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4chan was such an awful place to be on at 2AM instead of sleeping. It wasn't that Damien cared anyway, he had nothing better to do. Page after page, one gross post after another, Brenks looked through /b/ while lying down on his bed and chewing on a sandwich he recently made. After another post he stopped chewing and put away the food carefully, suddenly losing the appetite. He wanted to change the thread, when he saw another post and blinked in amusement.
[Whatcha think of this eye candy, girls?
>op is a faggot]
Damien snorted at the most uncreative comment and opened the thread, seeing two more pictures of the same man with a scarf around the bottom part of his face. It went almost all the way up to the bridge of his nose. Two of the pictures were cropped so he could only see his bare body, but the last one was high enough for Damien to see his half open eyes in the color of intense green. He looked at the pictures again before sighing loudly and closing the tab and scrolling down to the next post. Another few pages, another few disturbing entries, but Damien wasn't even bored anymore. He was curious. Too curious to keep scrolling.
He found the thread with the green eyed guy again and after a moment of internal struggle left a comment.
[ >sauce??]
He left it open in another tab and continued browsing, switching /pol/ instead but getting quickly bored of the angry Nazis. He refreshed the tab impatiently, not expecting an answer, but he caught himself hoping that he would get it anyway.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Wait.
[ >sauce??
>> u go faggot, dude's name is foxdudesendnudes on reddit
>>> thx tard]
Damien was almost ashamed at how quickly he started searching for the original poster and quite surprised when he realized that this really was a reliable source. Apparently it wasn't a fake, trying to bait people to questionable websites, but an actual user, currently delivering. Damien smirked, when he saw in which threads this guy usually spend his time. R/gonewild was filled with FoxDude's nudes.
Brenks opened up his gallery and browsed through the pictures, lifting his eyebrow. That was some real quality photos, most of his body that could be requested has already been requested and posted. The man never took any pictures of his face. He was wearing a Guy Fawkes mask on a few photos and on the rest he just covered his face with his hand or wore the scarf covering him from the bridge of his nose and down to his neck, as Damien saw on 4chan.
The pictures varied from simple selfies FoxDude took to show off his well-build chest and collar bones, to some really explicit pictures of things people were interested in. Damien had one favorite that he saved on his drive for future reference. It was taken when the man has lift his Guy Fawkes mask a little to show his lips and his chin covered with short stubble. He has opened his mouth and pressed his thumb against it as his other hand was way lower on his bare body. Damien took a longer look at this one before going further.
FoxDude had some clothed pictures too, answering some ladies' requests for his forearms and hips sticking out from underneath his clothes. But then there were some photos that Damien felt made his cheeks warm, even though he wasn't usually sensitive to things like this, but this man looked extraordinary. He was pale and nicely muscled, the exact type Damien was into. For a moment he wondered how tall FoxDude was and how his voice sounded. Brenks felt his own hand caress his thigh lightly as he breathed out, seeing another innocent selfie where the poster just covered his face with his hand, looking up to the camera with a sparkle in his green eyes.
Damien leaned more comfortably against the head of his bed, letting his gaze linger on that picture. He wouldn't lie if he said he was truly mesmerized by him. He hurried to see the other pictures and bookmarked FoxDude's account just in case, though it was absolutely unnecessary. It wasn't like Brenks would forget that nickname anytime soon.
He refreshed the page and realized that while he's been stalking through the gallery, FoxDude added another picture. Damien opened the miniature quickly and huffed through his nose with a smirk, when the black and white photo loaded. The stranger was wearing his mask again and tilting his head while sitting in a bathtub with a beer in his hand. Everything that could be exposed in that position, was exposed, and Damien realized that it must have taken a while to set the camera just right without any help from outside. He glanced at the description and snorted.
[Care to join (m)e?]
Oh hell yes.
Setting the camera just right without any help was hell. Getting up from the bathtub without dropping his device into the water was even more difficult. Aiden put away his beer onto the edge of the tub and stood up carefully, trying to make as little sound as possible. He was pretty sure his mother and sister would question what he was thinking, sitting in a bathtub for three hours and emerging first at around 2AM on a Wendesday. He got the Guy Fawkes mask off his face and he reached for the camera on the bathtub shelf, before putting it somewhere safer and starting to dry the water and foam off his body.
