Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 11

Fuck I needed this, my cock now impossibly hard begging for release. My head was spinning with the alcohol, but my body yearned for pleasure. My dick slick with precum that was oozing out from the tip with every stroke of the toy in my ass. I hadn't even removed my top, my thong was still on and one sock hung from my right foot. I didn't care, I just wanted to get off.

I thought of Ellie, how very beautiful she was, our flirting and touching, the almost kiss. The idea that maybe she would be interested in me, even as I was a guy who looked like a girl. It was all too much to take in, images filled my mind of us locked in a passionate embrace. My hand now a blur on both my ass and my cock.

That delicious feeling of an orgasm rising began, I'd not been at it long and I didn't care, there was no audience, not recording camera, this was all for me. Just me, satisfying my desire to cum and everything focused on achieving that. I bucked against the toy, thrashing in the bed, pumping my slippery pole with every stroke.

The white heat began to rise, my balls tightening as I approached the point of no return, I blasted past it and increased my pace as much as I could. My eyes opening wide as I screamed out loud and the first of many massive jets of cum erupted from my cock. Angling it to my face, rope after rope shot out, covering my chest, face and hair.

I lapped wildly trying to catch some, its sweet taste filling my senses. I lost count of the number of loads I shot, the aftershocks still producing bubbles of cum from the end of my now softening erection.

My hand was covered in jizz, and I cleaned it with gusto, savouring my tangy sweet taste. My breath was still ragged, that had been one of the quickest orgasms in some time and it felt so good just to get the release, my balls now ached from being thoroughly emptied and looking down at my chest I laughed at the mess I had made, there was so much cum. But I guess that's what you get for saving it up all day when you are used to cumming 3 times on average.

Staggering back to my feet I went to the bathroom but realised just how drunk I was, I couldn't keep upright without holding onto something so a shower was out of the question. I went to the toilet and just stumbled back to bed, still wearing my soiled top. Barely slipping under the covers before I passed out.

I was woken by the light beaming in through the open curtains, I hadn't even closed them the night before, the bedsheets were stuck to my top and my mouth felt like the Sahara Desert with a side order of sawdust. Surprisingly I didn't feel that hungover, maybe I was still drunk? As I sat up, morning wood once again standing to attention, I realised that when I came home last night and fucked myself silly, I'd done it in full view of the flats opposite, hopefully no-one had seen me, I just had to hope they were all asleep.

Gingerly I climbed out of bed, keeping the soiled blanket wrapped around me and drew the curtains, I then peeled off the sheets and removed my crusty top. I really had gushed all over it. It was still relatively early as I'd been woken by the daylight, but not feeling too bad I thought a refreshing shower might just do the trick. Maybe being that much fitter meant I wouldn't have such bad hangovers.

Stepping into the shower, the hot water blasting off last night's remnants. Even if it did require a lot more bodywash to remove it entirely. My erection standing stubbornly the entire time. Of course it would be rude to ignore it, and since id given myself a few days off from broadcasting, I could indulge in some self-care. I grabbed one of the larger suction cup dildos and attached it to the shower wall and in no time I was thrusting back onto it, and revelling in the way it mashed into my prostate.

I had no desire to rush, but rather focused on whatever angle made it feel good. This was my time, with no one else to cater for, just my pleasure and release. I found the perfect position with the dildo hitting the perfect spot with each thrust, the water cascading onto my body triggering whimpers as the jets splashed against my engorged sensitive nipples, leaving both hands free to stroke my length, play with my balls and the area underneath.

I willed my orgasm to arrive, dialling in each movement to maximise the pleasure, my cries of passion filling the bathroom as I felt that familiar urge. I hissed through my teeth feeling the pressure building, and images of Ellie once again came to mind. I imagined her laying on her back, legs spread, welcoming me to her pussy, it was enough to tip me over the edge and before I knew it my body clenched, my ass squeezing the dildo tight as spasm after spasm erupted from my dick. my hand catching the load as it spilled free.

