My roommate - a cam model

Claytons offer was nearly the only thing that I could focus on that day. Sitting there next to him, naked, jerking off, hearing him moan right next to my ear sounded like the moan fantastic thing ever. It was hard for me to sit through the lectures as I have a very vivid imagination that evokes all kinds of responses from my body. But at the same time, I was also quite worried. I had never experienced such sensations before, so I was still trying to figure out what it all meant for me. I also was afraid of being too excited or forward with him, as I didn't want to scare him off. As far as I knew, he was just in it for the relatively easy money and had no actual interest in men.

Yet my desire for him was too strong to resist. During the lunch break, I basically ran to the restroom. I locked myself in one of the stalls and began jerking off while thinking of Clayton. The thrill of jerking off while others walked around me made it even more arousing. In a few moments, I was blowing my load all over the toilet, biting on my lower lip to not moan out in pleasure while my knees trembled. I cleaned myself off with toilet paper and went out of the stall to wash my hands. I have to admit, even though I felt terrific after releasing that big load, I also felt an immense sense of shame, walking out into a space with other people. I felt like they all were judging me for what I had done, for my fantasies about Clayton. The other half of the day felt calmer, I had released the tension, and Claytons offer no longer occupied my mind as much. But when I returned back to our apartment, I was very much reminded of it, as I was greeted by Claytons moans coming from the living room. I walked into the living room and saw Clayton bent over, showing off his ass to the camera and moaning from the vibrations. I wondered if he was overacting or was it indeed that enjoyable. Probably acting... Nonetheless, it was extremely arousing. I waved "hi" to him, he nodded back - it had become a common interaction for us.

I went into my room and turned on Clayton's show. Even if I wasn't horny, I had gotten into the habit of turning it on in the background, which eventually turned into jerking off to him eventually. That day I was hard before I turned it on, so I slid my hand behind the waistband of my underwear just after closing the door. I wanted him so badly, and soon I would be taking my first steps to get closer to it.

After cumming, I cleaned myself off and went on to do other things with Clayton's show still playing in the background. That day he ended earlier. I could hear him tidying things up on the other side of the wall. Not long after, I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I replied.

Clayton poked his head through the door: "Hey, man! How's it going?"

"Oh, you know... Just doing some work..."

"Nice, nice..." he hesitated a bit, "so... have you had time to think about what I said?"

"Why the rush?" I tried to play down my enthusiasm.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I was just thinking, if you don't wanna do it, then I'll ask Adam, and if he isn't interested, I'll search elsewhere... I just thought that it would be better if it were one of you, rather than me bringing another person into the flat..." he explained reservedly, once again losing his usual confidence.

"It's all right, man! Actually, I'm okay with trying it!" I smiled that slightly awkward smile.

I could sense he was a bit surprised but also very pleased, as his usual demeanour returned.

"That's great, man! When do you have free time, so we can go over what you're comfortable doing, so I can change the tip menu?"

"Ummm... well, tomorrow afternoon is fine, if you're not busy..." I said casually.

"Sure, I can skip the stream..." he said with a smile.

I began to wonder if he might actually be also interested in me, but I just wrote it off as mere fantasy.

The following day, when I woke up, I was already anticipating the "meeting" with Clayton in the afternoon. I fantasised about us planing the show and both of us getting aroused, which would lead us to do more. Naturally, it once again led to me having a jerk off session in the university bathroom. This time it seemed even busier, and a few times, someone even shook the door, which made the whole thing even more thrilling. I imagined Clayton catching me right then and there and us having sex while other guys just go on with their everyday business around us.

After lectures, I rushed home, as I couldn't bear to wait any longer. I skipped up the stairs and shot through the door.Clayton was just doing something on his computer when I walked into the living room after taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

"Hey!"

"Hey!" he waved to me.

"What's up!"

"Oh, nothing much, just chilling here, a slight change from the usual." he seemed very relaxed.

I wanted to ask if he wanted to begin planning but didn't want to seem too urgent, so I just tried to make some small talk.

"That's great... You stream almost every day, don't you?"

"Yeah... gotta keep that money flow steady..." he looked up from the screen and gave me a slight smile.

I smiled back but said nothing, as I wasn't sure what else to say.

"So, do you wanna go through the list?" after a short moment of silence, he asked.

"Sure!" I walked over and sat next to him on the couch.

He had found a list from some other cam models that did a show together, and we began going through it. It started with more regular stuff - get naked, show soft cock, get hard, jerk off, show ass, etc. But then it got to slightly "extreme" stuff - kiss, finger in ass, vibrator, handjob, blowjob... As we were approaching that stuff, I started to wonder where I should draw the line to avoid making it too awkward. Would he even ask things that he wouldn't be comfortable doing himself? Probably not, so I should be fine.

"Okay, how do you feel about ass stuff?" he asked.

"Uhhh... maybe not yet..." I wanted to keep the option open for the future.

"Completely fine! No pressure!" He smiled a wide smile. "Kiss?"

"Uhhh, I guess?"

"Okay, handjob?"

"I mean, a dick's a dick, right?" I tried to show that I'm open to doing a bit more, but only just a bit.

"Yeah, man!" he laughed.

"Okay, that's good," I thought to myself after his response.

"And the rest we can skip..." he said after quickly checking the rest of the list, leaving the more "extreme" stuff off the table.

"So, when are we doing it?" I couldn't restrain myself.

"Uh... we can do it tomorrow if you can..."

"Yeah, that's fine!" I replied as I had the whole day free.

"Great!"

Nothing had happened. I didn't want to get up, hoping he would perhaps confess that he desired me or something, but he just went back to doing something on his computer. So to not make things awkward, I just got up and went back to my room.

Despite the underwhelming, although expected, "meeting", I was still turned on, so I took off my clothes and began stroking my boner. As I was laying on my back, jerking off, while fantasising about Clayton, my left hand wandered over to my asshole. Claytons mention of doing ass stuff had got me intrigued. I rubbed my middle finger against my hole, and it felt good, so I slowly began to push it in. It wasn't going in too smoothly, so I took it out and put it in my mouth. I was so in the moment that I didn't think it was disgusting (something I very much changed my mind about later, once I wasn't so horny anymore). After getting my finger wet, I attempted to push it in my ass again. This time I succeeded. The feeling was somewhat unusual, but it felt good, so I kept going until my whole finger was in. I didn't yet know about such thing as prostate, so I didn't try to stimulate it and just began to pull my finger out before pushing it back in, simulating fucking myself.

And then I heard a knock on the door.