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“You’ve never heard of a kink??? Have you not spent a day online in your life?” Nobara asked, a bottle of wine still in her hand.
“I have,” Megumi was beginning to get irritated, “I use it for research and for book recommendations though, not for… whatever a ‘kink’ is like you do.”
Megumi had joined his longtime friend and colleague, Nobara Kugisaki, for dinner and a drink at her apartment. She asked him to come over that night because she wanted advice on some clothes she recently bought, and she knew Megumi would be brutally honest in telling her what he thought. As it often happened though, he ended up staying over for dinner. Only this time, they opened a couple bottles too many.
“There’s a whole worlddddd out there, Megumi,” she continued on, “you know, I found out I first liked girls thanks to music videos.”
“That’s cute, but how does that have anything to do with the kink conversation?”
“Just sayin’, by exploring different kinks you might find something you enjoy too, something you might not have thought of before…” She gulped down the remaining wine and put down the empty bottle in front of them.
Megumi sighed, “Fine then, I’ll humour this, but no way am I doing it in front of you.”
“Oh please don’t, just as long as you update me on any discovery, wink wink.” Nobara grinned, and Megumi rolled his eyes in return.
“Sure, whatever. See you Sunday then.” He got up and started putting on his shoes.
“You got the full day off tomorrow, plenty of time to explore,” Nobara said, struggling to walk straight but heading over to the door regardless, “I better receive some information by Sunday."
Megumi turned around, gritting his teeth, and replied “No way you think we’ll talk about this at work.”
“You’re so boring, afraid to get fired?” She teased, sitting down on the floor beside him, “You can rest assured, no beach shack is gonna fire a pretty face like yours.”
“Shut up.”
“Whatever, see you Sunday!” Nobara flashed a smile, a little crooked but full of care.
The night was warm and humid. It was the beginning of June, and wearing a long sleeved shirt, although matched with some jorts, was a bad choice, despite the sun having already set.
Megumi got home after only a ten minute walk and immediately took off his clothes, completely drenched in sweat. He roamed his apartment in his boxers, the wood was cool against his feet and the light breeze coming from the open window was slowly helping him get over the heat. He grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and positioned himself on the couch, his laptop open in front of him and resting on his thighs.
Right, let’s get this over with.
Megumi checked out various kink and bdsm websites that night. He was intent on proving to Nobara he had done his research and she was wrong, there was nothing here for him. He came across blogs where people would discuss their kinks, and there were various communities formed based on shared sexual preferences, which seemed crazy to Megumi. He read and read all the different blog posts, all the different reddit forums, and aside from being intrigued he didn’t feel particularly ‘turned on’ by anything. He came to the realization there was a heavy no-judging mentality within the community, which he liked, and there was truly something for everyone out there.
He decided to check out one last website before bed. It was also a blog, only slightly different than the ones he had already visited. Here, you could make a profile and post whatever was on your mind, but also upload various videos.
Everything was tagged, so to distinguish and categorize all the various kinks people might want to watch or discuss. He scrolled through the tags section mindlessly, seeing if something would catch his attention. And something did.
Food play.
What the fuck could that possibly be about.
Out of curiosity, he clicked.
He was met with a series of posts about personal experiences or general discussions, which Megumi quickly skimmed through. He came across a video, published only two hours prior.
The cover showed a man standing in front of a counter, with some ingredients in front of him. You couldn’t see his face, only his collarbones down to his crotch. His body looked sculpted: he had prominent collarbones, large pecs and chiseled abs. Megumi couldn't help but click on it, while also reaching for a sip of his water.
The video starts off, and the angle of the camera made it impossible for Megumi not to notice his roughed up hands and his veiny arms, now in the foreground. The man in frame begins by placing both his hands on the countertop, flexing his muscles. Behind the screen, Megumi gulped as he kept watching.
“Welcome to today’s cooking video. I’ll be making penne alla vodka without any utensils. Be a good boy and keep your eyes on the screen for me, you might actually learn something.”
His voice was raspy, deep, trying to mask his enthusiasm. Megumi couldn’t take his eyes off the screen as the man lowered his apron, enough to show his v-line and carefully trimmed brown pubes.
