Cameron Dallas: Escort To The Stars

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*All stories in this series are told from the point of view of Cameron Dallas.







Cameron and Jack G- the start of it all...











I laid there on a bed that I was using in my sister's house staring at the ceiling. My career is in the toilet. I've been kicked out of the house I was living in courtesy of my record label, just over a year removed from rehab and my music career is going absolutely nowhere. Most sources of income I have are drying up. Even modeling isn't really cutting it anymore and I don't have many years of that left in me anyway. I have no idea what the fuck I'm going to do.







"Cam? Cam?!? You awake?"







My sister can be such an annoyance. It's 3 in the afternoon. It's not like I'm out partying anymore. Why the hell wouldn't I be awake?







"Yea, I'm awake. Need something?"







"You left your phone down here on the counter and it's about to vibrate off and onto the floor and you know that'll bust your screen."







Jesus Christ. Why can't she just bring it to me?







"Coming!" I reply.







I get off the bed and head downstairs. As I bound down the stairs I can hear her already starting to criticize me.







"Cmon, Cam. Put on some clothes."







I don't know why it bugs her that I'm always just wearing my Calvins around the house. I did it when we were growing up. Not changing now.



I grab my phone and look at the screen. I've got 5 missed texts. All from Jack Gilinsky. Haven't heard from my dude in a while. Looks like he's just moved in the area and wants to catch up. Works for me. Not like I had shit to do anyway.







As 8pm rolls around I find myself in his driveway. I hope nobody else is here or shows up. It's embarrassing enough to meet up with old friends who see how far I've fallen. I don't need people I don't really know showing up too. I hop out of my Range. Simple white shoes, jeans and a black t-shirt for the night. I head up the stairs and knock on the door. And I can see Jack jogging to the front of the house through the glass in the door.







"Cam! Long time no see! Come in, come in."



I walk inside and he shuts the door behind me. "Yea, man. It's been forever. How are things?"



"Cmon in. Sit down. Want a drink or anything? Things are good, you know. Just moving. How are things with you?"



"Yea, I'll have whatever you're having." I say. "Things are going fine, I guess." I look at the floor trying to hide my embarrassment.



"That's awesome, man. Glad to hear it."



Jack walks over and hands me a drink. Smells like rum and coke and as I bring it to my lips I can confirm that it's basically straight rum with a dash of coke for flavor. Jack point to the sofa in the living room.



"Make yourself at home, man." he says as he plops down on one side of the couch. I take a seat on the other end. Kinda feels like old times.



"This is a nice place you got, Jack." I look around the home and it's not the biggest house I've ever been in, but it is nice.



"Thanks. I got a pretty good deal on it. But I gotta be honest, I brought you over to talk a little business."



I can't hide my excitement when he mentions business. I can't wait to start making serious money again.



"That's great, man. I was hoping someone would reach out to collab. What did you have in mind?"



Jack kind of adjusts himself in his seat and sits up a little straighter. "Well, I saw you bomb on Broadway. I know you've moved in with your sister and I know that record label kicked you out of the house you were staying in."



The nonchalance of him dropping these truth-bombs on me is a little staggering and I can feel my face start to get flush with anger and embarrassment. I reach out and put my drink on the table, "Listen, asshole, things are just...."



Jack interrupts, "...but you still have that face and a good body."



I look over at him a little perplexed. Is he going to offer me some sort of modeling gig?



"And I know some people that would give you some good money if you knew what you were doing" Jack says with a sly grin.







"You know I know what I'm doing. I've modeled for years. Armani, Dolce you name it I've done it."



Jack laughs a little, "I know. But that's not quite the job that you'd have in store for you." Jack puts his drink down on the table alongside mine and runs his hand to his crotch. Kind of stroking himself through his jeans.



I give him a quizzical look. "Um, what the fuck are you doing and what are you talking about?"



Jack keeps stroking. "I mean, you being a high-end escort that more successful men use for money and favors. To put it bluntly."



"What?! No! Get the fuck out of here. I'm not gay!" I shout. My voice echoing in this mostly empty new house.



"Cam, chill. Nobody said you're gay, but I'm offering you some financial freedom here. Getting out of your sister's house. Getting your life back on track. I thought that might be something you'd welcome."



I hate it, but he's not wrong. As much as I may not like what he's talking about, I need the money. "What all would I have to do?"



Jack gives me a wide smile. "Why don't I just show you?" With that, Jack unbuttons the top of his jeans and slides the zipper down. He stands up from the couch and peels off his wife beater. I gotta give him credit, he's obviously been killing it in the gym. He steps out of his jeans and kinda kicks them to the middle of the room. He keeps one hand in his boxer briefs, obviously jerking his dick. I can't see it through the black underwear, but he's obviously packing. He walks closer to my side of the couch. He puts his hand on my head and runs his fingers through my hair. "Wanna see it?" he asks.







