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Jonathan Whitesell sat down in his trailer. He just finished his day's shooting. The scene with Robin and Theo getting together. It was easy. He really liked Lachlan. They worked great together. The scene definitely got Jon excited. But he didn't know if Lachlan would be up to some fun, like Ross is. And he was hungry as the shoots ran into his usual dinner time. Ross was still shooting. Jon hadn't found anyone else to fool around with. Leaving him in a horny, craving state.
Lounging on the couch, slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. His hand mindlessly rubbed his growing bulge. As good as times Jon was having with Ross, he began to reminisce about his time on Riverdale.
It was a cold rainy day. The Gryphons and Gargoyles arc seemed to be dragging. Jon did enjoy playing the cult fanatic. Kurtz had some fun fashion sense, according to Costume. Some of the boys were out of town. But Jon had some big shoots to do with the main boys, so he stayed on site. He was walking through the trailers, brooding in the rain. A wave of loneliness and homesick had came to port. Just another part of the job.
"Hey!" A familiar voice shouted from behind Jon. He turned around and saw a guy jogging up to him. "Jon, that you?" The guy asked, still several feet away. The rain distorting distinctive features. Jon stopped and waited. "Hey," Casey Cott said, a bit winded.
"Hey, Case," Jon greeted. "What you doing out in the rain?"
"I could ask you the same," Casey responded. Still catching his breath. "I'm just catching up on daily running. Had an early shoot." He smiled as he panted.
"Yeah. I felt like a walk in the rain," Jon said looking up at the dark, lightless sky. "Been feeling a little lonely."
"Aww." Casey stepped closer and hugged Jon. The warmth was very much welcomed in the pouring cold rain. "Hey, come back to my trailer. Huh?" Jon looked up at the taller actor. Blinking as the rain fell on his face. "I'll get ya warmed up and feeling better. Promise."
"Sure." Jon said after thinking for a moment. The two actors unattached themselves from each other and walked side by side to Casey's trailer. Jon kept looking over at the other star.
"Here we are!" Casey exclaimed as they got to his trailer. "Home sweet studio home." He quickly unlocked the door and held it open for his costar. Jon climbed into the trailer and followed by Casey.
"Not bad," the new costar said looking around. "Better than mine."
"Being a regular has its perks," Casey said moving past his costar. Hanging up his raincoat. Revealing a rain soaked shirt clinging to his body. "Let's get out of these cold, wet clothes."
"You sure?" Jon asked.
"Yeah. I got a couple bathrobes." Casey said peeling the wet shirt off.
"Shame they have you hiding those," Jon said pointed at Casey's soft six pack. He pulled off his own coat and hung it next to the other.
"It's fine. I'm not much for the fan service." Casey untied the drawstring of his sweatpants.
"Looks like you're just fine with it," Jon chuckled. Casely looked up as he hooked his thumbs into his sweatpants. The series regular smiled. Pushed his soaking wet pants down. Jon watched intently as the star straightened up, his moist body glittering in the trailer's lights.
"Hurry up," Casey urged. "Don't want you getting sick on set." He grabbed his clothes off the floor and walked to his bedroom. His asscheeks bouncing between the bands of his jockstrap with each step. Jon hastily pulled off his wet clothes, stripping down to nothing. "I'm waiting!"
"Where should I..." Jon's question trailed off as he came into the doorway. Casey was lying in bed, sheets pulled back, stroking his growing cock.
"Throw your clothes in my hamper and jump in," Casey said. His smile was bigger than before. Jon stood there for a moment. His cock started to thicken as he drank in the sight. He aimlessly shucked his drenched clothes aside. The actor jumped onto the bed. "That's what I'm talking about." Casey wrapped his arm around his new costar. "Damn, you've been hiding those nice muscles," he swooned before kissing Jon. Jon moaned into the kiss.
"You've got some nice muscles too," Jon whispered. Jon pressed his lips against Casey's. Casey poked at Jon's lips until they parted. Jon moaned as his tongue writhed along Casey's. The two actors pulled each other closer. Their hardened cocks pressing into their abs. "That feels like a hefty muscle right there."
"You don't seem bad yourself," Casey chuckled. He rolled on top of the other actor. "Damn. Wish we could have some on-screen romance." He kissed Jon hard. "You're a great kisser." He plunged his tongue back into his costar, moaning loudly. Jon reached behind Casey and dragged his nails across the star's back. The 26 year old actor gasped as the nails broke skin. "I want you to fuck me," he said with a breathy voice.
"Thought you'd never ask," Jon said with a smile. Then he bit into the younger actor's neck. Casey cried out, his hand grabbing a fistful of the other actor's hair. Holding him tight against his neck. The 27 year old actor sucked on the flesh between his teeth. Casey moaned loudly as his cock erupted. His hot seed splashing between their chests. "Damn, that was quick."
"Sorry," Casey began. "It's been..." He was silenced by a hard kiss from the older actor.
