Campy (Ballsy Boys Book 4)

by K. M. Neuhold

  “Hush now. I love you, Jackson Bedford Criswell. You’re my oldest, my sweet boy. You’ve got a heart bigger than Texas, and don’t you forget it. We’ll survive this storm, so don’t you fret now.”

  Despite my sadness over how my dad will respond, my heart lightens a little. “I love you too, Mama.”

  33

  Campy

  It feels strange walking into Bottoms Up with Jackson’s hand in mine, but also pretty awesome if I’m being honest.

  I’m still bracing for what it will be like to walk into the wildlife center next time with everyone now knowing I do porn, but after my talk with my mom, I already feel more prepared to face whatever judgement I may get. I’ve done what I’ve had to do and there’s nothing shameful about that. But all of that’s a problem for later. Tonight is about the two of us going out together to celebrate our relationship being out in the open.

  “Want a drink?” I ask, having to get up on my tiptoes to talk into his ear so he can hear me over the pounding bass.

  “Sure.”

  His hand on my lower back as we weave through the crowd feels as hot as a branding iron and I find myself hoping everyone notices, sees that he’s mine. God, this is a crazy feeling, and I absolutely love it.

  Ryan, the bartender, smiles as we approach, his eyes darting between Jackson and me, and then dropping to Jackson’s hand on my back.

  “I see you two finally worked things out.”

  “Huh?” Jackson cocks his head and then looks at me to explain.

  “Two beers please,” I order, attempting to end this awkward line of conversation.

  “What did he mean?” Jackson asks as soon as Ryan turns away to get our drinks.

  “He’s a bartender, he sees hundreds of people every night. He probably has us confused with other people,” I attempt to explain, but the arch of his eyebrow tells me he’s not buying it. “Okay, fine…” I sigh. “Remember when you met that date here?”

  “I remember.”

  “I may have, kind of, followed you to make sure the guy was on the up and up.”

  “You followed me?” he repeats, his eyebrows going even higher and a smile spreading across his lips. “Were you jealous, darlin’?”

  “Maybe,” I mutter.

  “You were,” he teases, putting his arms around me and pulling me closer. “I knew it. You had a crush on me.”

  I roll my eyes and give his shoulder a playful shove. “You had a crush on me too, Cowboy.”

  “I know, it was because you were so sweet and irresistibly cute.”

  “Well, my crush was because you had an ass that wouldn’t quit,” I joke and he bends down to kiss me, slow and sweet in spite of the heat building between us with every sweep of his tongue against mine.

  “Here are your drinks, guys. And the club has a strict policy about public sex, you’re going to have to take that somewhere more private,” Ryan says, giving us a wink when we pull apart.

  “Oh please, it’s not like everyone in this club hasn’t seen me at it before.”

  “Well, I’m not about to give the tabloids anything else to salivate over so soon,” Jackson laughs and I reluctantly wiggle out of his grasp to take our drinks, inclined to agree that fucking in public wouldn’t be so good for his brand-new public image.

  “Fine, how about if we drink and dance instead?” I suggest.

  “I like that plan.”

  We find a place to sit and drink our beer, leaning close together to talk and flirt while we people watch. When our drinks are finished, Jackson stands up and offers me his hand.

  “Let’s dance.”

  It’s not so different than the first time we danced together, except this time I’m not lying to either of us about how the feeling of Jackson’s body moving against mine makes me feel. I’m not afraid to press my ass more firmly against the bulge he’s grinding against me, or to turn my head and kiss him as our bodies rock in time to the music. Jackson wasn’t wrong before, dancing really is like fucking, and I’m painfully hard in no time.

  When his hands slip under my shirt, hot and rough against my skin, I’m not sure how much longer I can keep from jumping him.

  “Is a blowjob in the bathroom considered public sex?” I ask.

  “You’re so bad, Cam,” he accuses against my ear.

  “That doesn’t sound like you’re telling me no,” I point out and his laughter rumbles against my back.

  “What if we get caught?”

