Summary:
Nathan Unger and his best friend Kyle Mckinley are Sophomores at NYU. When Nathan finds himself unable to scrape together enough money for his share of the rent, he pitches a crazy idea to his roommate, Kyle: For a cut of his earnings, Nathan is willing to appear in Kyle's next video on his FanFavorite account. The catch?
Nathan has to get his dick sucked by a guy. Not just any guy, but Kyle himself.
Everyone is over 18 years of age. Any names resembling people living or dead are entirely coincidental. Everything happening in this story is also entirely fictional
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Now maybe I'm being a bit dramatic here, but have you ever noticed that the feeling of your world crashing down usually happens painstakingly slowly. It's like a unique torture thought up then constructed by the great architects of life and the universe to maximise your torture. It's also probably for their pleasure as well, because obviously they get off on your misfortune like they're watching some kind of porno of the BDSM variety.
I personally noticed the fissures start forming as soon as I heard my mom say, "I'm sorry, honey. The insurance company has been giving us the run around and your dad really needs the car fixed." I couldn't even find it in myself to feel mad or disappointed when her words were obviously so saturated in regret in her inability to help.
But still, there goes that plan. Was I really surprised though? With all the times I'd called my parents for a bailout, I knew my luck was bound to run out sooner or later. Looking for a job in this economy was likely to produce the same heart shattering results, so what else could I do?
"Oh, yeah. No problem. Don't worry about it," I tell her with a composure barely being held together by a self-control that's as effective as gum and duct tape.
"Sweety, if it's really urgent I can always ask your aunt S-" my mother doesn't even get the chance to finish that sentence before I cut her off.
"No!" I clear my throat after my outburst."What I mean is- Let's not bother aunt Sally with this. I'm sure she has other things to worry about right now."
It's not that I don't need the money desperately, it's rather that fact that I'd rather go to a mobster with a bag of cement as a deposit in the event that he needs to fit me for my new pair of cement shoes. I wouldn't ask my aunt for anything since whatever she gives always comes with conditions. The woman's like the freaking IMF. But on steroids.
"I know she can be a bit nosy sometimes but I'm sure she'd love to help."
She'd probably give input on how I should use it too. No thanks.
"It's fine, mom. I'll make a plan," I tell her as I walk into the living room and throw myself down onto the beatup couch.
"Okay, sweety. As long as you're sure," she doesn't sound completely convinced but she's willing to let it go for now.
"I am," I confirm in the certainty that I will not be asking my aunt Sally for any money whatsoever. I am also 70% sure that I might be homeless by the end of the week. Yayyyy
"Okay, my baby. Stay safe okay?"
"I will, mom. Talk to you soon and tell dad I say hi, okay?"
"Okay, Nathan. Talk soon."
"Bye."
Then the line goes dead and with it, my hopes of scraping together enough money to cover my rent for the month. Dejected, I toss my phone to the opposite end of the unbelievably ugly but well-loved red couch that my roommate Kyle and I had found on a street corner while dumpster diving. Depending on how you look at it, we may or may not have been kind of lucky to have found it since we had exactly 0 pieces of furniture when we moved in.
Wirh Kyle I would say that I was nothing but blessed to have been given him as a roommate. You see, Kyle and I had met in our freshman year of college after being assigned as roommates. That was a year ago. We were given each other's contact info in advance, so I got to chat with him a little. After that I didn't even notice how Kyle Mckinley from Columbus, Ohio somehow managed to infiltrate my daily life.
It started small. Him blowing up my phone with memes and tiktoks that made me smile no matter what I was doing. A small grin plastered itself on my face when I was home or at the store, at the gym, wherever. Soon after, we started following each other on every social media platform possible, messaging about what we saw that day or about our Instagram stories about meaningless things. Anything to keep talking, you know?
I sit there for a quiet, drawn out moment just wracking my brain for a solution, any solution, really but every option that gets churned out can only be described as borderline idiotic or unrealistic.
Will I have to ask Kyle again? God, I'd rather not, especially with my already outstanding debt that Kyle, bless him, hasn't once called in.
It's not like he doesn't have it. He won't even miss it, my treacherous mind reminds me.It's not an untrue observation, either. Kyle does actually have the money. Money he makes in a different, kind of unconventional way:
On FanFavorite.
Yes. The porn site. That FanFavorite.