"Get on your knees," Jon commanded after breaking the kiss.
"Yes, sir!" Casey lifted himself up. Shuffled over to the open space beside Jon. He stood on his knees and elbows. Arching up his voluptuous ass, giving a clear view of his lightly haired hole. "Fuck me, sir."
"Say it again," Jon snapped as he slapped the bubbly muscled ass. Casey yelped.
"Fuck me. SIR!" The older actor lined up his 7 and 1/2 inch cock between his costar's cheeks. Casey moaned, lightly humping his ass along the pillar of throbbing meat. Jon slapped the other cheek. "Fuck!" Another slap. "Fuck me!" Several slaps, alternating between each cheek. "FUCK ME, SIR!" The younger star hollered. His ass now a glowing red.
"Who's fucked you?" Jon asked. He scooped off the younger actor's cum from his chest. Using it to coat his pulsating red cockhead. "Who fucked you?"
"KJ," Casey breathed. He was panting with excitement and anticipation. Jon slapped Casey's ass again. Another cry of pain and pleasure. "Mark."
"Anyone else?" Jon pressed his moistened cockhead against the puckering hole.
"Martin."
"The guy that plays your father?" Jon inquired as he pushed his cock into the submissive star.
"Yess..." Casey hissed as he felt the older star's cock finally enter him. "We uh..." He panted as Jon started to fuck him. "We role play... uh."
"Kinky Casey," Jon teased. He had gotten halfway into his costar's ass. "Into some taboo?"
"He's just so hot," Casey moaned. He began to buck his ass back onto Jon's cock. His own, bobbing in the air, still hard. "First week, we hooked up."
"Damn, that's hot." Jon began to fuck Casey faster. Slamming his pubes into the plump ass. His hands gripping hard onto the tapered hips. "What you do with Mark?" Jon asked as he panted.
"The wrestling uniforms." The younger star said just before putting his face in the pillows. A muffled moan came as Jon fucked harder.
"Bet you quickly submitted to him too." Jon said. He gave the younger star a few quick thrusts before pulling out. "Sit on my cock." He commanded as he sat down, resting against the headboard. His hard cock throbbing. Casey moved over and squatted over Jon's cock. Slowly he impaled himself on the pale cock. "Tell me more about you and Mark."
"He snuck a couple singlets off set." Casey began bouncing up and down on his costar's cock. He held onto Jon's shoulders for support. "He invited me out to eat, then to a hotel." Jon grabbed onto Casey's ass. Pulling his cheeks apart, kneading them, controlling how Casey's fuck speed. Casey moaned, closing his eyes. Thinking back to the way Mark Consuelos man-handled him in that hotel room. "He had me change into the singlet. He was wearing his underneath his clothes the entire time." Jon's hand came around and grabbed the younger star's leaking cock. "We wrestled for a minute or two before he had me pinned beneath him." Casey's breath hitched. His balls drew up. "Fuck, I'm close," he warned Jon.
"Keep going," Jon said as he stroked the pulsating 8 inch cock. "Tell me more."
"We uh..." Casey fought to speak between moans. "He fingered me through the singlet." Jon's thumb was rubbing the pre-coated glans. "He said he's wanted my bubble ass since he started watching the show." The series regular growled for a moment, grinding his ass into the new costar's crotch. Jon tightened his grip on the larger cock. "He ripped a hole in both singlets and fucked me raw!" Casey exclaimed as he shot his second load. His head falling back, mouth hanging open. His asscheeks clenched, putting Jon's cock in vice grip. He panted hard.
"FUCK!" Jon shouted. He twitched his cock inside Casey. Casey, still frozen in his orgasmic high. Jon lifted the younger actor off his cock a little. The tightened sphincter dragging against the hard cock. "Damn, this is so good," Jon whispered as he bucked his hips up, fucking Casey out of his orgasm. Casey's body relaxed and he collapsed on top of Jon. "That's fine, baby," Jon whispered into Casey's ear. "I'll finish myself."
"Breed me," Casey breathed. Jon chuckled. He lowered Casey onto his back. Spreading the younger star's legs, Jon admired the sight before him. Then with great urgency, he plowed his cock back into the puckering ass. Jon fucked the barely conscious actor-singer hard and fast. His balls pulled up against the base of his thick cock. With a scream, Jon pushed his cock as deep as he could into Casey's still tight hole. The hot stream of cum flooded the younger ass, leaking out around the pulsing cock. "That's one way to warm up," Casey joked with a shaky breath.
Back in his trailer on the set of Sabrina, Jon's mindless stroking had his cock hard, trapped under his pants. As he replayed the last few minutes his sack boiled over. Cum blasted into his underwear. A spreading patch of burning cum grew on his pants. The shock of the orgasm and heat of his cum pulled him to full consciousness.
"Fuck." Jon stood up, walked to his vanity, and examined the damage. "Guess I'll take a shower before bed tonight." He started taking off his clothes as he walked towards his bathroom.