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My Roommate Romeo First Times 1 Billie Bloom My Roommate Romeo Copyright © 2022 Billie Bloom All rights reserved Billiebloomromance.com Edited by Ann Attwood Beta reading by LesCourt Cover art by Angela Haddon Cover photo by Wander Aguiar This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this e-book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you’re reading this e-book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author. Without limiting the rights under the copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the above author of this book. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Synopsis Putting solo videos online was the perfect solution to Hudson’s need to be seen problem… that is, until his new roomie Dayton found the videos. But now Hudson thinks he might want Dayton to watch … Dayton’s game. Hell, he’ll master the art of not blinking if Hudson thinks he needs an audience. But this plan has ‘terrible idea’ written all over it… 1 Hudson FOUR YEARS AGO This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done in my eighteen-plus years of existence, but I’m desperate for a solution to my problem, so here I am. I mean, if I can’t be loved for real, might as well be virtually adored. Holding my breath, I press the button to trigger the upload. In a few short seconds my video is live. My first video. I’m now an Only Fans creator, Romeo Twunk. What the fuck am I doing? My dad will disown me if he finds out. My heart thumps while the sense of impending doom rakes through me. For a split second, I consider deleting it before anyone sees it, but just as quickly as the feeling comes, there are ten views and counting. Okay, yes… that’s what I wanted. Blood rushes straight to my cock. My dick is a weird fellow, I’ll admit that much. I can usually only get off if someone’s watching me. I don’t know how or why I am this way, I just know that hours of internet research, if porn counts as research, has led me down this rabbit hole. Some people on Reddit have suggested video chatting. Live strangers isn’t for me though. This is much better. That’s as clear as the precum dripping from my slit. “Fuck,” I groan as I start to stroke myself through my pants, watching the views tick up steadily. The first time I set up the camera and tried to jack it, I still couldn’t get there, but then I thought about actually sharing the video. That dirty little thought sent me straight over the edge. Five minutes after the video is posted, I’m up to a fifty likes, two comments, and ten dollars in tips. Goddamn it, I’m a horny, twisted puppy, and fucking proud of it. WetWolf: Where has your dick been all my life *heart eyes* Bumblebottom: What a tight body, just came on my fist Fuck yes. I take myself out and stroke with one hand, while I watch the likes increase, alongside more filthy comments. Not to mention the DMs are coming in. Can’t wait to check those out. Best. Day. Ever. I’m losing control at the thought of people jacking off to me. It’s like the room around me is gone, there is nothing but me and this virtual world of eager guys simultaneously stroking it to the video I’ve filmed yesterday in my bathroom. It’s simple, just me jacking off for two minutes, coming up on my stomach. TopDom: I’d love to come on those abs too. My god! Shit. Maybe I will like it if these guys watch me live. No, I’m not ready for that. Twisting my wrist to work my wet tip, I’m getting close as fuck from these comments. Every muscle in my body tenses, balls tightening up, my breathing uneven. I tuck my shirt under my chin in preparation. What will it feel like if they were right here watching? Fucking hell. At that thought, my eyes roll back into my head as my cock pulses and erupts, shooting over my stomach. “Fuck yeah,” I groan to the empty room. There’s a knock at the door as I ride lingering waves of pleasure that rip down my spine straight to my curled toes. “One minute,” I shout, my voice cracking in the process. “Come downstairs. Dinner’s ready—what the fuck...?” my brand-new stepbrother slams my door shut. Aw hell. What did he see? Wait, what did he see? The idea of him catching me gets my dick twitching again, attempting to rise from the dead. My new stepbrother is a hunky hockey player, and I wouldn’t mind him watching me one bit, in theory. Kinky little shit. Now that he’s walked in on me, I may be doomed to crush on him forever. Then again, will I go there with a hockey player a second time? After Jarred, I don’t have it in me. And my mom. They’ve all proved I’m unlovable. Dayton’s footsteps pound down the stairs. Why does he have to be so tall and muscular? That’s so annoying. I want to keep watching the views and likes rack up, but they will be there later. I wipe up and tuck myself back into my shorts. Slipping my phone in my pocket with the notifications on, I set the vibration on high. It’s an oddly comforting reminder of what’s waiting for