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DEX

Leaning back in my chair, I scanned the comments in my chat. Some were the usual lewd comments or demands to see my feet, most were requests for me to take the rest of my clothes off.

“I’ll get naked when I hit my goal,” I said to my audience, tossing them a cocky grin. I ran one hand down my bare chest, then slowly rubbed my palm over my cock, but didn’t make a move to pull down my sweats.

That set off another flurry of comments, but also a cascade of tips that pushed me over my “take off my pants” goal.

“You guys are eager tonight,” I commented. “Guess it’s time to get rid of these.” Hooking my thumb over the waistband of my sweats, I tugged them down a few inches to show off the top of my briefs.

“No, it’s not a jock,” I said when several people asked if I was wearing a jockstrap in the chat. “Do you guys want to see me in one?”

The chat went crazy with people saying yes, the same as it did whenever I brought up wearing one.

“Maybe I’ll do a special show next week,” I mused, pretending to mull the idea over as the chat blew up with comments.

One of my regulars sent me a tip request, which meant they’d added a comment to their tip that only I could see.

biglife: how much for you to put one on now?

“Thank you, Biglife,” I said with a smile. “Should I add a new goal?” I asked the camera, really playing it up and pretending like I wasn’t sure what I should do. “Do you guys want to see me in one right now?”

A solid wall of affirmative answers moved through my chat so quickly I could barely read them all.

“I guess that’s a yes,” I chuckled and pulled my keyboard closer. It only took a few clicks to add another goal to the ones I’d set at the beginning of the show.

I didn’t even get a chance to look up from my keyboard when a shrill ring played over my speakers, indicating that the goal had been met.

“Thanks, Biglife,” I said to the camera. They’d cleared my goal in one tip drop. “I didn’t really think this through,” I said with an embarrassed-sounding chuckle. “I don’t actually have any jocks in my room. I’ll have to grab one out of the laundry and put it on. Is that okay? I’ll only be off cam for a few minutes.”

More affirmatives came through the chat.

“brB,” I said. “Don’t go anywhere if you want to see the big reveal.”

Without bothering to read people’s answers, I hurried out into the hallway so I could grab a pair out of the dryer.

I only owned two jockstraps, and I made a mental note to pick up a few more since people were willing to pay to see them.

Still standing in front of the dryer, I quickly swapped them for my briefs and then hurried back into my room. The algorithm didn’t like it when you left your room, and people tended to bail or skip rooms if you were off cam for more than a few minutes.

Thankfully my numbers hadn’t dropped much when I was back in front of my laptop. I didn’t bother sitting down since I’d have to get back up to take my pants off.

My head and shoulders were cut off from the video when I stood, but they got a good view of everything from my chest to my thighs, which was what most people wanted to see right now anyway.

“Are you ready for the big reveal?”

Keeping an eye on the chat to make sure I didn’t miss anything important, I slowly peeled my sweats off, giving them a little bit of a striptease as I did.

By the time they were off and on the floor, I’d already cleared my “get fully naked” goal.

“What do you think?” I asked, flexing as I showed off the emerald-green jock with bright white trim.

The tip chime rang like crazy as people showed their appreciation as I posed and showed off the jock from every angle.

I’d only ever worn athletic ones, but I had to admit the everyday ones were sexy as hell. I loved the way they emphasized my bulge and how the straps framed my ass and made it look even more round and full.

My audience seemed to love it too, and the tips kept flowing the more I showed it off.

When things finally died down, I plopped back into my chair and checked my tip total. I was definitely going to incorporate jocks into my lineup from now on. I’d already made more than my last show, and I hadn’t even pulled my dick out yet.

“You really like them, huh?” I rubbed my hand over my length, teasing it to hardness. “I almost feel sad taking them off after everyone tipped so much.”

Another tip request came through from a different regular.

mrstripes: leave them on so we can see you come on them

“Thank you, Stripes. Do you want me to leave them on so you can see me come on them?” I asked the room.

The comments and tips that came in told me that was exactly what they wanted. I took a quick drink from the glass of water I’d stashed on my desk, then adjusted the angle of the webcam to give them the best view of my dick now that it was time to get the party started, so to speak.

Leaning back in my chair, I spread my legs wide and slowly pulled my dick free of the jock.

The tip chime and my comment section went nuts as I teased it and showed off for the camera.

“You want story time?” I asked as a comment from one of my regulars caught my attention. I gave myself a few lazy strokes. “What do you want to hear about tonight?”

A bunch of suggestions appeared in the chat, along with a tip request from a username I didn’t recognize.

jayjay: are you gay?

“Thank you, JayJay. I’m bi.”

My sexuality was in my bio, along with my height and relationship status, but that didn’t stop people from asking me about them multiple times a show.

Another tip request appeared on screen.

Falcon40: tell us about the first time you fucked a guy

“Thank you, Falcon. You want to hear about the first time I fucked a guy?” I asked my audience, still lazily stroking myself.

This was one of the most popular stories people asked for, and even my regulars seemed to enjoy hearing me repeat it.

“I was nineteen,” I said, ignoring the little flutter that tickled my chest as the memories of that night came flooding back to me. “And I was home from college for Christmas break.”

Heat moved through my stomach and down to my balls as my body tightened. I always got a little hot and bothered when I told this story, but this was way more intense than usual.