"Uh, yea. I think so." I say nervously.



Jack pulls his black boxer briefs down and reveals what I can only describe as a massive dick. Gotta be in the 8 to 9 inch range and impossibly thick. It's so big it almost looks absurd attached to his body.



"Jesus Christ, man! You are packing!"



Jack can't hold in his laughter and his dick bounces in cadence with his laughs. "You know, that's not the first time I've gotten that reaction." He wags his dick in front of me expectantly. "Well? Get to it."



I look up at him, "get to what?" I ask.



"Sucking it, dummy." Jack says matter of factly.



I look at his bouncing dick and back up at him, "I...I..dunno about this. I don't think...."



With that, Jack cuts me off, "Shhhh, yea you can." He pulls my lips to the tip of his dick. His dick feels warmer on my lips than I ever really thought about. There's a salty tint to the tip, must be pre-cum? Without thinking much more about it I open my mouth and Jack slides his dick into my mouth. His dick tastes....I dunno. It's hard to describe. Until this exact moment I'd never thought about what a dick would taste like, but it's not bad.



"Ahhh, yea, Cam. Suck that dick. Do it like your girlfriend does." Jacks moans out.







I look up at him. His abs are amazing. Rippling his entire midsection and deeply tanned. I do my best to take more of his dick in my mouth and throat, but he's so thick. I know I've probably only got a few inches in my mouth. I put my hand on his dick for the first time. I'm barely able to wrap my hand around it.







"Spit on it." Jack instructs.







I pull his dick out of my mouth and spit on it a couple times. "Like that?"







"Yea, now take what you can and stroke the rest. And play with my balls too." Jack commands.







I put the head of his Jack's meat back in my mouth and start stroking him with my right hand. Immediately he starts moaning. Like, really moaning. As I work in rhythm up and down his dick, I can feel his legs tremble a bit. I raise my left hand and start gently tickling his smooth balls. I glance up and I can see he's staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. His biceps are noticeably huge when he stands that way. I close my eyes and continue bobbing and stoking his meat. I can feel my throat begin to open and my mouth start to water the longer I stay on his dick and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little turned on. I must have been doing a good job because Jack was getting very verbal.



"Hellll yea, Cam! Just like that! Godddd! You suck dick better than any girl I've ever fucked. You sure you haven't done this before? You sure you're not gay?"



I don't reply. Before I can even say anything, I feel Jack's hand on the back of my head. He forcefully thrusts his dick down my throat. I immediately begin gagging and coughing, begging for air. Smacking his thighs, trying to get away.



"Atta boy! Take it! Take it!!" Jack yells.



He releases my head and I fall off his dick, completely out of breath. "What....the...fuck bro?"



"Cmon, Cam. You know you liked that. And you're gonna love what comes next."







I wipe my mouth. The collar of my black shirt dripping in spit. Jack starts walking toward me and grabs me by my shirt and lifts it over my head.



"Not bad, Cam. I can tell you're in the gym...at least a little."



I blush. I'm not as ripped as I used to be. I know that. And Jack is completely shredded which just makes me feel that much worse. I can see jack looking me over and inspecting me before instructing, "Drop the pants. Let's see the rest."



I'm a little hesitant. Not only because of the situation itself, but also because I'm not as big as Jack. I somewhat slowly lower my pants and underwear and my hard dick pops out as my pants fall to my ankles. I can hear Jack immediately start laughing. "God, I knew you'd like it!" he says. I step out of my pants. Even I'm surprised I'm hard.







"Now get over on the couch and bend over and lemme see that ass." Jack says as he points to the couch.



"What? No. Sucking dick is one thing, but getting fucked is something else entirely." I say.



Jack grabs my harm and forces me on the couch. "Shut uppppp. It'll be fine. That hard dick tells me everything I need to know about how much you'll like what you're about to get."



My knees are pressed firmly into the cushions of the leather couch and I look over the back of the couch into the empty kitchen. I can hear the drawer to the table where I sat my drink open and close and can feel Jack rub what I can only assume is lube on my hole. I've never had my hole played with, not even by me, but I can't deny his hands and finger grazing my hole feels pretty good. Then I feel the head of Jack's warm dick press against my hole.



"Now, don't freak out Cam. This is gonna hurt for a bit, but not long." Jack tells me.



I don't have time to ask anything before he starts to press into my ass. And Jack lied. I feel like he might kill me.



"FFUUUCCCKKKKKKK JACKKKKK STOPPP NO NO UGHHHH STOPPP!!"



