Date: Tue, 2 May 2023 13:54:52 +0100
From: Itchtoscratch <itchtoscratch69@gmail.com>
Subject: Pushing My Boundaries - Part 1

PUSHING MY BOUNDARIES Ð PART 1
by
itchtoscratch

©2023 Itchtoscratch

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---

I opened my Inbox and groaned.

"Jesus, how many messages?"

I'd started my OnlyFans, LukeOnTOP, nine months ago, and the effort was
finally beginning to pay off. Subscribers were up, renewals were up, and my
last few PPV videos had really taken off. Things were so good that I'd just
recently moved into a new flat on my own and leased a beautiful white Range
Rover Evoque that I knew would be perfect for filming the hot content I had
planned. Everyone thinks running an OnlyFans is easy, but fuck me, are they
wrong. I'm halfway through a Business and Economics degree, but my chances
of finishing it are looking slimmer and slimmer. I stared at the sparse
folder of notes open on the desk in front of me and grimaced.

Still, you can't argue with the money. I slammed the folder shut. With a
weary sigh, I pushed it to one side and steeled myself to start triaging my
messages.

Dick, dick, hole, dick, hole, hole, dick, hole, dick, holeÉ

Ok. All guys secretly love to show off their junk and I had to admit, I
liked knowing the effect I was having on them. SoÉ
Aubergine. Splash. `Nice one bro!' Fire emojis.

Next?

Meet, meet, fuck me, fuck us, use me, I am a holeÉ

Ok. Not gonna happen but those are some potential long-term subscribers,
soÉ Mild flirt, hint of availability, soft brush off for now. Casual
suggestion that we should get to know each other better. I hovered over the
dollar sign but decided against it. It would be too obvious. It's too
cold. You have to keep up appearances in this game. Everyone who subscribes
knows at some level that this is transactional. But it's my job to disguise
that. What I offer is the handsome but approachable boy next door. I could
be your boyfriend. I could treat you right. Direct requests for tips would
be off brand.

There were probably at least fifty more messages to check. I responded
quickly to the ones with tips Ð I'd say more later on. I noted the rest
and made a reminder to follow up by tomorrow.

I checked my VIP list next. And there he was: R_O_A_R_345. I just thought
of him as Rory. Rory was intense. He tipped very generously, but I'd still
thought about blocking him a few times. Rory liked to talk dirty. Whether
he was or not in real life, on here he presented as a real dom top. I'm a
flexible guy Ð keep the customer happy, I say! - so, it's no problem to
play along. For Rory, I am cocky but actually a bit shy, a little
inexperienced. For others, I am the boss, the one in control. I pride
myself on providing a good boyfriend experience too. Rory doesn't need to
know that the persona I show him isn't entirely a lie.

R_O_A_R_345: I'm gonna fold you in half, boy. Gonna pull that little cock
between your legs and lick your pretty hole `til you're begging me to fuck
you.

See what I mean?

It wasn't difficult to do this stuff, but Rory's messages made my stomach
flip. I could feel a flush rising in me as I scrolled through our earlier
messages, reminding myself of the details of our chat history. I was a
virgin for him, initially proud and cocky, but now more vulnerable and
needy. I wasn't this sub he wanted me to be in real life, but I also
couldn't deny his messages had an effect on me. I could picture it. I was
picturing it now. I was hard. I typed back.

LukeOnTOP: Wot if someone sees us? Wot if someone hears? U know I'm not
experienced. I don't know if I can take your BIG cock, sir. Please go
slow. I need it, daddy, but please go slow.

I gulped and groped my dick. For the record, my dick's not tiny, but
whatever. This was all fantasy anyway. As I hit send, I noticed that
R_O_A_R_345 was online. I scrolled back up again through our messages,
enjoying the back and forth. I wondered again if this guy worked out Ð a
lot of the messages were based around gym scenarios:

R_O_A_R_345: I see you, boy. You wore those little shorts to make sure
everyone would notice you on leg day, didn't you? I bet you'd love it if I
stripped you down right in the middle of the gym floor. I bet you think
about all the meatheads standing around you while I split your little pussy
with my big daddy cock right there on the mat.

The man had a way with words, that was for sure! I scrolled down.

