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“Well, I guess you do. I just…I never want it to be weird. I know what I do is unconventional.”
I want to reassure him that I don’t care about that. What the hell is conventional anyway? We all have our own hustles. He seems to enjoy what he does. “Maybe, but it seems you’re doing well for yourself.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “You have no idea.”
I don’t know what that means, but from what Carter’s moms have said, they’re all doing pretty damn well, so who am I to judge? This is capitalism at its finest. There’s a market for it, so why not capitalize on it?
It’s what I did with my automotive job. There was a need for people to repair cars and look at me now. I own my own house and have my own business. I even have employees who work for me.
That’s exactly what Damon is doing.
Only what he does is slightly different. Maybe I should check it out just to look at the site and scan through the pictures. Perhaps just take a peek at a teaser.
You know, for research.
Getting to know my neighbor better.
There’s nothing wrong with that.
Right?
I quickly shake that off. I can’t do that. It would be wrong.
Although…Damon doesn’t seem all that shy about what he does. Nor should he be. In fact, he’d probably be delighted if I took a look.
Maybe just a teensy tiny look to get to know the man who is so damn intriguing. To see what being a camboy is all about. Maybe later. Much later.
Damon hangs around my garage for a while, chatting with me about everything and nothing all at the same time before he tells me he’s going to grab something to eat and go work out. I don’t know if working out means going to a gym or something else. Something else that involves cardio. And I don’t ask. I just wave goodbye, watching as Damon tries to wrangle all of the dogs before I amble back inside my house, trying to talk myself out of going to my computer.
I mean…even if I did take a peek, it’s not a big deal.
It’s not.
Before I can even blink, my finger is pushing the power button and I stare at the home screen for far too long.
I really shouldn’t do this. I don’t watch gay porn. Hell, I don’t even really watch straight porn. It’s just never really interested me much.
But Damon…
His plants and his…
Yeah, I can’t seem to get it out of my mind. The only thing left to do is to watch a bit of it, so I can forget about it. With trembling hands, I click on the browser and search for something close to the site’s name because I can’t quite remember what it’s called. The moms have talked about it enough that I should know it by now, but I can’t quite bring up the entire name. Even so, the keywords I type in bring it up almost immediately.
The first page appears and my eyes snag on several clips of various camboys in different positions, although upon closer inspection, it seems to really only be featuring five. And Damon is definitely one of them. His eyes seem to meet mine from the clip as he takes a cock up his ass, and my heart is beating rapidly, my chest almost aching from the pressure.
Holy shit.
I swallow roughly and run a hand down my face, my stubble abrading my palm. I can do this. I can totally do this. I’ll just watch two seconds of one clip, just so I can get to know my neighbor a little better.
I take a deep breath and click on another clip, my eyes closing immediately, and I almost shut it off. This is wrong. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
It’s just a little tease though. I’m not even subscribing. No one will even know I’m here. And yet, my eyes stay shut. But as soon as I hear a sweet, deep moan coming from my computer, my eyes pop open to see Damon front and center on the screen. He’s naked and on his couch, his plants littering the background. He looks ethereal. Like a fairy. His cheeks are painted with glitter, his eyes smudged with eyeliner, his lips a light pink.
His hand is stroking his hard cock as he bites down on his full bottom lip, his eyes trained on the camera.
And I can’t breathe. There’s no air in this room. What happened to the goddamn air?
I just watch him for what feels like an eternity. It’s like he’s staring into my soul and offering me the sweetest bite of something so forbidden. His abdominal muscles constrict, his breathing growing labored, and I know he’s about to come, about to blow his load for the camera. But before any of that happens, the clip ends, and I’m left wanting more.
