Frank was bored and lonely. Ever since Bob left him six months ago, he'd been drinking a bit too much and spending lots of money on things he didn't really need. Of course, being a multi-billionaire with his own record label, clothing line and half dozen branded tattoo shops, it wasn't like he was going to run out of cash any time soon, but he was still wasting it, and it wasn't making him any happier.

After a long day of boring meetings and pointless phone calls, all he really wanted to do was cuddle up with someone special, eat Chinese food, watch crappy TV, then go to bed...that's not too much to ask, is it?

But there was no one special, not since Bob, and Frank refused to indulge in one night stands just so he could have a warm body to hold as he fell asleep at night.

Sighing and putting his sweet and sour veggies to one side, he stood up and went into his office. Maybe Bob had emailed him today...probably not. Frank sat down at his computer...state of the art, of course...and typed in his password- LONELYWITHOUTYOU2018, then checked his inbox. 39 new messages!...Frank groaned as he skimmed his eyes down the list and realised that every single one was business related. Nothing from Bob then.

With the weekend ahead of him, Frank decided that the emails could wait and clicked out of G-Mail. He started a random search- Cute guys near me...what could it hurt?

A list of dating sites, porn sites and handyman sites came up on his screen and Frank nearly shut down his computer and called it a night...but then one caught his eye. The site was called "Cum as you are", and proclaimed to have "the best talent in Jersey".

"Why not."

Frank murmured as he clicked the link.

---

Gerard, or Party Poison as his clients knew him, was applying his last coat of lip gloss, getting ready for tonight's show. He was wearing his favorite light blue silk panties, as well as the white thigh highs with bows at the top which matched the material of his underwear. He picked out one of his rubber, jelly like dildos, placing it on his bed. He did like his glass one more, as he thought it was much prettier and more expensive looking than his rubber toys, but the glass ones weren't as flexible, so he usually preferred to use the rubber ones while he was camming.

Gerard hadn't particularly wanted to film himself masturbating in front of (usually) seedy old men, but seeing as his once wealthy family had gotten into extreme financial trouble, he had to pay his own tuition fees, rent and all the rest. He had tried to get an actual job, but he couldn't find anything, nothing at all...that's when he discovered camming.

His shows had started off small, only a few people tipping which did knock his confidence slightly, but it wasn't like that for long though, as soon his numbers of viewers and tippers had gone up. He even did private shows for some of his clients, which earned him even more tips. Some quite decent sums of money would go into his bank account by the end of the week, which not only made sure he had enough money to pay for everything, but sometimes allowed him to buy nicer outfits and more toys.

Now, he had been doing his regular hour long shows for nearly six months, and had gained a loyal audience who all tipped quite generously, though currently he was a little low on funds as he'd been ill and unable to perform for a couple weeks...but he was better now.

Gerard checked his make up and hair one last time, smiling at his finished look. He was ready. His webcam was set up and he had already logged onto his website of choice.

He sat on his bed and clicked the "Start show" button, smiling as his viewers went from 0 to 60 extremely quickly, then slowly continued to creep up few the next few minutes. He was ready to begin.

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Frank saw a couple of dozen images on his screen...pretty young men in provocative poses, all vying for his attention. At first nothing really caught his eye, then he saw that there was a second page of choices, and that was when he spotted the boy with the flame-red hair. The information bar below the image said that he was called Party Poison, and that he was "Just waiting to be filled up!"

Frank almost choked on his tongue when he read that, but recovered quickly and clicked into the boy's live feed.

"Hello my lovelies..."

Party purred into his camera, his eyelashes fluttering as he smiled and licked his lips, cherry flavour tickling his tastebuds.

"I hope you're all ready for the show, as I've been looking forward to this all..."

He licked his fingertip.

"...day..."

He moved his finger down to his chest.

"...long."

He started to trail his moist finger down his bare, pale chest, bedroom eyes locked onto the camera.

Frank swallowed hard as he leaned forward slightly in his chair, already feeling his pants start to tighten. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be a complete loss after all.

Party slipped his hand down lower.

"Now..."

He began, as his fingertips traced along the top lacy edge of his panties.

"I know most of you already know how this works..."