R_O_A_R_345: you worked hard today, boy, but you knew I had my eye on you,
didn't you?  All the big guys eyeing up that gym pretty body of yours, but
you kept looking over at me, didn't you, wanting me to notice you? Followed
me back into the locker room, didn't you? I saw you, putting on your little
show for me. You thought you had it all under control, didn't you? But when
you took off those slutty little panties and I walked towards you, you got
hard in a second, right in front of everyone. They could all see you want
to be my little slut. Is your dick sore, little man? Beating off every
spare minute, wondering when I'm gonna let you suck my pole?

Jesus Christ Ð Rory was a great tipper, but scrolling through our
previous exchanges, I wondered if I should be tipping him!

A notification popped up. Shit, that was fast.

R_O_A_R_345: I decide the pace, boy, not you. You better get to work
loosening up that pussy. I won't go easy.

"FuuuckÉ" I mutter. I pushed my hand into my shorts and slid a finger
down behind my balls. I gently grazed the skin between my cheeks and
shivered at the sensation. I moved my finger further until it reached my
hole. Propping one leg up on the desk for more access, I circled it,
tapping lightly. God, it felt good.

Fumbling to type with just one hand now, I replied:

 LukeOnTOP: I wanna be ready 4 yr cock, sir. I'm touching myself thinking
about u in meÉ

Jesus, this was really getting me going today. I drew back my hand and
sucked at my finger until it was wet. I slid it back down and pressed more
firmly against my tight hole. Throwing my phone down on the desk, I pushed
my other hand into my shorts. My fingers tightened around my shaft, and I
begin to slowly wank.

Another notification. My heart was pounding.

R_O_A_R_345: Hungry little fucker, ain't you? Don't you dare fucking
cum. Daddy sets the pace; Daddy will tell you when you can cum. Right?

With one hand busy with my hole and the other now wrapped around my stiff
cock, I couldn't reply. I stared at the message on my screen. I roughly
pushed the waistband of my shorts down under my balls, which were already
tightening against my body, and admired my hard meat. I slowly pulled back
my foreskin. It stretched and began to retract, gradually exposing my
engorged crown. As I pulled back further, the skin slipped behind the ridge
of the head and a glug of precum dribbled from the slit. I knew I was going
to cum soon. I sunk a slick finger into my hole, just to the first
knuckle. I ground it in circles and moaned. I began to press deeper.

Fuckfuckfuck, this is gonna make me cumÉ

"Unngh!" I grunted, and released my cock, which twitched in frustration. I
grudgingly extracted my finger and pulled my shorts back up. My hands were
shaking as I picked up the phone.

LukeOnTOP: Yes sir. I won't.

---

This was torture, but in truth this wasn't about Rory. I had content
planned for tomorrow, so I'd been holding off from cumming for about a week
now to guarantee a good cumshot. I wasn't going to waste that effort on a
quick wank the day before! I pushed myself up from the desk and went to the
kitchen to make a protein shake. My stiff cock, tenting my shorts,
reluctantly led the way.

When I'd started my account, I'd been surprised at just how easily people
were satisfied with basic PG content. Having spent most of my teenage years
wanking furiously to an endless supply of porn clips, the idea that wet
t-shirts, some oiled muscles or a few bulge pics would prove so popular
seemed ridiculous. This felt like the easiest money I'd ever made. But it
didn't take long to see my subscribers were growing impatient. After three
months and some good growth, I'd seen a drop in renewals. The next month,
there were fewer subscribers and I'd done my first discount promo to drive
more engagement. It had shored things up, but my inbox made it clear the
fans wanted more.

The first step was the confessional. This is Basic OnlyFans 101. Whatever
glossy, hard-muscled, cheeky lad persona you present on the platform, it's
important every now and then to pull down those barriers and take off the
mask Ð you know, to show the fans who you really are. (This was, of
course, bullshit. But it was probably also at the heart of the OnlyFans
experience Ð this wasn't professional porn; this was real life!)

I'd started the video four times, each time bursting out laughing and
having to start over. Then, having pulled myself together, I'd looked
seriously into the camera. Preparation was everything. My dark blonde hair
was quite deliberately a little more unkempt than usual. Maybe I'd been up
late thinking deep thoughts? My outfit was also carefully chosen - just a
simple thick lavender cotton tank top that gave off that lazy Sunday
morning vibe while still showing off my tan and beautiful arms
perfectly. Just me. Just the fans. For real.

