What started as a pure amateur hobby was now his most profitable activity. Omid had even left the bank he was working in, finding the world of modelling and selling his body way more exciting than signing checks and opening bank accounts. The webcam shows had been followed by magazine shoots, which had been too followed by several offers for porn videos he had yet to accept or refuse. He knew his life would completely change if he did, so what he needed in moments of stress was going back to the roots, back to where everything started — the same web where he held his first camshow ever. But not alone.
He had befriended some of the other users, Henley being one of his favourite. His best friend, even. Omid had started paying attention to what their hundreds of viewers said and asked, but not anymore. Tips kept coming, but now that he held Henley’s thin yet firm body between his big, veiny arms, the computer screen didn’t matter. As he kissed the boy, with a ferocity that seemed animal, his tongue invading his mouth and exploring it in a fight with Henley’s tongue, Omid’s hands moved from the boy’s waist to his buttocks. He slapped them both at the same time before his big, rough hands cupped and squeezed them. His left middle finger approached his hole but simply caressed it, as marvelled by its softness as the first day he had touched it. “I want you to choke on daddy’s cock now, Hen.” His voice was a mere whisper, deep and almost guttural, as he broke the kiss and pulled softly from the other’s bottom lip. “Just like that first time, remember?” Omid winked as a mischievous smile stretched his lips wider.
