Porn Star, Super Star

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PORN STAR, SUPER STAR CHAPTER ONE

"Yeah...oh my God, yes...yes...YES...FUCK ME!"

Darren smirked his usual, shit-eating grin as he continued to pump his fellow porn actor's loose hole full of his thick, eight piece of Italian meat, so much so that he basked in the feel-good emotions that was eliciting out of his super hard dick at every passing second.

Pounding the dude beneath him, not even aware of the cameras surrounding them, recording their every move any more after several years in the gay-for-pay profession. Everyone who was everyone dreamed of working with the one and only, Darren SuperStar, which was his stage name for his porn career. He would have of course, as a straight man, have preferred to be cast in the shootings with female models, but alas...it was very true, sad but true, that gay porn paid better...much better unfortunately.

And since he had spent several years in his mid teens to early twenties going around having sex with as many women as he could count, simply because his good looks allowed it, and just to get his horny ass rocks of...that lifestyle had indeed come with a heavy price tag...in which he had managed to father three different children by three different mothers by so doing.

He loved his kids, and he would literally do anything for them...hence the fact that he was close to dropping another of his momentous loads inside a guy's backside right about now.

"Ohhhhh Godddd.... oh, my fucking God, you're so fucking big..." came the rancid reply from the model that he was still banging away at.

Darren leaned down and kissed the little fucker that was making his dick feel so motherfucking good...there was nothing like a newbie to teach the tricks of the trade to...call it on the job training if you would...and this particular model was as gay as a fucking Pride parade, that was pretty much clear.

He pulled out his red, angry ass eight incher, the cockhead blistering with pre cum and the dude's ass juices, using it as lubricant, before he teased the head on the outside the guy's hole, before he literally and without any mercy, PLUNGED his big organ right back where it had come from.

The gay dude's eyes were rolling back inside their sockets as Darren's infamous big dick was totally taking him to the supposed Pound Town at every passing minute, he was breathing heavily out in short, staccato gasps...his mouth open and his tongue practically hanging out as he totally felt...FELT every single inch of that huge Italian meat that Darren was currently thundering into his wet, hungry male dominated hole.

Darren's balls were swinging freely against the model's ass cheeks, more than ready and waiting to spill their rich, creamy goodness, potent baby jelly that had as I mentioned, already fathered three beautiful children in their lifetime. The bottom getting fucked, knew how lucky he was to even BE in the company of one the gay-for-pay industry's most popular talents, in Darren SuperStar.

During his time before becoming of the models at PlayBoyz, he had jacked off his own modest sized penis...effectively numerous times when streaming Darren's scenes with other models. And every time, his eyes would be just on HIM...the sexy, gorgeous stud that Darren was. Now and forever.

Darren hissed, realizing that the camera was now totally zoomed in on his facial features, as he knew the arrangement was, when both of them were getting ready to cum. That was his trademark...he would HISS towards the cameraman, who would be ready and waiting to get the shots of their penises spurting their white, virile man cream for all the whole to see...quite literally.

The bottom was the first to totally lose his shit, as the incessant pounding of his hole and Darren's cock stimulating his prostrate like it had never been stimulated before, and finally gave in to his temptations.

Darren's cock felt like a warm blanket had suddenly enveloped its size and texture as he felt the guy's hole contract towards his huge organ and devour it with rich warmth as he had his orgasm...the dude practically SQUEELED as he tried his best to get Darren's dick even further into him, his sperm blasting from his raw, flaring piss slit and out into the open, for it only to die an immediate painful death, as it pooled around his midriff and groin area, mountains and splatters of the stuff...as the camera man winked at Darren, having gotten the shot of the dude's spent sperm, like he wanted.

All that was now left to do, was for Darren SuperStar to reach his climactic climax.

Darren's testosterone was having a field day on his power body...his jet back hair was sweating with the droplets burning his eyes, but he didn't dare stop...that would be suicide in this profession, and he would so obviously lose his erection. He pounded the hole of the bottom model so hard, and so severe, as he always tended to do when his balls were ready to lose their precious life-giving elixir.

His dick was like a fire house drill into the backside of the bottom model, and Darren got in a few more strokes, before he pulled out and dragged the dude he had been fucking close to twenty glorious minutes towards him by his hair, and smiled with glee as he saw the desperate slut open up his mouth, ready to receive his virile nut.

Dear reader...I hope you are jacking your own dick raw right now...because just, imagine this.

A sexy, hung, STUD of a man, with a glimmering, sweaty six pack and a near perfect V-line down to where he was now stroking his huge ass dick, emotions and hormones FLOODING through him like vomit in a tumble-dryer. Darren gritted his teeth and furiously jacked his super hard fuck machine...looking into the eyes of the desperate bottom...so fucking eager for any droplets of his sperm that he was going to get, that it was actually pitiful.