As he began to cook, Megumi noticed he was using his hands for everything, and was making a mess of himself. Was this all? A food kink was just cooking and getting filthy?
He pried open the tins of tomato sauce, and poured them both in the pan. Some of it splattered all over his chest, and he began spreading it even more with his right hand.
With every new action, he announced to the viewer what he was doing and why. Megumi guessed you could use this as an actual cooking tutorial, but he was way too distracted to even think about the different steps he just watched. His voice was husky, alluring, and his tone was always low. He didn’t think a cooking video could be this seductive.
Fuck.
As he continued making the sauce, his chest got messier and messier. He would aggressively wipe his hands on his apron, dragging it more and more down as he did, but his fingers would get dirty again after only a few seconds.
Megumi was actually beginning to get flustered, fast. He started sweating, and the laptop light made his moist chest glisten in front of him.
The erection in his boxers started growing, and Megumi lightly placed his hand on it, beginning to stroke his needy cock. The fabric of his boxers quickly started to get wet too.
Once he was done with the sauce, he dipped his ring finger in it. He leaned across the island counter and lowered his face just enough to show his mouth. He had a scar on the corner of his left lip, fully healed by now. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, slowly licking his ring finger from his knuckle to the tip of his fingernail. Then he licked his pinky finger too, slowly at first and then picking up the pace. His tongue moved around both fingers, going from knuckles to fingertips and back to knuckles again, until every trace of the sauce was completely gone.
“Oh shit…” Megumi’s erection was now throbbing, and he could see his tip peeking through the elastic of his boxers. Soon, caressing it through the fabric wasn’t gonna cut it anymore.
The man then stuck both fingers in his throat, pushing them so deep he started gagging, and Megumi mirrored his movements with his own ring and pinky finger, shoving them both in his mouth and licking them too, while continuing to palp himself with his right hand.
The man continued to suck on them for a full minute, and so did Megumi, imagining it was his fingers the man behind the screen was gagging on.
When he took them out of his mouth, a string of spit followed. He placed his elbows on the counter and kept his fingers a couple centimeters from his mouth, saliva still connecting them to his lower lip.
“Wanna see me make dessert too? Then sign up to-”
Megumi had never paid for porn, but this was seriously stronger than him.
It seemed like it was actually an adult film. After signing up on the profile for the lowest tier, Megumi saw a bunch of locked videos appear on his page. He opened the sequel video, able to recognise the same filthy apron from before on the cover, and was met with a whole new set of ingredients in front of him. Ingredients that could not possibly be combined to make a meal. He had whipped cream, caramel sauce, a cucumber, and some… figs?
In this video, the man spoke a lot more and addressed the audience directly, which wasn’t good news for Megumi’s dick.
He started by grabbing the unpeeled cucumber and covering it in caramel sauce. Megumi watched attentively, glued to the screen not wanting to miss a thing.
The man’s mouth was in shot again, as he stuck the cucumber deep in his mouth and started sucking it off with the filthiest of moans.
“Bet you wish this was your throbbing cock huh? well bad luck” He said between gags. Megumi could see his wet tongue move on every corner of the cucumber, licking it clean of all the sauce on it. He stood up and hastily shoved down his boxers to mid thigh.
He popped off the cucumber shortly after. He was panting, his chin and lips were covered in saliva and the corners of his lips had some residual caramel sauce.
Megumi licked his hand and started moving it slowly on his cock.
“Don’t touch yourself yet, don’t you wanna come together?”
His purring voice stopped Megumi’s actions. He was in too deep, and the man might as well be whispering in his ear now.
“It’s okay, you can resist a little more no? That’s my boy."
That’s my boy. What the actual fuck.
So Megumi kept his hand on his cock, but stopped moving it. White liquid had started coming out from the tip, and he was seriously starting to get desperate, but he’d do this for the man behind the camera. A man he had never even met.
He took the rest of the caramel sauce and poured it all over his right hand, so much it started dripping on the counter island in front of him. Then he poured some whipped cream on top of that same hand, and started spreading the sticky mess on his chest, covering every angle. He lowered the camera even more with his free hand, and Megumi could see the print of his cock right on his messy apron.
