Page 1 of Loving Leo (Behind the Camera #4)

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Leo

I definitely shouldn’t be filming a jack off scene in an office that’s not mine. I’m a janitor here, I’m supposed to be emptying the trash bins and vacuuming, not taking my dick out and stroking it. But it’s not like I really care about this job that much anyway. It’s definitely not my passion. It pays the bills while I get my cam business up and running. While I prove myself worthy of my top choice of cam sites—specifically the one that Carter runs. Hopefully soon, I’ll make it to the big leagues. The videos I’ve been filming are finally starting to gain popularity and my followers like it when I take risks like this. It’s kind of my thing—the naughty cleaning boy, trying new toys in different places. They eat that shit up and to be honest, that leather chair is calling to my ass.

I know from experience it feels nice on my bare skin. It seems expensive, ridiculously so. I wonder who works in this space.

I envision an old, balding man with spectacles on his face. Maybe an old ugly tie too and nose hair .

Probably lots of nose hair.

The thought makes me snort. Imagine his horror if he knew what I was up to after hours. He’d probably not survive it.

Glancing around, I take in the empty space around me. No one is here. I’m the only one working on this floor. It’s the perfect opportunity for me to shed my clothes and make content.

Even though I’m a newer camboy, I’ve luckily fallen in with some really good dudes. Carter, Bennett, Jasper and Damon. All really nice guys who have shared their wisdom about the business with me when they can. And I’m hoping when my videos start getting more views they’ll take me on. They’re very selective, which is fine. Carter is the owner of the site and has strict guidelines. He only really hires people he thinks can keep traffic up. But even so, he gets how hard it can be. They all started out just like me, on their own, completely clueless. But I’m ready to prove myself. I can totally do this.

I’ve used all of the knowledge they’ve imparted over the past few months and have added my own flare to it. I plan on making bank with my videos. It’s been a slow start, but my nightly sessions of me jacking off in unsuspecting offices is getting a lot of hits. People love it.

I’d really like to start collaborating, but I haven’t really had a lot of luck in that area. Bennet and Jasper are together and only make exclusive content and Carter is with Reed, which leaves Damon. But he’s no longer recording. Just offering advice when he can.

So I need to find someone to work with. It’ll happen one day. Right now, I’m just filming solo stuff. It works just fine.

I place my phone down on the mahogany desk and round it, making sure the frame on my phone is perfect. I want my fans to see everything . When I get home later, I can edit and post the entire thing. From there, I’ll see what people have to say about it. The comments on my videos really help me get insight into what people want. Some have really good ideas. You have to listen to the fans, that’s something I’ve learned from Carter.

I pull my shirt off and then my pants before kicking my boxers to the side, leaving myself completely bare. I turn around and glance outside, through the large pane window overlooking the city skyline. Not bad, if I do say so myself.

I grin at myself as I take in my lean muscular frame, my perfectly coifed hair, my strong jaw line. I’m twenty two and not doing so bad in the looks department. I’ve gotten many compliments. Mainly from my mom, but still. That counts.

I shimmy onto the leather chair, cool against my bare ass, and then spread my legs, letting the camera get a good look at the goods. My goods.

My big dick and heavy balls, my neatly trimmed pubes, my six pack.

I’ve been saving this up all day. Twenty-four hours. I’m going to explode everywhere when I finally bring myself to orgasm.

I reach down and grab some lube, squirting it on my hand and then cupping my cock, fisting it lightly. My head falls back and I let out a low, performative moan. Yeah, that’s nice. I mean, getting fucked would be nicer, but a good hand job does wonders for the soul. And I really need it after the work week I’ve had.

I’m worn out from school during the day and cleaning office buildings at night. You would think it’s easy work, but it’s not. Offices are surprisingly filthy. In reality, people can be really gross. Keeping food in the fridge for weeks and never tossing it. Leaving food at their desks to rot. And I swear, one guy here has a booger desk. Just boogers everywhere. It’s fucking weird.

I make sure to go in there with a mask, using gloves to peel them off the wood.

Anyway, besides dealing with the booger biohazard, I vacuum, wipe down tables, and clean the bathrooms. This job can be downright degrading some days. I’ll take jacking off in front of the camera any day over this shit.

But this office is pristine. It’s one of the few I don’t have to do much in.

Whoever works here is a goddess. Or a god. Right, the nose hair and badly made ties. An old, shriveled god most likely, but still. Love that they’re so clean and tidy.

My wandering mind comes back to the present as I let my hand slide to my balls and squeeze them gently.

I do this for a few minutes before reaching into my bag and pulling out a prostate massager. It’s a new one a company sent for me to try out. I’ll make sure to leave the link in the comments when I post the video, just to show them some love.