I adored the prolonged orgasms I seemed to have when there was something in my ass, they just kept on coming in waves, getting smaller each time, but the aftershocks carried on for so much longer. As the last two rolled through my body, I brought my full palm to my mouth and hungrily sucked it clean. The slimy goo lining my mouth and coating my throat, another little shudder accompanied the thrill as it slid down.

Could I really give up cumming like this? I guess there was nothing stopping me from masturbating with my toys even in the new job, hardly like I would use the company showers and take a dildo with me I thought laughing to myself.

I stepped out, and dried myself off, automatically I ran thought my post shower beauty routine before catching myself and realising that I didn't really need to do this anymore, it would save so much time after all. However I did enjoy how my skin felt, and there was no doubt that my face looked much smoother, blemish free even without makeup and definitely healthier.

I finished up and felt so much more refreshed, the hangover purely a rumble in the tummy as I realised not only had I drank too much the night before, id committed the cardinal sin of doing so on an empty stomach. Ellie had a lot to answer for, she was trouble no doubt, not that I could hold it against her, especially after she admitted that I might be her type, she didn't exclude it, that's for sure.

After a light breakfast, and a little easy yoga I actually felt pretty normal, the slightest of headaches, but that was it. I dropped Ellie a message asking her how she was, if she had fared as well as me, but with no immediate reply, I guessed she was probably still passed out. I was genuinely surprised, while I wasn't known for having bad hangovers, this was definitely one of the lightest ones considering how much I drank, there was another bonus to being fitter and all the work I'd done.

Thinking of which, the idea of going for a run felt quite appealing, some fresh air and a bit of early morning sun would probably clear my head, of both the hangover and the dilemma of what to do with my job.

I took the run to the park easy, not wanting to suddenly bring on the hangover, and I was right to come out. The weather was perfect, sunny but with light crisp air. Each stride bought me more clarity, and that almost mediative calmness you get when you're just concentrating on each step and letting the distance go by.

Even though this wasn't my usual time to go for a run, a familiar figure got up from a bench further ahead and waved at me. Greeting Marc I immediately teased him and accusing him of being my stalker and deliberately waiting for me. It was so much fun to watch him squirm. The run id already done had been perfect in clearing my head a little, I decided that I wouldn't pressure myself into making a decision until the end of the week, it would give me time to weigh up all my options. And if that meant in the meantime winding up my running buddy for my own amusement then so be it.

We continued around the park, and I took every opportunity to flirt with him, enjoying his embarrassment and blushing each time, this was pure feed for my ego and impossible for me not to do. I did however make the mistake of teasing his fitness a bit too much and challenged him to a race. Of course I cheated and got a head start, secretly hoping that his unobstructed view of my ass would distract him enough to win.

What I hadn't counted on was him being so competitive that while he stayed behind longer than he needed to, he timed his sprint perfectly and just about pipped me over the finishing line, as he did I stretched a little more than I should and felt a muscle in my leg cramp. I yelped as I came to a stop and he was immediately at my side giving me support.

Slipping straight into personal trainer mode, he helped me limp to a nearby bench, lifting my leg, and his well-trained expert hands went to work, squeezing and probing it. He found the spot and I winced from the pain. "don't worry, you'll be fine, it's just a cramp and some well place massage will have to fixed in no time" he said calmly as if I was just one of his clients. Suddenly I was aware that the shoe was on the other foot so to speak.

Whereas I was usually the one in control, teasing and prodding him verbally, as his strong hands worked their magic, I had to contain my desire to let out sounds, yes it still hurt slightly but that feeling was rapidly diminishing, and being replaced by the overwhelming heat, one which I knew all too well as I began to stir down below.

He asked how it was, and I could only squeak out a reply, "still cramping?" he asked and I could only nod as his hands moved positions and my body responded. There was no discomfort any more, only pleasure, just like the caresses and touches with Ellie, it felt so good to have someone else's hands on my body. I wondered how it would feel without the leggings on, his grip so firm but gentle, a moan escaped my lips and I tried my best to disguise it as pain.