“Do you know who it was with?” I asked the chat, loosening my grip on my cock and slowing my strokes so they were teasing instead of pleasurable.

Several of my regulars answered immediately.

carluver: ur stepbro!

noturex: your stepbrother

FelonE: stepbrother!!!

More tips came in as the chat exploded with comments.

That night was probably the biggest mistake I’d ever made, but people loved hearing about it. The only time I ever talked about it, or even let myself think about it, was while I was on cam.

“That’s right, it was with my stepbrother,” I confirmed. “He’s a year younger than me. We were teenagers when we became stepbrothers. Nope. It only happened that one time.” I answered their questions as they came through the chat.

“He’s actually my roommate right now,” I said when several people asked if we still saw each other and if we were close. “But it’s not like that. He needed a place to stay, and I was his only option. We don’t really get along. Never have.”

One of the best pieces of advice I’d read when I was looking into camming was to always be authentic and to not lie to my audience. People were more willing to tune in to shows and tip if they felt a connection to the cammer, and it was hard to form a parasocial relationship with people if they continuously caught you in lies.

I had no problems embellishing things or twisting details to make sure no one could parse together any personal information about me or the people I talked about on here, but I didn’t outright lie unless I had to.

“He’s out right now,” I said when several people asked if he was home. “No, he doesn’t know I do this.”

Comments asking for more details filled the chat.

“You want to know more about that night?” I asked playfully. “If so, you know what to do,” I added as the chat blew up with people saying yes.

The tip chime went crazy as my audience obliged.

The one thing I didn’t like about this cam site was how you couldn’t turn the tip chime off or even mute it without shutting down the feature that highlighted tips in bright red and made them easier to spot among the black text of the chat.

A sound caught my attention as the tips slowed and there was a break in the chiming. Was that the front door closing?

Shit. Was Asa home?

Panic filled my chest, and my mind went utterly blank as my body sort of glitched out. I sat there, stunned, as the world around me narrowed and time seemed to slow down as my heart pounded and my stomach dropped into my feet.

Another sound from the hallway filtered through my door, and my chest tightened to the point that I couldn’t pull in a full breath.

My eyes dropped to the time on my laptop. It wasn’t even ten.

I hadn’t asked Asa how long he would be gone, but it was Saturday night. Who the fuck came home before ten on Saturday night if they didn’t have to work the next day?

The wall of solid text in my chat drew my attention as people asked what was going on and if I was okay. My eyes shifted to the rest of the screen, which was taken up by the video stream and showed exactly what my viewers saw.

I looked petrified. My eyes were wide, my mouth hung open, and my expression was one of pure terror.

I was still trying to reconcile what the fuck was happening when something in the video frame caught my attention.

My door wasn’t closed.

I’d been in such a rush to get back to my desk after changing into the jockstrap that I hadn’t made sure that the door latched behind me, and it must have swung open a few feet without me noticing. My desk was directly across from the door. If I could see into the hall, then Asa could see me from the hall.

Shitshitshitshitshitshit, my brain repeated like a mantra. I froze again, getting stuck somewhere between flight and fight as my panic intensified and my chest tightened to the point I could barely breathe.

A tip request came through, the chime sounding ten times louder than it had before Asa came home, then chimed several times in rapid succession as more people sent both tips and requests.

That seemed to reconnect my brain and body, but instead of muting the chime and getting off my chair and out of Asa’s potential line of sight like a sane person would, I flailed.

Without thinking, I grabbed for my mouse with one hand and tried to close the lid to my laptop with my other. In my panic, I missed the mouse completely and knocked over the glass of water next to it.

I watched in horror as the glass hit my desk and water poured across the wood, rapidly moving toward my laptop as the puddle spread.

“Shit!” I grabbed my laptop to get it off my desk so it didn’t get soaked.

“Dex?” Asa called from the hall. “Are you okay?”

In my haste, I smashed both of my knees against the underside of my desk, making the whole thing wobble precariously. The impact caused the glass and my laptop to slide right off it.

“Fuck!”

Somehow my reflexes kicked in, and I managed to catch my laptop, but since I was still in flail mode, I held it in front of me, the screen facing out, and jumped to my feet in a panic.

“What the fuck is—” Asa pushed my door open.

I spun around to face him, still clutching my computer like a shield, wearing only a jockstrap with my soft dick hanging out.

“The fuck?” He froze, his eyes wide and his mouth falling open like it had been unhinged as he took in the scene in front of him.

That finally knocked me out of flail mode, and I closed my laptop with a snap and used it to cover my junk as we stared at each other in horror.

“Sorry!” He spun around so his back was to me. “Sorry. Your door was…and I heard— I thought you… Sorry!”

Before I could say anything, he took off and sprinted toward the front of the apartment.

“Shit,” I croaked, still staring at my open door in horror. “Wait!” I called, finally finding my voice.

The footsteps paused. “I think I should go,” he called back. “Text me when you don’t need the apartment anymore.”

The footsteps resumed, and a moment later, the front door slammed closed.

I stood there for a few beats, my mind spinning a million miles an hour even as my body went a bit numb from shock.

Asa had caught me camming, but did he know that’s what I was doing? Had he been able to tell from the few seconds we’d stood frozen and staring at each other? Or did he think he caught me jerking off?

What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

A weird sense of cold settled over me as I stared at my open door and tried to process what the fuck had just happened.