I Don't Know What Prompted Me

I don't know what prompted me, but I responded to an ad for a website cam model. I know they were looking for young women, but I wrote back anyway. I'm pretty sure they didn't realize I was a man when I wrote back. They asked for photos, and that's when they surely discovered that I am indeed a man. I sent dick pics, face pics, full body pics posing in various men's and women's clothing. I was pretty sure they were not going to write back, but I actually got a kick just out of sending the email with my naked pics to them - whoever they were. I guessed they were some sort of semi-amateur semi-professional company. They wrote back! They said they weren't looking for men, at least until they saw my pictures. I don't know why that would have done the job. At 5'8," light-skinned but covered with black hair as I am, and 20 pounds overweight, I'm certainly not a model of any sort. They asked whether I could hold my sperm, not ejaculate for a long time, no matter what. I figured I could, or would certainly learn how, and wrote back, "Yes." They wanted me to come in and 'test.' I didn't know what that meant, but I wasn't in a position to ask. First of all, I needed money - really quite badly. Rent was five days away, and I didn't have it, so the $75 they were offering was something I'd fight for. In other words, I'd do the 'test' in any way they wanted in order to get my $75. So the next afternoon, I showed up for my appointment. It couldn't have been a more regular 3-bedroom suburban house. At the door I was greeted by George, a very tall, thin, but otherwise regular looking white guy. He was very friendly, I could tell right away. I was hoping he wasn't too friendly, if you know what I mean. He led me to a large bedroom, where he had a camera on a tripod facing a bed. In the bed was a strikingly, I mean, totally beautiful black woman with full breasts, and what some might think is an overly ample ass. Not me. I love that look. And to me, being as white as i am, black is very exotic. She had not a stitch on, and was kind of absent-mindedly playing with a vibrator against not her clit, but against her asshole. She was on all fours, with her butt facing the camera. She turned around and smiled big-time when I came in, and introduced herself as Latisha, while pressing her vibrator against a nipple. I was shocked. I knew that my 'test' would be some sort of naked activity, but I had blocked the actuality, as best as I might have imagined it, out of my mind. i should say, pleasantly shocked. It was slowly dawning on me that my screen test would be with beautiful Latisha! I had no idea what we might do, but I figured anything at all would be just fine with me. My penis rose uncomfortably to attention in my pants right away. Latisha beckoned me closer until she could reach out and touch my hardon through my pants with her vibrator. She simply told me to take them off, which I did immediately. Meanwhile, George was panning and zooming the camera to take in our action. Latisha pulled me onto the bed, and spooned me sideways. She then flipped me on my back, and hovering over me, started giving me an almost-blowjob. She didn't pull my whole penis into her mouth, but just the tip of it, with the most remarkable light touch of her lips. She then backed away, and started playing with my shaved balls and circumcised dick, which was just delightful. She spread my peehole open and looked inside, which felt weird, like I was being examined. But, I guess I was. She was smiling, and said she was hoping to see sperm shooting out of there later this afternoon. I told her I would be happy to comply. To make a long story short, we did all sorts of things, for a couple of hours, but no fucking. I did manage to not ejaculate, but I had to tell her to stop rubbing me, stop doing this or that, a few times so I wouldn't cum. She said she wanted me to last, plus the people who watch this stuff don't like to see fucking. They like all sorts of massage, posing, and masturbatory things. It was then (what an idiot I am!) that I finally realized that George wasn't making some sort of film to be edited later. This was live on the web! When I inquired more about it, he said we currently had 5,400 viewers! Oh, my gosh! Holy fuck! I'm usually the guy to get stage fright if I have to get up and speak in front of more than 3 people. I started to shake, and had to sit back down on the bed. (I had been standing while fondling Lat's breasts.) I was going to be sick, or faint, or something. I was scared too. I hadn't thought about being nude in public. I mean, people I know might see me. But then again, I don't know that many people, and I doubt any of the people I do know would watch something like this. Well, I didn't faint, and the fear started to subside. My penis, which had been hard for an hour, wilted down to just about nothing, despite the fact that Latisha worked diligently on getting it back up. Finally she succeeded. George kept speaking out numbers, which I suppose the viewers heard too. He was telling us viewer count. At the end of the time during which I was soft, the viewers had fallen to 800, and was now starting to climb back up. Lat and George seemed to think that was important. Later, I found out all about the financial model, and sure enough, they make a lot more money with thousands of viewers. Something started to happen to me. I became proud. Here I was being seen by thousands of people - I assume mostly men - with Latisha, and sporting a good, solid hard-on, and having a good time. I ought to be proud of that, don't you think? And I was. No more stage fright. Instead, it was pure joy. Almost, no wait... yes, orgasmic joy. I had been rubbing my dick around one of Lat's lovely dark nipples, and suddenly, as I realized how proud I was to be seen by now 7,600 men (and perhaps some women), I lost it and ejaculated all over the girl! George went into the kitchen and came back with some paper towels, which he handed to us, and then turned off the camera. As we cleaned up, Latisha had a big smile, and I noticed George was smiling too. He said I passed the test, and they were going to have me come in at 3pm every weekday and do a two-hour session for $75. That's ancient history now. I've been doing it for just less than two years. Sometimes I work the camera while George and Lat go at it, but usually he films us. Occasionally, he sets the camera on auto, and all three of us go at it. I didn't think I'd care for that - you know, touching an other man's balls and dick and all that, and being touched by a guy, but I've found I enjoy it quite a bit. I've noticed on more than one occasion he seems harder when he is playing with me than with Latisha. Maybe that's just my imagination. I don't know. I keep fantasizing about butt-fucking him, yet I don't fantasize about butt-fucking her. I don't understand that, but I don't care. I've never been one to be judgmental about gay versus straight. Oddly, Lat and I have never fucked in all that time. It's all about massage, posing, and playing with masturbation. In the beginning, I just in absolute erotic joy everyday. I'd usually cum near the end of the two hours, but Lat and George let me know in no uncertain terms that it cost them money if I came too soon. I tried faking it. You know, turning my back to the camera as I ejaculated, or ejaculating into the sheets, but that didn't really work out, as I couldn't maintain a hardon after that. The key to this business is staying hard. The viewers want nothing less than a good, solid dick waving around on their screens. Lately, I've had a little trouble maintaining an erection for the whole two-hour sessions. George says not to worry, that I'm just getting sort of bored, but I'm guessing my time as a web star is coming to an end. But George assures me that he and Latisha are going to work hard to come up with new ways to amuse me, and keep me hard. Lately, she, and he, have been sticking a finger in my butt, and massaging my prostate. That does the job for now quite nicely! Latisha seems sort of ambivalent about orgasms. She usually has several during our sessions, and she shakes, and yells, and carries on, but I think it's mostly for the camera. Some might even be fake orgasms. Oh, I think she enjoys a good cum, but doesn't need it. Sometimes I wish she'd beg me to give her an orgasm. For real, I mean. She does it as part of the 'show' all the time. I, on the other hand, am somewhat disappointed if I haven't cum right at the end of our two hours, even though I'm not supposed to. I found out later that she does another two hour show at 8pm every evening with another guy. I've never met him. I don't even know his name. George's uncircumcised dick is quite a bit larger than mine, as is his whole body. I mean, compared to me, that man is tall. For the longest time I didn't understand why the two of them accepted me as their online playmate, or 'their star' as they call me. But I think I know why now. I'm regular. The guys watching can relate to an ordinary guy. They like seeing the regular guy scoring with the great chick. Last year, George and Latisha became officially married. I was their best man, of course. I don't have a wife, or even a girlfriend, but due to my line of work, I'm in no hurry.