I had no idea if he bought it, judging by the bulge in his shorts I wasn't entirely sure. "That feels so much better Marc, thank you, you really do have magic hands" he laughed and replied "not just a pretty face, there's brains behind this brawn, that sports science degree isn't all for nothing you know" I smiled, but was distracted by his bulge, what would it look like, or feel like compared to Biggies dildo? I snapped the image from my head and realised that I was blushing deeply, although almost as much as him as he realised where I was looking.

Thinking quickly I thanked him and got up, turning away from him to hide my embarrassment and did some stretches against the bench. Once I'd cooled down I tuned back to him and thanked him again, gently squeezing his arm. The energy had shifted, usually I was the one with the upper hand, but now we were on a level playing field, both a little uncomfortable, there was a little pause where we were just looking at each other, not eye to eye but just in the moment.

He broke it by clearing this throat, and speaking with an uneasy voice "would you like to meet up sometime?" I looked, suddenly like a deer in the headlights, he'd caught me off guard and I wasn't expecting it. He sensed my hesitation and quickly added "you know, for a run or something", I smiled, not wanting to add any more complication to my life, just meeting for runs was fine, not like a date or anything.

As I processed his question I found my head nodding automatically, "yeah, that would be great, maybe we could run in a different park?". His apprehension waned a little and he beamed a smile back at me "I can just text you the location and we can meet up whenever is a good time for you" he said expectantly, it was now my turn to blush again as I realised he was asking me for my number.

I gave it to him before pulling out my phone from my running pouch to check that he had it right, his test message came through and I replied with a smiley face and a kiss. I was completely on the back foot, and he checked his watched commented that he was going to be late for a client at the gym, and said we'll have to message each other. Still a little stunned he gave me a hug, wrapping me in his big chunky arms, I automatically slipped mine round his waist our sweaty bodies pressed against each other briefly before he parted, and started to run off, waving a few paces later.

I just stood there in shock, my phone still in hand unable to take in that someone had basically just asked me out, I'd never been asked out like that, although I guess you could count Ellie as kind of asking me out the day before. I felt strange, embarrassed? No, excited? Maybe a little. This was crazy, I was so used to being the one to leave him standing like an idiot on my doorstep and here I was gawping at him running off into the distance.

Could my week get any crazier? my trance was broken as my phone buzzed in my hand, a message from Ellie who had clearly just woken up. It snapped me out of the situation and we had a little back and forth talking about what we did the night before, how much fun it was, and how we should absolutely do it again, but maybe with something to eat before the alcohol.

Mentioning that I was out for a run and her not believing me, I snapped a selfie and sent it to her, only afterwards realising that not only could you see the glistening sweat on my chest, but the angle and way I was standing gave the distinct impression that my nipples were erect, even through the padding of the sports bra.

In an attempt to not draw too much attention to that, I asked if she wanted to get a bite to eat, something to soak up the hangover, which she was clearly still suffering from. We'd meet at the usual café in a couple of hours as she insisted that she needed a good soak in the bath before even thinking of leaving the house.

I ran home, suddenly with even more to think about than when I went out for a run, rather than taking time out to get my head straight I was adding to it. What was the deal with Marc, had he wanted to ask me out properly and then changed it to going for a run? And what about that massage? I could feel my body respond even though I didn't want to admit it. Maybe I was just so depraved of human touch that anyone touching me would illicit the same response? I hoped so, but that would all have to wait for now, I had something I wanted to check back at the flat.

Arriving home, I went straight to the computer, I just had this feeling that Ellie must have known about me not feeling great because of the message I posted online, but she could only know that if she was following me and therefore had seen me, that is, seen all of me without any clothes on.

I logged in, my heart pounding in my chest, what if she knew? She must have done right, it can't be a coincidence? I found my follower list, in it there was a breakdown to view regular users, fans, contributors and also other performers. With the full list loaded up, I typed in the search for her username. Sure enough, right there on screen it was. Holy shit! She's seen me, like, ALL of me. My heart near enough beating through my chest, not only that, I could see the date she subscribed at and it was ages ago, she's been watching me for ages?

