Chapter 1
The fame got to his head.
Those videos did big numbers. Joel loved seeing them go up. It was so addicting to watch those view counts reach new heights every day. Seeing the views make it into the hundreds, thousands, and beyond threw him into a manic high of needing more.
A pathetic power trip.
Were people really this easy to entertain? Going completely batshit insane over a fucking Ouija board… He should have thought of it sooner. Even if his house was haunted now, it had people looking in his direction and plastering his name all over the Internet.
Joel was hungry for more of that feeling. He wanted to be seen.
The idea that there were other ways he could seek out attention wormed its way into his head. Ways that involved doing things that wouldn’t make his mother proud on websites that were less than respectable.
That was fine. He didn’t care how he did it, Joel just wanted people to look at him.
It started with nothing out of the ordinary. Just a short video of himself jerking off, with his face out of view of the camera. He wanted people to see him, but that didn’t mean they needed to know who he was. Being recognized could only mean bad news. What he wanted was positive attention, only raw praise without the uncomfortable parts that came with exposing yourself to other people. Not that there was anything about him to criticize, but other people weren’t smart enough to see it that way. What would his friends and family think if they found him beating off for strangers on a porn site? He had a reputation to maintain.
The only problem was that Joel wasn’t exactly well-endowed, and he knew it. People on these kinds of sites were obsessed with huge dicks, and he was lacking in comparison. Just another reason to keep his face hidden; someone would find him appealing, but he didn’t need his name attached to the size of his dick. So he went through with it anyway, setting up his camera near his bed and going to town jerking himself off with a handful of lotion. He used too much on purpose, trying to get the sounds of his wet palm rubbing his length to come through on the tape. When he was finished, he checked the footage to make sure the camera only captured his lower body. Once it was uploaded, all that was left was to wait.
It took all day for people to find and watch his video, and the results weren’t surprising — not many views at all, even for something uploaded that day, but a few comments at least. Mostly good, though in a backhanded kind of way. They called him “cute”…
He’d take what he could get. But now that he was done with that, he didn’t know where to go next with it. He wasn’t going to get anywhere by doing the same thing.
Fuck. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Oh well, Joel thought to himself. He expected this, but it still sucked. Dejected, he started reading some of the comments just to kill time. There weren’t many, but they were such strange people…
>283949323: Small dicks are the best. You just know the man they’re attached to would be so fun to play with
Having one of his biggest insecurities pointed out like that made him feel conflicted. He hated being compared, but at the same time, knowing there were people out there somewhere who would find him desirable made him feel better.
>182393493: Awww I wanna touch it toooooo <3
>873672112: Can I give it a lil smooch
This was nice.
Just wish I had something for another video, he thought to himself. Even if it’s just a few people praising him, it made him feel tingly and warm. He’d keep doing this just for them if he could.
Most of these comments were from anonymous guests, but he received one from a logged-in user.
>ph0tofan4tical: Cute. But I’d like to see that weepy little cock twitch while you play with something else.
…Something else? Do they mean my ass?
Joel thought about it. He wasn’t really into that. Probably. Maybe. He thinks. The thought of doing butt stuff always disgusted him before, it just seemed so unsanitary and gross. But it was a place to start if it was something people wanted to see. It’s not like he had to upload the video if he wasn’t happy with how it turned out. But he still didn’t want his fingers anywhere near his ass. Wouldn’t it be better to do that with a dildo? Would that work too? Not that he owned any, but he bit the bullet and shelled out the money to order one, choosing one that looked like it would be “beginner friendly”.
These sites were a godsend. There was no way he could step into a physical store and buy a dildo. People might get the wrong idea.
The whole next week was spent stalking his inbox on the porn site for anything new. The occasional weird comment would come through and keep him entertained for five minutes, but it was so unbearably slow. When the dildo and lube finally came in the mail, he started having second thoughts. After all, he wasn’t gay. He knew he wasn’t. Was he actually about to put a fake cock in his ass just to fish for attention?
Yeah, actually, he was. He was that desperate.
This is so fucked up, he thought. Oh well. Worth it.
Joel was eager to get started right away. The sooner he could get that video recorded and uploaded, the sooner he could boost those numbers. He got his camera set up and made himself comfortable with his new toys in his bed. Some towels were spread out underneath him, just in case he made a mess. He turned the camera on and brought the dildo into view before drenching it in lube. He didn’t care if he was a little wasteful with it at first, he probably needed it for his first try. He settled onto his back and sprawled his legs open to expose himself to his “audience”. Reaching down between his legs, he rubbed the slick shaft against his hole, like he was teasing himself with it. He was experimenting, wanting to know what was so good about this that made people want to do it all the time.
