My grip tightened around my cock as my strokes became more insistent, driven by the vivid image of Ken, now on his knees in front of me, obeying my orders without hesitation. As I slid my cock into his eager mouth, I groaned at how amazing it felt—even if it was only in my imagination, those gorgeous hazel eyes looking up at me as he took me deep down his throat. My breath caught at the warmth of his tongue as it swirled around mysensitive head, teasing and tormenting me in the most delicious way.
“Shit… yes,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “You like that, don’t you? You want to taste every fucking inch of me.”
My audience didn’t know who I was talking to—but I fucking did.
I tightened my grip on my shaft and increased the speed of my strokes. The sensation sent a shudder through me, making my legs feel weak. “Take it all, baby.” I imagined myself throat fucking Ken, picturing him trying to take my entire length in his mouth. He choked and gagged on my cock, but didn’t back down, his eyes pleading for more. In my fantasy, I pulled him closer, holding him in place as I fucked his mouth mercilessly, the wet sounds echoing in my head. “You’re gonna choke on this dick, but you love it, don’t you?”
The pleasure built inside me. I couldn’t hold back much longer, not with the way my body trembled, and my breath hitched in my throat. A string of obscenities escaped my lips, my heart beating like a fucking drum in my chest, torn between guilt and pleasure. I shouldn’t have been thinking about Ken this way, but my body craved these fantasies, hungry for a sexual connection to a man I was just getting close to.
My hand moved furiously, the anticipation of reaching my climax driving me wild. My mind was consumed by the fantasy of Ken. The sound of my groans filled the shower, bouncing off the tiles.
“Fuck, I’m almost there,” I panted as the pressure built within me. My hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting deeper into that imaginary mouth. Then, with one final stroke, I exploded. My cum shot out, streaking my hand and my stomach, mixing with the hot water cascading down my body. My knees nearly buckled from the intensity of the orgasm, and I took several deep breaths to regain my composure.
As I slowly washed off the remnants of my release, I made sure to prolong each touch, both for me and the audience, letting my hands roam over my body, teasing and caressing every inch of skin. My fingers lingered on my hard nipples and I hissed at the touch.
A glance at the clock told me I’d been on for nearly thirty minutes. Good. Past experience told me that anything over twenty minutes was more lucrative. Just as important, I wanted to give the audience a show they would remember—and I think I satisfied them. “Thanks for joining me tonight, guys,” I said softly, glancing at the camera. “I hope you enjoyed the show as much as I did.”
I reached over and turned the camera off, ending the live feed. As the water continued to pour over me, I thought about Ken, who had no idea of the effect he’d had on me tonight.
But as much as I craved his touch, someone like him–kind, gentle, and caring–deserved so much better than a man who sold his body online for money.
No, Ken Parker was just another beautiful fantasy, and fantasies were all I had.
Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, then headed into my bedroom and glanced down at my laptop, curious to see how the show had gone over with my fans. As soon as I logged in, I was blown away by the generosity of my patrons. Tips and messages poured in, praising my performance, and begging for more.
There was a strange sense of pride that I’d given them what they wanted, even if it was just sexual content. “Thank you all so much,” I typed into the chatroom reserved for my exclusive fans. “You guys are amazing.”
“Magic Marco, that was the best show you’ve ever done!” one user exclaimed. “Hot as hell! What got into you tonight?”
A wry smile crossed my lips as I thought about Ken. How could I explain to these people that a simple, innocent kiss with a sweet, gentle man had sparked such raw desire?
Instead, I settled for a half-truth. “Let’s say I was inspired by a special guy tonight.”
The chatroom erupted in curiosity, everyone clamoring to learn more about the man who had turned their favorite online performer into an even hotter commodity. But I’d never share anything that would incriminate him. Ken deserved better than to be dragged into this part of my life, no matter how much he had unknowingly affected me. “Thanks for your support, guys. Really, it means the world to me. Good night,” I wrote before signing off, closing the laptop, and allowing the weight of my reality to settle on my shoulders.
With a heavy sigh, I began to disassemble the ring light, the harsh circle of brightness fading as I switched it off. But despite that shower, I felt like I was coated in grime. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, unable to shake the guilt that clung to me like a second skin. Ken’s face haunted my thoughts, his beautiful eyes and gentle smile a stark contrast to the filthy act I’d just performed for an audience of strangers.
As I wound up the cords and tucked away equipment, cold reality crashed down on any warmth that sweet kiss had brought me. Who was I to deserve someone like Ken? He was an upstanding teacher, shaping young minds.
Me? I was Magic Marco, selling my body online.
Ken deserved someone good and kind like himself, a man who could be proud of their actions, someone who didn’t need to hide behind a screen name and a locked door. Kissing him tonight had been a huge mistake, I knew that. Yeah, right now Ken might be imagining something between us.
But if he knew about this, about Magic Marco—well, he wouldn’t want me.
Couldn’t want me.
“Magic fucking Marco,” I repeated as I shoved the last piece of equipment into the closet. But even as I closed the door shut, my resolve was crumbling. The memory of Ken’s soft lips, the heat of his gaze, burned bright within me, and I could no longer deny the truth.
I wanted him, needed him, more than anything else in the world—but it couldn’t happen, not between us.
It wasn’t even about waiting until the summer, and our bad timing.
I had to stay away from Ken for his own good.
Chapter Seven
Ken
