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DEX

I’d just finished setting up my room when Asa appeared in my doorway, looking uncharacteristically shy.

“Hey,” he greeted, pausing in the doorway like he wasn’t sure if he should come in.

“Hey.” I swallowed involuntarily as I checked him out.

He looked good in a tight black tank top that showed off his single sleeve of tattoos and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips and emphasized his slender frame.

My body tightened as he ran one hand through his messy blond hair in a nervous gesture.

“Is everything okay?”

He nodded and came into the room, stopping when he reached the bed. “Fine. Just shifting headspaces.”

I patted the mattress next to me. “Are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to if you’re not in the right place or aren’t feeling it.”

“No, I mean, yes, I still want to do this.” He sank down next to me and blew out a breath. “I’ll be fine in a second.”

“Is there anything you want to change about the plan for tonight?”

He shook his head.

I suggested we try a different format this time to see if that helped boost our numbers or visibility. I also picked up a webcam and tripod so we could move the camera around and do some POV-style shots, which people seemed to love. I had no idea if any of these changes would help or not, but it couldn’t hurt to mix things up a bit.

I checked the time on my laptop and snuck a glance at Asa. He didn’t seem nervous or even distracted, but something was off. I wanted to ask what, but knowing him, that would just make him shut down, and that wasn’t the best way for us to start a cam show.

“Ready?” I asked. We were a few minutes from our start time.

“Ready.”

I busied myself with logging into my account and setting up my room. When I was sure I had the camera in the best place, I sent out the email notification to my followers.

Asa’s demeanor changed as soon as I clicked the button to go live. His uncertainty, or whatever it was, melted away and was replaced with what could only be described as cocky indifference.

Within seconds, our viewer counter started to rise.

“Hi, Biglife. It’s good to see you again, Stripes,” I said, keeping my attention on the chat so I could greet my regulars as they logged in.

FelonE: your back!

broski: are you really stepbrothers?

footlvr: show feet!

iatespongebobshouse: go private?

trustno1: you don’t look alike

“That’s because we’re stepbrothers, not actual brothers,” Asa said, beating me to it. “We have different parents.”

“We’ve been stepbrothers since we were teenagers. This is our second show together. Yes, we fucked before we cammed, but it was years ago. No, we’re not dating, just roommates,” I said, answering questions as they came in.

holedestroyer: is the big one straight?

“We’re obviously both queer if we’re going to fuck each other on cam,” Asa said, a smirk tilting his lips.

holdmybeer: it would be so much hotter if one of you was str8

“Sorry to disappoint. I’m gay, he’s bi. But we can lie if you’d like.” Asa shot me an amused look.

I snickered, more than a little shocked at how engaged and open Asa was compared to last time. “I mean, there was a time when I still thought I could be straight. Does that count?”

“Same.” He grinned. “But that disappeared the second you put your dick in me.”

I laughed, but something about what he said jumped out at me. Was I the first guy he slept with? Or was I just the guy who helped him figure out he was only into guys? I’d assumed the latter, but the way he said it made it sound like that wasn’t the case.

“I mean, same with you,” I said. “Definitely knew I was bi when I stuck my dick in you.”

mizmay: were you each others firsts?

redacted: please tell me you were each other’s first

9incher: I wish I had a hot stepbro I could fuck

“I don’t know about Alex, but he was the first guy I had sex with.” I snuck a glance at Asa.

He met my gaze. “Jake was my first too.”

I tore my eyes from his and focused on my laptop as a little thrill moved through me, which was weird as hell.

Why did knowing that I’d been Asa’s first guy excite me so much? Did he like knowing he was mine?

thatguy: how many girls have you slept with?

callmesir: gross

tugger: no one wants to hear about that

“I’m going to shut those types of comments down now,” I said firmly, focusing on the chat and not on Asa’s revelation. “We don’t discriminate in this room. All genders are welcome, and I’ll block anyone who goes against my rules.”

“Any queer man who bashes women or female-presenting people needs to look into queer history and see how important trans, queer, and straight women have been and continue to be in our fight for equal rights,” Asa said seriously. “And there’s something seriously fucked up about hating on people just because you’re not attracted to them or their genitals. That says a fuck ton more about you than it does about them.”

link: well said

samtherecordman: thank you!

bekka: as a bi woman, yes to everything you said

reportingforbooty: gay man here and I love all ladies! Just not like that lol

missmaam: weird way to propose but okay

lillyrose: as a trans woman, thank you for including us 3

plantmom: I’m a lesbian and I just fell in love with you

Asa laughed, his cheeks flushing pink and his blue eyes sparkling. He looked…radiant.