With a low roar...knowing that cameras were on him at every fucking turn, Darren's stud balls finally gave in as they were pushed over that imaginary sexual cliff, as his cockhead EXPLODED their foamy goodness right onto the face of his partner.

Sperm was flying absolutely everywhere, literally coating the face of the bottom model to such an extent that the white lashings of his baby makers were nearly covering half of his entire features. That's what you get for not nutting in close to five days, as the rules were when you were in the porn business, before a shoot. To get CUM SHOTS such as this!

The bottom eagerly moaned...it sounded fake as hell, but it would be enough to get you off if you would be jerking off to watching this shit...as he, like the pure slut that he was feeling like right now, reached upwards onto his face and scooped up some of Darren's virile bro-tein, before winking at the SuperStar himself, licking up what he had given him...

...his ball juice straight from the source, savoring the flavour, the creamy, clumpy texture...smacking his lips for good measure as he finally swallowed it all down...happy as Larry.

Darren disliked the part that came next, but it was written in his contract with PlayBoyz...and he leaned down and kissed the bottom, acting his heart out for the camera, as he swapped saliva with his co-star for a few seconds, before he grinned at the dude, and grabbed his lips before his once more.

"AND CUT!"

Darren sighed into the mouth of the newbie and stood up, looking down at the mess that he had made across the entirety of the guy, before reaching out and giving the young man a helping hand upwards.

"That was great, my dude. If people out there like and subscribe to this, maybe we can work together again sometime..." he said, his eyes shining as it always did when this job was finally done, when he could do home to his "normal" life after each and every shoot.

The guy let go of Darren's hand as he couldn't keep his eyes off the gorgeous, popular porn star stud, before he simply nodded and walked towards the communal bathroom to take his own shower. As stipulated in his contract with PlayBoyz, Darren always had to have access to his own private bathroom, never mind where they shot the content, which was at a studio in town today, not that far from Darren's home.

Conrad Parker, the content director of PlayBoyz walked over towards Darren and patted him on the back for a job well done.

"Fantastic shoot, my dude. Hopefully this one gets more views than the last. I dunno...but it seems that porn companies are launching into existence these days faster than babies being born...no offence..." he said quickly as he smirked towards Darren for the comment, knowing that his star performer already had three children by the mere age of twenty-two.

Darren rolled his eyes and took the towel that Conrad was holding out towards him, before he dried up the sweat from his face, and suddenly his mind drifted back to what Conrad had said earlier.

"What do you mean by "more views"? The last time I checked, my content was still getting well over a million views, give or take?" he asked, his eyes narrowing at every word, his stomach belittling to a black pit inside it. He couldn't afford to lose this gig...Jesus, not with three kids and one ex-wife that he was still paying alimony to!

Conrad sighed and shook his head, meanwhile trying very hard to seem upbeat, but Darren wasn't born yesterday. He has known Conrad for well over three years...and whilst both of them were straight as arrows, Darren had often wondered what it would be like to actually fool around with his handsome director.

He didn't mind doing gay-for-pay, and therefore fucking dudes up the ass, kissing them, rimming them, cumming inside them...swallowing their cum, take your pick, simply because he KNEW he would be more than compensated for it.

If he had to be honest...he identified as straight, but doing homosexual things with other dudes, didn't quite REPULSE him as it should a purely straight man. On the contrary...he more often than not, enjoyed what needed to be done to create the perfect gay porn content out there.

"Conrad? Hey man, talk to me here," he asked again, seeing that his friend was hovering, clearly hesitant to give him a straight answer.

Conrad ran his fingers through his caramel brown hair, before he looked Darren right in the eyes.

"You fucking better not tell a single soul about this...we're fucking being over taken by Cocky Boys, Helix, as well as Broke Straight Boys right now in terms of views and new paid subscribers. And what's more...it seems like Sean Cody is making a comeback as well with their newer, sexier models, so its beginning to look like we're getting screwed here, and not in a good way. Our views and numbers are way fucking down, Darren. BUT...that is not YOUR problem. I have to find a fucking way to get some more views out there...and today's shoot will help massively with that."

Conrad looked at his watch, and signaled towards his personal assistant a she did so.

"Chantelle, for God's sake, please tell me that Kris has arrived? We're already late as it is and we still have to clean up this mess before they can come in here..."

"They're all waiting outside, Sir!"

"Oh, thank God for that. You and him are about the only models keeping us afloat right now...but please Darren, I beg you, you cannot tell any one else, never mind the other models on our books. This stays between me and you, okay?"

Darren nodded, and frowned as he grabbed the set list, as well as the sign up sheet for the day and checked the models that was still waiting for their scenes to be shot, for the rest of the working day.