Jack presses my head into the couch, "Shut up and take this dick, faggot!"



"NO JACK PLEASEE I CANT!!"



Jack never even hesitates. He grabs my ass and thrusts deep inside me. It feels like he is splitting me open. I swear I can feel his dick all the way up in my chest. I feel his pelvis on my ass cheeks and his balls grind against my ass.



"Atta boy. I told you that you could take it!" Jack says with some attitude. "Now, get ready for the fucking of your life!"



He pulls back almost to the head and then shoves back in. My ass loosening and becoming more accepting with every thrust. After what seems like an eternity, but was probably just 5-10 mins, it doesn't hurt as bad and might even kinda feel good. Jack plans his hands on the upper part of my ass and forces me to arch my back.



"There you go. You gotta know how to arch that back if you're gonna do this professionally. Jack coaches.



Jack starts to build up a rhythm and I can feel his pelvis really starting to slam against my ass. I can feel his low-hanging balls slapping against my skin and unbelievably, I let out moan.



"Owwhhhh, fuck Jack." It surprises me. I can't believe I'm enjoying this.



I can feel Jack automatically get more forceful. Every thrust delivered with authority slamming my face into the couch. I can feel the sweat from his forehead dripping down on my lower back and he continually pipes my hole. As the fucking gets more forceful and more aggressive, I hear Jack calling out.



"FUCK, OHHHH FUCKK CAM. YOU'RE GONNA MAKE...UGHHH YOU'RE GONNA MAKE..."



Jack pulls out of me in what seems like an instant and he flips me over. Before I know it, Jack is straddling my face, jerking his massive meat.



"OPEN YOUR MOUTH! STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE!"



I follow Jack's command and before I can even take a breath I can feel Jack explode all over my face and mouth, his cum a mix of salty and sweet. His nut incredibly thick and sticky, Rope after rope coating my face and filling my mouth. I can hear Jack moaning and breathing deep and trembling.



"Wow, Cam. Just...wow." Jack smacks my cum covered face with his softening cock. "Make sure you swallow that."



I wipe everything I can into my mouth and swallow it. Opening my mouth and showing him I've followed instructions. He gets off my chest and start putting his clothes back on.



"You're gonna do great, Cam. Get dressed and go home and get some rest and meet me back here tomorrow at 10am. I think you're ready for your first job."







And that's really how it all started.....





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Part 2: My first job. Justin Bieber.



After my session with Jack I went back home. As I drove in the darkness I was sore as hell, and still trying to comprehend what just happened. “Am I some kind of whore now?” I thought to myself. My whole way back to my sister’s house my mind was racing a mile a minute. I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around what had happened and what the future had in store for me.

As I snuck back in my sister’s house, I was thankful that the house was quiet and everyone was asleep. I took my clothes off and jumped in the shower, cleaning myself and feeling just exactly what Jack had done to my hole. Definitely didn’t feel that way before. As I got in bed and dozed off, I couldn’t help but be a little excited about what tomorrow would hold.





I woke up the next morning around 9:15AM. “Just enough time to get ready and meet back up with Jack.” I thought to myself. I went through my morning routine of rinsing off and brushing my teeth and then slipping on some yellow shorts a blue tshirt and some slides. I grabbed my keys to my Range and headed down the road to Jack’s house.



The closer I got to his house the more nervous I got. I could feel my heart racing and by the time I got to his driveway it felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Regardless of how I felt, I knew I needed the money and the clout. Apparently, there was only one way back to the top. I went up the steps and knocked on the door. It wasn’t long before Jack answered the door.

“Hey! Right on time, come on in.” Jack said with a smile.

I walked inside as he shut the door. It looked like he hadn’t done anything since last night. He was still in the boxer briefs he wore last night and that was literally all he was wearing.

“So, what’s the plan? I asked hesitantly.

“You let me worry about the plan. You get over here and suck this dick.” Jack remarked as he grabbed his dick through his black underwear.

“What? I thought you were gonna hook me up with some other people to get money and clout and shoutouts? What’s the deal? This isn’t what I agreed to.”

Jack scoffed at me, “Listen, when I get you a job you should be thankful. Now get over here and get on your knees.”

I didn’t really feel like I had a choice so I went over and knelt in front of him.

“There you go, Cam. Now, just like last night.” He said as he smacked my cheek.

I pulled his underwear to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I wrapped my lips around his cock again and started bobbing up and down his thick, veiny cock. I brought my left hand to his shaved balls and caressed them as I started working my way farther and farther down his shaft. It wasn’t long before I had his entire dick slicked up pretty good with my spit and I started hitting my nose against his pubes, Jack didn’t say anything this time. No instruction needed apparently and before too long I could feel his legs trembling.

