The upload sat blinking at 100%, waiting for me to confirm the transfer.

I bit my lip and replayed the opening for what had to be the hundredth time tonight.

”Hello guys, it’s QuietPixel.”

The 2D version of me smiled from the screen. I knew the video had come out perfect. I had scrubbed the background noise and trimmed the dead air. I sounded great, I looked great. 

And even better, Will’s cock looked awesome with my hands wrapped around it. The idiot had even managed to catch my chin with his last spurt.

Yeah, this was good stuff. I’d kind of turned myself on, so a guy ready to drop some serious money on a custom? He would definitely get his money’s worth.

Still, this felt like such a leap from my usual risqué photosets and flirty videos. What if Will was right? What if someone from work ever found it?

A faint snore from behind me broke the spiral. I turned to look at my roommate, passed out on my bed, hugging one of my pillows to his chest. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d found him exactly where I left him when I came back from washing his cum off my hands and the heavy makeup off my face. 

So much for keeping me company while I edited.

For a moment, I just watched him. The way his chest rose, the hair on his stomach catching the light. And of course his pantsless crotch, cock flabby against his belly.

I thought of his face when I’d first touched him, how his breath had hitched. That sealed it.

Heart thudding, I turned back to the screen and hit Send on the OnlyFans chat. 

Two hundred euros for some half-assed ASMR and a ten-minute handjob. Not bad at all.

I shut down the computer, tucked the camera and ring light back into their box, then glanced at him again. Sharing the bed felt too weird.

With a shrug, I tugged his pants off but pulled his boxers up to cover him. Couldn’t leave him like that. Finally, I slipped out to crash in his bed instead. Only fair.

===

I cursed Will’s too-firm mattress as I woke up, stretching my back until something cracked.

First instinct: grab my phone. Among the notifications was the message from PenisBackflip, our lavish benefactor. Four “droplet” emojis in a row.

I take it you like the video? :) I typed back, amused by the ridiculously horny exchange.

The only other important notification was from PayPal, to confirm I’d received the two hundred euros.

Relief hit first, then a wave of something less pleasant. A few months ago, I’d been an engineer working out of a lab with free snacks. Back then, the sum wouldn’t have meant much.

I stared at the screen a second longer, thumb hovering over it, wishing I’d saved more money. No way to tell where I’d end up by the time the pandemic wrapped up.

Even in the dark, Will’s room was overly neat. I found my hoodie on the floor, tugged it over my head, and barely got it past my bare stomach before reaching the door.

The scent of coffee reached me first, followed by the sound of morning cartoons. Will sat on the couch, mug in hand, his eyes flicking up at me.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hi,” he answered, blonde hair flopping around as his head whipped back onto the TV.

I let out a slow breath and walked into the kitchen. The coffee pot was still hot. I poured myself a cup. Out of view, I squared my shoulders.

“Gonna be all awkward around me now?” I called over my shoulder, voice even, nudging the fridge open with my knee.

No answer. Figures.

I grabbed a yogurt, a spoon, and headed back to the living room. Will sat dead center on the couch, leaving me the armchair like we were guests at a polite brunch. I wasn’t about to let a bit of handjob ruin a perfectly good friendship. I had to nip this in the bud.

I stopped in front of him. When he didn’t move, I cleared my throat and tilted my head toward the empty space beside him. He got it eventually and scooted over some.

It all felt weirdly domestic, sharing coffee and breakfast with the guy I’d jerked off in my bed a few hours ago. But this was Will. 

“Are we cool?” I asked, trying not to sound too blunt.

He finally met my gaze, taking his sweet time to answer. It made me a little nervous.

Even flustered, he still had that sharp jaw and stupidly blue eyes. Which made it a mystery why he never brought a girl home after he and Miss Piggy broke up. Still, the walls were thin enough to know he wasn’t exactly inexperienced.

“Yeah, sure,” he shrugged, not quite selling it. “No big deal.” He paused. “You let me sleep in your bed?”

I chuckled. 

“You looked so tuckered out, I didn’t have the heart to wake you. So I swapped beds. And hey, actually washing your sheets puts you way ahead of most guys I’ve hooked up with.”

He winced. Great. Very smooth Lucy.

“Anyway,” I said after a spoonful of strawberry yogurt, “I sent the video. Got paid too, so there’s that.”