My throat tightened, and I had to force myself to look away and focus on my laptop again.

Had I ever seen him smile like that? I couldn’t remember if I had.

“How about we get things started?” I said abruptly, feeling more than a little off balance. “Do you want to know how the show is going to work?”

I didn’t even need to read the chat to know that the wall of text was people saying yes.

“First we’re going to use goals to get naked. Then we’ll use a vote system for the fun stuff. We’re also going to keep the show public this time.”

More text filtered through the chat, along with a flurry of tips.

“For the voting system, we’ll give you two options, and you vote for the one you want to see by tipping. Whichever option gets the most tips is the one we’ll do.”

More tips and chats came in, and I answered people’s questions. When it looked like everyone was on the same page, the shrill chime indicating a massive tip request blared out of my laptop speakers.

biglife: can I see you kiss each other before you start?

I looked at Asa, and he nodded.

We took a moment to shift on the bed so we were facing each other. When we were settled, I reached out with one hand and gently cupped his smooth cheek.

His breath caught, and his pupils blew wide as I slid my hand into his soft hair and gently gripped the strands. Using my hold on him, I tipped his head to the side and leaned in.

Our lips met in a soft kiss. Asa let out a little sigh, his warm breath ghosting over my cheek. Gripping his hair tighter, I held him in place and ran the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip.

He opened for me on a gasp, but instead of deepening the kiss, I let my lips hover over his, keeping them close enough I could feel the heat of his skin on mine.

Asa moaned softly, and my half hard dick went to full mast in about two seconds flat. I loved how vocal he was and how he didn’t try to hide his reactions. He fully gave in to the moment, and it took every ounce of my self-control to stay still and let him make the next move.

One of his hands landed on my thigh, and the other on my left pec. Then he closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine with another of those sighs that were going to be the death of me.

I let him explore my mouth with soft kisses, enjoying his teasing and loving the fact that he wanted this as much as me.

Kissing had never been a big thing for me. I had no problems doing it, but it was just another facet of foreplay, one I was perfectly happy to skip.

But not with Asa

I’d hoped that the last time had been a fluke and more of a reaction to having my first kiss with a man, but that didn’t explain why I’d spent the past week not just thinking about it but wanting to do it again.

Asa dipped his tongue between my parted lips, deepening the kiss as he slid his hand from my thigh to my hip.

Giving into the lust and desire swirling around inside me, I kissed him back, hard and frantic, our mouths and tongues slotting and sliding together as the rest of the world melted away.

Asa shifted closer and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Not thinking about what I was doing, I grabbed his waist and hauled him toward me.

He let out the sexiest little squeal and let me drag him onto my lap. I used my grip on him to keep him as close as possible as our mouths crashed together in another hard kiss.

He rocked against me, dragging his cock against mine. Stars exploded behind my closed lids, and I let out a loud moan when he cupped my cheeks and held me in place. This position made him taller than me, and he used his leverage to ravage my mouth with bruising kisses.

I was so lost in the moment the shrill sound of another huge tip startled me out of my daze, bringing me back to reality with a pathetic cry of surprise.

Asa jumped and tore his mouth from mine, looking as shocked as I felt.

We locked eyes for a moment, both of us breathing hard, then turned to the laptop at the same time.

biglife: thank you. That was so hot

“Thanks, Biglife.” I cleared my throat and let go of Asa. “And yes, it was.”

He slid off my lap and settled on the bed next to me, his cheeks pink and his lips kiss-swollen and red.

More tips came in, along with a ton of comments. I did my best to thank everyone and calm the fuck down. I’d gotten so into things I hadn’t realized how close I was until we pulled apart, all from kissing.

What the actual fuck?

“Ready to get things started?” I asked the camera, trying to shift my focus back onto the show and off that soul-searing kiss.

More tips and comments filled the chat. I took a second to set up our goals, then sat back.

A solid wall of tips filled the chat, and we smashed through our first goal in less than thirty seconds.

I couldn’t help glancing at Asa in surprise. He was covering it well, but I could tell he was just as shocked as I was.

“Ready?” I asked quietly, making sure only he could hear me.

He nodded.

As one, we pulled off our shirts and tossed them aside.

More tips came in, and more comments. I gave my laptop a cursory glance to make sure everything was still going as it should, then returned my focus to Asa.