"Conrad, really? You're pairing Kris with Vlad?"

Conrad nodded and took a drag of his cigarette.

"Yeah, so? Kris doesn't top and Vlad doesn't bottom, so what's your point?" he demanded, checking his watch once more.

Darren scoffed. Everyone around here knew of the history and the animosity between himself and Kris Lightening, the other so-called star of the Playboyz online company. There was just SOMETHING about Kris that Darren literally couldn't STAND.

In every scene that he was in, he was so fucking FULL of himself, so arrogant and a total wise ass, however, he refused to top in any scene he had ever done for the company. In an online interview that Perez Hilton had done with Kris, he heard the idiot actually say that he never wanted to TOP, because he wouldn't be able to stay hard.

Jesus. What a fucking jerk, and what a fucking OFFENCE to real gay people out there, who was actually breaking their personal piggy banks and debit cards to watch the dude's content. Sigh...but Darren also knew why Kris Lightening was so immensely popular.

He had to give the dude his rightful credit...he was hella attractive. He was a real looker...to the point where Darren had become irritated with how the models at PlayBoyz used to SWARM all over him, begging Conrad to pair them with Kris, knowing of course that they would get to fuck him up his perfect backside.

Darren never had the chance to work with Kris before, nor did he actually want to, and thank God Conrad had the brains not to place them together for a scene, before he didn't know if he could go through with it. He just HATED...more like LOATHED every and anything about who Kris really was.

Kris also...had a never-kiss clause placed inside his contract, something that was well known all over the industry. It was just something that he had always refused to do...but because of his looks, the size of his dick, knowing he had a great and beautiful muscular ass that people poured money into the company to see being fucked to shreds, he was bringing the money in.

And according to Conrad, PlayBoyz was in financial trouble, and couldn't afford to lose either of them right now.

"You do realize how our views would sky rocket if you could convince Kris to remove his no-kiss clause, right?" he murmured towards Conrad, and winked at him, before he noticed the cleaning crew was done, and that Chantelle had signaled for Kris and his fellow model Vlad, to enter the studio.

Not in the mood to small talk with either of them, he grabbed his towel and walked straight towards his private shower. Already undressed, his thick cock hanging flaccid between his muscled thighs, he turned open both of the hot-and cold-water taps, allowing the tepid water to cascade over his nude body, sighing as he felt his entire nakedness immediately relax.

Kris Lightening.

What a God awful and boring nerd name was that?

What, was his parents' super fans of Grease, or what?

Taking his time washing his body, allowing the soapy suds to ebb and flow down his lanky, powerful physique, he couldn't help but wonder why Kris didn't allow kissing in his scenes. He knew there were some gay-for-pay models who had an issue with it, but personally, he saw them as fucking cowards, to say the least.

What, you are literally willing to take a cock inside your mouth, and suck out the pre cum of the model you're working with, never mind, quite willingly taking his huge ass dick inside your hole, allowing him to cream pie you if the scene called for it, or even worse...allowing the dude to actually CUM in your mouth...if that happened, you couldn't really just...SPIT it out on camera, now could you?

You would be willing to go through ALL of that, but you refuse to actually KISS another guy? What the actual hell was that?

But because Kris was such a popular male talent for PlayBoyz, and because people out there literally paid to download and watch his content, there was stuff that he was allowed to get away with...like his bogus no-kissing clause. Darren scoffed, but was alarmed as he realized that was chubbing up, down there.

He opened his eyes and watched his dick softly throb with the warm water covering his foreskin...as he realized that he was getting hard just as he was thinking about Kris Lightening, his arch nemesis.

The fuck?

He couldn't STAND Kris...what the hell was his dick playing at?

He might be a fucking handsome young man but the dude was an idiot. He was a jerk and a coward. If you wanted to do gay-for-pay, then you fucking OWNED it, and did what you HAD to. Where was Kris getting off on not being allowed to TOP, and then getting away with not having a dude kiss him either?

Before this afternoon, he hadn't nutted in five whole, excruciating days. That HAD to be the reason why he was getting hard over Kris.

Yeah...nothing to worry about.

That had to be it.

**

A couple of weeks later, and Conrad had arranged for eight of the PlayBoyz models to travel all the way up the West Coast, to shoot some new, intimate content for the web site, in order to try and push up the views and numbers even more.

The previous, separate shoots with Darren and Kris brought in loads of ratings, but Conrad was still not satisfied. PlayBoyz needed to be up there, with at least being top five, and this moment, they were being over taken by even Twink-Top as well as Gayrotismo.

Something had to be done, and he had several scripts written in order to try and compete. It seemed that in the current climate, the gay porn genre that was doing the best, was that of the full-length feature films...that included an ensemble cast, with several of the names having scenes with each other, culminating in a massive orgy at the end of said film.