With a strained grunt, he pushed the head in, wincing at the unfamiliar intrusion.
Weird. This felt weird. He considered calling it quits then and there.
Come on, Joel. Give them what they want.
He tried to remember what he read on those shitty guides he found online. With a deep breath, he let his body relax. He let the toy sink in barely another inch before stopping again. It felt too fucking weird, like taking a shit in reverse. He couldn’t believe that people did this for fun. The stretch was something that he wasn’t used to, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. He pulled out, then back in, not going any farther than where he first stopped.
Again he repeated the motion, pulling out and pushing in, breathing heavily as the burn started to fade away. So he pushed in another inch and kept at it, until he almost had the entire five-inch length buried to the hilt. It felt better and better with each stroke, spurring Joel to keep going. He’d spent most of the session barely half-hard, but he finally stiffened up until he started dripping tiny beads of precum.
Okay, I can see the appeal now, kind of. I’m still not sure if—
Suddenly he sucked in a sharp breath and his whole body tensed and froze, his train of thought derailing completely when a jolt of pleasure like nothing he’d ever felt ripped through his entire body. He pulled the dildo out almost all the way, then shoved it back in against that same spot, letting out a loud gasp that melted into a moan of pure bliss when he felt those shockwaves rush through him again. Nothing was holding him back now — he crammed the toy in as deep as it could reach, making it rub hard against his prostate.
Joel let his head fall back against the pillow as he let out a long, low groan as he frantically started fucking himself. He started pumping the toy harder and faster, playing with different speeds and angles until he was a writhing and whining mess. The beads of precum turned into a steady drip that pooled on his belly and rolled off his sides onto the towels beneath him.
If Joel was grateful for anything, it was that the viewers wouldn’t be able to see his face right now. He could feel himself making the lewdest expressions against his will, struggling against pleasure that was so much more intense than anything his hand alone could ever give him. It was almost too much, but he didn’t want to stop. He didn’t ever want it to stop. But as much as he wanted it to last, it didn’t take long for him to come undone. His orgasm hit him hard and he came with a strangled cry, thick strings of cum painting his stomach and chest. He let his tired body go limp, only having enough energy to reach for the camera to shut it off so he could enjoy his afterglow in peace and privacy.
“Straight Boy’s First Dildo” was the title he chose for the video. He was pretty sure he was still straight. A dildo is just a toy, it doesn’t mean anything. Guys get pegged by their girlfriends all the time, don’t they? He didn’t care for the specifics anyway, he just wanted to get that video rendered and uploaded right away.
Next came the hardest part: waiting. He spent hours clicking around the site and refreshing the page, hoping to see any kind of engagement. A view or a like, or maybe even a thirsty comment if he was lucky. It was going to take a while, he knew that, but damn if he wasn’t impatient. Joel needed his fix.
His (lack of) patience was rewarded some hours later, after Joel finally took a break from sitting on his ass at the computer. This video was already doing better than the last: way more views, more likes, and more people being weird about him in the comments. Exactly what he wanted. Why wouldn’t he want people to be weird about him? That’s what this site was for. It also meant they were focusing on him, and nothing mattered more than that.
Joel started scrolling through the comments.
What do the strange people have to say today?
>925712288: I could cum just from listening to those moans
>556109091: congrats “straight boy” hahahaha
>590001273: his little pecker leaking like that got me acting up, I want to screw him myself
>116820343: damn boy save some fun for the rest of us!
He could get used to this.
A notification popped up for a familiar username that Joel recognized as the same person who suggested the idea for his newest video. It couldn’t be a coincidence that they watched his second video too, and so soon after it was posted, but he didn’t think too hard about it. People with registered accounts could probably subscribe to other users or something like that, he just never dived too deep into it himself. He only made an account so he could start uploading.
That’s nice. I like dedicated fans.
>ph0tofan4tical: What a good boy, taking my advice. Are you sure you’re not lying about this being your first time? You looked like you were having the time of your life.
Good boy. Good boy.
Why did his pants feel so uncomfortably tight all of a sudden?
This was probably a grown man that he was entertaining, and normally he wouldn’t have to care because he could just ignore him if he wanted.
