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“You’d be surprised.”
“Probably not, now that I think about it. People can be real jerks. Is it weird to have fans of your cock? Like, that’s all they know about you? Just this big massive Kraken cock that—” He waved a hand with a soft snort. “You get my drift.”
“Kraken cock,” I echoed. “Wasn’t that a giant squid, though?”
Jesse shrugged. “Giant is the operative word, regardless.”
“Never thought too deeply about it before, but yeah, I guess it’s a little strange. Temporary, like everything else, though. When I stop making videos, no one will miss them. They’ll just find some other big-cocked dude to watch.”
“I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be sad or relieving.” Jesse chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. I glanced away when he licked his lips. “So why do you do it?”
I rested back on my elbows. “My baby sister has an extremely rare blood disorder—“
“Oh my god.” Jesse’s brow creased with sympathy. “I’m so sorry.”
I nodded solemnly. “Yeah, she needs this special medicine made from the powdered hooves of a Scimitar-Horned Oryx.”
He narrowed his eyes as my lips started quivering from trying to hold back a grin. “You fucker. You shouldn’t joke about stuff like that.”
“I know.” I tried for a repentant expression but ended up grinning. “She actually does have a rare blood disorder, but it’s controlled, and my parents have good insurance.” I shrugged. “I do it because…” I’d thought about this plenty of times and had answers both shallow and more introspective. “I don’t have a shot at being drafted now, and I mean, I’m not dumb or anything, but I know the stats on health issues for football players long term, and I know the job market is tough right now, too. Graduating with an exercise science degree isn’t going to have me rolling in dough any time soon. So I think of it like insurance or a twist on a 401K. I put everything in savings. If my family needs a little extra help, I can provide it, and I’m also socking away money for later in case I need it.” I laughed at the face he made. “You look so disappointed right now. Are you? You liked it better when there was a noble cause?”
“Nah. That’s…very sensible.”
“Ah, surprised, then.”
“A little. Are you sad about the draft thing, though? I mean isn’t that the ultimate goal? The reason most guys play ball in college?”
The sympathy in Jesse’s gaze caught me by surprise and I found myself nodding when I’d meant to just shrug it off. “I was. I still get upset about it sometimes, though it was never a guarantee in the first place. I’m just not that qualified to do anything else and—“
Jesse smacked the comforter. “Don’t sell yourself short,” he said, wagging his finger so passionately at me that my lips curled into a smile.
“You have to admit being a personal trainer or working in a gym or something isn’t the same as sharing a bench with your fellow 49ers.”
“What the hell is a 49er anyway? Whatever.” He winked.
“I thought about maybe opening my own gym someday.” It was the one idea I’d stumbled upon after my injury when I was trying to drag myself away from the month-long pity party I’d thrown myself. It’d worked, though, and I’d held on to it ever since.
“I candefinitelysee that.” Jesse cocked his head at me, then nodded emphatically. “Oh yeah. It’d suit you.” He fanned his face with a self-deprecating chuckle. “Ignore me. Tangent. Anyway, I’m glad you’re not too sad. Did you ever consider using some of this money you’re earning to bankroll your gym?”
I nodded. “Yep. It’s easy money. I don’t know if you saw, but I have an OnlyFans account where people leave tips and—”
“I know. I saw, ” Jesse whispered. He face-planted on the bed and pulled a pillow over his head, muffling his groan. “I signed up for the first month. Again,beforeI knew it was you. I canceled obvs. You take requests.” He groaned again, louder this time. “I was the one who asked you to play with your hole and suggested incorporating toys.”
I yanked the pillow from his head. “You were hardluck22? Gah, you were a super-active subscriber. Liked a whole bunch of my posts and—”
“Shut up,” he hissed. “Iknow.Believe me, I know.”
“Man, I was sad when you unsubscribed. I actually missed you. You had some creative use of emojis. Especially the eggplant.” At Jesse’s miserable expression, I lost it. “Dude, seriously, please don’t feel weird or guilty or awkward or something. It’s just a dick, and we’ve all got to jerk off to something. Also, the video I did after your suggestion? It’s one of my most viewed.”
“Really?” He perked up when I nodded.
“Yeah, it turned out superhot if I do say so myself.” I’d gotten a small bendable tripod and had aimed it at the bed before getting bare-assed naked on all fours. Problem was, again, I couldn’t get those close-up shots that people seemed to love without doing a million takes.
“Oh, it was definitely hot. Did you end up doing anything with toys?”
“Ummm, no. But only because I wasn’t really sure what to get, and, well, I’m not sure I’m down for penetration yet, even though I know the response would be through the roof.”
Jesse was quiet long enough that I suspected he was having an internal debate with himself. “Did you ever consider trying to find a camera guy? A lot of the other guys have them, even the ones doing solo jerks.”