Keep watching Elijah on the cam
From Create Your Own Story
The old library smelled like dust and paper, the kind of quiet that makes your own breathing loud. We were tucked between the philosophy and biology shelves—Sam cross-legged with his knee bumping mine, me leaning too close to the laptop screen like it might whisper secrets. The hacked feed showed Elijah’s bedroom, empty now except for the hum of a shower running somewhere off-camera.
I swallowed. The guilt curled in my stomach, but so did something hotter.
For ten minutes, the screen didn’t change—just that same rumpled comforter, a half-empty water bottle on the nightstand. Then the shower cut off. A door creaked. My pulse jumped as Elijah stepped back into frame, towel slung low on his hips, water still glistening on his shoulders. He grabbed his phone off the desk, thumbs flying over the screen, completely unaware.
Next to me, Sam bit his lip hard enough to leave marks. I didn’t have to look down to know my own jeans were getting tight.
Elijah dragged the towel off with one casual tug. His ass was perfect—round and firm He turned, drying his neck, and—Jesus Christ—there he was, fully naked, thick cock swaying as he reached for the lotion on his dresser.
Sam gasped. I heard the click of his throat when he swallowed.
We watched, hypnotized, as Elijah rubbed the lotion into his chest, his thighs, the base of his cock where it hung heavy between his legs. He grabbed his phone again, texting one-handed, completely at ease in his skin.
When I finally tore my eyes from the screen, Sam was already staring at me. The air between us crackled. The library felt suddenly, unbearably small.
stop watching the footage and leave you shouldn’t be watching this.
