For the Fans

by Nyla K.

AlexandertheBait: My dick died…mind if I bury it in dat ass??

And no matter how scary it can be at first, I just can’t help but wonder… How it truly feels to fall from up high.

Ah, the introvert’s paradox. Waiting for other nerds to come to you.

Unicorndicks: God, I would beg you to ruin my life and thank you for it after.

Hm… Easily distracted and dopey. Like a puppy.

Why does he smile so much? It makes him look deranged.

DarthKittyVader: 10/10 I would let those hands be my necklace.

You have… no… clue… who you really are.

Tumultuous_ho3b4g: I’m not feeling myself today. Can I feel you instead?

I guess he doesn’t need pain the way I do…

I play because I’m good at it, but also because I need it. Football is the biggest part of my image.

My chest is hollow any time I think about love. Like a simple circle; an outline, with no solid substance to fill me up.

You’re here. This is you.

I’m fuming and can barely see through the red. I fucking hate him! I fucking despise him for stealing literally everything I have. Everything that was mine is now his, and it’s almost devastating.

Sucking in breath after breath, I struggle to bite back the emotions. Swallow them. Swallow swallow swallow.

Like fighting to eat something disgusting. Chew and fucking swallow it; push it all down; pack it into your gut.

CaptainJackSwallow: Ride my gag reflex like a pony

This need inside me to overcome my emotional hang-ups is what drives me. It’s a ravenous hunger to rip apart my issues with bared teeth and show them that they don’t control my life. I control my life.

Call it my own superstition… Call it a nervous tick or a habit, call it whatever you want. But I have this thing where I’ll stare at the lines on my palms and imagine them as roads I know. Sometimes I’ll even envision little cars driving up and down them, cruising the highways and streets I’ve been driving and walking on my whole life.

Inside, I’m a child again, desperately trying not to disappoint him, while simultaneously doing just that, with things that are completely out of my control.

Anything to keep me away from home; from my dad acting like I’m more of an unsatisfactory business investment than a son, from Hannah being the object of his only affections, and from Avi, whose blasé attitude and constant smiling just reminds me of what I could be like if I wasn’t so fucked up.

A memory pops into my mind… Of my father telling me and my sister that he and my mother were getting a divorce. The look he shot right at me, before stalking away into his office and slamming the door… You can’t escape it. You never will. Nothing you do will ever be good enough to fix the damage you caused.

It’s the ultimate naughty act of exhibitionism in the twenty-first century. Filming yourself doing things you should theoretically only be doing in private. And I suppose it’s still private, in a sense.

This is just for the fans… the people who have paid money for me do it. And surprisingly, that notion seems to turn me on even more.

I let it fuel things… The lust, the untapped desire… The curiosity of what it would be like if someone else was in the room with me right now, watching.

Sitting up, I glance down at my orgasm all over my chest and abs, swiping my fingers through the mess. Then I peek back at the camera, locking my eyes on it as I gingerly slip them into my mouth. Mmm… salty. I wonder if they’ll like that… Because I think I definitely do.

really don’t want to hear it right now. From anyone, but especially not from him. He doesn’t understand how important football is to me, because nothing is important to him. He doesn’t care hard enough about anything to be devastated over a loss like this.

He just seems like the kind of guy no one really knows… Who would never dare let the outside world in on what’s really happening beneath his surface.

When he’s glaring at you, nostrils all flaring, muscles flexing… I’m on pins and needles, just itching for him to kiss you.”

It’s so easy to piss him off, it’s barely even a challenge. And while I know I should just leave him alone, I hate backing down, especially to preppy dickheads like him. If he can dish it out, then he needs to be able to take it.

Those timid movements… It’s amazing how someone so brooding and vicious can turn so submissive. I think he’s way too tightly wound… in need of a thunderous release.

And when our eyes meet, up close, I can really see that burning intensity in his irises as a woven hazel. Mossy green, swirled up with the light bronze, holds me still for a second, until he breaks the contact to ease his mouth onto Frankie’s pussy.

“Choke me, Daddy,”

“You’re making it harder…”

“You’re so close to me, Kyran…” I speak in frayed breaths. “If I come, it’ll get all over you.”

Kyran’s mouth is so close to mine, it’s like I’m breathing his breaths; inhaling his exhales. I feel his lips shivering. I feel his pulse pumping like it’s my own.

It’s so intense that I think I could literally come myself at any moment.

Money is very much the root of all evils. Because it’s power. Money, sex, fame, power… Control. They’re like drugs. Preying on the weakest parts of your condition.

“But we have to at least act like we’re into it, or this will all be for nothing… We don’t have a choice. We have to sell it. For the fans.”

Why am I so intrigued by his dick? I didn’t think I liked dick at all, especially not one attached to my jock asshole of a stepbrother.

“This is just for the fans… right?”

It sounds like a threat, but the way his words are trembling, the way his entire body feels tense and coiled… it seems almost like a dare. Like he wants me to defy him, in the way that only I do.

“I’m gonna… come,” he croaks, hauling me closer by my shirt until I’m hovering over him, our hands bumping together in the furious chase. The swollen tips of our cocks brush and a shuddering cry brings hoarse words from his lips. “Fuck… Fuck you, Avi… fuck you, I’m gonna fucking come for you.”

“I’m coming with you…” he whispers, then whines. Then gasps. Then groans out the sexiest fucking noise my ears have ever heard as hot cum starts spilling out of him, all over me.

My hand, his hand, his dick, my dick. It’s shooting everywhere,

He’s a bizarre character… A nerd who’s not good at school. An emo kid who smiles all the time. An artist with more muscle than some of the dudes on my team.

I want to be able to read people… to know what their intentions are. I like my humans transparent. And Avi is a murky mass of opaque complexities.

“Fine.” His fingers trace the lines of my abs. “Whatever you gotta do, superstar.”

The fact that there’s no pussy or tits in the general vicinity… Only a dick attached to my least favorite person in the world.

“Say that with my cock in your mouth,” he rumbles, giving my shoulders a gentle push. Pulling back, I glare at him. “Not gonna happen. Ever.” “I think it will…” He bites his lip, eyes falling to my mouth. “For the right price.”