I reached for my phone, eager to share the feedback our little performance had received. That had to get a laugh out of him. But there was a new message from PenisBackflip.

“Oh,” I let out, surprised.

“What?”

I hesitated, already calculating how to spin it.

“So, the guy who bought the video. He already paid right?”

Will nodded slowly. “Right…”

“Well, now he’s saying I could put it up as a PPV too. If I want.”

“What does that mean?” he asked, frowning.

“Pay-Per-View. Basically, my other subscribers could buy the video too. I’d have to lower the price. By a lot obviously.”

“That’d mean making the video public?”

There was no mistaking the worry on his face.

“Not really.” I resisted the urge to grab his hand. No point crowding him, and it’d feel grossly manipulative. “I’d have to put together a short preview, but it’d still be behind my OnlyFans subscription, and then an extra paywall on top of that.”

“That’s still your face and my cock on the internet.”

A pang of shame ran through me. Hated that feeling. I pulled my legs up on the couch, folding them under me, seeking some warmth.

“We don’t have to,” I said, trying to sound calm. “And we don’t need to talk about it right now either. Just… think about it, okay? I could really use the money.”

Will grunted, shrugged, and went back to munching on his toast.

“Good.” I smiled and sank deeper into the couch, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. “Right now I just wanna watch cartoons with my lockdown buddy.”

===

I was walking down the fresh produce aisle of the grocery store, mask wrapped around my face, when my phone buzzed in my hand. 

There was a single Discord ping from… PenisBackflip. 

After the sum he’d splurged on me, I felt like I owed him a more personalized way to reach me. And so far, he hadn’t abused his friend list privilege, keeping his communication sparse and on the fun side of creepy.

PenisBackflip: you should check this out :/

It was a Reddit link, and I tapped it without really thinking.

Right there, under the grocery store’s cold lights, the short video started playing. That unmistakable squelching sound of my hand sliding up and down Will’s cock, echoing down the aisle.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Will had eventually agreed to post the video as a Pay-Per-View. But I’d been so anxious, I hadn’t dared to check how it was doing.

And now someone had clipped the sluttiest part and dumped it on a public site. 

Heart pounding, I muted the sound and glanced around. An old lady, hand frozen above a patch of green lettuce, was watching me over her cart, eyebrows raised. Fuck me.

There were hundreds of comments. Hundreds. Will was going to kill me. 

On the plus side, people were loving the clip.

QuietPixel: wtf??? did u do that?

The three dots popped up immediately.

PenisBackflip: nah, must be one of your new fans. reddits blowing up your OF btw, congrats

My fingers were shaking, but I managed to open my browser and type the URL of my OnlyFans page. 

He was right. My follower count had exploded, and I’d reached almost a hundred paying subs. That would come up to right about a thousand euros a month. The video with Will was selling like hotcakes.

“Fuck me,” I breathed.

“Everything okay?” asked the older lady, appearing next to me, voice muffled by a homemade mask.

Startled, I pressed my phone flat against my chest. 

“Spam callers,” I said with an eye roll. “So annoying.”

My heart was still hammering as I rushed home, nearly forgetting to pay for the groceries stuffed in my canvas bag. The chilly air outside barely touched me.

Will was cleaning up the living room in a ratty T-shirt and too-short shorts. Was the man ever cold?

“Something happen?” he asked, worried, switching off the vacuum as I caught my breath.

“Promise you won’t get mad.”

I crossed the room before I could lose my nerve, holding my phone out.

“What am I looking at…” he started, then stopped before his entire face dropped.

“So,” I said carefully, “someone posted a clip of our video on Reddit.”

He smelled faintly of bleach. Still, I leaned close enough to see over his shoulder, pretending I wasn’t shaking.

“Also,” I added, forcing a small laugh, “it’s kind of blowing up. Like, making-us-big-money blowing up.”

But Will didn’t really answer. Without his glasses, he had to bring the screen closer, but I could see him scroll through the endless sea of reactions, as if he was stunned.

“Turns out people really like your cock.”

He finally snorted, a short exhale through his nose.

“How many comments are there?” he asked, sounding surprisingly amused. “Also, I think they’d rather see your tits.”

At this point, I was desperately trying to catch any branch. I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not, but I could feel the knot in my stomach unraveling at his unexpectedly tame reaction.