He winked.

"But for those who don't, I'll explain..."

He smirked as his finger slipped under the edge of the fabric, teasing the head of his already rock hard dick.

"I could quite happily sit here and chat to you all about my boring day...or you could send me a little present, and ask me to do something..."

His eyes flicked to the right slightly, and his smile spread.

"Now that's more like it!...hi there Dean in Belleville...thank you for your gift and yes, I'd love to suck on my fingers and pretend it's your big, fat...cock..."

Party grinned and moved the hand that wasn't stroking his slit, up to his lips and slipped two fingers between them, a soft moan escaping as he started to suck them and lavish them with his saliva.

"Tastes good...wish it was your cock, baby..."

He hummed around his digits. He smiled as another message came in, then another and another. Just playing the tip of his tongue around the tips of his fingers, he mentally put the requests into order, and dismissed one that he'd tried before and found to be anatomically impossible.

"Lucas in New York...long time no see babe. Of course I'll remove my panties for you sweetie..."

Frank had removed his pants, shirt and boxers, and taken this over to his bed. He was sat with his back to the headboard, his laptop beside him, his legs spread out wide in front of him and his hand wrapped loosely around his cock. He was stroking himself slowly, not wanting to cum too quickly. This beautiful flame-haired boy was taking his time and would likely be on for a while, so Frank wanted to copy his pace and cum when he did.

Party was now just wearing his white thigh highs, and was moving onto the next request.

"You want me to put on my brand new, sparky pink, vibrating cock ring?...as you wish honey..."

He slipped the rubber ring into place and turned it on to a low setting, the buzz, almost inaudible as the soft vibrations hummed against his balls.

"Oh God that feels good!...thank you Brian in Newark..."

Party enjoyed the sensation for a minute, one hand sliding into his hair while the other played with his nipples. After a couple of minutes, he brought his mind back to the show and looked at his list of requests. There were nearly a dozen now and it was a little daunting, but he looked through them, dismissing two and rearranging the others into an order that would work better.

"Ok...so Billy in Chicago would like me to finger myself for a while...I wasn't aware that Chicago could receive this, but I'm not complaining and I think Billy had a great idea..."

Party moved his hand out of his hair, quickly sucked on his fingertips for a moment, then slid his hand down between his legs and to his tight pink hole.

He was sat in much the same position as Frank was, but his laptop was sitting between his legs now. Slowly he pushed the tip of his index finger inside, his mouth dropping open as he pushed in further.

"F-fantastic idea Billy!"

His head dropped back as he slid his finger in and out of himself, whimpers and moans escaping his plump pink lips.

Frank bit his lip and had to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from coming at the sight.

"Oh God!..."

He groaned.

"What I wouldn't give to be that finger right now."

Party slipped his middle finger in beside his index and started to fuck himself with them.

"S-stellar idea!..."

Catching his breath, he looked at the list.

"Oh Pete...you naughty, naughty boy..."

He removed his fingers with a little whine and reached out for his big pink dildo, and his new bottle of apricot flavoured sex gel. Popping the cap on the gel, he squirted a drop onto his finger then licked it off slowly with a moan and a smirk to camera.

"Yum..."

Then he squirted more onto the dildo and spread it over the length with his hand, stroking it obscenely as he shuffled slightly to get into a better position. This was very daunting, as the dildo was his biggest so far and he hadn't tried it out yet. Making eye contact with the camera, he pressed the tip of the dildo into his entrance, his breath hitching at the stretch. It's not that he wasn't used to it, but having a 10 inch rubber dildo with a girth of 9.5 inches pushed up your ass...well...your eyes are bound to water just a little bit.

Keeping his face and body as relaxed as he could, Party pushed through the pain and slid the dildo in until it bottomed out. He panted, his eyes closed...had he pushed himself too far...too fast?

Frank paused what he was doing, seeing a flash of fear on the red-head's pretty face. Letting go of his cock, Frank leaned over to his laptop and typed a message, sending a gift of $1000. He didn't know the going rate for this kind of thing, but he felt confident that his message would get noticed.