“Fuuuuck, Cam. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m gonnaaaa.”

And with that, I felt him blow that load down my throat. Not quite as big as last night, but still pretty big all things considering. I swallowed his thick cum and then looked up at him and opened my mouth and showed him my tongue.

“See. You’re a pro already.” Jack wiped my chin and told me to get up that we had to go.



We got in his car as Jack looked at me. “You ready?”

“Yea, I think so. Where are we going?”

Jack just kind of grinned and said, “you’ll find out.”

As we pulled into the parking lot I immediately recongnized the place. It was one of the nicest recording studios in LA. “Why the fuck would he bring me here?” I thought to myself. Jack hopped out and told me to wait in the car. As I waited, I looked around gathering any clues I could to determine what we were doing here. A couple people flowed out of the building and then I saw Jack and he waved me inside. I got out of the car and approached the door. Jack looked at me square in the eye and said, “Second door on the left. He’s pretty rough. So, prepare yourself.”



“Pretty rough? What the hell was that supposed to mean?” I thought to myself. I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown and Jack headed back to the car and the door shut behind me as I walked inside. As soon as I walked in the studio was dark. Looked like it was just dimly lit throughout with hints of blue and red lighting along the walls and ceiling. I walked a little farther and found the second door on the left. I opened it and didn’t immediately see anyone. I saw some instruments, a couch and some chairs, but nobody in the room.

“Hello? Anybody here?”

“Yea. About time you showed up.” I saw a figure get up from the couch, but couldn’t quite make out who it was. “Cameron Dallas. A common whore now. And I’m the first client. Guess I should be thrilled, huh?” The figure got up from the couch and walked closer to me. And as he approached me, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Justin Bieber.

“Justin? What the hell, man? You’re married.”

“I don’t pay you to tell me things I already know, faggot.” Justin grabbed my head and pulled me into his mouth and shoving his tongue inside before pulling away. “Oh, yea. I’m gonna have fun with you.”

I stumbled backward a little bit toward the wall. Justin continued to approach me taking his shirt off over his head as he walked to me revealing his softly chiseled body and tattoos.

“You for real right now, bro?” I ask. Justin closed in and started feeling under my shirt.

“Hell yea, I’m for real bitch!”

In one quick motion he ripped my shirt over my head and pushed me down. My back against the wall. I looked at the floor and could hear him fiddling with his pants. As I looked back up, Justin’s rock hard, fat cock was in my face. Maybe not as long as Jack, but every bit as thick. And he was very proud of it. Which he had every right to be. He began wagging it in my face. “You want this dick, don’t you boy?” He asked.

I nodded my head in agreement, “Yea, lemme tast….”

Before I could get the words out of my mouth, Justin shoved his fat cock in the back of my throat. He didn’t give me time to warm up or get used to it or anything. Just shoved it right down my throat. I began gagging hard. It really felt like he might pump his dick out the backside of my head. I could feel spit run down my chin to my chest.

He fucked my throat with a very rhythmic back and forth. Almost as if he was considering this some sort of dance, only with his dick in my mouth. As Justin began to fuck harder and harder I could feel the back of my head start to hit against the wall. To prevent him from giving my a concussion, I pressed my head up against the wall. I couldn’t go back any father, but at least he wasn’t busting my head anymore. The whole time, I could hear him grunt and groan above me. “Fuuuuckkk yea, Cameron you stupid, broke bitch! Take this cock!”

I reached up with one hand and cradled his nuts. “Damn! Those are some heavy fucking nuts!” I thought to myself as Justin continued ramming my throat. Justin pulled his cock from my mouth and long strands of my spit hung from my mouth to the tip of his dick. He looked down at me, “you like those nuts too, huh? Suck em!”

My face still reddened from Justin’s brutal face-fucking, I gently moved myself off the wall a little and under his fat cock to his low hanging balls. I began by sucking the left one in my mouth first. “Warm and salty” I thought to myself. I sucked his balls into my mouth individually running my tongue over them both. I raised my right hand to Justin’s dick and began stroking him while I sucked his nuts, I could feel his legs tremble as the fine hair on his thighs started to raise. Justin tilted his head back as I pleasured him. My stroking getting faster and his balls drenched in my spit.

“Hurry! Put your mouth on it! Put your mouth on it!!” Justin said.

He yanked me by my hair from his balls to his cock and just as I had gotten my lips around the head of his cock he exploded. I heard him moan like an animal above me, his body convulsing. The inside of my mouth being completely covered in his thick load. As he finished, I slowly resumed bobing my head and and down his cock. Gliding over it slowly, keeping his cum in my mouth. I pulled off the head of his cock and looked up at him, and had become my signature, opened my mouth and showed him the load he’d just put in me. “Swallow it.” Justin commanded. I did as I was told and never breaking eye contact with him opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue showing that I’d done exactly as I was told.