“Gotta keep the goodies for the real hard times,” I chuckled. 

For a while, we just both read comment after comment as he scrolled down the page.

Used to watch her youtube stuff, didn’t know she was such a slut.

nice cock

anyone know here name?

I’m so jealous of this guy!

she just gained a new subscriber

Wish she’d just go topless :(

The way some of you guys are talking about another man’s cock should really make you rethink your sexuality…

That last one lit a full-on flame war. 

But a certain type of comment started popping up again and again.

he needs to shave, too much hair

trim the bush, bro

looks like a forest down there

“They really hate your pubes,” I said, not sure whether Will’s calm or everyone’s fixation on that one detail surprised me more.

“These guys watch too much porn,” he said, meeting my eyes with a grin that flickered out fast. ”What?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “Nothing.”

“Come on,” he pressed. “Don’t tell me you agree with the gooners.”

“I mean…” I hesitated, already regretting it. “You don’t need to shave-shave, but maybe a little trim wouldn’t hurt.”

“Never had any complaints.”

I sat on the couch, leaving a mildly miffed Will, his hands on his hips, looking down at me.

“Yeah, but you were way out of your ex’s league,” I said, my eyes still glued to the phone. “No wonder she didn’t complain. This, on the other hand, is a gold mine. A free focus-group.”

He let out a loud exhale.

“Well, gee, thanks for the scoop.”

I grabbed Will’s arm before he could walk away, something in his voice making me worry I’d actually hurt his feelings.

“Don’t take it like that,” I said, pulling him to the couch with me. He relented, plopping down next to me, doing his best to avoid my eyes. “You know I’m just teasing you, right?”

He grumbled something to himself.

I nudged his knee with mine. “Besides. If it’s really bugging you, I could give you a little pornstar makeover. We gotta shoot something new soon anyway.”

“We have to?” He chuckled.

“I mean, yeah, gotta keep the momentum going. We’re standing on the precipice of some real money here.”

“I thought this was a one-and-done.” He eyed me down. “I don’t want things to get even more awkward.”

“In my books, shaving your privates is a step below jerking you off. One of those you can actually pay someone to do without getting arrested.”

That pulled a laugh out of him. A real one. I felt some dumb pride.

“Same deal as last time then,” he said. “No face, and we split the money.”

I scanned Will’s expression for a second. He seemed almost eager, like his competitive streak was waking up. That was all the opening I needed.

“Well,” I said lightly, “I was thinking of changing things up. We could try a livestream instead of another video. See how many of my new fans we can get to show up on short notice…”

===

I gave myself a final once-over in the mirror.

The ponytail worked. The makeup worked even better. If a coworker ever stumbled across whatever Will and I were about to shoot, I bet they wouldn’t recognize me under the thick eyeliner and layers of blush.

The black bikini top I’d managed to squeeze in was on the verge of surrender, my breasts spilling out in every direction, exactly like I wanted. Only a generous amount of double-sided tape kept it flush over my nipples.

I’d skipped lunch again so my stomach would look flat on camera. Probably not great. The beginning of an eating disorder? Future-Lucy could deal with that mess. 

The towel around my hips stayed over the black thong. I wasn’t ready to parade around the apartment with my ass out just yet.

I snapped a quick selfie in the mirror.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I called, pushing the bathroom door open.

A few seconds later, Will bumped his way in, my laptop wedged under his arm, and my desk chair scraping behind him.

“You got everything?” I asked, pretending not to notice his surreptitious staring and the way his cheeks flushed. Looked like the outfit was doing its job.

“That’s,” he cleared his throat. “That’s… very revealing.”

“Relax, Mom, we’re doing porn, remember? And I’m keeping the important bits covered, now help me set up.”

My brilliant plan was to cram both of us into the tiny bathtub. I’d be tight, but it should work. I shut the toilet lid and set the mic’s tripod on top of it. We squeezed the desk chair between the toilet and the sink, balancing the laptop where I could see the chat once we went live. 

“What about the camera?” Will asked.

“We’re using my phone. Actually, you’re using it. Easier that way, and I’m not risking the real camera around running water.”

I logged into my OnlyFans account, sent out a quick announcement tweet with the selfie attached, and paired the streaming app with my phone.