I lift my leg and hang it over the side of the chair arm, sliding my free hand to my ass and hole, working a finger inside. I gasp at the intrusion, my cock leaking against my abdomen. I arch my hips up and then work the massager into my hole, making sure that everyone can see me getting fucked.

When the flared base finally settles at my rim, I let out a sigh and push that raised button, gasping when the vibration hits my prostate.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. My hands grab onto the arms of the chair. Hell, that’s strong and really fucking good. It’s almost like it’s sucking on that little bump inside of me. That’s some kind of magic, for sure.

“ Fuuuuuck .”

The chair squeaks as I put my other leg on the arm and hold my trembling legs up, so that the camera can get a good angle of my ass. My cock is leaking, one of my special talents is coming hands free. I mean I’ve worked at it, don’t get me wrong.

But practice makes perfect.

After several minutes, I start to feel my orgasm crest. I can’t make these videos too long because I don’t want to get caught. I need to finish this floor before a certain time and I don’t want anyone to find out what I’m really doing on my breaks.

Sadly, I need this job right now. Camming isn’t paying the bills yet.

I gasp at the pressure building inside me. My spine is tingling and my balls are drawn up tight. I close my eyes, really letting myself experience it. It’s what people love about my videos. How sensual they are, how realistic. There’s nothing rehearsed about them .

I want them to feel as if they’re here with me.

Suddenly, I hear a throat clear and my eyes pop open, my breath catching.

In the doorway is a man, a dark glower on his handsome face. Oh fuck, he looks like he’s walked right off the pages of a sports magazine. He’s wearing dark gray sweatpants and a thin shirt, still a little sweaty from a recent workout.

My cock jumps between my legs and I don’t know why, but I don’t stop what I’m doing. I mean, I should, but that prostate massager is working me into a frenzy and my dick is close to exploding.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, his voice dark and slightly angry.

“Um, just…oh god,” I moan, letting my gaze rove his sweaty, delicious body. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re in my chair,” he adds and I nod, swallowing roughly. This is not a wrinkly old man with bad ties and a monocle. This is a hot dude who can afford leather chairs.

I’m doomed.

“I know, but oh god, please. I’m almost done,” I reply, shameless. I should be apologizing and begging for forgiveness, but the way he’s looking at me is making my dick even harder. Jesus, where the hell has this guy been all my life? He’s a sex pot.

“Oh my god, why are you so hot?” I moan and then I gasp, my entire body tensing as my cum shoots out of me. It hits my bare chest and I let out a strangled moan.

The man is still in the doorway, his shoulders squared, his jaw set tight. Yeah, he’s not happy. Not happy at all, but it’s hard to be anything but elated right now. That was the hardest I’ve ever come. And he was not bad to look at while doing so. I mean, I even told him so.

He’s gotta be preening deep inside.

“Shit. Fuck. Sorry about that,” I manage to say when I finish and come down from the high of it.

I reach out and grab a tissue from my bag, mopping up the mess I made before turning my gaze to the man once again. I turn off the prostate massager and pull it from my hole, the man’s eyes flicking to it as I do.

“You’re in my fucking chair.”

I nod, feeling just a little ashamed for what I’ve done. I mean, I do have morals. And this was very wrong.

“Yeah, I really am sorry about that. Had to get content for my page,” I try and explain and then stand up, my ass peeling off the chair with a sticky squeeeeekkkk . I huff a nervous laugh and then wave my hand around. “Usually no one is here at this time.” I should probably shut my mouth and not talk too much about what I was doing. The man does not seem amused.

“Seems I’m here,” the man says and I glance at the name tag on his desk.

Heath Herold.

What a distinguished man with a fitting name.

If he was wearing a suit, I could totally see him in a board meeting talking numbers with big wigs.

“Yeah, like I said. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that. I would have disinfected everything, and you’d never have noticed I was even here. But I can’t let a good shot go to waste. Honestly, you showing up in the background is gonna be gold.”

He cocks his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He pushes it back and then purses his lips.

“Are you not worried at all about getting fired if I report this?”

“I mean, yeah. Kinda. But you’re not gonna tell, right?” I mean, this isn’t that big of deal right? And I don’t know this guy. For all I know he could be lying about this being his office. I hold my head up high and try not to back down.

“It’s disgusting that you’re doing this in my private space. Tell me why I shouldn’t have you fired right now.”

I scoff and then pull on my underwear and jeans. “I mean, are you homophobic? Grossed out that I had my dick out in your chair and something up my ass?”

He narrows his gaze. “It has nothing to do with that. It’s unsanitary and a violation of my space. You should do that at home, not at a place of work.”

