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Chalothon wasn’t obsessed.
He was simply infatuated with the pretty man on his screen. And he had every right to be; as Tharn was his boyfriend. Chalothon knew it, based on the beautiful smile which decorated Tharn’s face when he read his username, or when he read out his donation message. Chalothon knew it when the young camboy looked into the camera as if to communicate with just him; to convey a secret message only they knew.
Their relationship had begun months ago when he found the man’s page by accident.
Chalothon had stumbled across the younger one on a lonely night when he yet again felt the depressing dark pit in his stomach grow. As many nights before, Chalothon decided to soothe it in the only way he knew, by pushing one hand down his pants while the other held onto his phone.
And then it happened when he pressed on the stream of someone with the channel name Naga.
Before Chalothon’s eyes on his cracked phone, the most beautiful man he had ever seen sat on a bed.
For being a camboy, the scene wasn’t particularly lewd. Tharn was simply sat with his legs spread, the golden-brown skin on his thighs on display; as if Chalothon’s fingers could touch it. The camboy’s figure was hidden from view, draped in a dark green satin robe, which fell beautifully around his hips. The robe slid against Tharn’s body each time he shifted around, which revealed more skin.
The robe’s knot had loosened and slightly pulled the material open, which revealed Tharn’s bare chest. It was blemish-free, but a small scar peaked out by his rib. Contrary to his softer look, the camboy’s muscles were more defined. But when he sat down the fat on his hips made a lovely sight.
With his perky nipples a lovely shade of pink, Tharn looked like a walking fantasy — and he had yet to do anything sexual.
Chalothon had seen much lewder things on the camming site. Men who fucked themselves silly with any objects requested, roleplayed anything he could imagine, or even cried and begged for mercy. Anything he would want to see was for him to explore, only a right click away.
But the sight of Tharn was the sexiest of them all.
The man was simply seated on his bed and had an engaging conversation with his viewers. His voice was excited as he talked about his day, a soft smile grazing his face. Tharn leaned closer to the camera to read the chat, and his eyelashes fluttered as his cheeks gained a light blush.
Somehow, the softness he excluded was so different in a sea of brutal videos he was used to viewing. It felt like Tharn spoke directly to him. It wasn’t something meant to be viewed by the dirty perverts; Naga was a channel only for him.
Even when messages demanded something more, for anything more raunchy, Tharn kept the smile on his face. Even when comments called him a cocktease for not touching himself or doing what they wanted, the camboy only ignored them.
Instead, he interacted with a few loyal fans who seemed to know his routine.
Chalothon felt on edge the entire time as he waited for Tharn to do anything. It made his cock fill out and his heart beat quickly. Each time Tharn’s hand came closer to his body, Chalothon waited with his heart in his throat — only to shudder when Tharn simply sat his hand on his thigh or tightened the knot of his robe.
When Tharn fingers finally slipped underneath his clothing, and his mouth dropped open in a whimper, Chalothon fell apart.
The sight was enough for him to cum untouched, simply staring at his screen in wonder.
Ever since then, he had been transfixed. All he had to go on was his looks and the fact that the camboy called himself Naga, as his channel name suggested.
For days he had combed the whole internet for any facts he could find. Chalothon neglected his work and called in sick until he found the man he was looking for.
Once he connected the name Wansa Raksil, or Tharn, to the face he knew he was a goner. It had taken a lot of work, but an old friend of the camboy still had a picture up of him which had looked vaguely familiar. Then his treasure hunt led him to his city.
To Chalothon’s disappointment, it turned out to be harder to find Tharn’s exact location or address. But he knew he could find it, eventually.
Other than that, Chalothon found Tharn had become a camboy to provide for himself, as going to university to become a police officer was expensive. The doctor found the reason endearing, and could just imagine how Tharn reasoned how to fool his audience.
Because in reality, Tharn cammed to excite his future boyfriend. There was no other reason for it. Why else he would have let himself be found by Chalothon so easily?
It didn’t matter that Tharn had been a camboy for two full years before Chalothon began watching; he knew it was simply a tactic by the younger to draw him in. And now he was here; ready to accept the camboy as his boyfriend as he had so graciously asked for.
And thus, he dedicated his whole life to Tharn in return.
The first time Chalothon saw Tharn press his small fingers into his hole, the doctor had been pressed up against the monitor; all to be as close to the man as possible. His fingers stroked over the screen and imagined how the soft skin would feel. He imagined how Tharn would have reacted if it was Chalothon’s larger fingers stretching him out.
He drank in every sound and expression Tharn made. When the younger came on his own fingers, Chalothon could only groan in appreciation. The sight was a blessing, the way Tharn’s thighs shook as he came continued to milk his hole until his spent cock twitched. As the younger lay on his bed, chest rising with deep breaths; Chalothon came over the screen. It painted Tharn’s body white, a look so lovely on him.