He was staring at me, his eyes wide and a blush painting his cheekbones. Keeping eye contact with him, I got up on my knees and turned to face him. He did the same, mirroring my pose. I traced my gaze over his chest, pausing on his nipple rings. My mouth watered, and my dick pulsed as I remembered how he squirmed and gasped the last time I played with them.

I’d never really had a thing for piercings or tattoos, but for some reason, I was fascinated by his. Unlike a lot of ink I’d seen on guys, his sleeve was a mix of small black and white pieces that were all similar in style but didn’t seem to follow any sort of pattern or theme.

I’d gotten so used to seeing his facial and ear piercings over the years that I barely noticed them now. His nipples were a completely different story. Seeing them at our last show had been a shock, and I’d spent way too much time thinking about them since that night.

Reaching out, I loosely gripped his hips and bent my head so I could take one of his piercings into my mouth.

He gasped and arched into me. One hand cupped the back of my neck, and the other landed on my shoulders and squeezed hard, kneading the muscles in a way that was both arousing and somehow soothing.

A low moan escaped my throat as I tongued and gently bit his piercing. The barbells he’d had in the last time were hot, but the little horseshoe rings with ball bearing closings he had in now were easier to manipulate, and the steady stream of moans falling from his lips only spurred me on.

The soft chimes of tips rang out in the room, soft and melodic, but I ignored them as I released his piercing and moved to his other nipple to give it the same treatment.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered when I gave the ring a tug with my teeth.

Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. He was staring down at me, his eyes glazed and his cheeks and neck flushed with arousal.

Feeling greedy, I released his nipple and kissed my way up his chest and to his throat.

He tilted his head to the side, threading one hand into the hair at the base of my neck as he used the other to pull my ball cap off and gently scratch his nails just over my ear.

Groaning, I sucked on his neck, being careful not to leave a mark on his pale skin.

“Harder,” he whispered, pulling my head tighter against his throat. “Mark me.”

My dick pulsed and my balls throbbed at the quiet command, and I obliged, nibbling and sucking on his throat until I was sure I’d done just that.

A loud chime broke through my haze, and I pulled away from him with a reluctant groan. Instead of looking at the laptop, I stared at the dark bruise forming on his neck.

Fuck, that was hot. I’d never been into marking, but seeing my hickey on Asa’s neck was doing things to me it had no business doing. So was the knowledge that he’d remember exactly how he got it every time he looked in the mirror.

Tearing my eyes from the mark, I focused my attention on my laptop.

We’d cleared our second goal and were halfway to our third. I glanced at the viewer counter and almost choked. There were over three thousand people in our room.

“Thanks to everyone who tipped,” I said, my voice raspy. “Sorry if I missed any requests or comments. We were a bit distracted. Looks like it’s time to get rid of these.” I snapped the waistband of my sweatpants.

As one, Asa and I stripped off our sweats and tossed them aside, revealing the jockstraps we’d both put on.

More tips flowed in, but instead of posing and showing off, I grabbed Asa’s hips and yanked him toward me. He came willingly, pressing his lithe body against mine as our mouths crashed together in a rough and bruising kiss.

With a low growl, I gripped his ass and kneaded the full globes in my hands. Asa let out the sexiest little whimpers and rocked his hips, dragging his cock against mine and driving me even closer to the edge.

Jesus fuck. This wasn’t like me at all. I wasn’t that guy who got all growly and manhandled my partners, and I never lost control. It was usually a struggle for me to stay in the moment, but it was like I lost all my higher brain function the moment Asa touched me.

The alarm telling us we’d hit our final goal broke through my haze, and I had to fight the urge to ignore it and keep going.

Dragging my attention from Asa, I let go of him and turned to the laptop. I could see him on screen, and he looked just as wrecked as I felt.

“Thanks to everyone who tipped,” I said, trying to get my head back in the game. “Now it’s time for our first vote. I’ll tell you both options, then we’ll do each one so you can tip and tell us what you want to see.” I waited to see if anyone needed me to clarify the rules.

I’d learned pretty quick that not everyone who watched my shows spoke English as a first language, so I never minded explaining things that seemed like they should be simple to get. When no questions came in, I got the ball rolling, so to speak.

“Vote number one. Would you rather we take these off?” I tugged the elastic waistband of my jock down a few inches as a tease. “Or do you want us to keep them on until later in the show?”

I glanced at the tip counter. “Votes for take them off?” I waited for the tips to stop and made a mental note of the total. “And votes for leave them on?”