  “We’ll be quick,” I promise. “I want to suck you so badly, please don’t make me wait until we get home.”

  Jackson groans, pressing the length of his erection against the curve of my ass again.

  “You’re such a bad influence,” he grumbles, grabbing my hand and dragging me through the crowd toward the bathrooms at the back of the club.

  Luck must be on our side because the bathroom is empty when we get there. I turn the lock and then shove Jackson against the nearest wall before dropping to my knees.

  Jackson’s head falls back against the wall as I undo his pants and pull his cock out.

  “You know, this is my first club hookup,” I muse, stroking his cock, milking his precum until a large drop is gathered on his slit.

  “Mine too, obviously.”

  I dart my tongue out to lap at the head of his cock before the precum can drip. Jackson moans, his fingers tunneling through my hair. I relax my head and let him tug me closer, his cock sliding easily down my practiced throat. It’s different than when I’m on camera though— hotter, more exciting, and definitely more fun. There’s something about knowing that every gasp and moan is real and only for me that drives me wild.

  I grab Jackson’s well-sculpted ass, digging my fingers into it and encouraging him to thrust, to fuck my mouth however he wants. He does exactly that, burying himself deep before drawing back until the head of his cock rests against my tongue, and then doing it all over again. I drag in a breath through my nose every time he pulls out and look up at him with heated eyes so he can see just how much I love having my face fucked by him.

  “So good, Cam,” he grunts, pushing in deep so my nose is pressed into the tuft of hair at the base of his cock. My eyes water a little but if I had my way, I’d fucking live in this position with Jackson.

  I press my tongue against the throbbing underside of his cock and swallow so he can feel my throat constricting around him. I’m rewarded with another gravelly moan.

  This time, when he draws back, he slams back in harder, his pace quickening and his cock thickening between my lips. Drool drips down my chin and tears leak freely from my eyes now as he lets loose, chasing his orgasm as it nears.

  “I’m close,” he warns through gritted teeth, loosening his hold on my hair so I can pull away if I want to. Like hell would I waste his cum by letting it spurt onto the bathroom floor rather than down my throat.

  I hum and grasp the globes of his ass harder.

  “Oh…Oh…Cam…oh, fuck,” he groans, his muscles tightening and his cock pulsing hard against my tongue, emptying himself into my mouth as I greedily suck every last drop from him.

  Jackson

  I have to hold onto Cam with both hands, my legs feeling like cooked spaghetti. The only thing that’s keeping me from sagging onto the floor is that we’re in a public bathroom and that would be just ew. Cam licks his lips, smacking them in a way that tells me he enjoyed it, then proceeds to clean the last remnants off my cock.

  His brown eyes are still dark with lust as he looks up. “You like?”

  “Fuck, yes. That was…orgasmic.”

  He chuckles as he tucks me back in. “You know what makes me laugh?”

  I can’t imagine him laughing over anything after he’s just made me come like that, but what do I know? “No?”

  “You curse when you’re having sex.” He rises to his feet and smiles at me, his eyes twinkling.

  “I don’t curse,” I say almost automatically.

  “You rarely curse,” he correc
ts me. “And while I find your gosh darn it and oh my goodness adorable as fuck, there’s something deeply satisfying about making you swear when you’re all hot and bothered.”

  I try to think back on what I said while he was sucking me off, but I have to admit my brain wasn’t rightly working. “What did I say?” I ask weakly.

  “You said my name, and then fuck.”

  “You say that all the time,” I point out.

  His grin broadens. “I do, but it never sounds as sexy and dirty as when you say it. It’s as if your lips feel guilty for even uttering it, and they push it out as if to get rid of it quickly, making it sound filthy.”

  I can’t help but smile at that. “You put a lot of thought into me saying a simple word.”

  “Say it for me,” Cam says.

  “Say what?”

  “Say fuck for me. Come on, let me hear it one more time.”

  I shake my head. “I’m not saying it just so you can laugh at me some more.”

  Cam bats his eyelashes at me. “Pretty please?”