“If you were here, I’d want you to lick this off my abs, making a mess of yourself, and I wouldn’t give you permission to touch me until you were done.”
Megumi was about to explode. He started wondering if it was possible for him to come without even touching himself, cause that was seriously starting to look like a possibility.
The man suddenly untied his apron and he let it fall to the ground, his throbbing cock now fully on display on Megumi’s screen. It was girthy, had a long vein crossing its left side, and was dripping with precum. He couldn't help but imagine himself there, licking the mix of caramel and whipped cream right down to his carefully trimmed pubic hair and making a mess of himself, then using his dirty mouth to swallow that precum and choke on his cock.
He wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.
“Don’t worry, I’m dying to touch myself too, and you’ve been so kind to wait for me, I desperately want to give you the show you deserve.”
Megumi gulped. His face was now completely red and drenched in sweat. His mouth felt dry and was still covered in saliva at the corners, and his chest was sticky from the sweat. He slicked his hair back with his left hand, and kept his eyes on the screen.
“Watch me now,” the man said as he took both filthy hands to pry open a fig. He left half of it on the counter and ate the inside of the other half, until only the peel was left. Then he wrapped it carefully around his cock.
A loud moan escaped him as he took himself in hand, aggressively moving it up and down.
Megumi dug the fingers of his free hand into his own thigh and matched the man’s pace, gaze fixated on the screen and beginning to pant.
“Oh fuck. I’m… gonna.. cum.” The man said between groans, and Megumi bit his lip trying to contain himself, but whimpers still escaped him as his wet hand stroked his dick.
He growled and threw his head back as a low, desperate whine broke from him. Cum burst from the tip of his cock, and he grabbed the remaining half of the fig to collect what was left of the white liquid as it was coming out of him.
Megumi watched, chest heaving, his own hand drenched in cum as he tried to catch his breath.
“Bet you wish you could eat this huh?” The man said, showing the fig dripping with fluid to the camera, still panting.
He did. He did wish he could eat it.
“Well you can’t. I’ll go have dinner then, see you next time.” And his hand reached to turn off the camera.
Megumi was met with his reflection on the now dark screen. His legs were wide open and his hand was still sticky and dripping wet. His whole face and chest were flushed and sweaty, and the moonlight coming from outside made it even more evident as he watched his chest rise and fall, still catching his breath. His hair was slicked back and damp, and he seriously had to freshen up.
Well, it turned out he had discovered something about himself that night after all.
Megumi went to take a shower and dragged himself to bed, afraid going through the channel might leave him wanting to touch himself again.
The following morning he woke up still dazed and confused from the night before. Had it only imagined it? Did he really spend the night edging himself and jerking off to a mystery boy licking caramel off his fingers?
His subscription was still there, and so was his desire to watch more. Couldn’t possibly be more real than this.
He looked through the channel curiously until lunchtime. He didn’t show his face in any video, only the mouth, and each one had a different theme. Megumi noticed there were ones which mainly focused on making a mess and touching himself to it. Others were only cooking videos, still with his toned, muscular body on full display and his apron kept impossibly low. Other ones were a lot more sexual than the ones he saw yesterday, using dildos and cock rings.
Part of what enchanted Megumi about all this, along with his insane body, was his voice. He always sounded sure and confident, with a sultry tone which made him so very flustered. And when he’d praise Megumi, telling him how good he was being through the screen, while whining and losing all composure… He was getting worked up just thinking about it again.
He decided to distract himself by reading a little and meditating. Then for lunch he thought about trying one of the recipes on the man’s channel.
He did pretty well, actually. Megumi had never really cared for cooking, and he was used to losing interest in cooking tutorials pretty quickly, but having a jacked chef cooking semi-naked and telling him he was doing such a good job for him was certainly a good motivator. He followed the instructions as best as he could and ignored his growing erection as long as he could. Of course, everyone had their limits, and Megumi was reaching his. He devoured the delicious food he made and headed to his bedroom. It was another warm summer day, so he turned on the fan and positioned himself on the bed completely naked.