I realised that when I signed up, and found her all those months ago, I'd subscribed too, if she was watching her followers she would have seen, had she been watching all this time? Had she seen all of my journey? This was crazy, even more crazy than Marc asking me out.

I sat back in the chair, astonished. She knew! She knew, and she still wanted to meet me, this was insane. I got up and paced the apartment, I was filled with a mad rush of adrenaline, what did this even mean? She had practically said last night that she was pansexual, did that mean that she was into me? It must right?

I raced back and forth, my hands trembling. This would explain a lot, why she seemed so comfortable talking to me those first times we met, how she was the one who came up to me at the cafe, she already knew me! And now we were going to go and have lunch at the same place. I was giddy with excitement, but I would have to play it cool. She obviously didn't know that I knew.

Now I had to get ready, this was a date after all. Well it wasn't, but it was for me. Fuck I was panicking, I'd never had a girl like Ellie interested in me before, but was she interested because she'd seen me on cam? And then crept in everything else, the job and Marc, all vying for my headspace, this was too much, I could feel my anxiety rising, the old me becoming overwhelmed, I should cancel.

I sat on the sofa paralysed by what to do, my eyes rested on the shelf by the TV and one of my meditation books. I took a breath and realised I needed to take a step back, relax and calm myself down. I put on a relaxing soundtrack. Laid on the floor and drew a slow, deep lung full of air. In and then out again, gradually my focus came back, my nerves reigned in and I began to ease away the self-doubt.

I continued for a few moments, allowing myself to re-centre, I sat up in the lotus position and took some more slow breaths. Eventually clarity filled my mind, as I had decided earlier in the day, I would just take this week as a time to make no decisions, to go with the flow and enjoy whatever happened. Right now I had the opportunity of a date with a girl that I really fancied, and yes, I now knew that she knew about me, but in reality that only made things more simple, I wouldn't have to hide myself from her.

With my thoughts gathered, I showered and put on another outfit, still casual, but the jean shorts were cut-offs and the top much more strappy at the back. It was a bold outfit that I hadn't dare wear outside yet. But I wanted something that would boost my confidence, and with any luck intimidate Ellie a bit so that the pressure wouldn't be on me so much.

I did my makeup, with a brighter lip-gloss to finish things off, sandals on my feet with matching nail polish all round. I had to admit that I'd become a dab hand at this, checking myself out in the full length mirror always gave me a sense of pride, especially when I was aiming for a specific look. And I had nailed it.

I arrived at the café a little late, looking this good takes time I joked to myself. And I greeted Ellie with a great big hug and kisses to each cheek. Our conversation instantly fell into the format we had established, we both teased each other. I was the weird health freak who goes for a jog to clear a hangover and her being the party animal that got us both drunk when we didn't mean to.

The entire time we were chatting my mind was replaying all the things I'd done in front of the cameras, the things she might have seen me do, the things I had seen her do. And it was having a massive effect on me. I couldn't really concentrate on what she was saying, I would just zone out and catch myself staring at her beautiful full lips, wondering what they would feel like to kiss, to taste like, how they would feel on my engorged nipples, or wrapped around my rock hard cock.

"Snap, Snap" Ellies fingers clicked in front of my face "hello, is anybody there?" SHIT! I'd completely zoned out, how long had I been daydreaming. I mumbled and coughed trying to think of something to say, and all I could come up with is that Marc asked for my number this morning.

She looked shocked but squealed in excitement, although her face seemed to soften and frown a little. I explained that I was a little apprehensive, I wasn't sure he was my type, or that I wanted anything to do with him, which was kind of true I guess. Feeling that I had somewhat soured the atmosphere I looped in the conversation we had had the night before. and said that I'd been thinking about what she said and that I maybe find girls attractive too.

It was now her time to be the bashful one, and with it came the surge of energy that I loved so much. Making anyone squirm with my new found confidence felt like a super power. I lead the conversation saying that I'd thought about female celebrities that I would sleep with, it seemed like an easy way into it, and she was soon back to her usual bubbly self all be it with an undertone of flirting once again making itself known.