No sooner had I shown him his cum was gone had he grabbed me by my hair and thrown me over the back of the couch. He got behind me and feverishly tore my pants off, never saying a word. I felt him pause briefly before he got on his knees and plunged his tongue into my hole.

“Whooaaaaa, fuck Justin!” I came up off the couch a little. I admit, I wasn’t really expecting him to eat my ass. But it felt amazing. His warm tongue felt like velvet against my hole. I grabbed the leather of the couch as Justin grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them hard as he tongue fucked my hole. As I was there, bent over the couch, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous of Hailey. If he was eating my ass and making it feel this good, I can only imagine how he ate her pussy. I felt Justin pull his tongue out of my ass and spit on my hole. And then I felt him stand behind me and slap his cock against my hole the way he had done against my face earlier. And again, without a single word, I felt him push inside me.

I lifted my head as I felt his thick inches open me up. “FUUUCCKKKK JUSTIN!!” I shouted. I slammed my fist against the couch and then hid my face in the cushions moaning as kept pushing deeper and deeper into my ass. I felt him run his hand up my back and to my shoulder grabbing me hard.

“You like that, don’t you faggot!?! You like my dick deep in you! SAY IT!” Justin got loud, almost to the point of shouting at me as he got his entire length in me.

“Yes! Yes, I like it! Please let me have it!” I whimpered.

“Oh, I know you like it. And you’re gonna love THIS!” Justin wasted no time as he began to mercilessly rail my ass. He began slamming into me with a ferocity I had never seen before (even in porn) and certainly had never felt before. I could hear the sound of his balls smacking my ass fill the recording studio and I couldn’t help but scream.

“FUUCKKKK JUSTIN OOHHH MYYY….” And before I could finish my sentence, his hand had covered my mouth.

“Shut up you little bitch! I’m not giving you anything you weren’t dying to get!”

I whimpered into his hand as this international pop superstar completely abused my ass. As quickly and ferociously as he had started slamming my ass, he pulled out and took a handful over my hair and threw me on my back on the couch. He grabbed my legs and pulled my ass up on the arm of the side. And instantly, he shoved his cock back inside me. He looked me right in my eyes. I could see the animalistic nature of him on full display. His body rippling, the sweat coming down his forehead. He was doing exactly what he was built for. Not singing, but fucking.

He bent over me slightly while he continued pumping me full of his cock and placed his hand around my throat. “Justin no…” I started to say before he put a finger over his own mouth and shushed me, “You don’t ever tell me no, Cam. I’m the boss here!” His grip around my throat tightened as he railed away on me. I could see in his eyes that he enjoyed treating me like nothing more than a fuck object. And it was in that moment that I decided to let him do with me whatever he pleased. My face reddened from the choking and that’s when I heard him start moaning, “FUuuuckk. Get ready, Cam! Get ready!” Justin screamed and then he exhaled and I felt my insides flooded with his warm cum. His cock pulsing so hard inside me I could feel every rope coat my guts. He thrusted into me a few more times, giving me everything he had before pulling out of me and wiping his brow.

“Sit up.” He told me. And I did, trying my best not to let anything leak out. Justin pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of us together from the chest up.

“Now go on, get outta here.” Justin told me.

I sat on the arm of the couch, still naked. “What? Don’t I get money from you or something?”

Justin laughed and looked at his phone and then showing me the screen. He had posted the picture of the 2 of us in his story with a hashtag #HellOfAWorkout w/ @camerondallas.”

“There. That’s your payment relevancy. Now get your shit and go or I won’t have you back.’

I grabbed my things and started putting them back on.

As I was walking out the door I realized what a job the world’s biggest popstar had done on my ass. But I couldn’t help but think that I deserved a full post on Insta and not just a shoutout in his story. Maybe next time, I thought.

I hopped back up in the Range with Jack where he was looking at his phone. “You must have done alright, Cam. Shoutout to 20M people is a pretty big deal.”

“I guess.” I said a bit despondently.

“Keep your head up. He’s a regular customer. Be on your best behavior, learn your new craft and who knows what’s in store for you.” Jack said with a grin as we rode off back to my sister’s house.

 

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Part 3: Shawn Mendes

It had been several days since I last talked to Jack. He really hadn’t said much of anything to me since we left Justin’s studio. When he dropped me off he just told me to stay ready that he could call at any time and I needed to be ready to go. I sat around the house the next few days, but since he didn’t call or text, I went about living my life. A group of friends and I had taken up golf as a way to pass the time and something to bet on. And that’s where I was when I got the call.