Scrolling through the channel, he found a video that caught his attention. It was a short one, only ten minutes long, and the preview showed the man holding a cone of neapolitan ice-cream, which had already begun melting on his fingers.
Megumi clicked without a second thought, and grabbed some lube from his bottom drawer.
The video began with the man panting on camera, chest completely covered in sweat and wearing baggy short basketball trousers.
“Hey everyone, I just came back from a run and I’m in desperate need to be cooled off, so I got this neapolitan ice-cream. I don’t plan on eating it though.”
Megumi gulped as he watched the man prop the camera against some furniture and get on his knees. He lowered his trousers to his ankles, and his half-hard cock was now practically in the center of the screen, then he sat down.
He held the ice-cream horizontally in front of him and started sucking and licking the tip of the cone. It was messy, his drool falling onto his thighs and his ice-cream dripping all onto his fingers and making its way onto his forearm.
Megumi groaned. He must have felt so sticky, Megumi could lick it clean for him. He squeezed some lube onto his index and middle finger and grabbed his cock. The cold contrast of the lube against his already flushed skin made him wince for a second, but he found pleasure in that too.
“I bet you wished this was you huh… having my rough tongue against your hard cock would make you finish instantly I’m sure.” He spoke, voice deep and needy. “You’d want me to slobber all over your hands as you hold my chin high and look into my eyes.”
“Holy shit…” Megumi whined in the solitude of his apartment, wishing the man behind the screen could hear him. He was trying to work his dick as slow as possible so he could wait until the boy came, but this was making it seriously hard for him.
“Hold on a little more for me okay? I’m about to fuck this ice-cream cone.”
He was about to what.
Once he finished tonguing the cone, he moved closer to the camera and licked his fingers clean.
Then he grabbed the cone and positioned it above his rock hard cock, which looked like it was begging to be touched.
Megumi’s own dick was also pulsing, and beads of sweat started falling from his forehead onto his abdomen. There was something about these videos that always got him so worked up, much more than he ever felt watching regular gay porn.
The boy started moving the ice-cream onto the tip of his dick and, although the ice-cream had already started to melt, the cold still made him groan.
“Fuck… this is exactly what I needed to cool off.”
After moving it around his tip, teasing himself, he shoved it down the length too, until his tip reached the end of the cone.
“I’m gonna start touching myself now, I’m getting really desperate for release and I really want you to come for me.”
Oh Megumi could definitely do that.
The man grabbed his dick and broke the ice-cream wafer that was sitting on it. He moaned as he moved his hand from the tip to the base of his cock, covered in now half-melted ice-cream. With his spare hand he started sucking on his fingers and running them from his lips to his neck back to his lips.
Megumi quickly picked up his pace too and perfectly mirrored his movements to the ones on his screen. His breathing was getting heavier and his face felt so flushed he was almost feverish. The man seemed equally hot and bothered, and Megumi was watching his sweat covered chest rising and falling rapidly until he finally heard his moans echo through the empty room.
“Oh…I’m… ngh.. I’m coming now.” He announced biting his lip, trying to contain himself but failing.
White liquid spilled out of him and into the white pink and brown puddle of slosh on the ground. He collected his breath and moved towards the camera, showing his filthy, open hand to the audience as the strings of cum dripped onto the floor and down to his wrist.
“Heh, made quite a mess this time. Hopefully you did too.” And he shut off the camera flashing a brief smile.
Megumi had made quite the mess. He was staring at his own cum in his palm and he felt like every square centimeter of skin on his body was now wet. He stood up and washed his hands, still catching his breath from the intensity of the orgasm. He washed his face and stared at himself in the mirror, both hands on the sink.
God he was really into this. More than he expected.
He went back to his room and saw his sheets were covered in cum and sweat, so he quickly collected them and threw them in the washing machine, then took a shower to compose himself and clean himself up.
He spent the rest of the afternoon of his last free day this week searching up more stuff about this kink, seeing what different foods are most popular, different ways to experiment, and checking out more videos on the man’s channel.
