I mean- I took naked pics of myself in the mirror before and quick dick pics, but I always deleted them afterwards because I didn’t have the balls to show people. Plus, who wanted to see it? “I got you at some nice angles.” He switched the video, and I could only gagging see us from behind. FJ Hardcore was practically on top oral of me, and I could clearly see his shaft pistoning in and out of my open asshole. “Oh that’s nice…From the side.” He switched it again. My back was arched with my ass in the air and my face in the chair while I moaned like a slut for FJ to fuck me harder. “Want me to zoom in?” “How many cameras do you have?” “Don’t worry about it.” I stroked Frank’s cock while watching myself get fucked. “You really think I’m that sexy?” “Oh hell yeah. Me and a couple other fellas.” “Other fellas? You showed this to people.” “Eh, just some guys down at the bar. No big deal. You had ‘em leaving with aching balls. They want more of you.” I was strangely happy to hear that. For a long time, I didn’t see myself as hot or sexy because people said I was cute. My high school life wasn’t the best for my self-esteem considering I was queer. FJ never mentioned my looks either. But over the past few weeks with Frank, I was really starting to feel myself. I was naked a lot more, and my body was nice. And learning that men had jacked cum off to my body, my face- me- that was a boost of confidence. Plus, I couldn’t lie, watching myself get fucked was turning me on too. I really was fucking sexy. “Let’s make another video.” I said. “A fetish better one.” He grinned. He panicked, how long had he been asleep? “I see that.” Leveria smiled, staring at my meat, “I happen to have just the remedy.” She gagging popped open her box, and ran her fingers through her tools. Therefore, in order for there to be some presence of light to aid my smartphone in recording what was to unfold, I had first of all risked leaving the blinds of window open. “What a thrill!” She asked the next question, which he once again got right. That was all boys were. "What's wrong?" Author’s note: That’s very admirable. It was Wednesday. “Just one rule before you Hardcore start though - no raping them, as we oral don’t know who the virgins are,” he shouts over the increasing volume of voices. Ella and I make it to the bathroom. She stared at me, tears brimming in her purple eyes. She slowly worked my cock into her mouth. You know, cum fetish they have a date night at least one night a week.