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At the very last second, I flipped open the camera again and hit record.

If he wanted to see, I was too pleasure-drunk to say no.

That orgasm sparked up from my spine, lighting my whole body on fire when I let go. It was waves of pleasure crashing over me, drowning me–suffocating me in a way I hadn’t felt before.

Not with someone or alone–I'd never felt it.

Honestly, I thought I was going to pass out from it before it was even over.

My throat was raw from crying out, and my body felt weightless, lying on my suddenly much comfier bed, not even caring that my chest was a mess now–I was just floaty and happy.

So satisfied.

I was starting to fade in and out of sleep, only coming back to life when I heard my own groans.

That was a real wake-up call.

I quickly looked at my phone, hitting the mute button on the video to clear out the audio before hitting send.

The weirdest part–still in the post orgasm haze–I didn’t even hesitate. He got me off that good–it was the least I could do.

And you know what?

That was the best nap and use of my day off I'd ever had.

Chapter 9

Landon

MetalMonkey: I’m not freaking out. Just really tired now.

My brain was still clicking online, trying to focus on his message and craft some kind of supportive response–I knew he needed it.

Even if he wasn’t freaking out yet, he probably would when he woke up.

And I really didn’t want him to disappear.

He was still showing online, but I was almost certain he just fell asleep with his phone unlocked if his high was half as good as mine was.

My day had been so normal and calm–I was excited to finally have all my stuff again. I’d been unpacking and moving stuff all day, but one little message from Metal and I was stopped altogether.

I was so much more productive when he was sleeping.

Once my senses started to come back, I forced myself off my bed and into the shower to get cleaned up.

I hadn’t meant to just lose an hour jerking off to my online buddy, but he sent that video and picture, and I was locked in. I was only lazily jerking off while texting him, mostly because I wasn’t fucking up that window opening by half-texting him.

He needed something specific, and I wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

A new feeling for me–I normally never engaged that much with guys on this app, but I also normally never talked to them for more than an hour or two.

By the time I was cleaned up and dressed again, I was grabbing my phone to text him back. I set out for something so innocent and supportive, but that video was still on my screen, causing a deep throb in my dick.

There was no way I could jerk off to it again…but maybe I could save it?

There was no telling why Metal switched up today or if he’d ever do it again, so this might have been my only taste of him. I could save it, and he would never know, but it would get me off whenever I needed–keep my head centered for when we were watching movies together.

Fuck–the little voice in my head was rationalizing hitting that save button so loudly, but I couldn’t. I cared about Metal, and I would rather have kept him than the video.