Now let me be the first to admit that I found it kind of weird at first. Two weeks after moving into our dorm, Kyle sat me down one night and told me that he was gay. I was actually the first person Kyle came out to in New York and that was kinda huge, you know? The fact that he trusted me this much to tell me what was probably his biggest secret was really humbling. A testament to how close we'd become.
But sex work? That was still something I couldn't wrap my mind around.
It took some time, but I'd eventually come to terms with both aspects of Kyle's life. Now making content for FanFavorite is just a thing Kyle does. Usually after we both get back from lectures we'd have dinner, maybe play some video games or watch a movie, and then Kyle will excuse himself to his room and do whatever it is he does for his followers that get him his crazy paychecks. I haven't ever looked him up, and sure I've been curious, but nah. I mean I've even resorted to wearing earplugs at night to keep the sound of Kyle moaning to a minimum, but actually looking always felt like crossing a line.
Just then I hear Kyle's bedroom door open and the man in question emerges from his room wearing a pair of shocking-green American Eagle boxer briefs. He drops down onto the couch beside me, slinging one arm over the armrest and parting his legs so that he's essentially manspreading. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is all mussed up like he'd been running his fingers through the chestnut strands. I guess he must be taking a break from filming or whatever.
"What's with that look," I ask him in lieu of greeting.
"Some of my fans are requesting that I bring a new face onto my channel." He doesn't look at me when he says this, just keeps his gaze on the ESPN's highlights reel.
Failing to see the real dilemma, I laugh. "So? Why don't you?"
"There are surprisingly not many content creators I'd want to collab with," Kyle's words go decidedly mumbly on that last bit, and I can't help the laugh that escapes me.
"You can't tell me you've fucked every gay or bi FanFavorite content creator in New York."
"Obviously not, asshole. I'm no that much of a slut," he pushes at my shoulder but I barely give an inch. "I don't just fuck any guy. I have a type."
"A type, huh?" I continue teasing. "So you're a picky slut?"
Kyle roles his eyes and pushes me again, this time with more force. "Dick," he smiles.
"Okay, Okay. What about ones that aren't from New York? Can't they just fly in with all their money they make?"
"In case you haven't noticed I'm still small time compared to those guys. They probably won't even work with me even if I did reach out."
"I get it dude." I lean over and pat Kyle's thigh. "You want me to come on and we can do ask the straight guy or something?"
Kyle snorts. "Every one of my followers will eat you alive."
I may not know what Kyle's fans are like, but I know what people can be like in the comments section. The thought causes a fear-fill shudder to travel down my spine. "Yeah, probably. But if it makes it easier for you..." I trail off.
"No, but thanks."He turns his head and we lock gazes. "I appreciate the offer bud."
"Anytime," I say, meaning every word one hundred percent. Kyle is my ride or die and I'd do anything for him.
Then...
In that instant, the gears in my brain start turning like those in a really old clock tower because it's then I suddenly remember that Kyle makes serious bank. The idea thatpops in to my head is what I imagine a taste of insanity to be. Now listen. I'm not attracted to Kyle or anything but what if... what if I appeared in one of his videos? It would probably be weird, or maybe boring, but for a cut of whatever he rakes in just to, what, be shirtless on a bed and maybe make out in front of a camera?
I could totally do that, couldn't I?
I totally could!
"Wait" I say slowly, turning to look at Kyle. His eyebrows shoot up so high they practically disappear into his hairline. I'm unsure of the words even as they come out, but it's for the rent I remind myself. "What if I did a sexy kind of video... w-with you?"
I swear I hear that record scratch, the pin drop and the crickets start chirping all in quuck succession.
Kyle's now staring at me like I've grown a second head that started dispensing all the marbles I've lost. He clutches the bottom of his boxer briefs between long fingers as he blinks slowly at me. Like really slow.
"What," he finally gets out, each syllable dripping with disbelief. Looks like I need to pitch this in a way he'll better understand.
"Look, I kind of need cash to cover rent this month and I'm at the end of my rope here," I shrug in faux nonchalance. Who knows maybe it's easy, easy money. I mean I've made out with a guy while playing a game of spin the bottle. It did nothing for me but, hey. All in good fun. Of course this isn't a game, and it will be all over the internet.
"You're straight." Kyle says, all monotone voice and intense gaze like he thinks I'm pulling his leg. As if I need reminding.
He's really making me paddle up river here.
"To keep a roof over my head? I'll be, what is it? Gay for pay?"
