myself spreading it all over his hole before I pushed in, earning a gasp of pleasure from him. That sexy little moan he always gave whenever he fingered himself. Begging for more. For something bigger.

For my thick, hard— ding .

“Hello?”

I snatched the phone and exited out of the video and froze, dick still fully out.

“Hello? Anyone here?”

That voice…

My heart, already beating fast, sped up to about a thousand beats per minute. I stuffed my cock back into my pants and zipped them up. I tucked it against the waistband and stood, glancing down and checking to see if it was obvious that I’d been jerking off only seconds before.

No clear evidence. I took a breath, slipped my phone into my pocket.

Could it really be him?

I hurried to the door before he left.

“Hi, hello, sorry, our front desk guy left early today.”

He was just about to leave. He had his back to me, a baby pink baseball cap on his head. He turned and smiled and nearly knocked me right over.

It really was him, standing right here, in the flesh.

Eli. The cam boy. The object of my intense desire and obsession.

I somehow managed to keep my voice steady. “How can I help you?”