I saw my phone ringing in the cart. I picked it up and it was Jack. I stepped away from the guys I was playing with and answered. “Hello?” Jack didn’t waste any time, “Where are you?” he asked. I looked over my shoulders and quietly answered, “I’m downtown. LA Country Club. Why?” I could sense that Jack was in a hurry, “I’m 15 mins out. Be at the clubhouse. Ready to go. Got a client for you.” Before I could even protest at the short notice, Jack cut in again, “I mean it Cam. 15 mins.”



I told the guys I had a meeting to take on short notice and that I’d have to catch them later. They gave me an adequate amount of grief, but seemed to understand as I hopped in the golf cart and made my way back to the clubhouse. Just as I pulled in the parking lot of the clubhouse, I could see Jack’s Range Rover as he made a beeline to the front of the building. I could tell he saw me as he honked the horn and hurried me over. I opened the door and hopped in closing the door behind me. “Damn, Jack! What’s the rush man?” Jack looked over to me as we sped away from the clubhouse. “We’re on a tight timeline. I gotta get you across town.”



I’d never seen Jack like this before. He was obviously stressing like it was a big deal that he get me somewhere, but I’d already fucked Justin Bieber, so I wasn’t sure how much bigger it could get. I slunked in my seat not wanting to agitate him any further when he looked over at me. “You forgetting something, Cam?” I looked over myself, checked my pockets. I knew I had everything. “No, I don’t think so.” I replied. Jack smirked. “My dick you idiot. I get you a job, you suck my dick!” I looked at him and grinned. “Right now? While you’re driving?” Jack didn’t say a word. He just grabbed himself and I knew he meant right now.



I reached across the center console of the Range Rover and replaced his hand with mine on his dick. He was surprisingly soft. I unzipped him and unbuttoned the top button of his pants and pulled out his soft 5.5 inch dick. Soft or hard didn’t seem to matter, his dick was impressive either way. I pulled myself from my seat and leaned over the gear shift and put my head in his lap and brought my lips to his cock. I sucked him into my mouth with a loud slurp that seemed to fill the car and almost as instantly as I tasted his sweaty meatstick I could feel him start to get hard. For some reason, being able to feel his cock harden in my mouth excited me. As he got harder and I worked my way up and down his shaft, his thick cock started to fill my throat. I felt his familiar hand on the back of my head and he pressed me down to the base of his cock. I gagged a little, but Jack said nothing. Instead choosing to focus on the road.



By the time he returned both hands to the wheel I had his cock (and his pants and seat) covered in my spit. I started taking just the first half of his cock while stroking his base in rhythm with my mouth. I could feel his balls tighten and his breathing began to labor. Jack barely uttered a sound, but I could feel him start to pulse and his warm seed began filling my mouth again. It seemed that he really enjoyed me swallowing his load and by this point I didn’t mind at all. I slowed down my pace while I let him finish and I felt the car come to a stop.



Jack pulled me up from his lap and barely looked at me. “We’re here.” I looked at him making sure he was pleased and I couldn’t tell. I hoped I hadn’t done a bad job. But how could I when he’d just cum in my throat? It couldn’t have been that bad.



“You’ll need this.” Jack threw a lanyard at me and unlocked the door. That was the first time I’d looked out the windows. It was the Staples Center. I looked down at the lanyard. It read “Shawn Mendes- Backstage Pass”. There must have been a look of total shock that came over my face because Jack looked at me and said, “Don’t let me down.” And unlocked the car door. I hopped out of Jack’s car and shut the door. Jack lowered the passenger window. “Hey, Cameron!” he shouted. “When you’re done here tell Shawn to get you a car and send you back to my place.” I nodded to let him know I understood and he drove off.



I walked to a backdoor of the Staples Center where I showed my lanyard to a security guard who let me in and motioned me to the left. I walked down a narrow well-lit hallway adorned with pictures of Lakers teams, and musical superstars throughout history. And there at the end of the hallway was an unsuspecting door with the name “SAHWN MENDES” in big bold letters. I knocked and opened the door a little, “Hello? Shawn?” I couldn’t see much, but I did hear a voice, “Yea? Come in.”



I walked inside and shut the door behind me. I looked around. The room was nice. Bright white walls, more pictures hanging everywhere. A big mirror and chair on one side of the room, a more relaxed couch and mini bar on the other side. And that’s when I saw Shawn coming from an adjoining room. It must have been a bathroom as he came out in a white towel wrapped around his waist, his body glistening and wet. It had been a long time since I’d seen him. We weren’t MAGCON kids anymore. But even back then, I hadn’t seen him like this. He’d filled out since I last saw him. Hair was longer, chest bigger with just a small sprinkling of hair across his pecs, his abs tighter than ever and his biceps were bulging. I caught his eye and he grinned at me. “So, the rumors are true, huh?” He said. I looked down at my shoes a little embarrassed that while his career had taken off, mine had stagnated and I was out being a whore to get by. I raised my head and looked at him, “Yea, I know. Who would have ever thought I’d be an escort?”