“Ready?” I perked up, grabbing supplies.

“Sure.” He shrugged, standing in the middle of the bathroom, still in his shorts and T-shirt.

I couldn’t resist the urge to tease him.

“Gonna need some help pulling those pants down, big boy?” I asked, loosening the towel’s knot around my hips and letting it glide down my legs.

“Yeah, right…” Will muttered, stiff as a board, as he bent over and peeled off his shorts and underwear in one clumsy motion. 

He straightened and froze, hands locked over his crotch. 

“I already saw everything there is to see,” I sighed. He was impossible. “And I’m not a big fan of the Winnie the Pooh look.”

That did it. Without saying a word, he dropped his hands and hooked them under the hem of his T-shirt. My eyes went straight to his cock, to the nest of blonde hair I’d be “fixing” later, then back up as he dragged the fabric higher. I’d caught hints of his chest during our first session, but it was my first time seeing it in its… distracting entirety.

I was so focused on it that I didn’t even see the shirt coming until it smacked me in the face.

“Let’s get to work,” Will said, suddenly all business as he brushed past me and stepped into the bathtub, completely naked.

“Asshole.” I couldn’t keep the grin off my face.

I held out my hand, and he helped me step over the side of the bathtub. 

“Where do you want me?” he asked, and yeah, maybe we should’ve figured that out before cramming into the world’s smallest tub. I was almost pressed against him. I could feel the heat of his bare skin on mine.

“Back against the wall,” I said, pointing. “Here, take my phone.”

I knelt on the ceramic bottom and scooted over until my head was level with his crotch.

“You can start recording. I’ll warn you before I turn on the stream.”

A few seconds later, the feed popped up on the laptop, delayed just enough to be annoying.

I looked tiny, kneeling below the objective, my cleavage right at the center of the frame. His cock, on the other hand, looked huge, distorted by the edge of the lens. My subscribers were going to eat this up.

“Be careful to keep the phone pointing down, to make sure your face is never in frame.”

He nodded, scrolling through camera modes, shifting his weight.

“And for the sound?” he asked once he settled on one. “Can we cut it if I need to talk?”

“Yeah, but it’s coming from this mic.” I tapped the pop filter of the microphone we’d balanced on the toilet lid. “So I gotta mute it on the laptop. Just wave or something if you’re that worried.”

Without really thinking, I patted his thigh, resting a hand on the side of his leg. 

“All set?” I asked, catching the quick shiver that ran up his body.

“All set,” he agreed.

I pressed the Go Live button and the bathroom fell silent for a while.

Anxiously, I watched the viewer count sit at zero. I bit my lip, fearing I’d overestimated my audience. My stomach clenched until the first name appeared. Then another. Then a few more, before they started to pour in.

PenisBackflip: Secret livestream? Awesome

I let out the breath that was stuck in my chest when I recognized the name of my favorite pervert. 

“Hi guys, it’s QuietPixel,” I said in my perkiest ASMR-girl voice, staring straight up at the camera. “I have a quick little improvised stream with my lovely subject again.”

I smiled and slid a wink toward Will over the edge of the phone.

“The plan for today is to deal with this.” I brushed my fingertips through his unkempt pubes.  “We’re taking your feedback seriously, so the bush’s gotta go.” 

He held still as I played with his hair, making sure not to touch anything sensitive, for now. His cock didn’t get the memo and twitched anyway. I had to swallow a laugh.

“I also want to hang out with the people in chat, so feel free to spam away. I’ll make sure to answer any donation, of course. A girl's gotta eat.”

For a second, I just gauged the situation down there. Will was definitely a real blonde, way less hairy than me that one year in college when I went natural. But yeah, he’d definitely let things go a little feral.

I grabbed the scissors I’d prepped and gently pinched a first clump between my fingers, snipping it shorter. I dragged out the metallic click of the blades, letting each little hair give out a cutting sound to the mic.

Will’s face was mostly hidden behind my phone, held as steady as he could manage. I kept sneaking glances at him anyway, trying to catch any hint of what this was doing to him.

Carefully, I worked my way through most of the longer strands. His hips bucked ever so slightly when I tugged at the few hairs growing on his balls, which hung low in the humid warmth of the bathroom.

A little pile of discarded blonde tufts was starting to form at the bottom of the tub, when a loud sound from the laptop made me jump.