Something compelled him to reply.
>hauntedrestless: Not lying at all, really was my first. Wasn’t easy but I got the hang of it, thanks for the advice <3
Joel leaned back in his chair. He was tired and just wanted to rest his eyes for a few minutes. As his eyes shut and he was about to drift off into a peaceful nap, the notification sound blared from his computer speakers.
It was his new friend again. Does this person just sit at their computer and watch porn all day? Christ.
>ph0tofan4tical: I think I almost came just from watching you hit your g-spot for the first time. Even without your face in the shot, you can see the precise moment where you make that discovery. So sweet and priceless. Try different positions, it’ll feel different. Bet we could get you making more noise.
More noise? That sounded embarrassing, but they had a point. And if their advice worked the first time, he had nothing to lose by listening to what this weirdo had to say.
There were still more comments left to sift through, and Joel took the time to scroll down and read them. But his mind was still hung up on processing being called a ‘good boy’.
He’ll do anything for more comments like that.
Joel was back at it again the very next day.
Except this time he was on his knees and elbows on his bedroom floor reaching behind his back to stuff himself with the dildo while the camera got a good shot of his ass. He was so impatient that he didn’t even wait to get all of his clothes off — he was still wearing his heavy long-sleeved shirt, and his pants and underwear were bundled up in a pile at his knees.
His new friend was right, it did feel different. The toy speared right into that sweet spot deep in him, making his back arch and his cock twitch with need. If he was dripping wet before, it was running like a faucet now; he was already turned on just knowing he was exposing himself to so many people. His forehead pressed against the floor while he fucked himself silly with the dildo, panting and moaning and playing up the volume for the “audience”.
Joel started to wonder what it would feel like to get plowed by a real dick.
I’m really not straight at all, am I? Shit.
He wondered what his friend would say about his newest video.
He hoped they would see it. He hoped they would praise him for it again, and tell him what he should do next.
That person was probably a dude, and Joel couldn’t even begin to give a shit anymore.
“Mmph, fuck,” he whimpered, ramming the dildo full force into his prostate. Thinking about being told what a good job he’s doing was quickly pushing him over the edge. A loud, keening whine was the start of a violent orgasm that had him spilling in heavy ropes onto the floor. The sheer force of it left him too broken and exhausted to move for a while; he’d have to cut some of the clip at the end before he uploaded it.
He couldn’t wait for everyone to see.
For a video where he was pretty much still wearing all of his clothes, it pulled in a surprisingly large audience. He didn’t think so many people would ever compliment him on anything in his entire life. So many comments that had him wanting to rub himself through his pants…
>308550012: want this man underneath me right fucking now
>760128363: you sound so good, i want to fuck you until you cry
>489446012: this dude says he’s straight, there’s no way just LOOK at him. Hope he’s lying, I want to believe I have a chance
Not a chance in hell, he laughed to himself. Straight or not, it’s not happening.
Right on schedule, there was another comment by his favorite fan.
>ph0tofan4tical: You look incredible fucking yourself like that. You have the cutest little cock.
For any guy, something like that should be insulting and emasculating, the absolute worst thing you could say to somebody. But it was getting an already stiff Joel unbearably horny, making him fidget and squirm in his seat. As soon as he had a free hand, he’d take care of that.
>hauntedrestless: Thanks. Expect more soon (:
As soon as he hit send, he fumbled the button and zipper of his pants open so he could start desperately pawing at his crotch.
Then the notification sound beeped again.
>ph0tofan4tical: By chance, you got a PO box? I have some goodies I’d like to share with you…
Joel blinked. No, he didn’t have one, but he could easily get one. But… what? He was so baffled, he couldn’t even be annoyed that this was getting in the way of him rubbing another one out.
>hauntedrestless: Uhhh wdym?
>ph0tofan4tical: I got some nice gifts for you if you’ll just do me the favor of playing with them on camera. I’ll even throw a few bucks your way if that’s what you want.
Was this for real? Some weird guy wanted to just… send him free shit? And pay him to use it? They didn’t even know what his face looked like, are they insane?
>hauntedrestless: Sure, if the price is right.
>ph0tofan4tical: You’re funny. I’ll make sure the price is right.
>hauntedrestless: Give me a week, I’ll get that PO box.
This could be a huge mistake in the making, but Joel didn’t give a shit. Who would be dumb enough to complain about getting paid to jack off?
