Page 52 of Playing By Ear

“Nothing.” Jamie pressed his phone screen to his chest.

“Just this month’s Drake meme.” Colin held up his own phone. “Wanna see new puppy pics?” As the others whooped and made grabby hands, he slid down the bench to show them. “Now, only look in the folder marked Doggos, or you might see things you can never un-see.”

“We know to be careful,” Liam said. “We’ve all got a folder for homemade porn.”

“I don’t,” Fergus said, to much laughter.

“Ten quid says your husband’s got one,” Colin told him, then looked back at Jamie and made a shooing motion beneath his elbow where no one else could see. Jamie slipped away toward the gents.

It was empty when he walked in, thank God. Jamie kept his phone pocketed until he’d entered the far cubicle and locked the door behind him. Then he set it sideways atop the bog-roll holder to keep his trembling hands from dropping it in the toilet. He managed to unwind the earphone wires enough so he could stand up straight.

By now Perry had earned about a hundred pounds just sitting there and casually touching himself. “Okay,” he said, “now I’m convinced you want it.”

Ah. Instead of taking requests like most cam models, Perry put himself in control, teasing followers with promises of what he would do after they ponied up the cash.

Perry rose onto his knees, letting the kilt fall back into place, as if to show how much he could tent it. “Time to take this off?”

The chat window exploded with an all-caps chorus of approval.

Perry slowly undid his belt, then unwrapped the kilt and tossed it away. He turned sideways, providing a profile shot and Jamie’s first full view of his muscular arse and thighs.

Perry leaned over and reached toward the bedside table, keeping his face just offscreen. “Our old friend.” He revealed a long, translucent masturbation sleeve, still occupying what looked like a warming stand. “Who wants to watch me use this?”

Holy hell.

Instinctively, Jamie reached for the tip button, then pulled his hand back. That way lay madness.

“While you’re answering…” Perry set down the sleeve “…I need a wee bit of this.” He pushed down his foreskin with one hand and dribbled a dollop of lube onto his cock head with the other. Then he spread the lube with one mesmerizing finger, over and around, up and down, making his entire length glisten in the studio lights.

Jamie pressed his lips together, holding his breath to stop himself moaning with thirst. If only he could reach through the screen and touch this marvel himself, hear Perry’s soft exhalation in response. If only he could right now run his tongue along the bulging vein and under the edges of the rounded head.

When the tips had reached five thousand tokens—about two hundred pounds—Perry picked up the sleeve in his near hand. “I’ll start real slow.” He slipped the sleeve over the tip of his cock. “Just giving you a taste.” He shifted his hips, fucking the first inch of the sleeve with the gentlest of thrusts.

Jamie closed his eyes. If he’d gone directly home after training session, he’d be having the mother of all wanks.

“You like it,” Perry murmured, pausing between each sentence. “You love it. You ask for more. So I give it to you.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck.

“But not as much as you want,” Perry said, “and you know why?” He gave a low, sultry laugh. “Because more than anything, I love to hear you beg.”

A tsunami of tips appeared, along with a deluge of typo-riddled comments. Jamie did a quick calculation. Perry had made £250 from only thirty-five viewers. Impressive.

“There you go.” Perry positioned a pillow on either side of the masturbation sleeve to steady it. “Now I can hold you down and fuck you harder.” He placed his hands where a lover’s shoulders would be, his face now offscreen toward the right.

Jamie watched, transfixed, as Perry’s arse and thighs flexed and released with each quick, savage thrust. So what if other men were getting the same eyeful? For them, Perry was only a fantasy, but he was Jamie’s reality.

“Tell me you want more.” Perry’s voice took on an edge while still somehow maintaining its Highland lilt. “Show me how much you want it.”

Great fucking God. Jamie sagged against the wall and blinked hard.

“You feel so good.” Perry was breathless now. “So good…so…fucking…good.”

Jamie grabbed his phone and switched off the screen. Then he opened the cubicle door and made a beeline for the nearest sink, his knees like jelly. Avoiding his own reflection in the mirror, he bent over and splashed cold water on his face. An entire iceberg wouldn’t cool this burn.

“That good, aye?”

Jamie looked up. Colin was offering a towel and a smirk.