“Yeah, but you’re not here at this time usually, are you? You should be the one at home. So technically it’s my space.”

He huffs and then turns his gaze away as I pull on my shirt.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’ll clean this up and you’ll forget I was ever here.”

“You think it’s that simple?” he asks, his eyes narrowed to slits and okay, yeah, the guy is a little intimidating if I really let him be.

“I mean, yeah? And tell the truth. Is this really your office?” I ask this because he could be a creep off the street for all I know, though he does have this air about him. Arrogance and entitlement. Like he owns the place. Like he has more money than I’ll ever have in my entire life.

His lips purse and he raises his right eyebrow, “You must be joking.”

I cock my head the side and then shake it. “I’m not. For all I know, you just like to break into offices after closing. Hell, you could be a fellow camboy. Wanna collaborate? I am looking for a second. We could make a killing.” I waggle my eyebrows at him.

He doesn’t laugh. Or jump at the chance. “Of course not. I’m not gay first of all and second, I have standards.”

“I am the highest of standards.” I lift my chin. “The hottest camboy you’ll ever see.”

He rolls his eyes at me like I’m a petulant child, and while he is older than me, probably in his thirties, it doesn’t mean he’s better than me.

“I don’t fuck on camera,” he says, like that should have been clear from just looking at him. “And I don’t fuck men.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. You’re straight. No worries,” I say dryly as I walk over to my cleaning cart and toss my phone inside, getting ready to go about my business.

“You will not do this again.” His voice is deep and firm, sending a shiver throughout my entire body, but I square my shoulders and refuse to let him see it.

“Unless you’re going to tell my boss, I’d say you don’t have much of a say about what I do on my breaks.”

He looks almost murderous, but I will not back down. Just because I clean offices for a living and want to be a professional camboy does not mean he gets to treat me like dirt. I won’t stand for it.

“You should really look at the names on the buildings you clean,” he says, stepping closer to me and I frown.

Names?

I clean a lot of buildings to be honest. From six at night until two in the morning, I’m all over this city making buildings shine for the next day of work. Of course I know the names of the buildings when they hire me and give me the keys, but honestly they all blend together after a while. Just a bunch of corporate stooges.

I look back over at the desk and the name, Herold. It doesn’t ring a bell. He’s fucking with me.

“If you don’t mind, my break is over and I need to finish up here before I move on to the next building. If you’re not supposed to be here, you should leave,” I say this like I have the authority. Like I’m some kind of security guard.

I always lock the door behind me, so if he’s in the building I have to believe he has his own way in. It’s not my responsibility. He doesn’t say anything, but watches me intently as I wipe down his chair and desk and then grab the trash from the bin and vacuum the room.

I try not to look at him as I work, but he has the computer on and seems to be typing away. Okay so maybe this is his office and maybe he is this Heath Herold person.

So what ?

Doesn’t matter to me.

I’ll never see him again. I can promise you that.

I finally get done in his office and leave, finishing up the rest of the building before I go outside, dumping the trash around the back of the building and locking the front door.

As I do this, I look up at the tall building, illuminated by the street light outside and all of the air leaves my lungs as my eyes widen.

Herold Enterprises.

Well. Fuck.

“You’re shitting me.” Carter says with a happy little laugh and I glare at him in amusement. “You jacked off in front of the CEO of the company in his building?” He’s downright giddy now, clapping his hands together and wiggling in his seat. “That’s fucking gold, Leo.”

My glare only intensifies, even though my lips are twitching. “It’s not that funny.”

“Oh. Yes it is,” Carter replies, sipping his wine and leaning his head on his husband Reed’s large shoulder.

“Stop teasing him,” Reed says, shooting me a sympathetic look. Such a quiet, sensitive soul.

Listen, to be honest, I’m still slightly mortified about last night, but I’ve been playing it off like it’s no big deal. I mean, I didn’t receive a call or email telling me I’ve been fired from that gig, so he must not have been too upset about it.

Hell, maybe he liked it. Maybe a little too much. Even though he said he was straight. Really, sexuality is a spectrum. I could be the one who starts a sexual awakening for him.

It’s a stretch because I’ve never awoken anything, but still.

It could happen one day .

“You should get him to collab with you,” Carter says, wiping away a tear from his cheek. “God, so so funny.”

“He said he was straight.”

“Right.” Carter waves that off. “We all know that sometimes men are just repressed and secretly into dudes.”

I smirk at that, shaking my head and looking around the beautiful home Reed and Carter share. Their website does very well. I want this. I want the big house and fancy cars. Fancy things. I want to be able to hire people to clean my space, not be the cleaner. I’m only twenty two and already so tired. I don’t want to work so hard to be poor.