When Party caught his breath a little, feeling tears in his eyes that he didn't want to fall, he thought seriously about aborting tonight's session as the pain he was feeling was just that bit too much, and "Pete" had wanted him to fuck himself with that monstrosity, not just sit there with it up his ass.

Breathing shakily, he opened his eyes and looked at the screen. There were several new messages, most made him feel kinda sick right now, but there was one that caught his attention. Party smiled as a tear escaped to roll down his lightly glittered cheek.

"Well..."

He breathed shakily.

"...we appear to have a n-newcomer on tonight...hello Frank..."

He didn't say where Frank was from, as situations like this could cause tension and rivalries between viewers, and he didn't want that.

"My new friend Frank has sent me a very nice gift, and asked if I would use a smaller toy as this one looks really painful..."

Party slowly, and with a degree of discomfort, removed the monster dildo and sighed slightly in relief as his ass puckered in thanks.

"It would be a pleasure Frank..."

He purred, putting the monster out of sight and picking up a much more manageable 8 inch purple cock, with a girth of no more than 6 inches.

"Is this acceptable?..."

Smiling into the camera, Party lay back and lubed up the "purple prince" (that Gerard would secretly always call "Frank" from now on), then slowly pushed it inside. He moaned in delight as he accidentally brushed his prostate.

"Oh Frank..."

He started to slowly thrust the dildo in and out, grinding down on it as his eyes rolled back.

"So good Frankie."

Frank's hand quickened on his cock as he bucked up, eyes still trained on the beauty on the screen.

Party couldn't care less about the other requests now...this felt too good and he just wanted to keep going, but he looked anyway and there were still several requests for him to use other toys, including a message from "Pete", demanding that he go back to the monster as he felt that he hadn't got his money's worth. Biting his lip, Party whined and kept fucking himself with the toy.

Frank was getting close now and he could see by the way that Party Poison was writhing, and by the delicious noises he was making that he was too. Reaching out with his spare hand, Frank typed a message and pressed send.

Party looked again at the screen...more requests, some crudely violent threats from "Pete"...and a new message from Frank. Party smiled at the message, and the gift of another $1000.

"Thank you Frank, for once again knowing just what this Jersey Girl wants."

He winked at the screen as his hand moved down and removed the cock ring, a gasp of pleasure slipping from his lips.

Frank grinned and sent another message, and laughed slightly when he saw the boy's eyes go wide.

Party nearly screamed with excitement as he read the message, and saw the $5000 gift...he could finally get up to date with his rent, buy himself some new everyday clothes and even get some canvases and paints. This was the best session he'd ever had, and it was mostly down to Frank. Wrapping his long, slim fingers around his length, he started to stroke himself quickly, while he continued to fuck himself with the dildo.

Frank sent one last message.

Party saw it come up and nodded, unable to talk at this point. He doubled his efforts, gasping and panting as he felt his insides tighten.

Frank was right there with him, jerking his cock as hard as he could, willing the boy to cum.

Party felt himself tumble over the edge.

"OH YES!!...FRAAANK!!"

He screamed, cumming hard over his hand and stomach and collapsing back on his bed in a panting, sticky mess...a huge satisfied grin on his face.

Frank tugged twice more on his cock before he too was cumming all over himself.

Party licked his hand while winking at the screen.

"Well, that was fun!..."

He smirked.

"I look forward to doing it again real soon..."

He leaned forward and sent a message back to Frank, then addressed his viewers again.

"Til next time, my lovelies."

And then he signed off and flopped back on his bed, exhausted but more satisfied and happier than he'd been in a long time.

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Frank returned from cleaning himself up in the bathroom to see a personal message in his inbox. Opening it, he was surprised to see who it was from.


To Frank in Bellevile,

From Party Poison, also in Belleville.

You made my night, tonight. You just stopped me from becoming homeless!...thank you!

Btw...you also helped me to have the best orgasm I've had in ages, so again...thank you!

Hope to see you on here again soon.

Yours, P.P

X


Frank grinned, but it slipped when he realised that there wasn't a return address. If he wanted to see Party again, he would have to do it through the site.

He guessed he could work with that...for now.

Closing down his laptop, Frank crawled into bed and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he was drifting off to sleep and a certain red haired siren went dancing through his dreams.

Notes

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