It became a routine for the doctor ever since, to spend the majority of his free time with the man he loved. Either with Tharn’s live streams or with the videos and pictures he found of the man in his regular life.
Each night, he sat in the dark of his room and stared at the screen. His chest filled with warmth as he saw the loading screen and he waited for another camming session to take place.
When Chalothon gathered enough courage, he sent in the first-ever donation. Even though it was a measly hundred baht, Tharn’s face lit up in appreciation. It was one of Chalothon’s favourite traits of his boyfriend; he treated everyone the same and was always grateful for anything what he was given.
Tharn’s eyes sparkled as he skimmed over the donation note, but he ignored the heartfelt love confession that Chalothon had attached. There was no mention of how Chalothon had told the camboy I love you, something the doctor rarely told someone. It had felt like a big step in their relationship, yet Tharn had entirely skipped it and not even said it back.
Chalothon’s jaw clenched and his nostrils flared, but the rage he felt was quickly subdued when Tharn read out his username.
“Thank you, Doctor C. for your donation!”
The words made Chalothon’s stomach fill with butterflies and he had to bite his fist to not cum right then and there.
From that day forward, he would donate to the camboy whenever he got a paycheck.
To a beginning, he would remain cautious with the payments and made sure to only give what he could afford with his rent, bills and groceries.
But over time, Chalothon saw how his boyfriend would interact with people who donated bigger sums of money than him. He knew it was only a tactic to make him jealous, but annoyingly it worked.
To make sure Tharn only saw him, he ended up paying more money for every livestream he would watch. The doctor would only be satisfied when he saw himself on top of the leaderboard and would hear his boyfriend call out Chalothon’s username in happiness.
Even though it was supposed to hurt him, it always made him feel warm inside. Tharn was so silly, thinking he could make him feel jealous. But Chalothon wasn’t jealous. No, he was simply possessive of what was his.
Over time, the camboy would greet him in a warm tone whenever he entered the stream. Sometimes he would use one anonymous account just to watch the stream, and enter with his usual account on a later occasion so his boyfriend would call out his name happily.
It didn’t matter that Tharn did the same thing to other viewers because the tone he used to greet Chalothon’s arrival was different. He could notice it.
The pretty camboy had even once talked about ending his stream earlier since he was celebrating an anniversary with a special person. On the very same day, Chalothon had been watching his channel for two hundred and nine days. Even though the number may have seemed random, Chalothon just knew it was Tharn’s subtle way to show his love and dedication to him. After that, twohundrednine became his favourite number.
Their relationship continued to grow, as Chalothon worshipped Tharn through the screen. For now, their relationship would remain long distance, but the doctor began to grow restless. He couldn’t stop dreaming about finally seeing his boyfriend up close.
So one day, he finally asked the big question.
Chalothon sent the largest donation he had ever sent, fifty thousand baht, which should have been used to pay his rent and bills. But it didn’t matter as long as the younger understood Chalothon’s dedication to his lover. With the donation, his question came.
I’ve dreamt of when we will finally meet. Of when I get to worship you like we’ve always wanted to. To kiss you and hold your hand. To show you off to anyone who thinks you’re theirs. Will you give me the pleasure of finally taking you out on a date? I love you.
Once again, the camboy didn’t read out his message. Instead, his eyes only skimmed over it. But Chalothon didn’t mind. It wasn’t meant to be heard by the rest of his viewers. No, it was only for the two of them.
Tharn, the lovely man he was, softly laughed at the message. His hair fell into his eyes, and a lovely blush spread across his cheeks. “I’m flattered, Doctor C. But I have to decline the date. My boyfriend is currently behind the screen, filming this for me. I fear he would be jealous.”
With kind words, he rejected the date and sent a playful look to the camera. But Chalothon knew better.
My boyfriend is behind the screen.
Tharn outright told everyone Chalothon was his boyfriend, he had thrown it all in their sorry faces who might have thought they had a shot with the beautiful camboy.
Chalothon could see the glint in the Tharn’s eyes. He saw the flirtatious smile and the way he bit how bottom lip. He was dating Tharn; the younger was just too afraid to say anything in front of his audience. So maybe if he approached him outside of his streams, the younger could really take him out on their first date.
The doctor understood though. Tharn might be afraid of how it would affect Chalothon’s reputation when he was someone with high status dating a sex worker, even though he was working towards being a police officer.
But Chalothon wasn’t narrow-minded like others.
Chalothon was different though, he could support his boyfriend’s work. He was able to accept and love him from across the screen, while his boyfriend let himself be shown to strangers.
Because Chalothon wasn’t a customer. He was much more than that, and a lot closer than that. So even when Tharn shot him down, he accepted the rejection with a fondness in his chest.
One day when Tharn stopped being so timid about their dates, Chalothon would visit the camboy so he understood how serious he was about their relationship.
Maybe he would even join in on the stream then and show everyone how Tharn belonged to him.