He really hoped he would at least get some good feedback on this picture, because he didn't want to have the knowledge that he wasted at least good thirty minutes on getting the camera angle right, getting himself hard and shooting enough photos to know that at least one will be sharp, just to forget to put on the mask and have to redo the process again; absolutely unnecessarily.
Pearce grabbed the camera and the can of beer before leaving the towel on the floor and turning off the light in the bathroom. He opened the door and started sneaking over to his room naked. He was halfway through the hall, when he realised that he has forgotten the mask next to the sink and cursed internally, turning around again in the dark to get the mask, feeling his way along the wall. Quickly Aiden got to the bathroom again and grabbed the item, not wanting to linger outside his room for much longer than this. At this point if someone caught him, saying a quick "I can explain", wouldn't fix anything. Because he couldn't explain.
"What the fuck, Aiden?"
Aiden froze and turned to the source of the quiet voice, which was his sister's half-open door.
"I can explain," slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. He used the mask to cover his privates, thanking all gods for the darkness. "Eh... Go to sleep. It's past your bedtime."
Nicky wheezed. "I'm seventeen Aiden. And I really want to hear an explanation on why you're walking around the house naked in the middle of the night with... questionable... items...? Is that your camera?" she whispered and sighed, seeing that her brother emerged to his own room, small step by small step.
"Nick. Go the fuck to sleep. You saw nothing," Aiden added, opening his door slowly to not let the hinge squeak.
"I'd say I saw too much. Give me that beer and I won't tell mom I caught you taking nudes." Nicole rolled her eyes. "Again."
Aiden breathed out in relief and reached out to her to pass her the can. "I love you, sis."
"You're doing the dishes tomorrow, weirdo," Nicky added and shut her door quietly.
"Thanks," Aiden mouthed before entering his own room and throwing his stuff on the bed. He turned on the lamp on the bedside table and got onto the mattress himself. His pulse was still racing so he just took a moment to breathe deeply before opening his laptop.
This has happened more than once, but bribing Nicole with some kind of edible or drinkable goods usually worked just fine. Back in the days chocolate was enough, but the older she got, the more demanding. Not that Aiden minded as long as she kept his secrets away from their mother; it was a price Aiden was willing to pay.
He lied down between the sheets in a more comfortable position and picked up the camera, looking through the pictures he took and deleted a few right away. He plugged in the device to his computer and turned on Reddit as he waited for the pictures to load. It's just been a few hours since he was online for the last time, but already in these few hours he got several comments and five private messages. He opened them with a bored expression, but minimalised the window to find the picture he wanted to upload and applied a black and white filter before posting it.
Aiden tapped with his fingers against the keyboard before smirking to himself and writing the title.
[Care to join (m)e?]
He closed the tab and looked through the comments. Reddit's community was usually subtle, and Aiden noticed that most of the comments making him uncomfortable were from spam accounts. Not that he cared anyway; if someone couldn't handle rude comments, they should never post in places like these.
There was only one thing that bothered him. It wasn't that Aiden didn't appreciate the comments from Reddit's beautiful ladies, he just wasn't very interested in that kind of attention, as he's realised already many years ago that he'd much more appreciate comments from Reddit's beautiful men. From time to time he got some interesting responds, but most of the nudes and requests were from women. Not like Aiden minded, but if it wasn't an interesting request, he never even answered. Not even privately.
He opened the comments first and smiled to himself. One user left several comments on different photos. Some were really enjoyable.
[BeansDirkMen: Your lips are stunning. I'd love to feel them against mine.]
[BeansDirkMen:I bet being inside you is even more amazing than just watching you.]
[BeansDirkMen: Nice choice of li...
Wait.
Aiden looked at the user's nickname and opened their account. The user has only shared stories in r/talesfromtechsupport and r/greentext. Aiden opened the oldest one from two years ago to find some kind of introduction and snorted, when he saw 4chan's green text format. This user probably didn't spend his time just on Reddit.
>be me
>28yo IT worker
>meet a girl at work, Ellie, 7.5/10
Aiden started chuckling at the ridiculous story of BeansDirkMen getting a girlfriend at work and making him fix all of the hardware in her house before dumping him, because she wasn't into the idea of him also liking guys. Later Aiden read a few of his more recent stories, most of them about his job, but also some random ones in r/greentext. He wouldn't think he'd be as amused as he has gotten, but he was. Especially when he realised that this clever man has enjoyed his gallery, probably a lot.