Kyle closes his eyes and lets a breath out through his nose. "I can loan you the money, Nathan. You don't have to do this."
"I already owe you, though I shouldn't have reminded you about that," I laugh, hoping it settles some of the tension that's built up.
"But the thought of making out or whatever with me isn't... gross?"
"I'd make out with a dog if it got me $500," I snort out
The honest truth is, the thought of making out with Kyle is meh. It's a thing. It makes me nervous because it's new and weird, and something I never ever thought about but don't really have it in me to really care.
So yeah. I'm ready to do this. I'm prepared to make out with Kyle.
Then as if to shatter the hope I've barely managed to reconstruct, Kyle says, "Kissing won't make you $500. For that much, I'd probably have to blow you or something."
I take it back. I'm not ready to do this.
I stare up at the ceiling while Kyle scurries around, getting everything set up. I'm this close to breaking down and calling this whole thing off. Five hundred dollars seemed like a damn good idea at the time, but now that I'm staring over the edge about to junp into the abyss?
It feels like I could be making a mistake. Or, no, that's not quite it. It feels like maybe it could be dangerous. It's stupid but the feeling persists.
I stand there in the doorway, wearing my black pair of Nike basketball shorts and a backwards New York Islanders cap. Finally, Kyle looks over and finds me lingering unsure at the threshold to his bedroom.
He gives me a nod and gestures to the bed before he shifts the camera angle back just a little so the frame is wider. That's as much of a cue as I feel I'm going to get. I try not to look at the camera because if I do, I'm a little worried I might end up rabitting. Instead, I keeps my gaze on Kyle, tracking his movement as he stands up and walks around to the side of the bed, face looming large, coming closer every second as he climbs onto the bed
I freeze in place, as I try to force my brain to come to terms with this new and uncharted situation that I found myself in.
Kyle looks at me with those familiar blue eyes, conveying an unspoken question.
Do you still want to do this?
I say nothing yet. My mouth is dry and my tongue feels like its been cast in lead and encased in concrete. Still, Kyle stands there, waiting for permission. "It's not too late to back out," his eyes tell me.
Is this the worst idea I've come up in all the years I've been alive? Maybe. Am I absolutely desperate? Most certainly. Kyle leans forward and squeezes my shoulder, earning him the tiniest smile to tell him to continue.
I watch as Kyle flicks his gaze down to my mouth, then keeps it there. Are we supposed to kiss now? I'm not sure if I'm even up for that anymore. I thought I was, but kissing is way more intimate than getting my dick sucked, at least that's the logic that my mind is currently supplying.
With no idea on what to do with my hands, I clench them then bring them up Kyle's sides for a second, and then slide them down to his waist to rest just above the waistband of his sweatpants.
Kyle pulls away, just a little, and looks at me again. I can read it plain as day on his face: you ready to get down to action?
Am I? On one hand there's a couple hundred dollars and a video the whole world can watch. On the other, homelessness. The choice isn't an easy one but still I give a shaky nod.
Kyle's pupils are blown wide, face flushed up like they get after he's showered, and he's panting a little as he stares back at me, mouth open. And that's...
It's lust. No other word for it. .It's all for show, it has to be. It's not like he's actually into me, is he? Kyle's brought guys home to fuck before, probably uploaded it to his page, not that I ever visited it. It's all just a guess at this point but not one without any merit.
I'm brought out of my thoughts when Kyle starts kissing his way down my neck. This is more detached. Less intimate. Both cameras are still locked on to us and it's still freaking me out slightly
Tamping down the discomfort, I focus instead on Kyle's ministrations. He's finally made it down onto down to my stomach and is rubbing his hands over my thighs. It's then that I realize that I'm fucked. My cock is rock hard in my shorts and all that runs through my head in that moment is that 'I want this'. I want Kyle's mouth around my dick. In fact I Crave it.
It's not even JUST for the money anymore. The cash is just part of that, the chance to get my dick into something warm and wet is another.
I glide my hand along my lower belly, just under my navel. Touching Kyle would feel like the wrong choice now.
But Kyle obviously had no such reservations as he slides his hand up to the waistband of my shorts and starts tugging it down. I lift my body slightly off the bed so that he can pull them all the way down. My cock gets trapped in the fabric before slapping against my belly once the constrictive clothing is off and discarded.
I watch Kyle quietly to gauge his reaction, but he mostly looks stunned, his eyes transfixed on my sexual organ lying hard and weeping against my hard abs. I watch as his eyes darken and he leans forward to slowly take hold of my 8.5 inch shaft. "You're big."