Shawn looked at me confused. “An escort? I meant the rumors about you taking up golf.” He said as he pointed to my outfit. I looked down at my shorts and polo shirt. Being dressed so obviously as a golfer, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yea, those rumors are true. Golf is harder than it looks!” Shawn nodded in agreement. Then he looked me square in the eye and said, almost sadly, “Other rumors are too, huh?” I shook my head up and down, “Yea. Those too.”

The room grew quiet. Not sure if it was tension, awkwardness or pity. But Shawn walked to me. My head lowered, he put his finger under my chin and brought my eyes up to his. “It’s ok. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He leaned in and kissed me gently. The type of kiss I’d shared with girls many times in several relationships I’d had in the past. He tenderly slipped his tongue in my mouth and for a brief moment it was like I was back with someone I’d shared a deep relationship with. I felt his hand run down my thigh to my dick. I was hard as a rock as he stroked me through my shorts. He pulled away and instantly I was reminded of the situation I was in. I was brought here to pleasure him.



Shawn dropped his towel to the ground. He was massive. 9.5 inches at the least. Fully engorged and sticking straight out at me. I looked at him and he looked back at me and grinned. I licked my lips and began to get on my knees when he stopped me. He stood me up and looked at me like I was his. “When I heard you were doing this I had to get in on it. I had the biggest crush on you when we were doing MAGCON.” I felt him playing with the button on my shorts and then my zipper. I was totally confused, “I, uhhh, I didn’t know….” Shawn cut me off. “ I know. Don’t worry about it. I never told anybody. But I’ve wanted you forever!” As my shorts dropped to the ground Shawn wasted no times as he pulled my polo over my head and tossed it across the room. Shawn dropped to his knees and helped me out and my shoes and through my shorts across the room near my shirt. He looked up at me. Massaging my cock in my Calvins. He smiled ear to ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day!”



With that Shawn pulled my Calvins to my thighs and let my cock spring out. Before I could say a word Shawn had already started licking my balls. His warm tongue felt so good gliding across my balls and I winced a little as he sucked them into his mouth one at a time. I looked down and he looked up at me and smiled. He moved to the head of my cock and in one motion took my dick to the base. Burying his head in my neatly trimmed pubes. I couldn’t help but moan. My eyes rolled back in my head a little as I looked up at the ceiling as Shawn started to bob his head on my cock. His pace became relentless. Even of the girls I’d been with, I’d never had someone suck my dick the way he did. Like mine was the last cock on earth and he was starving. He continued to play with my balls the entire time, massaging and tugging them. Before I even knew what was happening I could feel my cock start to squirt my load in his mouth. I tried to pull back, “”Oh, shit! I’m sorry! I’m sor…”. Shawn grabbed my ass with both hands forcing my cock in his throat ensuring that I would finish in his mouth.



As I shot my last rope into Shawn’s mouth, I could feel him swallow it all down. He gently bobbed his head up and down my shaft a few more times before pulling my dick out and kissing the head of his cock. He stood up and looked at me; grabbing my dick as he did, “I hope you have a lot more where that came from…” he said seductively and pulled me by my cock to the couch. Once there, Shawn bent over the arm of the couch. He looked back at me, “You ever eaten ass?” he asked. I shook my head, “I think I can handle it.” I dropped to my knees, parted Shawn’s cheeks, and dove my tongue into his pink hole. Immediately Shawn was moaning and writhing around the couch in pleasure. He was way more vocal and expressive than I imagined. I used all my tricks on his hole. I flicked my tongue, ran it around his hole in circles, went through the alphabet in motion with my tongue against his hole, I sucked his ass, licked from his balls and back to his hole and fingered him. While it seemed like I had just started, I could tell just from the amount of spit on his hole that I had been eating his ass for several minutes when Shawn started moaning out, “Fuck me, Cam! Stick it in! I wanna feel you!”



I was taken aback initially. I wasn’t even sure if that was something I was allowed to do. Neither Jack nor Justin had let me fuck them and they certainly didn’t ask. Nevertheless, here Shawn was, begging me to fuck him. And since he’s the client and he’s asking me to, I don’t guess there’s anything wrong with it.



