it always made me smile. I mean, Jesse in general was attractive. At least I’d always thought so.
“Okay, yeah. You’re right. Everyone jerks off. Well, not everyone, but a large majority of the male population.”
“If it’ll make you feel better, you can jerk off in front of me and we’ll call it even.”
Jesse stared at me openmouthed for so long that I burst into laughter again. “I’m joking.”
He shook his head. “Wow, you’re better at deadpan than I thought.”
“There are probably a lot of things I’m better at than you thought.” I meant that generally, but Jesse cocked his head at me like I’d said something weird. Wait. Was I flirting with him? I considered. I liked teasing people, but teasing didn’t equate to flirting.
Except when it did.
What the fuck? Now I was just getting myself confused.
Jesse nodded slowly after a beat. “I’m sure. Okay, so we’ll just move on, then. What’s going on with number seven because I’m struggling with that one, too. Also, do I really whistle ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’? Every single time?”
“Sometimes it’s Harry Styles.”
Jesse nodded in apparent approval at that.
As we moved through the next section, my curiosity grew. “So…” I cut a sideways look at him. “Did you like them? I mean, objectively speaking. Like, the quality? It doesn’t seem too repetitive?” I uploaded shorter compilation clips of my solo sessions onto YouPorn, but the full lengths got posted to my OnlyFans. I had to assume we were talking solely about the Pornhub vids because I wasn’t about to ask if he’d subscribed to my OF.
Jesse flopped back on my bed and threw his forearm over his eyes. “God, I can’t believe we’re having this discussion.”
“We don’t have to at all. I was just wondering.”
“No, no. You’re right. This doesn’t have to be weird. Lemme think.”
He was silent for a handful of seconds, then sat up, using his fingers to tick off his list as he spoke. “Okay, the quality is pretty great, and there’s not too much camera shake, which is good. You have a nice dick—don’t preen, there are plenty of nice dicks out there. I like that you make noise. A lot of videos the dudes are just quiet. It’s ten times hotter when you can hear the moans and the squish and…” He exhaled a noisy breath. “Yeah. Moving on. You’re definitely missing opportunities by not having an active Twitter or Instagram account, too, where you can tease people with your hot bod—because I’ll grant you this for sure: you’re ripped. So you should get on that stat. It’s not hard. Haha, actually it’s very definitely hard.” He cackled at his own joke. “But you should set up those, take a pic every day. Try to make it good, but really, just anything kinda sexy-cute would work. Then sit back and watch your kingdom grow.” He spangled his fingers through the air. “But to your question, yes, it’s a little repetitive? That’s also kind of the thrill, though. I mean, your whole schtick is pushing the envelope in terms of where you’re getting off, right? That’s hot. Takes a while before it gets old. But…you might be approaching that point. I’m talking a lot. I’m going to stop.”
Wow. That was a lot of opinion. I absorbed it with a thoughtful nod as he confirmed some of my fears. “That’s what I’ve been thinking. There was a little viewer drop-off last month, so I’ve been trying to come up with some new ideas. Public bathrooms in recognizable places. I’ve done a few of those.”
Jesse’s cheeks reddened again. “Sorry.” He reached down and adjusted himself—the movement quick and unobtrusive. Strangely enough, the action sent a prickle of awareness through me. I wrote it off as stimulus response. We were talking about jerking off, and he’d just complimented my dick. Made sense. “I was thinking about that one video you did in what looked like a locker room,” he continued.
“Oh yeah.” I grinned. “That was a total stealth jerk. I was terrified. The first time I tried it, I couldn’t stay hard.”
“Well, persistence paid dividends because—” Jesse cut himself off with a self-deprecating laugh. “It was well done. Anyway, so maybe some of that’s helpful. Now can we finish studying so I can go back to my bedroom and die of embarrassment?”
I laughed. “Are you always this dramatic?”
He nodded. “It’s kind of my MO. Life’s more fun in loud colors than in beige.”
“Unless you’re trying to sell a house. At least, that’s what