Kyle gives the head a few tentative licks before finally finally sliding it past his lips and into his warm mouth. Kyle slid further down my rod, taking my cock in all the way as his lips sealed at the base of my cock. The groan that bubbles up from my throat is involuntary. Now my entire length lay lodged inside Kyle's slick throat.
I tip my head backwards as I feel my cock swell.
I don't know how long I'm going to last, but I know it's not going to be even three minutes. I should've shot a load before I came in. Maybe then I would've been able to last a bit longer.
But now isn't a time to chastise myself. I have to give Kyle's fans a good show, because if I do then maybe they'll drop more dough. After that...well, I don't have to think about what comes after... well, after I cum. I just need to hold off a bit longer so I close my eyes in an effort to retain some self-control, a feat near impossible with Kyle dragging his nails lightly through my thigh hair as he runs his tongue up and down my shaft.
It's no use trying to picture Natalie Portman now because every one of my senses are swamped by Kyle. I open my eyes back up to find him staring intently up at me. At this angle, Kyle's got enormous doe eyes that seem endlessly blue from the tears as he gagged on my cock. I bite my lower lip. My hand starts moving before my brain can comprehend the movement and tell me that it's a bad idea and to fucking abort. This time I run a hand through his soft chestnut hair before cupping the back of his scalp and impaling him on my cock. I wasn't expecting Kyle to groan, For his eyes to flutter closed, and... fuck. He likes that.
Kyle's got one arm braced on the bed, the other still around my dick, and to my surprise I find that I can't look away. I keep my grip on my roommate's hair tight as I start guiding his head down again. Kyle doesn't put up any resistance whatsoever, instead allowing me to take the lead.
"God damn. You're just... fucking taking it."
Kyle hums and pushes his nose harder against my groin, taking me further still. He gags, and I immediately loosen my grip in his hair, but Kyle doesn't look the least bit put out. He looks, if anything, even more turned on. And that turns me on.
Who knew that my roommate could suck dick like a fucking champion? His fans, probabaly, but that was beside the damn point.
I settle back against the headboard and allow my gaze to trace the rest of Kyle's body. One of his legs is cocked at an angle, the other out long behind him as he thrusts himself against his incredibly soft sheets. His ass is... yeah. I may not check out guys' asses all that much, but the way it keeps flexing as his hips rub against the bed? It just adds to how hot this all is.
I reach up and grip the back of the headboard with one hand, using it as leverage so I can fuck up into Kyle's mouth gently. His eyes jerk up to meet mine, set aflame with lust. By the time I feel the orgasm hit, it's already too late. The only warning I can give Kyle is a strangled "shit! shit!" before I start spilling down his throat like a hosepipe.
Kyle barely flinches. Takes every fucking drop of my come, though some of it does dribble out from the side of his mouth, but he manages to catch the stray liquid with his tongue. I lay there boneless, unable to feel my legs.
What feels like an infinite number of moments from a lifetime of memeories wash over me all at once. Late nights playing video games on that dirty old couch Long afternoons sitting together on the fire escape with just each other for company. Reminiscing of heartbreaks and hookups All these things we've been through together, and now?
Kyle sucked my dick better than anyone before and I dont know how to handle it.
My roommate gets up on his knees, gets a hand around his own dick, and starts jerking himself off. I can't look away and guilt stars curling in the pit of my stomach.
This was all for money. Kyle is my roommate, my best friend, and all I can do is watch as his hand slides up and down his dick. Over and over, watch the way his chest heaves a little bigger with every breath until finally, he comes with a low cry
After coming down from the high, Kyle scrambles off the bed and goes about turning off the cameras that are positioned around the room. It feels rather stupid but now it feels like we're alone with no prying eyes despite the fact they were only recording and nor actually watching.
"Uh I'm just gonna." I clear my throat then gesture to my discarded shorts.
A number of emotions play out in Kyle's face in rapid succession before finally shuttering closed. Any hint of emotion is put on lock down and it's obvious to me then that I said the wrong thing. What does one even say to their friend after they've sucked your dick with the intention of putting the video of it online
God, I feel like such asshole. I grab my shorts and conduct my exfil, pausing at the threshold and looking back, because fuck. I have to say something, anything to try and fix it.
"So that was fun!"
God, maybe I should've just kept my mouth shut.
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