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"Hey nerds, welcome back." Stan grinned at the camera, adjusting it one more time before scooting himself backwards onto his bed, sprawling out across his small mountain of pillows. Already shirtless, and the only thing he was wearing was a pair of red, frilly panties. "Miss me? Sorry, y'know how college is. Classes fuckin' suck. "
He sighed dramatically, letting his head fall to the side on some of the pillows, smiling dreamily at the lens as he began to feel himself. One hand caressing his side, the other tracing circles around the center of his panties.
"Think I'll be a bit self indulgent today. If you mind, too bad." He smirked, the hand on his side momentarily leaving the frame before coming back with a small purple item. After flipping a switch on it, the item buzzed to life, and Stan bit his lip. "Got this yesterday, an' haven't had a chance to try it out."
The toy was flipped off, set within arms reach as Stan leaned forward, getting onto his knees.
"Not the usual strip tease, but I'm tired. Had a long, hard, rough day." His voice was practically a purr, his thumbs looping easily under the waistband of the panties. They steadily began to slide down his curvy hips, slowly revealing the small tuft of curly pubic hair. When the panties reached his knees he sat back down, slowly lifting one leg out of them, then the other. He held the panties up with one finger, smirking at his audience. "Man, bet you guys wished you could have these, huh? They're already damp, an' I barely wore 'em. Sickos."
The panties were tossed to the side, the toy retrieved while the other hand slipped between his legs, spreading his lips and showing off for the camera.
"Said I'd be self indulgent, right? Well, today, it's not you I'm doin' this for." The toy buzzed to life again, being guided towards his center, his whole body arching as it came into contact with him. " Shit , that feels good. God, damn-"
He whimpered, head falling backwards as he began to slowly rub and tease his clit, legs spread and bent at the knees.
"Nnh, there's- there's this guy, right? We- we've been friends for- god, years." His words were breathy, toes curling into the mattress. "An' I- mmh, I'm like, nuts about 'im. He's- he's so tall, yeah? Six foot three, easy. God, what I wouldn't give to ride 'im."
A low moan left him, body shifting to the side slightly as he rubbed the toy against himself. "But he- shit, this is nice- he's got this southern accent cause he's from like- Tennessee, and- these amazing blue eyes. And he's so- he's so sweet, y'know? I- ah-"
He gasped, body tensing before he pulled the vibrator away, whimpering softly.
"Sorry, I- don't wanna cum. Not yet. I want-" He swallowed thickly, letting out another whimper. "I wanna imagine him ."
"He'd be so gentle with me," he said softly, pressing the toy against his clit again, one leg bending further and pulling closer to his body. "He always is- always has been. Helps me study. An' I- I love to just look at 'im, y'know? He's- he's straight, so I- I don't stand a chance, but he- he's so nice, an' I just know he'd be praisin' me, tellin' me what a good boy I am- fuck-"
Stan's body arched again, a high-pitched whine leaving him. "In that sweet, beautiful accent of his- he'd encourage me, an'- F-fuck, kiss me, and-" He moaned, pressing the side of his face into the pillows, eyes clenched tight. "I'd- I-I'd ask if he- if he wanted me to cum, and- a-and he'd let me, cause- c-cause he's so sweet- oh, god, shit, Moses-"
His moans rose in pitch, until his body spasmed violently, a small amount of liquid squirting onto the bed between his legs. A loud whine left his lips as he continued to press the vibrator against himself, obviously riding the high of the first one.
"Fuck, he- he'd keep doin' this- and- a-an' kiss my neck, t-tellin' me that- ah-!" A soft cry left him as more liquid gushed out, Stan biting his lip as he rode out his second orgasm. Finally, he shut the toy off, letting it fall to the side as he laid there, panting, chest heaving.
"Oh, Fidds," he murmured, slowly sitting up, a violent shudder running through him. Stan gave the camera a crooked smile, cocking his head to the side. "Enjoy the show? It's usually a bit longer, an' I don't usually talk about my impossible crush, but I needed it. If you want more like this, hit the subscribe button, send me some money to pay my bills. Till then, nerds."
Stan leaned forward, shutting the camera off and leading the screen to black.
Fiddleford stared, speechless, at his computer screen, unable to believe what he had just watched and heard.
His crush and childhood friend, Stanley Pines, had just posted an Only Fans video of himself masturbating to Fiddleford.
And he thought that Fiddleford was straight.