DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction and is purely my own fantasy. It involves several YouTube personalities, whom I don't know personally or know of their sexual orientation. This is fan made work. This story depicts males in sexual situations. Thank you for reading. If you would like to comment, please email me at Dominicktopper@gmail.com. It's my first time writing here so go easy!
I've been reading stories in this site for many years now and I love it! To keep it up and running Nifty needs your donations. Please, if you can donate to Nifty, do so via http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
CHAPTER 03 - The Note
'Damn this is getting ridiculous', David thought as he sat back in his office chair. It had been an hour since he finished his shower which was badly needed. He'd started editing pretty shortly after that, after spending much of the day documenting his house move on camera. He had subscribers to keep satisfied, 400 ,000 of them. He was giving his camera a rest.
David had a hard time focusing on editing. With everything going on and Dylan going MIA, he was pretty spent from the shower. His lust had calmed a bit since the shower and he was spent. Dave got up from the chair and started stretching his legs by wandering around his bedroom on just his boxers.
A few hours later David fired up his camera to give his viewers another glimpse into his life. After spending most of the night editing the footage he shot yesterday and doing card tricks, he decided it was time to get his ass up out of his chair and get things checked off his to do list. First up, Best Buy to get the internet sorted out for his house and then to several other short side trips to various places kept him busy throughout the morning.
Halfway through the day David arrives home and starts setting up all the electrical devices needed to get him online.
Feeling the drag of being alone and just exhausted, David, like a cute puppy, walks into Qwin's room and starts badgering him to wake up. The sight of Qwin in bed in the late morning makes David feel a jolt of energy. Qwin was a good-looking guy. One that David wouldn't mind working out with outside of the gym.
Qwin laid there shirtless, mumbling responses to Dave, and Dave couldn't help but wonder whether anything he was wearing anything at all under those covers. He fantasised about ripping the duvet off his friend and exposing Qwin Vitale to the world. He was sure Qwin was packing and his attempt to reveal it would result in some physical contact between them. But David couldn't trust himself not to drop to his knees and start devouring Dylan's fat meat. After all, nobody was around so it wasn't like Qwin could use that as an excuse. David would do it with the bedroom door open so that anybody dropping by would witness it and could get a good show. Or better yet, he would secretly leave his camera on and film Qwin thrusting his cock into Dave's mouth. David wouldn't upload the video but he would keep it for when he needed to get off. And besides, if David was feeling the need for intimacy again he would sure use that video to get what he wanted...or needed.
But David resisted the urge as usual. His life was a series of him resisting urges he felt towards people of the same sex. He felt like he would let his YouTubers down if that ever became something more. He didn't feel like he was in a crowd where he could easily fit that subject in to conversation and reveal that side of himself.
"I'll let you get dressed Qwin", David said walking towards the door hesitantly as though if he lingered he would catch a glimpse of these beast in the buff.
Once Qwin was fully awake, he and David headed for the first place on their to do list, Sam's Club. David was glad of the company that afternoon, although he wasn't able to keep up as well with his end of the conversation that well as he hadn't slept in at least 24 hours by that point.
"Have you seen Dylan?", Dave asked.
"He said he should be swinging by later. He seems to have dropped off the radar since yesterday", Qwin responded. "Are you worried about him?"
"Worried? Me? Nah man, just curious. Like, I'm just wondering why a guy would get lost like that?"
Qwin paused the conversation as soon as he saw a giant stack of cases of glass Evian bottles. He wasn't sure which he was more excited about. The few luxurious coloured towels he had in his baskets or these beautiful French bottles. David was pretty happy to be moving into his new place. He was extremely tired but at the same time, he was happy that he'd managed to get so much done in the past 36 hours.
All throughout his journey with Qwin, David couldn't help but wonder where Dylan had got to. David had called him at least 3 times today but gotten no response even though he could see Dylan had been online. With the knowledge that he'd spoken to Qwin, he felt like maybe he'd done something to upset the guy.