  “You’re gonna have to find your entertainment elsewhere, darlin’,” I say.

  His eyes narrow, and I see something bubble in there that I don’t quite trust. “I see how it is. I’m gonna have to force it out of you, am I?”

  “Force it?”

  “Yes. By making you so hot and bothered again that you can’t help but swear.”

  “Not gonna happen,” I declare, crossing my arms. “I may have slipped up once or twice, but it won’t happen again, especially now that I know that’s your intention.”

  Cameron takes a step closer to me, our bodies only inches apart. “Is that a challenge?”

  “You made me come only minutes ago. I’m confident I can endure whatever you bring.” How difficult can it be to resist cursing? I mean, granted, when he kisses me it’s hard to think, but not that hard. Pun intended.

  Cameron winks at me, before he pulls my head down and kisses me. Oh my, I can still taste traces of myself on his lips, in his mouth, on his tongue. It’s filthy and perfect, and I kiss him back with all I’ve got. I love the way he fits against my body, all lean muscles and strength.

  I close my eyes, sinking into the kiss that leaves my head spinning. The world around us fades away, and all I can hear is my own heartbeat racing, thundering through my veins. He sucks on my tongue, then uses his teeth to nibble on my bottom lip.

  “Fuck, your mouth is so damn perfect,” he says with a growl, accentuating it with a little nip. “I’d love to see those full lips of yours wrapped around my dick, but some other time.”

  “Some other time,” I agree, focusing hard in order to form words.

  “You’ve got me so hard,” he groans, putting my hand on his dick.

  Even through his jeans, I have no trouble feeling how aroused he is. It’s pulsing against my hand, his cock, and for a second, regret floods me. How I wish we were at home, so he could fu—. I catch myself just in time. Fill me. That’s a better word. No swearing necessary.

  I put a little pressure on my hand and he rubs against it, seeking friction. “Mmm, that feels so good,” he says, his voice low.

  I increase the pressure, cupping my hand slightly so I can squeeze him through his jeans. My reward is a low moan, so I do it again.

  “Jackson…” Cam sighs. “Fuck, I wish we were home so I could fuck you into the mattress. Would you like that, baby? For me to fill you up again with my perfect cock and make you lose your mind with how good it feels?”

  I swear I can feel my hole flutter at the thought, and my cheeks heat up. He makes it sound so dirty, so provocative. My dick is well on its way to being fully erect again, apparently not caring I just came.

  “I would really like that,” I admit, my voice hoarse.

  Cam is now rutting against me without shame, his cock so hard it feels like iron against my hand.

  “You’re gonna make me cream my pants, that’s how sexy you are,” Cam says in that gravelly voice that shoots straight to my balls. “Is that what you want? For me to shoot my load in my pants?”

  “My hand,” I manage. “I want to feel you.”

  Cam unzips his jeans, then pushes my hand in. “Oh fuck, Jackson, please.”

  I don’t think I’ve ever heard him beg like that and it feels so needy, so big. My hand wraps around the velvety soft skin, my thumb finding his wet slit like he taught me. He’s working his dick into my hand, faster and faster, and I increase the pressure, creating a tight fist.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chants. “So fucking close…”

  I can’t stop watching him as he throws his head back, abandoning himself fully to the pleasure of my hand. He’s so hot right now, so beautiful, it’s intoxicating. I slam him with his back against the wall as I take his mouth, needing to capture every little sigh of him as he comes. My hand’s pressure is unrelenting now, and his body shakes against mine. I swallow his low moan.

  “Jackson!” he grunts into my mouth and then he comes, shooting hot ropes of cum into my hand. His body shakes and shivers and he collapses against me with a last deep sigh.

  “Fuck, that was so hot,” I say.

  Dammit.

  34

  Campy

  I’m shaking all over as I get out of my car at the wildlife center. Whatever they think about me being in porn, I can handle it, I tell myself over and over as I double-check that I have my work gloves and everything else I need with me before accepting that I can’t stall any longer and head inside.

