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One downside of sleeping into the afternoon is that he always wakes up starving. It’s one of the only things that forces him out of bed most days - otherwise he’d probably stay curled up thumbing through social media.
Terry wipes the sleep from his eyes and opens the cabinet door, only to find it empty save for a few stray cans. When he pulls them out, he’s disappointed to find the same expired food he’s gotten into the habit of forgetting to throw out. Once again he makes the mistake, ensuring he will feel that same disappointment in the coming days. In the present though, he has to attend to his rumbling stomach. He could walk to the nearest nourishment dispensary, but his account is empty. Though camming was a convenient career, especially for someone who couldn’t really find a place within ‘ordinary’ Shlorpian jobs, he wasn’t exactly rolling in dough. It didn’t help that managing his finances was another area he struggled.
Oh well. He’s sure if he does a quick show he could entice someone to send a few units his way, at least enough for breakfast.
Terry logs onto his computer and points his webcam towards the bedspread, though hesitates when he realizes his current outfit (a stained sleep robe and a pair of baggy, ill fitting pants he stole off a past lifemate) isn’t going to sell the fantasy he wants. He swaps them out for an undershirt and pair of long socks - the ones his viewers picked out for him a few streams ago. Happy with his setup, he starts the show and waits for his audience to arrive. It only takes a few minutes for viewers to start popping in.
‘Not a bad crowd.’ Terry thinks as he absentmindedly drags a purple dildo across his slit. While he watches the chat start to fill up with messages he makes sure to keep up a pretty pose for the camera.
root_sukerz_r_us: good morning beautiful 😍
xXUNCUTGEMXx: show feet pls
ZeekonLover880: omg hes up
“Heeey babes.” Terry mewls in his sweetest voice. “I was feeling kinda lonely today. I never have any friends to hang out with.” He presses a button and the device begins to vibrate pleasantly against his mound. He lets out a moan, soft but loud enough that the mic definitely picks it up. A few hearts pop up in chat. “But then I remembered I have all of you guys to hang out with! So I decided to do a little impromptu show.”
The gentle vibrations of the sex toy have drawn out his long, emerald root. While he continues to knead the tip of the dildo against his mound orifice, his root curls around it, eager for attention. Though not as pleasant as if it were a real one, Terry thinks the sight alone is quite sexy. He often likes to watch it, imagining his favorite celebrities in place of the toy (Granfex is the star of his most recent fantasies).
No time for that, though. He needs to make sure his show is running as planned. He looks back up to read the messages.
ZeekonLover880: put it in ur mound!!
“Ah, ah. I’m gonna need to see some donations first.”
The tell tale ping of someone depositing a few units prompts a grin. As promised, he dips the thin tip a few centimeters inside. The vibrations alone make his walls flex pleasurably.
“Geeze…” he sighs. Despite his body’s pleas to be fucked he spends a few minutes swirling just that little bit of the toy around his entrance. Gotta build the anticipation - it’s how he makes the most money. All the while his root is still coiling around the thing, making wet squelching noises, leaving trails of sap in its wake.
“I wish it was one of you guys fucking me instead of this stupid toy. What if it was all of you at the same time? That would be sooo hot.”
Two more pings. Terry glances up at the screen. Fuck yes, enough for a burger and fries.
Meal secured, he feels more confident to let his desires take over. The dildo moves another few inches inside him. He groans loudly, not caring if the neighbors hear. They should feel honored to get a show without paying. The thick toy stretches him open. Though he’s no stranger to this kind of thing, he hasn’t prepped himself. He couldn’t be bothered. Terry pants past the mild pain, a little embarrassed his viewers are seeing him get that worked up over an average sized dildo. He realizes he doesn’t have much reason to feel self conscious when yet another donation comes in.
‘Of course you perverts like that.’ he thinks, resisting the urge to laugh. Once his body adjusts to the intrusion, he begins to pump it in and out of himself.
“Mmm… ahhh… ohhh…” he moans. “I love when you guys watch me. You’re making me so wet.” He pulls the toy out of himself to demonstrate. It’s soaked almost to the hilt with sap, a thick string of it connecting with his mound. Upon the chat’s begging he plunges it back inside. Terry closes his eyes and resumes his most recent daydream. Granfex finishes giving a speech on taxes or goo or something (Terry is not sure what he does - he’s too enamored but his handsome looks to pay attention to what his TV appearances are for). He walks backstage where Terry is waiting, dressed in just a tight pair of shorts that barely cover his mound when he spreads his legs. Granfex strides over, a confident and hungry look on his face, undoing his robe as he does. He wastes no time in forcing his root (which has unsheathed itself during his speech, eager to meet up with Terry) into his hole. The two of them fuck hard against the table, not minding whoever sees. Granfex holds him down, grunting loudly as he drills into his mound.
Real life Terry whines needily. He imagines Granfex’s root is much bigger than this toy - he wishes he wouldn’t have just grabbed one at random. He makes up for the size difference by cranking up the intensity of the vibrations.
“Oh my Gods, oh my Gods-“ he whines, nearing his peak. He lifts up his hips and shoves the toy as deep as it will go, using his spare hand to pump his flailing root. “Fuuuck!”
A shower of pollen rains down on the bed, his walls clenching hard around the still vibrating dildo. Terry keeps squeezing himself, panting and moaning as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm. When the images of a muscular politician (inventor? CEO?) wash from his mind he sighs and turns off the toy. A few more pings ring out. He smiles. This show was much more successful than he thought it would be. Terry tosses the toy aside and lies down to read the chat, making sure to keep a dazed look on his face.
“I’m so glad I have friends like you to keep me company.”
Soilmann_: Perfect As Always
xXUNCUTGEMXx: feet now?
ZeekonLover880: i love you terry!!!
root_sukerz_r_us: soooo hot
princexx_fauna: Be my boyfriend? PLEASE
Terry can’t help but laugh. He’s used to people begging for his attention. He relishes it, but at the same time it’s sort of funny. Who would actually want some camboy to date them? Sure, he had fantasies about celebrities, but he wasn’t deluded enough to think they would make good partners. He didn’t even know them! Still, it was important not to piss off his fans, so he decided to let them down gently.
“Sure, sure. I’ll go on a date with anyone who donates 10,000 units.”
There was an immediate ping followed by a message that made all three of Terry’s hearts stop.
JealousOfMySwish has donated 10,000 units.