David was feeling pretty out of sorts due to his sleep pattern being shaken out of place. As soon as David and Qwin returned home, it wasn't long before everything was in decent enough shape so that he could leave it for that night and pick up whatever he was doing tomorrow.
David, complete with messy hair & dressed from head to toe in Gymshark clothing stepped out of his house and walked over to his car, and got in. It was a short drive to the gym and needed to get his pump on immediately.
David downed his pre-workout on the way and shared the part of his life that attracted subscribers, with his fans. He was feeling so much more energetic that morning due to the insane amount of sleep he'd gotten that night. He continued the enthusiastic rambling that he was known for (as well as the body) to the camera.
David started his workout with a bench press routine. Dressed in his black Gymshark hoodie and red Gymshark joggers, he had placed the camera not far from where he was seated so that his audience could get a good view of David's routine. David didn't have a set time to go to the gym and he found that gave him a good variety of guys to look at. Sometimes looking at their form, or workout routine. It was like he was almost checking out the competition.
As he moved on to the pull up bars, David noticed a blonde guy in a black bodybuilders tank moving on to the bench where he'd just been laying. This guy must have been 6'2" with very light blonde hair and tanned. There wasn't much fabric to his tank top so his nipples were somewhat exposed as he walked. David noticed that he was looking over at him. David smiled and nodded. David wanted to say hey but this guy just nodded and smiled, and then returned to his workout. David could feel his face flush.
David felt slightly dizzy for a moment. `Must be the pre-workout' he thought. He tried to jump for the pull up bars again and missed one. He fell to the ground, a slightly embarrassed mess. He quickly got back up and knew he could edit that out later so that he wouldn't look like a fool on his channel.
After 20 minutes David decided to call it a day. His workout was over and he had stuff to do at home. David walked to the changing rooms ready to get his stuff. He almost walked out before he remembered the all-important YouTube video thumbnail.
David usually liked to do this when it was quiet. Although he was proud of his body, he didn't like drawing unnecessary attention to himself, or of course, looking like a douchebag. But most importantly, most of his poses were in the men's locker rooms so David had to rely on his built-up self-control not to look at other guys...and not to get aroused.
David dropped his bag on the changing bench in the locker rooms. He whipped off his t-shirt over his head and decided how to flex to get the right pose. He moved to a position where the light was above him shining down over his pecs and abs creating a more defined look as the light hit him in a way that made him look like an Adonis statue. He posed several times. Today was chest day so he knew his upper torso got a pretty good workout. He posed in the mirror and set his camera up for each shot. He looked at himself flexing. He was a stud. He knew it. He pushed even harder into a flex until he got the right shot. If only he had some oil. He was sure at least 80% of his audience would love to see him rubbing that all over his body.
His thoughts came crashing to a halt when he was interrupted by the same blonde hunk that smiled at him earlier. "Hey, I...was...just...", David manages to stammer out as the guy walks passed him to his locker. David gave the guy an awkward smile as he, once again, felt his face flush. He quickly puts his t-shirt back on his coat and makes a dash for the door. `What the fuck just happened?', David was so confused and lightheaded.
"Shit", he shouted, to an empty car parking lot, as he remembers that he didn't pick up his bag in his rush. He can't get into his car or his house without his keys, which of course were in his bag. He has to go back for it, no question. He would make a quick dash so that nobody would see him, especially not Blondie!
David ran back inside pretending that he was in some kind of rush to get home. He got to the changing rooms, and with a sigh of relief nobody was around. He saw the bag on the bench and opened it. He knew where his keys were as they were always in the side pocket for his dirty clothes. He whipped out his keys and something fell out. David was a hoarder of receipts so he didn't think much of it. He went to pick it up off the floor and then found something he wasn't expecting. He uncrumpled the piece of paper and on it was a number, and above that a name...Jamie. David smiled, and headed back to the car.