Right. Chat. Kind of important.

I glanced over at the screen and… oh.

“For five euros, loverboy94 asks: What it would take to become your subject?” I announced, more than happy to indulge him. “Well, loverboy, you should get in touch with my landlord, see if we can fit one more person in here.”

Will’s laughter pulled my eyes to his stomach. Its sculpted contour caught all sorts of lights as it tightened.

“Okay, now that we’ve cleared the jungle, we’re ready for the actual shave.”

I reached between his knees for the shower head, wrapped around the faucet. Starting with a trickle so it wouldn’t drown out the mic, I aimed it at my hand until the temperature settled into a warm, gentle stream. 

Maintaining eye contact with the camera, and hopefully, Will, I ran the water up the inside of his leg. With slow strokes, I rinsed away the loose hair.

“The warmth is going to help relax our subject’s skin,” I explained, gliding the pad of my fingers over the freshly trimmed hair. Like a good little professional, I kept my hand well away from his cock. “Wouldn’t want ugly razor bumps all over the place.”

A few seconds later, Will shot me a frantic little wave. I wiped my hand on a dry patch of my thigh and reached for the keyboard.

“We’re muted, everything okay?”

He lowered the phone, his face finally visible, though he wasn’t looking at me, kneeling between his knees.

“I… I’m getting an erection.” He half-whispered, half-hissed despite the microphone being off.

“No way,” I teased. “How on earth could that be happening right now?”

“Shut up,” he said, his blush undermining his strong words.

“Relax, I’m not an actual beautician. You’re allowed to show your appreciation.”

Was he really that clueless? He had to see the effect the situation was having on me too.

“I guess... “ He shook his head. “Also, I thought this was just a trim. Have you ever shaved balls before?”

“Can’t be harder than shaving my knees…” I did not mention the YouTube tutorials I’d binged all afternoon.

He sighed. “Well, there you go. Erection’s gone.”

It absolutely wasn’t. I opened my mouth to point that out, but a loud ding from the laptop cut me off. I unmuted the stream.

“Sixty kronor from 6FEET_ENJOYER9 who says…”

I squinted at the line, reading it twice to make sure I wasn’t having a stroke.

“Unmute microphone no secret memes… Also show grippers? Uh, thanks, feet enjoyer. Not super sure what any of that means.”

Will snorted above my head. I ignored him.

“Anyway, guys, sorry about that little interruption. Someone was getting camera shy.”

I tapped the side of his half-chub, letting it wobble in front of my face, then reached for the shaving cream. 

The can made a really satisfying rattle when I shook it. An even better sound when I squeezed out a generous amount and started lathering it around Will’s crotch. 

I pinned the showerhead with my knees to keep it steady, angling the warm trickle so I could rinse the razor between strokes. A thin line of hot water slid between my legs, inching ever slower until it lapped at my bikini bottoms. I squeezed my thighs together, making myself squirm.

There was no pretending I wasn’t all over him now. I had to nudge his cock aside to shave the base. Lift his balls to reach the crease of his legs. Every time I glanced up and flashed the camera a flirty little smile, his knuckles turned whiter around the edge of the phone. 

With every stroke, I got a little bolder. Both hands working, fingers pulling his skin tight against the movement of the blade. Somehow, it felt way more intimate than the straightforward handjob from our first video.

“Onto the tricky bits now,” I said brightly. “If the stream cuts out of nowhere, spare a thought for my poor subject’s scrotum.”

Delicately, I pinched the bottom of his balls, tugging until the skin smoothed out. He sucked in a sharp breath. I held mine and ran the razor over the few stubborn hairs growing there. 

I only nicked him once, pressing my finger on the tiny cut until he stopped hissing. Big baby. Although chat seemed to agree with him, sending out a copious amount of supportive emotes.

It broke my heart to let go of the showerhead pinned between my sticky thighs, but I had to rinse Will off. With all the care in the world, I ran hot water all over his groin again, discarding the last of the shaving foam and pale hairs.

“Alright, almost done. You guys line up your last donos while I put some aloe on our boy.”

I tried to dry my hands, then unscrewed the lid of the metallic pot I set aside. It smelled a little musky, a little sharp. The gel inside squished under my fingers.

