Mark's sneaky text in Part 4 set up a great night for Brian and Josh, a long-time friend that you can read more about in Part 1.
After I figuratively tore Mark a new one, I responded to Josh's text.
Josh intended to stay with me for a week. He was one of my best friends from high school. As a loyal person who believes friends are family, I wasn't in a position to say no.
After a couple of blowjobs, more commonly known as "Sundays", Josh arrived. He crashed at my place on a Sunday, meaning I would go a week without my usual service.
Although Josh knew a couple of other people in town, he didn't have plans on hanging out with them. He mentioned meeting up with a fan of his cam show as a kind gesture. He said it with an air of celebrity.
I suggested Josh sleep on the couch, but he insisted that we sleep in my bed together, "Like a sleepover."
Josh could make anyone do just about anything. Not because he was cunning or sly. He wasn't an alpha nor a master of persuasion. Honest and self-aware, he had unending optimism. Saying no to him was like denying a child dessert. No matter how childish it appeared, we slept in the same bed together..
I woke up early for work that Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, which meant Josh fended for himself until my long weekend began. He told me he would just broadcast shows during the day. He asked for lube and a towel to use as a cum rag. I met his outlandish requests with the same mixture of reluctance and inability to say no as I did the summer before college when I ate his cum.
Each morning both he and I sported wood. His boxers struggled to contain his enormous cock. I wanted him to put on more layers. But I would have to lead by example, and I can't sleep in more layers than one, so it continued.
On Monday, Josh and I grabbed burgers after an intense workout. Josh maintained a slender body with abs faintly outlined. He ran on the treadmill and powered through sit-ups. His routine unchanged since high school, his body now appeared less lanky and self-conscious. He looked good for a man who lived and worked in his parents' basement.
He strutted around the showers, not in a domineering gait of confidence, but with a hint of jolly, as if his presence was a modest gift. Sexuality aside, every man in the showers caught a fleeting glance of his thick and long flaccid dick. A dick is a dick until it's Josh's.
He took time to dry off and get dressed. Each stranger's glance at his schlong reset Josh's internal clock before it was time to leave for burgers. I eventually demanded he get ready, my stomach grumbling.
We repeated Monday on Tuesday but cooked together at my place.
With a mouthful of rice, Josh told me he was planning on doing a show tonight. "I would do it in the bedroom but the lighting is so bad."
I thought about what that meant. If I needed to grab a snack or use the bathroom, I would see him from the hall, or the kitchen, just beating off. He would be talking and answering naughty questions. It occurred to me that he had done this yesterday while worked at the office. I hoped he laid a towel down on the couch before sticking anything up his but. Mark said Josh liked ass play.
I was used to seeing Mark's cock. I had even acclimated to his cumming every now and then and took extra care to stay out of the line of fire. But that was a tolerance that I built up over time, as Mark and I became closer friends and trusted each other more. I had confidence in our boundaries.
But that didn't mean I was eager to see another dude jack off in my living room. I'd been friends with Josh for years and seen his dick a million times, but I only ever saw it erect once. And that one time resulted in both touching it and getting cum in my mouth. He'd have to forgive me if masturbating in my living room was the last thing I wanted him to do.
"Sure," I said, surprising even myself at my apathetic permission. It's not like I had to do it with him. And if I needed to take a break from binge-watching a show on my laptop in bed, I wouldn't have to look or listen to what was going on.
"Awesome. I make a significant amount of change doing this. Nights are way more lucrative than days, so with this unpaid week off of work it's really helpful." he said, finishing his meal.
"It's not a problem. I'll stay out of your hair."
Silence lingered over the room as we cleared the table.
"Have you ever thought about camming?" Josh asked casually, washing his dishes in the sink. "Easy and fun way to make money. As I recall you have a good sized dick for it too."
"No, I haven't," I stammered. I didn't expect him to bring up our decade-old circle jerk.
"Yeah, man. It might be worth looking into," Josh bounded to the living room to set up his equipment. "Gay dudes go gaga over straight dudes."
I remained expressionless, stifling a smile at the thought of Mark's lust for my cock. When I wasn't caught in the heat of the moment, Mark's enthusiasm made me laugh. He would trip over himself for my cock.
"Tasting your own cum will get you at least a hundred dollars." Josh adjusted the camera tripod. "And you didn't seem to have such a big issue with that."
Josh's tone contained no hint of teasing. He had no hang-ups about what happened that day. He certainly hadn't judged me for being the one to swallow my cum, his cum, and our friend Greg's cum. But he hadn't suppressed the memory either as I had.
"I mean, that's not exactly true," I countered.
"Oh, sorry. I just thought," he searched for the right words, realizing he overstepped.
"No, it's fine," I relented. "I'll think about it, but it doesn't sound like my kind of thing."
"No worries. You're free to watch at any point. It's pretty tame and cammers have a lot of control over what they choose to do. Might seal the deal for you."
Was Josh even listening to me?
"Yeah, no, nevermind," he trailed off, reacting to the unimpressed look on my face.
