The Livestream Chapter 3 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

It’s been a week since I debased myself in front of God knows how many strangers on the internet. Seven. Fucking. Days. And the worst part is, I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about what it felt like to grind against Nathan. Or what it felt like to kiss a man. Or how what they tasted like when I took their cocks into my mouth for the first time. Or the most incredible feeling of them licking my cock until I came from their mouths on me. 

I just can’t stop. 

I thought my dick was bad when I was going through puberty and just the wind blowing was enough to get me hard, but these past seven days have been pure torture. Every time I see the guys, I get hard—and I’ve seen them every day this week. 

You would think that it would be awkward for them too, but apparently not. We’ve been hanging out, doing homework together, and grabbing dinner like nothing’s changed. Like I’m not questioning my entire sexuality. The one time I brought up what we did, they just grinned and said that it’s not gay since we were wearing socks. 

Fucking socks! 

I don’t know what to do with myself, but I’m certain that I want to do something with them again. And now that Friday night has rolled around again, I’m hoping that we’ll get to do just that. 

“Hey, so I was thinking we could take a trip somewhere. Maybe over a long weekend or winter break,” I say casually from my spot on Nathan’s bed. We’re all in the same positions we were in a week ago, doing the exact same things. 

“Yeah? What did you have in mind?” Louis asks without looking up from his book. 

I shrug, trying to keep my voice calm and casual. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe somewhere tropical… or even skiing in Colorado if you guys want to do something more wintery.”

“We’re going to need a lot more money for a trip like that.” Nathan grins at us. 

And just like that, something changes in the air. It becomes electric, charged by the events of last week. 

Nathan doesn’t even ask this time when he pulls up the website. He waves us over and hits the button to start the livestream. 

Holy shit. They’re back!

Fuck yeah, man. 

What crazy things are you gonna do tonight, big boiiis?

I wanna see some more dick action. 

The comments roll in immediately, horny and filthy for three college guys desperate to make some money. 

Cut to the chase and get naked. 

Whoever wrote that just dropped two hundred dollars like it’s chump change, but it spurs us into action. We strip down quickly, not even bothering to hum or haw about what we’re being asked to do. And just like that, we’re naked in front of strangers again. 

Another two hundred dollars gets dropped into our account by the same guy. 

I want the twink to jerk the other two off. 

Nathan nudges me with his elbow. “Dude, I think he’s talking about you.”

I frown at him. “I’m not a twink… What’s a twink?” 

“I think a twink it’s a skinny guy without hair on his dick.”

“Oh,” I say. “Uh, okay, I guess.”

Nathan switches seats with me and hands me a large bottle of lube that’s half empty. A faint blush colors his cheeks at my raised eyebrow, and he mutters, “I was really horny this week.” 

I shake my head, but can’t help the grin that splits my face wide open. “I guess I wasn’t the only one.” 

He doesn’t say anything, but he hisses sharply when I pour the lube directly onto his cock, drenching it in the cold liquid. Louis does the same when I soak his cock, both of them groaning when my hands wrap around their hard shafts. 

This is hot and humiliating at the same time. Jerking off my best friends while thousands watch makes me leak precum like crazy, but part of me wishes that I could be doing this without an audience.

Obscene squelching sounds and heavy panting fills the room as I stroke them from root to tip, squeezing at the bottom while twisting my palm around their heads. After a minute though, Louis reaches out and takes my cock in his hand, using the copious amount of precum leaking from me as lube. 

His hand on my dick feels amazing, though, stroking me just like I’m stroking him and Nathan. I’m embarrassed to say that I’ve only ever gotten two handjobs before, and both were with girls at out of control high school parties. So it’s safe to say that other than last week, it’s been a while since anyone’s touched me like this.

That also means I’m a lot closer to finishing than they are, and it only gets worse when Nathan takes my balls into his fingers and starts playing with them. He rolls them around, gently squeezing and tugging while I try to stay focused on giving them as much pleasure as they’re giving me. 

It doesn’t work though, and I lose control, my hands coming to a standstill. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” My balls draw up tight and white hot pleasure shoots through my dick as I explode, cum spurting out of me and into Louis’s waiting hand while the other one strokes me through my orgasm. 

The livestream goes crazy, and the same guy as before sends another message: 

That was hot. Here’s another two hundred. I want the two muscular dudes to come on the twink’s face.

I don’t know if I’m more embarrassed that I just came so quickly or that I’m about to get a facial, but there’s no discussion about what’s happening. They both stand in front of me, leaving enough space between them so that the viewers can still see. 

They each stroke their own cocks now, fists furiously working. Their muscles tense as sweat runs down the divots of their abs. 

“Fuck, I’m about to come,” Louis pants, teasing his slit with the pad of his thumb. 

“Me too,” Nathan agrees. His cock head is red and angry, desperate to explode. 

I fondle their balls, playing with them just like Nathan was playing with mine, and then extend a finger, teasing their taints. That pushes them over the edge and nearly simultaneously, they start to come.

The first rope of cum from Louis hits me square on the lips, my tongue automatically licking it away to get my first taste of another man’s spunk, while Nathan hits me with a blast right on my cheek. 

They only get louder as they work themselves through their orgasms—soaking me, marking me—in a way that I’m never going to forget thanks to the internet. 

By the time they’re done, I’m wondering if there’s any part of my face that isn’t covered in cum. I can feel it everywhere, on my nose, eyes, mouth, cheeks, even my hair. 

Louis hands me a paper towel, but I scoop some cum off and taste it again before cleaning myself. I’m not sure what streak belongs to who—honestly, it’s probably mixed together by now—but the taste is nice and salty. I like it. 

The chat goes wild again: 

That was so fuckin hot. 

Bukkake ftw. 

I bet they just made his dreams cum true. 

Thanks for that, I just came. There’s a lot more money I can give next week. 

It’s the same guy that dropped four hundred on us tonight. I’m not sure what he wants us to do, but I know I’m looking forward to it.