This time, I didn’t even try to avoid anything. I rubbed the scented goo everywhere I could reach. I went wide, up along the top of his thighs, between his legs, over his taint, circling back to the root of his shaft, even handling his balls to cover them too.

Will’s cock throbbed in the air, right in front of my eyes. I glanced up, and he ducked behind the phone again. Probably for the best. If he actually met my eyes right now, I wasn’t sure how steady my hands would stay.

The laptop chimed once more.

“Five euros from PenisBackflip…” I started reading before stopping myself. Screw it. “How much for you to finish the poor guy…”

In a flash, I muted the stream.

“Are you up for it?” I asked, worried I was pushing him too far.

Will’s only answer was a grunt, cut by yet another chime.

PenisBackflip donated 100€: That should do it :P

Oh shit. For a second, all I saw was the number.

There was no need to read the reaction out loud. The chat went wild, people spamming emotes, thanking my patron, wishing they could be Will. One or two lost chatters were calling me names for some reason.

I turned the mic back on, plastering a teasing smirk on my face.

“Okay, loves,” I said in the sweetest tone possible. “You should really be thanking your hero PenisBackflip. Enjoy the rest of the show, I’ll go offline as soon as my friend here pops.”

Will almost thrust his cock in my face when I turned back to him, the prospect of an orgasm overriding whatever stick he had up his ass. Good.

I pulled a big glob of aloe in my palm, then grabbed his deliciously hard shaft. 

He’d felt so much less imposing when I had him lying in my bed. Here, kneeling half-naked at his feet really emphasized the size difference between us. Even his cock looked bigger, a result of the shave, or more likely, being shoved in my face.

I began stroking, he wouldn’t need long.

It felt a little silly jerking him off in that position, I could just as easily take him in my mouth. I knew we’d probably both enjoy that a lot more. Though it’d be harder to go back to normal after, Will had been awkward enough the last time. 

My hand rolled over his length generously lubricated by the scented goo. I’d stop around his head and twist my wrist, pulling shivers out of him. Will breathed hard above me, and I finally risked looking up again.

His blue eyes were on me, like just watching through the phone’s screen was not enough anymore. 

I smiled at him, and without really thinking, landed a faint peck on the very tip of his cock.

Will moaned. An actual moan. 

“Oh my God, what was that?” I marvelled, barely believing my effect on him.

His stomach was clenched, eyes closed. But I couldn’t resist. I leaned to plant another kiss, letting my tongue run over the sensitive slit of his head.

I pulled back and beamed up at him. Then, I felt his cock pulse between my hands.

His first spurt hit me right in the eye. I closed my lids shut. The next one landed on my nose, some of it going up my nostril.

Disoriented and half-blind, I acted on instinct and aimed his cock at my mouth. Anything to contain the out-of-control ejaculation. My roommate’s cum soon coated my tongue and palate.

Will’s orgasm subsided, ending in a couple weak gushes that I felt landing on my chest.

For a few seconds, his release overwhelmed my senses. He had to have a better diet than I thought, because I didn’t really mind either his taste or scent.

Then my one good eye landed on the laptop. I pulled my hand from his softening shaft to cut the stream, then looked up to find Will staring at me, cell phone lowered to his side.

I swallowed as quickly as possible. 

“Maybe a little heads up next time?” I said, putting on a brave, if cum-covered, face.

“Jesus, Lucy. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

He bent over, reaching for something.

“Relax, it’s just cum,” I chuckled, delighted at his genuine worry. “Now, can you get my stuff back to my room? I really need a shower.”

“Are you sure? I can help clean your face…”

“I’m a big girl.”

I patted his butt, smiling at him with one eye closed under the cum.

Still completely naked, Will sheepishly gathered my electronics. He shot me one last questioning glance before closing the bathroom door behind him.

An instant later, and I had the showerhead right back between my thighs, nozzle pressed against my crotch. I cranked up the water and temperature, with only my bikini’s lycra to dull the strength of the jets.

The realization of what I’d just done live, on-camera, hit me. 

I doubled over in pleasure, one hand pressed against the tiled wall. Kneeling in the bathtub, face covered in him, I slipped the other hand inside my bottoms to help the warm liquid pressure do its thing.

A strange thought popped into my head as I reached a silent orgasm: I really wished I hadn’t swallowed his load so early.