I stood up, placed the head of my cock against his hole, and gently pressed inside him. My god did he feel good! His ass swallowed my cock inch by inch until my balls rested against the pale, fair skin of his ass. I chucked a bit, “Fuuuckkk.” I moaned out. I grabbed Shawn by his hips and started to pump into him. Slowly at first but building up more speed the longer I fucked him. Eventually, Shawn’s ass was taking everything I could give him. It must have sounded like a jackhammer to anyone outside the room. My thrusts were powerful and direct. Every ounce of energy I had going into giving Shawn the fuck he so desperately wanted. And Shawn was loving it. He moaned like a bitch. He sounded like some of the girlfriends I had in the past. Moaning out and crying for my dick. Every thrust inside him made him weaker it seemed. Like he just couldn’t get enough of me. Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time inside him. Breeding him. Shawn moaned out, “Yeaaaaa, Cameron! Fuck! Gimme your fucking cum!” I slowed down and wiped my forehead out of breath.



Shawn stood up, my hard cock falling out of his hole. He turned me around and I fell over the arm of the couch. Shawn grabbed me by my thighs and pulled my ass up on the arm of the couch. He reached down behind the couch and grabbed a bottle of lube. He popped the cap, shot some lube into his hand before rubbing it on his cock, and fingered some into my ass. He positioned his enormous cock on my hole and said, “My turn.” Shawn pressed inside me faster than I would have liked. “FUUUCCKKK!” I yelped, but he smiled and slowed down. He pressed his index finger to my lips, “Shhhhh. I’ll take care of you.” And he did. He slowly rocked his cock in me back and forth, opening me up before finally pushing all of his enormous cock up inside me. My toes curled as he moved back and forth. Shawn was definitely a passionate lover. He rubbed my legs as he pumped me and brought my foot to his mouth. As he would continue to slowly fuck me, he’d bring my toes into his mouth and suck them.



Admittedly, it didn’t matter what happened from this point forward. Shawn Mendes was giving me the best sex of my life. Shawn put my foot down and grabbed my thighs again throwing my legs over his shoulder and he stared at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen all day. And then he began to speed up. The “plop, plop, plop” of his balls against my ass reverberated throughout the room. I bit my bottom lip as he pounded away into my hole. He was so deep I swear I thought he might massage my lungs or hit my heart. I couldn’t help myself and longer, I grabbed his hand and begged for it, “PLEAASSSEEE FUCK ME SHAWN!! BREED ME! MAKES ME YOURS!!” I knew I sounded like a bitch, but I didn’t care. In that moment, I wanted to be totally his. Shawn started grunting and then he moaned, “I’M CUMMM…” he hadn’t finished the word before I could feel him erupt. Before I knew it he’d pulled out of my ass, leaving a void inside me and sprayed me with a couple ropes, hitting my abs, chest and chin. Then he’d slam back inside me and pump a couple into me before pulling out again and squirting all over me. By the time he’d finished I was not only full, but covered in his cum.



Exhausted, Shawn nearly collapsed on top of me. He looked at me, “You look pretty hot covered in my cum.” he said. “I’d do that again with you anytime you want. For free.” I said. He grinned and chuckled, “Maybe. Who knows what the future holds.” Shawn looked up at the clock, “Fuck! I’m late! We’ve been fucking 3 hours!” I was shocked. It felt like 3 minutes. But now that he said something I could hear the rumble of thousands of people that had come to see Shawn perform. Shawn jumped off me and threw on some black pants, a sleeveless white top and some boots. He came back over to me where I was still laying covered in his cum, recovering. He licked some of his cum from my chest into his mouth, leaned over, and kissed me. Our tongues meeting and sharing his load. He stood up and smiled. “Until next time.” He said.



“Before you go, I was supposed to ask you to call me a ride and to go to Jack’s house.” Shawn paused, pulled out his phone and looked to send a text. He looked back at me, “A car will be out back waiting for you whenever you’re ready. Take your time. No rush. I’ll see you later.” And with that, he was gone. I laid on that couch for a few more minutes taking in all that had just happened and how much I had enjoyed it. Was I gay? Bi? Did I enjoy it that much just because it was Shawn? I had so many questions. I got up, cleaned off and put my clothes back on. I peeked outside Shawn’s dressing room to see an empty hallway. I saw myself out the way I had coming in. Sure enough, as Shawn said, there was a black SUV waiting for me. Even though I had so many questions running through my head, only one stuck out in that moment, why did Jack need me back at his house?

 

Ha! I posted the last one just 30 minutes ago! Lol

 

Thanks for all the support guys. I’m working on something new for you guys now.

One question I do have for someone that might be a longer LPSG member than me, can I update the poll question? If so, how do I go about doing that?

 

Yes. New chapter coming soon.