"Hey guys. I'd like to take a minute to really thank all of my fans for
their continued love. It's amazing to receive all your messages of support
on my fitness journey and I love reading all your reactions to my progress
pics!"

I flashed a cheeky smile.

"With you guys on my side, I'm just gonna just keep on getting bigger".

A conspiratorial wink this time then a big bicep flex with a high wattage
grin. A chuckle with just a hint of self-deprecation to remind everyone
that this was still serious.

"But seriously guys,"

(It never hurt to make things super obvious, though.)

"Your investment in me means a lot and soÉ"

I paused, as if caught in a sudden, unexpected moment of revelation.

"I think I'm ready to push my boundaries."

A serious look straight to camera, fingers pushing the hair away from my
eyes.

"You know I've been honest with you guys about my pansexuality and, love is
love, you know?"

(I also believed it made little sense to alienate any of my potential
audience.)

"So with your support, I'm gonna be trying out more. I really want to, I
dunno, understand myself better. I wa Ð I want to understand my spirit,
you know?"

I looked up and into the camera, eyes wide, a little uncertain, a
littleÉ hopeful?

"So, my brilliant fans and followers, you can now look forward to lots more
envelope-pushing content from me coming real soon! I hope you'll join and
support me. Remember to have renew on for the quickest updates and special
thank you messages. For some lucky subscribers, there may be a couple of
extra special pictures too!"

"Thanks guys Ð peace."

I grinned the shit-eating boy next door grin which had played a big part in
my OnlyFans success again and flashed the corny peace sign I signed every
post off with. Then, a big double bicep flex finish, lifting my arms above
the line of my shoulders to really make sure the fans got some nice pit
action too, and... I reached forward and hit STOP.

The response had been immediate. My fans were more than ready.

---

Now there's no value in giving the audience everything they want
immediately. OnlyFans success is built on how successfully a creator
understands the nature of the sustainable tease. I knew I'd pushed my luck
in the first few months by giving too little. It's not that you necessarily
need to keep every fan, but ideally what you want is a good chance that
these fans will regularly keep coming back. Prime the other socials with
plenty of thirst traps, offer the occasional returning subscriber discount,
make a point of welcoming previous subscribers if they signed up again:
fanbase sustainability is what it's all about.

Up to this point, most of my freely available dick stuff had been
bulge-related. The fans loved athletic gear so there were any number of
pictures and short videos of me feeling up my hard dick through tight white
compression gear or jockstraps. But things changed after a livestream
session where I got really horned up watching some muted porn in the
background.

LukeOnTOP: What's up my dudes?! Thanks for joining my livestream, how's it
going? I can't wait to have some fun with you today. Where are you watching
from? I just got back from a killer workout at the gym and I'm feeling
horny as fuck now. You get that way too? Show me some love! I've always got
your backs, so I decided to hop on OnlyFans and share. We're just gonna let
this play out and see where we end up, so remember to hit that like button
and tip your boy, LukeOnTOP. Peace!

The video hadn't been unplanned. But adding `unscheduled' content alongside
regular updates created the impression of more value for money, drew the
punters in, kept them checking their notifications. Doing that extra bit
more for the subscribers made them feel special, and feeling special made
them feel generous. Everyone won really.

I had set up in my content production office. The camera was on the desk
and beside it, a small monitor previewed the shot. The set up was good,
centred just below my groin but angled up enough to really show off my
pumped-up pecs. I loomed in the shot, a dominant muscle stud, ready to
perform. I was dressed in a pair of white Nike compression shorts that,
even when I was soft, left little to the imagination. I beamed at myself
and adjusted my dick so it was more clearly outlined against my
thigh. Behind the camera, one of my favourite porn scenes was playing
silently on a widescreen monitor, providing me with some additional
stimulation for the video.

I started with some nice muscle worship. I struck a few poses, chatting
casually about my diet, sets and reps, before cracking open my jar of
coconut oil. I loved this stuff. I scooped some out, already enjoying the
way it trickled between my fingers, and spread it slowly across my smooth
chest and down my arms, breathing in the smell. Gradually, the swirls of
shining oil merged across my body until my whole chest glowed like pale
burnished oak. I had been worried that this was going to feel mechanical,
like a tired afternoon stripper with a professional smile. But it
didn't. Exploring myself like this was unexpectedly exciting. With each
pass, my nipples stiffened, and I pinched one lightly, wincing, and added a
wink to camera.