Pearce bookmarked the profile and closed the tab to go back to his own gallery, when he saw that he got a comment on the newest photo.
[Care to join (m)e?]
BeansDirkMen: Hell yes.
Pearce snorted and scratched his chin with his fingers. He felt his ears become all red and he had to take a deeper breath, before finally trying to ignore his growing curiosity and arousal, and opening his private messages. He deleted some spam and unwanted nudes, and wanted to check the front page of the website before going to sleep, but his message box blinked again.
BeansDirkMen: You make me go absolutely insane. Could I please get another pic of these lips of yours?
Aiden looked at the message in silence for a moment and then didn't hesitate before reaching out for his phone to open the Reddit app and get a nice picture with his front cam. He didn't answer to requests privately in a while, but he could definitely make an exception for a message which somehow made him hard again with barely seventeen words.
He took the picture of his chest and up to his nose, opening his mouth a little. He looked at it with a smirk and wanted to send it, but then hesitated and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen from the bedside table to start writing.
/You like it, BeansDirkMen? ;)/
He covered all of his face with the paper leaving only his chin and lips visible and took another picture, which he sent without any description. He sighed and let his hand slid down to his groin, as he refreshed the box impatiently. After a while he has given up the hope of getting an answer, but just before he closed the tab, BeansDirkMen responded.
BeansDirkMen: oh this looks amazing. more, please? youre mking my night, foxdude srsly
Aiden smiled wider seeing how messy his writing style got, probably because of typing with one hand. He reached for the mask, putting it on and slipping it up a little to show his lips. He wrapped his fingers around his length and took a second picture.
FoxDudeSendNudes: You're touching yourself, aren't you? ;)
He reread the description and send the message again. Another few minutes flew by and Aiden was definitely getting somewhere with his hand, trying to make as little noise as possible on the creaky bed. He let his other hand stroke his chest, leaving it every few minutes to refresh his inbox impatiently.
BeansDirkMen: Talking to you was a pleasure ;) Thank you.
Pearce grunted, hoping for some more. He was aching with need at this point, but he was pretty sure that BeansDirkMen has gone offline already, as he seemed to be done.
Aiden shook his head and sighed while putting away his laptop and turning off the light. He pulled the blanket up to his chin and let his hand disappear underneath it. He breathed out louder and ran his fingers down his thigh before getting to business again, eager to get rid of this unwanted arousal. He put his hand up to his mouth again and spit in it, before starting to stroke himself again, sighing when he made his grip more firm.
"Fuck," he breathed out quietly and curved his back. He wasn't usually this easily turned on, but just the thought that two pictures of him was enough to make that someone get off, suddenly appeared really hot to him.
He was of course aware that BeansDirkMen could be a lie, or someone he would never find attractive, but at this point he didn't even care. Aiden was restless and too aroused and curious to think straight. He stopped his moves and reached for his phone again. He opened his inbox and started typing.
FoxDudeSendNudes: Send me something back please c:
If the stranger answered it could only be an immediate boner killer or the exact contrary. And Aiden wanted to know so badly. He was staring at the screen impatiently until he answer came after a few more minutes
BeansDirkMen: Showered already, sorry you didn't get to see the mess you've made ;)
Aiden hurried to open the attachment to see a picture of a man with a towel hanging loosely around his hips. He wasn't very muscular, but Aiden didn't find him unattractive in any way, quite the opposite. His skin was still wet after showering and Aiden could see a tattoo on his left inner forearm. A tiny bit of his face was visible and Pearce saw a thin goatee in the color of dirty blonde.
He breathed out loudly and had to put away the phone for a moment, feeling his heart pound so much faster. BeansDirkMen made it quite clear that he hasn't been very innocent with his pictures and just that thing it made Aiden's breath shorten. He looked down at the phone again and didn't stop touching himself as he felt that his release would soon arrive. Aiden dropped the phone onto the mattress and covered his mouth with the now free hand, before coming onto his stomach, swallowing a groan and shutting his eyes. His phone vibrated when he got new notifications and he hurried to pick it up.
Two messages lit up the screen.
BeansDirkMen: Enjoying yourself, FoxDude? ;)
Aiden smirked.
BeansDirkMen: Show me.
He did.