Magic Boy

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"Okay," Kit started. "I'll just cut here."

Ming removed his penis from Kit's hole. Kit walked up to the small table by the window where a stand was with a smartphone held up.

Ming looked dazed.

He wanted to have sex all he wanted. Porn seemed to be the best option but it's illegal. Altering and onlyfans seemed the only route he can take to his dreamed occupation.

He looked back at the one he was fucking just minutes ago. Busy with the smartphone, he was facing back at him. His asshole leaking some lube sliding down his right – or left thigh.

Slender bodied and unnoticeable blemishes dotting his petite body, Ming thought about how did he come to this point where he was fucking the one he's had a crush on for years for a few bucks. He never really expected that this would be where they lead.

He always thought that he'd court him first then they'd get to know each other, and then these sexual escapades and romanticist daydreams would come true. Being very sexual himself, he never knew that even he would go here — altering for money — in the middle of a pandemic.

Kit faced Ming again. Kit had always had a distant curiosity for Ming.

Ming, or Mingkwan, had always had this playboy air around him. He felt that these were the handsome boys every girl and gay tries to get with, and here he was, having a fuck with said boy. And they were also filming it too.

It seems so strange how life goes to places no one ever wanted it to go to. But life is life, and life will always try to surprise us — awkwardly, painfully, or otherwise.

"Hey!"

Kit called him. He raised his head to him. A sour look on his face. Petite features that were only timely as people do age, he was again in love. Or infatuated.

"We gotta shoot another one."

"What?"

"Yeah," Kit opened. "That last one got blurry when the focus went elsewhere."

Oh.

"Plus, your penis wasn't even clear enough for the camera's angle."

He faced back at him again and went to place the camera on the small table again. Tinkering and those pressing phone sounds, he was busying himself again. Too serious in sex, too serious in life. Ming just wanted him to fall in love with him too.

As Kit tinkered around his phone, he thought about how handsome Ming was. How when he was looking at the video, he was admiring. Well, half-admiring, half-assessing. Admiring Ming's muscled jock body, and even though the shot was blurred of his penis, and penis. His penis was slowly rising up.

Well, admiring aside, the both of them need money. Money in an instant! Taking advantage of the horny nature of many people is an instant cash bin.

Ming, on the other hand, sat down on the edge of the bed, simply looking at the backside of a crouching Kit. His asshole was clear as day to his clear eyesight, and he was blessed – in his own sort of way.

When they entered the Alterverse (as most call it), they never anticipated that life would turn this way and that.

Most of the alter world was simply dick pics on Twitter and some passing on of videos in exchange for money. They never really counted on the feelings. Feelings of pleasure, sure. Feelings of love?

Maybe.

Ming slumped his shoulders as his penis deflated while waiting on his partner in sex to finish propping up the camera. His penis even lost its lubrication since they've been separated for too long now and the air was drying up the lube. Was it water-based? He couldn't really recall that well. He wasn't focused on the labels when he was about to stick his meat on someone's hole.