Ellis

With an involuntary groan, Ellis starts to climax. Long experience has taught him at which angle he should hold his dick for the best visual effect, so that the jets of cum hit his body just so and leave glistening trails on his upper body. Sometimes, after a particularly long session, his cum shoots all the way up to his face; he tries to aim for the bandana, but on several occasion he's managed to hit himself in the eye. Not that his viewers ever seemed to mind that, or even notice it.

As his balls spasm and push out the last of his seed, Ellis glances at some of the messages streaming by on the screen.

WOW!!!

Oh yeah bby cum for me

mmm I wanna see you eat that cum

Yeah, yeah, yeah. He suppresses a sigh and unceremoniously disconnects the webcam. The bandana comes off next. Ellis takes a deep breath; he hates how the bandana makes his face all sweaty, how it makes his stubble even more itchy. He's tried masks a few time -- both regular cloth and latex -- but they felt too constraining. And anyway, his "fans" seem to prefer to see his eyes, at least.

Ellis rummages in a drawer, fishing out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, lights one up. He would kill for some weed right now. Probably for the best he doesn't have any, though; his shift starts in a couple of hours. He takes a drag from his cigarette and absentmindedly scratches at his pubis. The trails of cum are already getting dry and sticky, clotting his pubic hair together, but that's okay. There's still time for a shower later.

Why did he send that message? He always sticks to his three rules: one, don't let them see your face. Two, get as many viewers as possible, for as long as possible -- many guys on the site pay by the minute, and Ellis gets fifteen cents on the dollar. And three: don't respond to the messages. He's on the website to make a quick buck, not to make friends.

Not only that, but the one time he breaks his rule, the other guy goes offline not five seconds later. Rude. The odd thing is, Ellis recognised the guy's username, roo99. This "Roo" is almost always watching when Ellis performs; one of Ellis' first viewers, "Roo" is probably responsible for a good chunk of the money Ellis made while camming on the site.

Ellis stubs out his cigarette. Ah well. Lesson learned. Don't trust any of the sleazy guys on this site; they're only here to watch you jerk off. Still, it stings. Why do all men have to be dogs? He's never interacted with this "Roo" guy -- until today, that is -- but he'd gotten... accustomed to him. Another reason to never respond to any of the guys on the site, he guesses. They can't disappoint you if you never talk to them.

He pads into the shower, lets the lukewarm water run over his body. Picks at the dried cum on his stomach, his mind miles away.

Truth is, he likes showing off in front of a webcam. The money is nice -- if it was any nicer, he could probably give up his job at the Cupid -- and it goes a long way towards paying rent. But it turns him on to feel wanted, to know he's responsible for a complete stranger's excitement, for their orgasms.

What he doesn't like is guys. Sure, he likes to have sex with them (mostly, there's always exceptions). Not a big fan of being ghosted, though, or of being treated like a walking dildo. Most dudes assume he's dumb, because of the way Ellis looks and because of his bartending job, and never mind he's taking up 15 credits in community college this semester. One time, a guy Ellis was dating -- and quite liked -- found out about the webcam site and called Ellis a whore, insinuating that was what Ellis really did at the Cupid instead of bartending.

Ellis hasn't really dated anyone since that conversation, three months previous. Well, he's had a few one-night stands, but those don't really count...

He shakes his head, clears those thoughts away. He's been wool-gathering, almost feeling sorry for himself over guys who aren't worth his attention anyway. What a waste of time. And water.

He steps out of the shower, towels himself off, and gets ready to leave for work.