For the Fans

by Nyla K.

I’m kind of a weirdo, and I don’t want to have to change myself just to make friends. I’m a strong believer in it’ll happen if and when it happens. If there are people out there who also love art and emo music from before their time, who fan over cryptids and true crime and Tarantino, then we’ll eventually find each other and become friends. Why force it? Ah, the introvert’s paradox. Waiting for other nerds to come to you.

Strange lady. I like her. Plus, I’m still not over the accent. Paahhk the caahhh. Wicked good chowdaahh. Hilarious.

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

He grins. It annoys the fucking shit out of me.

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

“So you really are the hot-nerd needle in a preppy haystack?”

But pretending everything is fine is where I excel, especially when it comes time to lace up and run out onto field in front of hundreds, even thousands of cheering fans.

“But, Avi, listen to me. You’re fucking hot. You have a sick body, which I still don’t even really understand because you stuff your face with junk constantly and are like the least physically active person I know.” I frowned. “I work out ironically…”

My face lit up and I gasped, “Will you be my OnlyFans Yoda?!” “Show your dick on camera you will, young Nerdwalker,” she teased, and I cackled.

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.

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.

Frankie’s costume is insane. She’s half-devil, half-angel, with one side of her body in white, gold, and light sparkles, and the other side in red and black. She has an angel wing sprouting from her back on the right, and a dark, ghoulish-looking one of the left. I can’t believe how elaborate the costume is. The makeup is one thing, but she even has half of a halo above her head on the right side, half of a golden bra-type thing, while her left breast is covered only by a pasty in the shape of a pentagram.

Anyone know where I can find an Olympic-size pool filled with SoCo?

this… This is a very different situation. This is a threesome with my best friend and my uptight stepbrother who hates me.

“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.”

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.

“And you won’t have time to worry about what your mouth is doing because you’ll be focused on how good it feels.”

“No… But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious…” “More than a little,” I croak. “That’s why this is all so easy for you… You’re just itching to add cock to the menu, aren’t you, bro?”

He smashes his hips against my face, feeding his big cock into my throat while I struggle to breathe. Then he releases my dick, all wet and swollen as he whimpers, “Kyran… I’m gonna come. Fuck yess, I’m gonna… come.” Even if I wanted to, there’s no moving away. I’m trapped beneath him. But the sickest part is that as soon as the words leave his lips, I’m waiting for it. Like it’s my reward for doing well… I want it.

Our movements slow, hips finally easing to a halt as we fizzle down from the high of a baffling, inexplicable mouthful of climax we both swallowed up like thirsty little cum sluts. It was joint effort… A shared orgasmic experience. And because of that, for a brief moment, I feel connected.

Everything is gone… The uncertainty, the insecurity, the doubt. The terrible, awful pitch-black devastation I’ve lived with for so many years… it feels like it’s all evaporated.

“Hey, you know me.” She plucks the joint from between my fingers. “I don’t discriminate against genitalia.” She beams, and I cackle. “As long as someone’s hot, I’ll be a THOT!”

And my lips part over his. The way the plump bottom one fits snugly in between mine… like a perfect, plush puzzle piece. I can’t even help but give it a gentle, hesitant suck. You know… since it’s right there. And he purrs. He fucking purrs.

“I’m not gonna fuck you for money, Avi,” he growls. My gaze narrows at him. “Who says you’d be fucking me?”

Fuck this. It’s fucking hopeless. I’m broken. Damaged. He fucking ruined me.

Thomas More Apartments, room 446.

Tired of acting like it doesn’t thrill me to my bones to know that people are begging and pleading to see what we can do behind closed doors.

I’ll finger you while you finger me. First one to get off bottoms.”

I guess if I’m being honest, I would really like to see how it feels to push my fingers inside of him. Much more than I want to feel his fingers pushing inside me. Though there is that teeny, tiny frisson inside me, wondering if I’ll like it. If he’ll hurt me… Or if he’ll make it feel really good…

He purses his lips, swiping his fingers through the cum all over my chest. “Well, then…” His eyes spring back up to mine, and I didn’t think it was possible, but my cheeks flush ever harder. “Looks like we found our bottom.”

I really wanted to get him into bed. After seeing him fall apart, and knowing how easily I could make it happen… it was the hottest experience of my life, and I wanted more. I’m just as bad as the fans at this point. I’m chomping at the goddamn bit.

I groan, as quietly as I can because there are people so close. The entire football team is in the showers, laughing and chatting on the other side of the room, fully unaware that their quarterback is kissing the mascot a few feet away.

I lift my fingers to his face, gripping his jaw and holding him in place to bruise his mouth with kisses, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth until he purrs. Oh, baby… Feed me that sound…

“Just… fuck me, Avi. I want you to… fuck me.” That’s what I wanted to hear.

Kyran’s hands are shaking so bad, he can barely hold the bottle. But he gets there, uncapping it and squeezing some lube onto his fingers. Honestly, I think I might love how afraid he is…

This is a guy who thrives under pressure. Who whips balls fifty yards while fifty thousand people scream around him. He’s not easily shaken. Yet doing this, with me, turns him into a twitchy, uncool… virgin, I guess, for lack of a better word. I’m kind of obsessed with it.

his hips buck and he purrs. There’s that noise again… Fuck me sideways.

Hovering over him, I press a slow kiss on his mouth and breathe, “For the fans?” “For the fans.”

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I drop my mouth to his, kissing him and swallowing up his sounds. “The way your greedy little ass swallows my dick is… fucking euphoric.”

“Avi Avi Avi… Why do you fuck so good…?”

This thing was already complicated as fuck before. But now, with these stupid butterflies bounding around in my gut, it’s just turned into the biggest mess of my life. He bottomed… But I feel like I’m the one who’s fucked.

Avi: Please, baby? I’ve been thinking about your ass all day... I’m fucking dripping for it

“I know you’re missing my cock right now…” he hums. “Wishing I was there to fuck you full. But you’ll have to make due with your fingers, okay?”

At this point, I can’t tell if I’m leaning on the weed for support, as a medication… Or if I’m using it as a crutch, to kill any and all feelings rather than dealing with the harsh reality that maybe I’ll never amount to anything.

You just like how it feels to touch him and kiss him and fuck him, that’s all. It can’t be more than that, and it won’t be. Because he’s your stepbrother, and he’s doing this for the money. You both are. It’s all just an act… for the fans.

Attempting to be festive with my mother, Tom, and Kyran just sounds like something that will make me want to fa-la-la-la-light myself on fire.

I think he might be… coming to terms with something. And apparently, I’m a part of that, which makes me feel so damn special, I think my heart is actively trying to spring out of my chest like a cuckoo clock.

“Call me gorgeous again…” “Anything you want, gorgeous.” I kiss the words down his throat and onto his chest. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” I trace the curves of his pectoral muscle with my tongue. “Delicious… I could sink my teeth into you.”

Swiping some on my fingers, I bring them up to his lips and push them inside his mouth. “Taste that?” I whisper while he greedily sucks on my fingers. “Only I make you do this…” “Mmm,” he hums in agreement. “That’s from my dick in your ass, Kyran.”

“Are you fucking serious??” I whisper-bark at him. “Which one of us still has cum lingering in his ass?” I raise my hand, and he grins. “Please keep raising your hand to that question. It’s my favorite thing you’ve ever done.”