"I always love to give my fans what they want!"

I moved a hand down and waggled my hardening cock through my shorts. This
was going to be a good one.

On the monitor, out of sight of the viewers, a short muscley guy with a
cute jarhead buzz cut is being pushed down onto a gym mat. He's packed
tight into a wrestling outfit which looks about two sizes too small for him
and surrounded by a group of other athletes in various states of
undress. The team roughly manhandle him onto all fours between them and he
looks up at them nervously. Coach, an older daddy type with a shaved head,
salt and pepper stubble and a thick moustache, saunters into view, his neat
chinos and tight polo shirt in sharp contrast to the near nakedness of his
squad. He gropes the impressive bulge in his chinos meaningfully.

(I'd seen this scene several times. Apparently, Josh was not performing at
the level his team expected so it had been decided that some "tough love"
was needed.)

These days, everyone seems to be all about the fuck in their porn, and
that's all good. But, IMHO, you couldn't beat a bit of cheesy back story,
you know, some build up. I loved watching pornstars `act'. If they pulled
it off, great! If they didn't, there was still something hot about watching
their stilted delivery, even if it was just the anticipation that soon,
someone would put that guy out of his misery, shove a cock in his mouth and
give him a chance to show off his real talents.

But anyway, there I was, feeling myself, body all oiled up, rock hard in
these shorts, squeezing at my bulge with my greasy hands. And in the
background, the scene's getting to the part I really like. Dante (the `team
captain'), a tall black guy with a mop of neat short dreads pushed back
with a purple sweatband stands in front of the kneeling wrestler, naked
except for this stretched white jockstrap which looks like it's ready to
tap out. He's fucking massive: his chest swells up and out from this neat
waist into these huge cannonball shoulders, his arms are corded with
muscles and his thighs look bigger than Josh's head. And his arse Ð fuck
me, what an arse! Framed perfectly by the thick straps and waistband,
Dante's dark polished peach looks good enough to eat.

I was loving this. I could see the numbers watching rising and all I could
think about was how many guys were watching me with their dicks out, taking
it slow, enjoying the feeling or racing for the finish, no time to spare!
As I twisted my nipples and encouraged the fans to comment and like, the
wrestling captain pulls aside the stuffed pouch, and his thick drooping
cock falls out.

I grabbed my hard shaft through my shorts again and imagined for a second
it was his.

"FuuuuckÉ" I hissed, quietly, staring down the camera lens, "I'm so
hard, ladsÉ"

Dante's cock is a thing of fucking beauty - one of those big ones that's
just too heavy to fight gravity and stand up on its own. He grips it in his
fist (it still looks huge) and starts slapping his teammate in the face
with it. After several unsuccessful attempts, Josh catches it between his
lips and begins to slobber enthusiastically over his captain's cock.

I didn't need to pretend I was into this. I peeled the compression shorts
down my body so that the waistband rested just below the crest of my pubes
and blew a kiss at the camera. I slid an oily hand across the newly exposed
skin, tracing my fingers over my laboriously sculpted cum gutters. I turned
my back to the camera and peeled the tight shorts over my arse. Reaching
back, I squeezed both cheeks, tensing my glutes, showing off. I rubbed my
greasy palms over them until they glistened like the rest of my body. I
moved my hands closer together and let my fingers drift gingerly into the
cleft between my cheeks, teasingly exploring the fine hairs between them. I
bent forward and pulled the cheeks apart to give the fans a good look at my
smooth hole. I circled it softly with one finger and clenched my hole so it
winked invitingly to my fans. It felt good. My finger was shiny with oil,
and it would be so easy to push it in. I arched back, twisting further to
give my finger easier access. I applied more pressure and felt my hole
begin to give.

"Fuck me," I gasped, looking into the camera, "can't believe how good that
feels!"

Grinning, I removed my finger and smacked my arse hard, a light pink
handprint welling up on my skin. I turned back, laughing, to face the
camera and waggled my finger reproachfully.

