Caleb sighed, leaning back against his pillow and scrolling through his social medias—not any social medias, but one where he could post exclusive and rather spicy videos. It was just a pastime, he told himself, though the money was certainly a motivator.

Sitting up on his bed, he positioned the camera he used for filming on its tripod. After all, being a camboy could pay well with enough followers. He turned it on, grabbed a bottle of lube, a vibrator, and a dildo from his nightstand drawer, then sat back on his bed, spreading his thighs.

He slowly started to stroke himself through his pants, whimpering softly at the feeling. His boxers were already damp. Reaching for his phone, he searched for gay porn—watching guys fuck only made him hornier.

He quickly tugged his pants down to his ankles and kicked them off, then laid fully on his bed, ensuring his dripping pussy was facing the camera. Grabbing the vibrator, he turned it to a medium setting and pressed it against himself, his body shuddering from the stimulation.

He bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet. His roommate was home, and as far as he knew, they weren't supposed to know about his secret life. He preferred it that way.

Throwing his head back, he forced himself to keep watching the porn video on his phone while massaging himself with the vibrator. Fuck, he was so wet—his subscribers would love this.

Temporarily putting down the vibrator, he sat up and applied lube, not wanting to risk injury despite how wet he already was. Slipping the dildo inside himself, he let out a hitch in his breath before grabbing the vibrator again and pressing it against himself while riding the dildo.

The sensations were overwhelming but delicious—the feeling of the dildo inside him, the vibration against his clit, the sounds from his phone, the image of two guys fucking on screen. He rode faster, feeling that familiar heat building in his gut as his body tensed, ready for orgasm.

Then came a knock at his door, followed immediately by it opening. He gasped, instinctively throwing his phone away and trying to cover himself with his blanket.

Looking toward the door, he saw his roommate standing there. Embarrassment flooded him, but beneath it, a forbidden thrill stirred. His eyes darted to the camera, still recording, and a dangerous idea took hold. Wouldn't it be incredible to have an authentic video where his roommate caught him masturbating and joined in? His numbers would skyrocket.

"Ah... why didn't you wait before coming in?!" he asked, huffing with false annoyance despite the blush spreading across his cheeks. Getting caught was embarrassing enough, but what he was about to ask was even worse.

"Well, you're here now." He hesitated for a beat before deciding to go for it. "Wanna help me out? I wouldn't mind getting your fingers instead of my dildo..."