It’s all so…depressing.

“Hey, man. You okay?” Carter asks, suddenly turning serious.

I force a smile on my face, trying to pull back my dark thoughts. I try not to linger there too long. It can sometimes get me down and I want to stay positive. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for inviting me to lunch. Really. The wine is delicious and this cheese. Goddamn. But I should probably get going.”

“You don’t have to rush off,” Carter says as I stand, “We were going to take Hannah to my moms’ today. You should come with us, see Damon.”

I want to. God, I’d love to have a day to just do what I want, but I slept in and then drove here in my crappy car just to see them. Honestly, I was worried I wouldn’t even be able to make the hour long drive without my car blowing up. And when I get home after this, I have editing to do on some videos before heading to my first cleaning gig of tonight. “Wish I could. I have too much to do.”

Carter studies me, frowning, “You work too hard.”

I laugh at that, “Gotta pay the bills.”

He’s watching me carefully and my stupid heart is pleading with him to offer me a spot on his site. To give me a chance. But his lips just purse and he gives me a clipped nod before they walk me to the front door.

I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. My videos are gaining traction but nowhere near the caliber of the camboys they allow on their site. I have to hit millions of views before they’d even consider me.

I’m going to make it happen though damn it. No matter what. Nothing is going to stop me.

When I make it to Herold Enterprises that night, I peer around corners like a criminal. I do plan on getting off in that hottie’s office again. It’s either that or booger man’s. And I refuse to even undress in there because who knows what biohazards await. Plus Heath’s view can’t be beat.

Sue me. It makes for great content. And my viewers are loving his unforeseen cameo. A lot.

I tip toe down the hall, my heart racing as I empty trash cans and wipe down desks. No one is here. Not a soul and as I stop in front of Heath’s office, I peek inside and let out a relieved breath.

I’m really fucking lucky that I wasn’t fired. He definitely had the power to do so and I was honestly a little shit about the entire thing. Even though I did say sorry. I didn’t really mean it.

He shouldn’t judge me for the things I do on my breaks. I’m not hurting anyone and I do disinfect his chair and desk when I’m done. He’d never have even known I was doing it if he hadn’t shown up. He was just being a workaholic, which is bad for your blood pressure anyway.

I’m really saving him from an unhealthy lifestyle.

Pulling my cart into his office, I take a minute to breathe, moving to the large window overlooking the city and letting myself just simply experience it. It’s beautiful here at night, all the lights twinkling on the horizon. It’s even prettier during Christmas and in the New Year.

Turning around, I grab my phone and set it down on the desk, my eyes snagging on a piece of paper lying right near the computer.

I’m recording you, just so you know . Proceed at your own risk .

I glance around and then see a small camera on the edge of his desk and my lips twitch.

“Pervert,” I say and then lean down and grin into the camera.

Part of me wonders if he’s collecting evidence so he has reason to fire me, but then part of me wonders if that’s not the real reason behind it.

I don’t know what he’s playing at. But I’m not one to ever back down from a challenge. My entire life has been an uphill battle. I will fight for what I want. What I need.

I shuck my shirt and grab my bag, setting it near the leather chair. Pulling out my toys, a nice big dildo and some lube, I rearrange my phone exactly where I need it. The angles are perfect so I pull my pants down, exposing my ass to the camera and peering over my shoulder.

I grin and then wink, letting myself be a little flirty for my viewers.

“Guess where I am? I’m such a bad boy. After getting caught, I was sure I’d be fired, but I’m still here. And he’s watching me. Has a camera on his desk and everything. Seems boss man is a pervert. And he’s going to like what I have in store for you tonight.”

I squirt some lube on my fingers and work it into my ass, using the leather chair to keep me upright. When I’m stretched wide enough, I grab the dildo and start to work it inside. It’s big and I whine at the feeling of being stuffed so full.

I should probably give them all a better look at what’s happening— and Heath as well—but I still have my pants on and I don’t feel like wasting time getting them all the way off. I still have offices to clean and my time is running out. So I just keep going, fucking into myself for a good five minutes before pulling the dildo out and cleaning up.

I didn’t come, but that’s okay. I don’t always need to. Sometimes, like tonight, it’s just performative and nothing more.

Although, I did like the idea of Heath watching me.

Speaking of, I pull up my pants and grin into his camera before scrawling something on that piece of paper. Just a nice little note that hopefully will bring him all sorts of joy tomorrow.

I snort as I clean off my dildo with a sanitary wipe and then set it and the lube back in my bag. I get to work disinfecting and cleaning the rest of his office before moving out, locking the door behind me.

I wonder what he’ll think when he comes in tomorrow?

I hope he likes my little message.