Fourth Of July

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first chapter

Jacks P.O.V

This man, I don't know the name off, seems interesting. He did come to the roof to smoke, must be lenient on things. "What's your age?" I ask, trying not to sound interested, but in reality, he is like a brand new bike that I wanna know how to ride immediately.

"27. Yours?" I smile, "19." He nods before stepping back. He throws his cig on the ground and stomps it out. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go back inside and wait till 9." "Care if I join ya."

He eyes me up and down before turning and curling his finger up, telling me to follow him. I swing my feet over and plant them on ground. I look back and see the fireworks are still going off. Red and Orange flash when I turn around. They weren't that cool anyways.

I follow him down a hallway, before seeing him press a elevator button on the wall. We wait in silence before the doors open and a ring sounds over it, telling us to enter. I walk in and go over to the back wall. I lay my hands around my back and bounce up and down on the balls of my feet. I glance around the enclosed place, seeing a vent and some cords extrude out of the ceiling. I look in his direction and finally get to see a face lit by the light in here.

He is about the same height as me, little taller. Dark raven hair, no receding hair line. Small almond shaped eyes, looks Korean and a small amount of stuble adorn his face. Handsome

The doors open after what seems like an eternity. I let him out first and soon followed close behind. I haven't been down this hallway before. Its so clean compared to our sophomore hallways.

He leads me to a tidy class room, fluent words adorn the white board. He goes to his desk, and pulls out a dark green book. "You said your names Jack?" I nod and realize he didn't see me. "Yes sir." I see a smirk form on his face and smile. "Last name." he says snapping me out of my day dream. "McLoughlin." He nods and flips through a few pages before taking his finger down the page. "Sean McLoughlin, age 19, studying for video and art visuals." I nod. He smiles and ask me some more questions.

"Why did you chose that profession?" "I liked the way it could apply in my daily life." I answer mater-o-factly. "What do you do in your life, that you need to use visual arts?" I smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know." He looks up and smiles.

I sit my self on his desk and cross my legs. I run my hand along the tendons of his hand and smirk. He keeps a straight face, but his hands are shaking. I peck his nose and giggle. "I'm a camboy." His eyes widen and I jump off his desk. I saunter over to the original place I was standing. "Um, okay why did you chose that, well, occupation?"

"Well I always thought I wasn't ever good enough looking for society, so when I became a camboy, people tell me all the time how good I look. I feel wanted."

"Why don't you get a girlfriend?" He seems flusterd. I'm not very sure why. "I don't like girls, I like boys." He stops what he is doing. "Gay?" I nod simply. He nods, and gathers his things. "Well I'm going to go home, do you need a ride?"

"Yeah, can you take me to my apartment." He nods and ushers me out the door.

-time skip-

We ride together, silent. The drone of his engine and the sounds of the night are the only think to focus on. I lay my head against the window, thinking about nexts week pay. 

"How long have you been a cam-boy?" I direct my attention forward and answer. "For about 6months. I have a small following, mostly older men striving to see a youthful body at play." He expression is hard and cold. "What do you not approve of it." I ask, immediately feeling hurt. His eyebrows raise, "Oh no, it's just peculiar for a college student to portray an interest in sexual acts for a job." I watch his face go into a frown.

"You have no idea." I pull out a piece of paper out of my pocket and write down my info. "Check me out here." He glances down and takes the paper hesitantly. "This is my stop." I turn my chin up and watch him slow into a spot. I unlock the car before he can and get out. "Thanks for the ride, I owe you." I say, not even turning around.

"You owe me a ride now." I smirk. It may not be the ride he is expecting but he will get his ride. "Don't worry, you will get one soon."

I finally get up to my room and unlock the door. The first think I do is get on my computer and start a stream. "Okay everyone. I got in a bit of a run in with a teacher and I was a bad boy, I need to get punished." A flood of comments come in telling me I was a bad boy and ideas how to punish me. This is gonna be fun.

Marks P.O.V

I think about him on my way home.

A small, courageous young man. Don't forget he was as well cute.

I don't understand why he is a cam boy tho. He could get a normal job working at as a bus boy or something. But I'm sure he's good at it and gets a good pay, he's definitly got the body for it

I pull into the parking lot outside of my apartment. I grab my bag from the passengers seat and lock my car.

I wave at the receptionist and make my way to the elevator. I click the fourth floor.

Once I'm inside I throw my bag to the side. I undo my belt and throw it off to the side somewhere. I discard my blazer and flop on the couch. I open my laptop and scroll through some of the kids work.

As I try and get work done, the boy keeps coming to mind. I can't seem to stop thinking about him. I eventually loose the fight to my mind and give in, searching up various cam boy sites. The first one comes up and I click into it. I enter my name and age and a list of videos come up. A list of people name's is on the side of the screen.I scroll down on that part and look for a seemingly resembling name to "Sean." I scroll down a little bit more and a column of "twinks" come up. I look at the list and see the name "jacksepticeye." Curious, I click and wander why the hell someone is septic.

After clicking into it I see a profile picture with a scrawny green haired boy. 'That's him' I see that he is live recording right now and click into the stream. I see a live chat on the side and a splayed out boy on a bed, a dildo in his ass.

I lean back and watch for a minute. There are many request asking him to say certain profanities and moaning their name. I watch a little bit more and my eyes focus on him.

He is moaning and doing all different things with the dildo. He sits up and starts to ride it, while messing and pinching with his nipples. This goes straight to my dick. I curse and unbutton my pants. I let out a groan and pump slightly. I watch on and see he is pumping his cock as well. I let out a rushed breath and buck into my hand. I keep this up at a steady pace.

'I'm close daddy' I groan and feel a similar tightness and heat in the pit of my stomach. ''Fuck baby boy!" I cum hard in my hand and on my shirt. I keep pumping, riding through my high. I open my eyes and see his arched back and hand frozen, streaks of cum come. I groan and subscribe faster than lightning.

"You treat me so well daddy. I'll be back tomorrw." With that he is gone. I let out a shaky breath and scramble to get off the page and cook dinner. I shouldn't be watching a student do that.

Oh but I do for the rest of the night. I find old videos and watch them. Almost the entire night, I learn more and more about him. Its not healthy, I know but he is like a drug. You can't let go that easily. Tommorrows
gonna be hard.