"Ah ah ah! Don't be greedy boys!"

Pushing the compression shorts beneath my glutes had pushed them further
down in front as well. My neat bush was in full view now and my cock was
trapped in a precariously stretched fold of lycra. If I raised my arms
above my head, I was sure it would pop out. I thought about the subscribers
watching, aching for a glimpse of my dick, trying to hold back as their own
cocks became unbearably slippy with precum. I stretched carefully, tensing
my abs to show the definition, creating a bow with my body that I knew full
well my subscribers would love. I could feel the material peeling back, but
just as my dick began to push free, I shoved it back down. As I did, it
twitched and I felt a glug of precum escape, soaking into the lycra to
create a small wet patch in my shorts.

"Fuckin' hell, boys, did one of you slip me something at the gym? I'm so
fucking horny today!"

I gripped my shaft again, closing my eyes at the sensations. My free hand
explored my body, tracing my fingers lightly across my hard sensitive
nipples.

On the screen, the rest of the players have stripped off and are crowding
in on Josh, crowing mutely as he struggles to deep throat Dante's
tool. There's something for everyone in this circle jerk: a stocky Latino
player with calligraphy tattoos snaking across his shoulder milks long
strands of dew from his dick and spreads it over the fat shillelagh of his
Irish-looking teammate, a tall broad strawberry blonde stud with creamy
pale skin, big pink nipples and thighs that look like they crush
watermelons on TikTok. A blonde all-American jock with board shorts tan
lines pulls at his balls with one hand while the other rubs mercilessly
around the crown of his long cut cock. Another wrestler with short curly
dark hair and a mat of chest hair coated in sweat has dropped to his knees
beside him, his hand a blur on his heavy veiny tool, while his fascinated
face moves closer to the blonde's crotch, desperate to taste his buddy's
cream.

And in the middle of this sweating mass of hard wrestler bodies, coach
steps up to Josh. He undoes his belt and unzips, confident and unhurried,
before fishing inside his boxers and pulling out his thick hard cock. His
fat uncut dick is built like a fucking traffic cone: the head is compact
and quite small, but as his hand pulls backward, you can literally see his
grip widen to accommodate its burgeoning girth. It looks angry, like the
tip's been heated in a brazier. Shouting something inaudible, coach grips
the seat of Josh's lycra singlet and rips it open.

I groaned appreciatively as the camera zoomed in on the wrestler's fuckable
rear, big, rounded mounds of muscled ass, dusted with soft golden hair.

"Fuckin' hell lads, are you stroking it with me? Do you like what you see?"

My hands no longer felt soft on my body, but heavy with heat and
intention. My touch no longer felt like mine but the touch of someone
else. My eyes fluttered as I pictured a crowd of men, arms outstretched to
touch me and claim this body I have worked so hard to build. I stretched my
arm up over my head and flexed. My other hand pawed my balled bicep,
dragging down over my exposed armpit, clutching at my skin as it slid down
my lats. I repeated the gesture on the other side and turned my head,
inhaling the faint musky scent of my armpit. My eyes rolled back as I
worshipped myself, clutching my pecs and sliding my hands slowly down my
torso, exploring every rise and divot of muscle as I went.

Coach's big strong palms grip each cheek and pull them wide. The camera
lingers on the view for a moment before he dives in, his thick moustache
tickling and scraping his wrestler's pink pretty hole. His insistent tongue
slurps and jabs and Josh's body trembles under the assault. Coach comes up
for air, gasping, his face shiny with spit and rips his polo shirt up and
over his head, revealing an impressive barrel chest, covered by a pelt of
salt and pepper hair. Barking a silent order, the big Irish guy lumbers
over and coach grips his nuts in his hand impatiently and drags him the
rest of the way, effortlessly engulfing his fat pink tool right down to the
root. While he gorges on his player's meat, his other hand fingers Josh's
hole roughly, preparing him for what comes next.

Spitting out the cock, Coach points to the Latino guy, who drops to his
knees and takes over coach's cocksucking duties. Big Irish grips his mate's
skull and throws back his head in pleasure as he pumps his prick into this
new willing mouth. Coach turns back to Josh, his main target, and dives
back into his slippery trench. While he drags his wide tongue all the way
up and down his player's twitching crease, he pulls the wrestler's trapped
cock free of the remnants of his ruined singlet and milks his meat like a
cow's teat. Josh's rump wriggles in ecstasy at this frenzied assault and I
squeezed at my hard cock again, unable to resist a stronger tug that sent
pulses of pleasure through my own body.

