I Started An Onlyfans With My Rival

Five

Ezra

Vaughn is playing with his d**k on my screen…ON MY f*****g SCREEN!

It's been a week or two since our Baldwin fight, exactly two weeks without seeing him. He stopped coming for practice and when I eavesdropped, he took a temporary leave to sort himself out.

I bet he must have run out of cash. I wanted to treat him daily to breakfast, lunch, snack even f*****g dinner and dessert if he asked but his stupid pride wont let him. By now I thought he'd be in jail for robbing a bank since he's too much of a good boy to even carry out the plan…if he had one.

Anything but this. I threw my head back and laughed heartily. He started an onlyfans?

I watched as he rubbed his hand over the tip, precum leaking out of it. Seems to me like he has an exhibition kink because he's feeding off the high from the attention he's getting.

Fuckkk…I’m so hard right now.

He grabbed his balls, squeezing a bit before sliding his hand over his c**k and I can't help but mimic his movements.

His left hand pushes his sweatpants down even more while his right hand works his c**k even more. I can't believe I'm turned on by him. He's not even my type. He is too British for me, technically his half British and Russian.

I should close my eyes. Change the site to a MF site but instead im f*****g my hand to the guy who hates me…a f*****g guy!

He tugs his c**k even harder while his eyes are jammed shut.

“Ffuck…” The word just gusts from my mouth while my d**k leaks in my hand.

Squeezing it harder, I stroke faster, the fire inside me building to a roaring blaze. My left hand slinks up my chest and I brush my n****e, whimpering at the sensation that seems to be winding through every nerve in my body.

God, I want to come. I just need to come so bad right now, that's all I can think about. I’m chasing my orgasm, f*****g up into my hand with twisted and warped images in my brain of someone else getting me there.

I don’t know who it is, but it’s a person, and I think they’re not like anyone I’ve ever done this with before. I think they’re bigger… Like my size. Warm and hard everywhere.

I imagine them kissing down my chest, sucking my n****e as hard as I’m pinching it. Gliding lower, biting me and tonguing their way through the lines of my abs. Then taking my c**k into their wet mouth and sucking on it the way I might…Timid but hungry. Nervously ravenous.

“God, f**k… yes…” I whisper, keeping my eyes shut tight, because if I open them, I might lose this… whatever it is.

This fantasy. This dirty, delicious, puzzling reverie.

In my imagination, I reach down for their head and feel thick strands of hair and thread my fingers through soft hair, gripping it in my fist while I ride their mouth and my toes curl.

I’m so f*****g close… I’m so, so close, and all I want in the world is to blow every thick pulse of c*m I can down their throat and watch them swallow for me.

My hand is working on its own, dragging myself to the edge harder and harder, legs spreading, muscles constricting. It feels so f*****g good, I just… “f**k, I’m coming,” I rush out the words, to no one, because my imaginary friend isn’t here.

It’s just me, stroking out my orgasm onto my abs.

But damn, it still feels f*****g great.

My d**k shoots while I whine and rasp out hushed sounds, soaking myself in streams of slick c*m. Chest pumping up and down, I release every drop and then sort of melt into the mattress, ragged breaths flying out of me as I try to catch them.

I sighed. My eyes collide with his and my breath hitches. Is it possible to see through the screen? I suddenly hated myself for not seeing his face when he came.

I wired a ten grand then typed a message.

@prettyboymenace: Care for a private one on one session? I’ll pay a heavy load.