Secret CamBoy (A tomtord fanfiction)

chapter one

Tom Thomson was a camboy.

He undressed and performed sexual activities in front of his webcam for pay – and boy did it pay well. It was amazing how quickly he'd fallen into it; after doing some quick background research into which websites were safest and paid the best, setting up an account happened so easily it almost seemed like it was a dream.

He'd browsed the other models on the website for ideas – how to bring customers to his room, what kinds of games to play, which fetishes to cater for to bring in the most money. He'd filled out his profile carefully; his fingers dancing across the keyboard like it were his instrument. He delicately crafted his persona.

He cammed mostly from his bed in his one bedroom apartment, sprawling out lazily next to the laptop like a lover. It was safe, it paid for college and most of all, it was fun. The rush tom got from people watching him pleasure himself was immense – the arousal burning deep and scorching through his body. The ego-boost he got was colossal too – these people, hundreds of people were watching him. Paying him. His self esteem had never been so high.

One cold November night, tom had only been online for about 15 minutes, but had a steady 200 people in his room. His first countdown, 'Only 300 tokens left until I take off my sweater' was well underway.

He rolled up onto his hands and knees, his loose sweater falling off one shoulder as he did it. He lowered his eyelids and purred sultry words to the camera,

"Don't forget, if you want a quick flash, it's 80 tokens." He winked. "And special requests are 160."

He flopped back down onto his chest, running his hand through his hair as he did so. He looked sexy with his hair pushed back, and he knew it. The sound of someone tipping him cut through the momentary silence, and he looked up, grinning.

"Thank you!" He chirped happily, keeping eye contact with the webcam as he slid a teasing finger down his chest. 80 tokens. Time for a flash. Tom slid slowly up to his knees, raising the hem of his sweater up slightly, exposing his sharp hipbones.

"Which part of me do you want to see, baby?" He crooned, ghosting his fingers down beneath the waistband of his tight shorts.

The user who tipped him typed a speedy reply.

"Ass pls bb."

Tom suppressed the urge to roll his "eyes" at the typing style most of the users on this website used – but then he supposed typing with one hand when your other is on your dick is probably more difficult that he gives credit for. He slowly turned around, rolling his hips and inching his boxers down as he did so. He slipped the fabric over his hips – baring his ass for everyone online to see.

He bent further forward, pressing his face against the mattress – never once breaking eye contact with the camera. He knew they loved his wide, dark holes for eyes. Tom brought one hand back to grab a fistful of his own ass, kneading the mound and spreading the cheek outwards. He suddenly heard the sound of multiple tips being sent at once and smirked. He rubbed the pad of his middle finger over his blushing entrance before letting go of his ass. He kept his back arched, sticking out as far as he could as he straightened up. Tom quickly gave his ass a sharp spank before sliding his shorts back up, sliding the thin material tantalisingly back over his flesh.

He stayed in a kneeling position as he turned round, gracing everyone in the room with a view of his semi hard cock. A short glance to the room count told him he'd gained about 50 more people to the chat room, and another glance told him the extra tips had cleared his countdown.

Tom flashed a bright smile at the camera.

"Thank you so much for clearing my first countdown!" He laughed, ridding himself of the sweater. The cool air assaulted his bare skin instantly, pebbling his nipples and raising gooseflesh on his chest. He posed a little bit for the camera before laying back down.

"Okay, the next countdown is going to be for my boxers coming off. It's gonna be slightly more, 2500 tokens, can you guys manage that?" He rolled over onto his back so he was gazing up at the webcam, slowly taking his bottom lip in between his teeth like he knew they'd like.

"Actually..." Tom started, "Let's play Never Have I Ever?"

The chat room's inhabitants typed their agreement.

"It's 30 tokens to ask something. 50 if you want the story behind it."

Tom was getting more and more well known on the website – the fact that he didn't ignore users without money to give him being a big part of it. A lot of the other models muted users who had no tokens, or refused to talk or even move unless someone tipped them. Tom's room was becoming popular due to his dynamic personality and ever-changing demeanour.

Tom spent most of the time in his chat room talking about video games or movies, occasionally flashing innocent yet sexy gazes at the camera – sometimes licking his lips or touching himself in such a sultry way that he threw everyone off for a moment. His private and group shows were intense, and viewers actually revelled in his inexperience when it came to dirty talk - getting off on each stutter and blush.

Someone had rated him as a top-class Camboy, saying that it was 'amazing how he could go from dorky to cute to sexy in such a short space of time.'

Tom prided himself on that. He really enjoyed it. The money was good and he got to come three times a day, give or take.

He lay on his bed, answering questions and sometimes teasingly telling the story behind the answer until-

"Never have I ever, have sex with someone I hate.."

Tom stopped.

"I...haven't..."

He'd thought about it though... He'd considered it but never gone through with it. He didn't have any other Camboy friends, and although he followed a few of his favourites on Twitter – he was too nervous to get close to any of them. He'd only been doing this a few months after all... He was still a rookie...

A member of his chat room typed something interesting:

"Maybe you and tord can fuck."

Tom's eyes widened fractionally, but the watchers all picked up on it.

"Do you know him?"

"You should talk to him."

"tom, you're going red!"

Of course tom knew him.

After tord left tom got into camming.

About half a year ago, scrolling through Tumblr, tom had come across a gif of tord smiling it seemed he was enjoying Norway.

After following the source, he'd found the man's Twitter.

Tom swallowed thickly.

"He didn't dare disclose that he was the reason he started camming.

He used to do some joint shows with another guy named Paul.

"He's going back to london – he said so on Twitter last week."

How the fuck had tom missed this?

"I'll mention your name to him., see if he knows you."

"No, no, no, no!"

Tom's eyes widened.

"Um...of course he doesn't know me...u-um...I mean...I don't know, why would he be interested..."

Tom trailed off, a pink flush settling over his exposed chest.

A 50 token tip lit up the chat area, the message attached to it reading

'Do it'

It sparked a fire.

More and more watchers began tipping, all leaving messages along the same line. Tom buried his face in his hands in embarrassment until the sound that indicated a countdown ending .

Tom shook his head, leaning backwards enough for his arm to reach the draw on his bedside table. He slid it open and pulled out his new remote control vibrator.

"The first person to tip 3000 tokens gets to control the speed on this."

Of course, tom wasn't aware that a certain someone was watching.