  Everything feels normal when I enter the main barn—Julie is in the kitchen area preparing some meals, Gerber the Goose tries to peck at my knees as I walk past, the donkey’s bray loud enough to be heard from the arena. It’s almost unsettlingly normal.

  Julie glances up from the counting little fish into a bowl and smiles at me. “We’re fighting,” she informs me cheerfully.

  “We are?”

  “Yeah. I can’t believe you’re dating the hottie from Hill Country and you didn’t tell me.”

  I cross my arms and arch an eyebrow at her. “Really? That’s what you want to talk about after you’ve obviously read the articles about me this week?”

  “What do you mean? Oh, the porn thing?”

  “Yes, the porn thing.”

  “Cameron, sweetie, that’s like the worst-kept secret of the century.”

  My mouth falls open and my arms drop to my sides as my mind reels. “You knew? Wait, are you saying everyone knew?”

  “I don’t know if everyone knew, but a lot of people did.”

  “But…how?” I think back, trying to come up with some way I might’ve given myself away.

  “Facebook suggested Campy as a friend. At first I thought someone stole a picture of you to use as their profile image, but when I tried to look it up to find out what Ballsy Boys was, well…it was pretty obvious what was going on.”

  “Ugh, fucking Facebook,” I groan.

  “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t watch any of your videos.”

  “Mildly,” I confirm. “Who else knows?”

  “A few people,” she shrugs. “I think people mostly found you on their own. It sounds like Ballsy Boys has been advertising hard over the past few months, showing up in ads on Twitter and stuff.”

  “Fucking Rebel,” I mutter. “Does…um…what about Dr. Marx?”

  “Oh yeah, he knows.”

  My stomach drops.

  “He knew before I did. I have a feeling he was a subscriber before you even joined.”

  “That figures.”

  I run my hands over my face, taking a deep breath. All things considered, this is better news than I’d dared to hope for. Most everyone knew long before this week and no one seems to be judging me or freaking out about it.

  “Anyway, Tootsie the owl has an eye infection and needs ointment applied but she hates me. Do you mind doing that?”

  The knot in my chest eases as we get back on familiar ground and I smile. I’m still the same Camero
n to Julie as I’ve always been. And why shouldn’t I be? Nothing about me has changed.

  “I’m on it,” I assure her, heading for the med room to find the ointment with Tootsie’s name on the tube and the instructions.

  I spend the next five hours getting lost in my work, as I always do—mucking out stalls, preparing meals, giving meds. One of the newer volunteers asks me to teach her how to prepare a follow-up fecal sample for the racoons to tell if they still have roundworms or not. Everything feels completely right and all my worries about my life being upended fade into the background.

  By the time I’m driving home, I can hardly remember what I’d been worried about to begin with, all my focus on getting home to see Jackson. He’s waiting with dinner when I walk through the door and the words I love you nearly tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them.

  “How was your day?” he asks.

  “It was great. Let me go shower quick and then I’ll tell you all about it.”

  “Need a hand?” he offers with a smirk.

  “Absolutely.”

  Everything was perfect, and then a few days later, it all went to hell.

  This can’t be happening. This is one of those horrible dreams that feel real, but then you wake up and everything is exactly as it should be. I pinch myself and wince. Fuck.

  The comments on the video just keep ticking up, more and more by the second. Rex Groves?? I thought he went by Campy. And since when is he straight??? I wonder if Jackson knows his boyfriend isn’t even gay? Maybe he’s pretending to be gay to get to Jackson’s money! That last one garnered a lot of likes and comments in agreement.

  I scroll back up and the stupid video is still playing, the views increasing by the second. I have no doubt King is behind this. He had to have been the “source close to Cameron” who told the tabloids about my brief stint doing hetero porn under the name Rex Groves.

  Now this damn video is popping up everywhere and getting so many views it’s slowing down X-tube.

  “Fuck my life,” I mutter. I should’ve known telling the world about us would lead to this little tidbit getting out.