The Rebel (Red's Tavern 2)

I had no idea it would end up getting so many views and comments. I’d never even looked at the video or thought about it until Liam had reminded me. Back in the day I was always far more concerned with real-life Liam than his online presence.

But today’s video was completely different. This was planned. And I definitely wasn’t fucking Liam regularly like I had been back then.

“I’ve got it,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Sunroom.”

He led me back through the living room, past the small dining room, out into a small, enclosed deck. It had windows on every side and looked out into his backyard and the small creek.

“This is perfect,” he said, glancing around. He set down his tripod and camera. “Let me get the diffusers.”

He disappeared from the room. There was a small loveseat in the corner. The sunroom was beautiful, even though it was small. He’d put a few potted plants on the windowsills, and in the quiet of the room, the sound of the creek outside was audible. Tiny dust motes floated through the golden sunlight.

It would almost be serene and peaceful, if we weren’t about to film pure filth inside of it.

“Here we go,” Liam said, coming back in carrying a few huge, circular screens.

“What are those?”

“Diffusers.” He propped one up against one of the windows, showing me how the fabric still let all the light in, but blocked the direct sun. “They’re good for making the light less harsh on camera, and they have the added bonus of making sure Mrs. Bates doesn’t walk into her backyard and see us filming porn through the windows.”

I snorted. “Your neighbor?”

“Yup.”

I watched as Liam set up the rest of the diffusers on the windows behind the camera. As he worked, I quietly pulled down my jeans and underwear, making sure to leave them wrapped around my ankles along with my cowboy boots. I put on my cowboy hat, adjusting it a few times to get a proper placement.

When Liam turned around again he shouted.

“Oh fuck,” he said, his eyes going wide as he saw me. I was sitting on the loveseat with my cock out, which was still soft.

“What’s wrong?” I said.

“Nothing! Nothing,” he said. “I just—wow, I didn’t realize you were...”

“You didn’t realize I got my dick out,” I said. “Sorry.”

“It’s totally fine,” Liam said. “This is good. I can get a proper light meter reading and set up the focus. Let me go grab the microphone, though.”

“Microphone?”

He nodded. “Of course. People have to hear every little sound in porn.”

He disappeared again and when he came back, he brought another big tripod close to me. He was standing over me, adjusting a big microphone above.

“This is called a boom mic,” he said. “It’ll just be above you the whole time. Pretend it isn’t there.”

To adjust it, he had to step right between my boots, and I was acutely aware of how close he was to my cock. It was awkward as hell, but there was no denying how hot it was.

“That’s all done,” he said, crossing back over to the camera. “Let’s get some test shots in.”

For the next ten minutes he was behind the camera, alternately adjusting settings and staring at me with that same focused look. I sat there, trying to be patient, the smooth fabric of the loveseat pressed up against my bare ass.

“Okay. I… think we’re actually ready to go,” he said. “God damn, it feels so good to be on this side of the camera.”

I smiled softly. “You seem like a natural at it,” I said.

“Good, because I feel like I’m going to mess it all up.”

“You’re kickin’ ass,” I reassured him.

But I wasn’t so sure about myself. I looked down at my lap, where my cock still lay mostly flaccid, resting on my thigh.

I had always felt lucky that my dick still looked big when it was soft, and it hung well, but it didn’t make me feel any better right now. I knew I was supposed to be hard as a rock for the camera.

I took a deep breath and wrapped my fist around myself, trying to close my eyes and slowly pump it, pretending I was all alone and starting a jerk-off session.

“Do… do you want me to leave the room for a few minutes?” Liam asked.

“No,” I said quickly. “I’ve got it. Trust me.”

I kept stroking myself, and my cock responded a little bit. Typically I had zero problems getting hard. Hell, I got hard more than I needed to, at very inappropriate times.

This was the first time I’d ever really tried to get hard and been... completely unable to. I’d started worrying about every little thing in my life that wasn’t related to making my dick as hard as it could be. I’d been so focused on Liam and the video all morning, but now I worried about the storm damage at Red’s and how much insurance would be laid out. I worried about the loans I hoped to pay off. I worried about the TV show producers coming to visit soon, and what I would say to impress them. And of course, I worried about how flaccid I still was.