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Roger switched through the tabs only to close them again one by one. Nothing, however promising the title sounded, caught his interest. Maybe the term twink was applied a bit loosely these days, or maybe he just had a very strong preference. He changed his search to femboy and found a few more interesting videos, but between the cheap wigs and the same skirt and thigh highs combo, there was not much he had not already seen. Then his eyes fell on a beauty with gorgeous, shiny hair, that he wore in double buns, sitting at a pool. The setting looked good, the title hinted at toys and DP, which was stuff he liked to see, but he was sold already, he would have clicked the video if the bikini princess would just strip and jerk off, spraying the camera. Heck, he would watch him just tan at the pool.
He was painfully hard again, soon after he had finished enjoying that performance. And it was hard to get enough of it. He wanted to be the one filling his cute little hole and then again, the expression in Fifi’s face made him yearn for the pleasure that toy presumably gave him. But to be the lucky guy who got to fuck his tiny mouth, that would surely be the best. His mouth felt dry, he should drink something. Just one more time, he told himself, then he would get up, get some water and go to bed. When he was finally ready the last images in his mind before sleep would get a hold of him, were those of the young man in the tiny bikini, revealing so much of his slender, toned body. And then, without the bikini, offering the perfect view of his sweet, utterly unattainable hole. The images in his mind kept him awake much longer, when he finally drifted off his final thoughts were still To be with him. To be like him.
He felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his jeans and was surprised and excited to see it was not an annoying newsletter but a notification from Fifi’s channel. He planned a second live show. He felt a flutter in his stomach. Live meant he could comment. He looked at the still of Fifi, showing his arse to the camera, pulling aside the tiny excuse of swimwear. Would Fifi see his messages? Would they take suggestions? For tips? It was not impossible. He needed to calm himself and not get his hopes too high, he thought while simultaneously checking his bank account, just in case. His heart beat faster when he looked at the time on the screen, the show was about to start soon.
Fifi wasn’t wearing a bikini this time but a harness, black lipstick and a matching black mini skirt, latex by the look of it, that really was more like a belt, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He was on a bed, leisurely playing with himself until more viewers joined the stream. Then he got up and fished some things from next to the bed, not without wiggling his arse first. He proceeded to lay out the toys and asked which one he should use first. He was still alone and it took Roger embarrassingly long to realise that Fifi was indeed addressing his audience! Roger typed as fast as he could, trying to make up for the time he lost by not noticing the opportunity sooner. His text appeared as gibberish on the screen, but he knew it didn’t matter, it would still reach him. When Fifi read the comments, he chuckled at the rather profane suggestion that followed Roger’s declaration of devotion. He burned with pride at the thought that he had produced a reaction from him, even if it was a humorous one. Still, he hesitated before sending another comment. What he really wanted was to be there, not even to fuck him, just to be in his presence. His cock was aching with desire. But there was a tightness in his chest now, growing stronger. His brain understood it was impossible to satisfy this particular craving. He would never get near him. And his heart, also, realised that it was a fantasy he was so attached to. It was painful nonetheless. He sighed; he didn’t even need to comment. What for? He was just one of hundreds of fans longing for the same thing, or almost the same, maybe they were all admiring different features of him in different measure, and wishing for different actions. He couldn’t even decide for himself what he would want to do first should he be with the pretty femboy. In any case, his cock demanded attention, and he began stroking himself to the sight and sound of Fifi, who was currently busy looking like a perfect angel while pulling out a string of beads from his arse, accompanied by moans and whimpers.
“You must agree, I did wonderfully on my own last time, and left everyone well satisfied,” he chuckled, “but maybe it could be even more fun for everybody with a bit of support. So the boys will be better entertained when they are waiting for their turn, sooo… is anyone here that would want to join me as an extra set of holes?” He ended with a little snicker.
Roger was more than ready to be anything Fifi asked him to be. Which was fortunate, because he found himself already in a room with him. Fifi was on the bed, clearly still the main attraction but now Roger saw that the two other men from the last video were also present, his eyes snapped right back to Fifi of course, who acknowledged his presence only with a small smile before turning his attention to the next toy.
He didn’t have to ask for instructions. “Down,” one of them said, emphasising his command with a small push. Roger complied at once, finding himself kneeling in an instant, shivering slightly when his naked skin made contact with the cold marble tiles of the bedroom floor. Completely still, he waited like this, naked and hard, for more directions. They didn’t bother to give him any more verbal cues, maybe not to interrupt or disturb the recording. He was simply put on a leash, one end fastened to the collar he already wore, the other was held by the guy he remembered as the lucky one who came in Fifi’s mouth the last time. He didn’t need to be told that he was not allowed on the bed. He was there to entertain the others, which, for the moment, suited him just fine. He still could watch Fifi from here, and much better than on the screen. For him, this was definitely worth taking on the role of a low-grade toy for the others, a thing they could fondle or slap with one hand while they were fucking Fifi. Something pathetic to abuse while they waited for the other guy to finish in Fifi. While they weren’t going easy on the femboy, they made sure he was still giving out sounds of pleasure and the occasional word for the audience. They had no such concerns for Roger, who, still fixated on Fifi, didn’t realise he was spoken to again. He suddenly felt his arse lifted, making him get on all fours. He suddenly registered a sharp pain in the skin of his arse from being struck with a belt, the sensation spread and slowly changed into a more pleasurable sensation. But he didn’t have much time to focus on that since one of them pushed into his mouth next, carelessly fucking this wet hole while he was enjoying Fifi’s cock in his own. His throat was not used to this abuse, and Roger struggled to accommodate the girthy thing completely. He gagged and cried, but had no choice but to keep still and eventually manage to relax his muscles so far that the guy could bury his full length inside him. Though this prevented him from watching Fifi, paradoxically, he craved more of it. As soon as the cock slipped out of his mouth, probably to replace the toy in Fifi’s arse, he immediately opened up again, inviting the next in. They commented how easily he seemed to have found his place.
When they were all done and Fifi was at last allowed to ejaculate, each of them begged to swallow it. Even more aware of his role now, Roger naturally stayed quiet. Although of course, everything inside him screamed to be granted a taste of him. To his amazement, the pornstar ignored them, crawled to the edge of the bed, got up on his knees, a wicked smile gracing his face, that the smeared makeup only made lovelier. He started to work his pretty but underused penis, and as if he had read Roger’s mind, he undid his buns with his free hand, letting the mass of beautiful silver hair spill free, framing his delicate body. He had wondered what that would look like. Roger felt like he was drunk from this sight, which seemed to him at the same time so pure and so incredibly lewd, and watched him spray his cum across the floor, right next to Roger.
“It’s yours, good boy,” Fifi said, “you earned it.” Roger immediately bent down to lick it up, only vaguely aware of the camera following his moves. Maybe he was a bit pathetic, but who could claim to come this close to an unattainable sex god? And now he had tasted him.
It was the sweetest dream.