Sunday came along and he was sitting on his stool at the bar, Nobara talking his ear off right beside him. He was listening, as always, but he wasn’t responding as much as she would have liked.
“What’s with the gloomy attitude today, it’s a bright sunny day and the sea is shining right in front of you.” she quipped.
“I’m working.”
“You don’t seem busy to me.”
Truth be told, Megumi barely got any sleep the night before. He had stayed awake masturbating and watching more and more videos on the man’s channel. Might as well get his money’s worth.
Trying to justify his silence, Megumi got up from his stool, turned around towards the blackboard, and started writing down the lunch menu. This obviously wouldn’t stop Nobara from talking, but it would exempt him from responding.
All of a sudden Nobara blurted out:
“So, did you discover anything this weekend?”
Megumi froze, white chalk in his hand and his gaze fixed on the blackboard. He was obviously going to tell her the truth, but no way in hell was he gonna tell Nobara about finding out he likes men sticking their dicks in ice-cream on camera. One man in particular.
“I did.”
“Well how about that! I’m glad.”
And that was all she got out of him. Megumi was thrilled she didn’t insist on finding out what, but he was also sure she had no interest in knowing.
“By the way Megumi, they hired a new lifeguard today.”
“Hmh?”
“He’s pretty popular, he’s been walking around in his swimsuit since 8am and five girls have already asked for his number. I don’t think he actually gave it to any of them, though…”
“Do you find him attractive?”
“Don’t ask me if I find a man hot ever again.”
“Right, my mistake.” Megumi rolled his eyes, thankful Nobara couldn’t see him.
“Oh shit he’s walking towards the bar, do you think he could hear me all this time?”
“How would I know?”
“Hey! Kugisaki, right? I feel like that’s what the boss called you before. Can you get me a cherry slushie please?” The new lifeguard spoke, propping himself on the stool at the bar counter. His voice was deep, raspy, recognisable.
Oh no. No way.
“Yup that’s me, I’ll make you one right away!”
Megumi didn’t dare turn around, and kept writing on the chalkboard.
“And you’re Fushiguro right? Dark haired barista at the shack… works with Kugisaki…”
“That’s me.” Megumi tried his best to keep his cool.
“Nice to meet you! Today’s my first day, I’m Itadori Yuuji.”
Megumi was now forced to turn around and look at the new lifeguard, and his previous feeling was correct. He was flashing Megumi a smile with a very distinct scar on the corner of his mouth, left side.
There was no mistake.
He was just as jacked as he appeared on camera, but he hadn’t imagined his face to be this handsome too: he had tan skin, chiseled jaw, a dark brown undercut and scruffy pink hair, and light honey brown eyes which shone in the sun.
Megumi walked towards the counter, thankful his cap was hiding his blush and trying his best to hide the rapidly growing erection in his swimming trunks. They shook hands, and he held the same roughed up fingers he had dreamt of sticking in his mouth the night before.
There was no way this was real life.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Here’s your slushie! You’re welcome to have it here with us.” Nobara came back, red slushie filled to the brim in her hands.
She handed it over to Itadori, who held the cup with both hands as red cherry syrup started dripping on his fingers.
Fuck.
“Holy shit you have cheesecake!” Itadori blurted out, looking at the menu Megumi had just finished writing.
All of a sudden, he got an idea.
“Yeah, it’s raspberry cheesecake. You should try it, I’ll go get you a slice.” Megumi said, the faintest of smiles appearing on his lips as he left the shack and headed towards the restaurant kitchen.
He came back with two slices of cheesecake in a plastic box and placed it on the counter in front of the new lifeguard.
One to taste, one to have fun with.
“Here,” He smirked, “It’s on the house.”
Itadori smiled in return. A mischievous grin formed on his face, giving Megumi the idea he was thinking the same thing he did, which was so insanely hot to him.
“I’ll make sure to enjoy these.” He said, as he looked deep into Megumi’s green eyes. “Thank you.”
The husky voice he had always heard through laptop speakers now right in front of him. Thanking him. In person. It was getting harder and harder to not get worked up while on shift.
Megumi wondered if Itadori was going to fuck the cheesecake he brought over, and he wondered if he was going to get to see.