Sometimes, it's easy to forget the camera's on. I glanced at the comments;
the fans were losing their shit and I was getting close to losing my
load. I stared down the lens again and grappled my cock, still trapped
beneath my shorts but with every contour etched into the material like a
stone carving.

"Who wants some of this? Which hole? Comment and like, boys!"

As I smoothed the stretched material hard around the outline of my shaft,
coach grips Josh's hips and then pushes his thick fireplug cock firmly and
relentlessly into his gorgeous ready ass. Even with the sound off, I could
hear Josh's moan in my head. His back arches and (fuck me, this was my
favourite part), he begins to push himself, shaking, back onto coach's
cock. Coach raises his hands and locks them behind his head, happy to let
Josh do all the work. Immediately, the curly haired player locks onto his
exposed pit, sniffing and licking at coach's scent, his hand moving
admiringly across coach's thickly muscled torso. Josh, sweating and
shaking, determinedly pushes back, impaling himself inch by widening inch
on his coach's girthy tool.

The camera shifts and Josh is looking straight at me, Dante's cock looming
just above his brow. His mouth is shiny with spit and his gaze is
unfocused. As he pushes back onto coach's holewrecker, his eyes widen into
pleading discs, and I imagine his pucker being forced wider and wider by
that bloated club. Dante steps forward and shoves the dark plum head of his
cock between Josh's lips. As the sweating jock rocks forward to swallow him
whole, the team captain's ass clenches and he begins to pump shot after
shot of creamy cum into Josh's open mouth. The spit-roasted wrestler works
his throat, desperately trying to swallow all of Dante's load, but there's
just too much and streams of spit and spunk begin to dribble from the
corners of his mouth to drip off his chin and onto the mat below.

This bit got me every time. Every. Fucking. Time. (I'm not sure I'll ever
get to the end of this scene.)

I kneaded at my aching cock and shuddered. Fuck, this was it!

My head tipped back, and I moaned as my rock-hard prick started to spurt
blasts of cum into my shorts. Looking down, I watched the material darken
and become almost see-through as my dick shot another thick volley of cum
into the tight lycra. It looked amazing. I felt amazing. Coach roars
silently on the screen and pulls his thick cock from Josh's ruined hole
where it twitches and spews thick ropes of cum over his well-fucked
player's back. I shoved my shorts the rest of the way down, barely
registering the sound of the stitching ripping or the fact that this was
the first time I'd cum on an open livestream for my fans. I crushed my flat
palm against my groin, groaning as my dick released another squirt of cum
which I roughly spread over my shaft and balls. With a guttural cry, I
gripped my hard cock in my fist and fucked it furiously, creaming up my
load until the whole length was slathered with white streaks and the room
stank of coconut oil and the salty tang of my churned up load.

I saw myself on the preview monitor. I stood there panting, my face and
neck flushed red, my strong muscled body glazed in oil and sweat, still
milking my creamy cock. Releasing it, I raised my hand to flash my
trademark peace sign before sucking the remains of my load off my sticky
fingers.

"Peace!" I licked my lips, grinned and signed off.

---

The livestream was a huge success for me and my brand. Some fucker shared
clips they'd taken on Twitter. Not cool, but it was hard to stay mad when
my subscriber base increased 30% overnight. This was hardly ground-breaking
content as far as OnlyFans went, but I'd given my subscribers a taste for
more and I knew now that I'd have to deliver.

I sold those shorts though. One of my more discerning subscribers paid
£150 for them. All I had to do was work out in them for the rest of the
week and season them with a couple more loads. I even included a video of
me adding the final load.

But you always get value for money with LukeOnTOP.

---

Thankyou to everyone who has got in touch with their reactions to my first
story, Missing the Last Train Home (you can find it in Adult-Friends!) Ð
it's really encouraged me to try and write more. I've never shared my
stories before so I'm interested to know what works for you. I'd love to
know what you think of this one too, so, as before, comments, reactions and
constructive feedback welcome to itchtoscratch69@gmail.com