Gay guys out there would usually pay through their noses to watch two seemingly butch and straight guys be intimate, even romantic with each other, kissing contently, caressing each other's muscular, buff bodies...making love to each other on camera, rather than being sheer and pure animalistic in nature. It was a tough ask, but he knew his models would be capable of pulling that off.

"Okay, guys, we gotta make it look as real and as TRUE as possible, okay? We'll start with Jayden and Darren's scene, so the rest of you, just make yourselves comfortable, there are some drinks and snacks on the patio out there, yeah? Darren, Jayden...a word please?"

Kris shot Darren a passing glance as they walked past each other, and the former stud grinned nastily at him. Everyone knew about the dislike between the two PlayBoyz models, to the extent that they totally kept out of the other's way, but Kris seemed like he WANTED to have a piece of Darren at that moment, and NOT in a way that would drum up ratings.

"Jayden, what's up, man?" he greeted his beautiful co-star and model, the one and only Jayden Marcos, who seemed like he had a different agency and company he shot with every single week. Mind you, if you had his looks, you would also be fighting for his services.

Jayden smiled over at Darren, between them, two of the most popular gay porn stars of the moment right now and happily shook his hand. A THRILL shot through Darren as he forced himself to look away from the handsome man to his left, and to whom he would be taking to Pound Town in just a couple of minutes.

He couldn't understand what was going on with him these days...it wasn't like he was some young teenager struggling with his sexuality?

He knew he was straight, he had ALWAYS known he was straight...but when small...secret incidents would occur, such as right then with Jayden, when he genuinely was flawed at the sheer beauty of another man...another dude...he didn't quite know why this was happening all of a sudden. Even if he had spent the last three years doing gay porn for a living, he could still get excited about fucking women, right?

It was after all, just a JOB...right?

**

"SuperStar, my man! Long time so see, right? How's life treating you and your three bastard kids?"

Darren sighed miserably...knowing this son of a bitch wanted a reaction out of him. He KNEW as well as Darren did, that his scene was coming up and he wanted him angry as hell, so that he would be in no fit state for his penis to actually get hard to treat the absolute stud that was Jayden Marcos as intimately as the script was suggesting Darren do.

God, the levels of which he hated him.

But what he hated way more, was that Kris seemed to live rent free in his mind these days.

Darren turned around and stuffed a chunk of apple into his mouth, taking his sweet ass time chewing before smirking up at him. He really kinda detested the fact that Kris was taller than him, more than he knew that he should have.

"I'm not playing this game with you, okay?" Darren SuperStar grunted towards him, before wanting to get back to Conrad as soon as possible before he did or said something that would get his porn star ass the hell fired.

"All I asked was how the family was doing...did I say something that wasn't true?" Kris continued to taunt Darren.

Whatever he was doing, was working.

Darren hated it. Afterall, he had his fucking pride.

"You wanna come up in here and say that to my fucking face?" the SuperStar himself finally gave back as good as he was getting, however, what he had said came out way louder than he first meant it to, alerting several of the models and crew members that something was happening way over here.

Kris's eyes flickered over to where Jayden was getting his make up done, with ear buds popped into his ears, as he was relaxing before the shoot, he had no idea what was happening. He smirked arrogantly at Darren, getting all riled up like he was, before he placed both of his hands inside his shorts, and for the LIFE of Darren, he couldn't divert his eyes way from that huge dick that he fucking KNEW Kris had in there, hidden deep inside.

Darren gritted his teeth, seething, as he did so.

He had seen Kris's videos before...who hasn't? Unfortunately for him, the guy was ripped, muscled and unbelievably gorgeous that Darren sometimes thought he had the ability to wet the pussy of a God-fearing nun.

The SuperStar swallowed bravely and stared back up at him.

Why was he so FUCKING sexy when he was all amused and shit?

"Just leave me the hell alone, okay? I actually have a JOB to get to, not like you who just lay down everywhere and allow guys to fucking rape your ass, fake moan for half an hour and get paid for it. You won't even suck a fucking dick unless Conrad pays for extra! I call someone like that a fucking coward..." Darren said with malice streaming from his beautiful blue eyes, and just for a second, Kris had seemed rattled.

As someone in there, Darren had managed to actually hit a nerve.

"How the hell do you know so much about my personal details? Have you actually been fucking Conrad for information? Yeah, SuperStar...I've seen you two around back home. Always together, always up in each other's fucking business! So? Am I right? Are you screwing him for info? Are you THAT obsessed with me?"

By now they had attracted nearly all of the crew and the rest of the models that had come along for the various shoots...each held their breath as they stared down the two popular porn stars, between them ,seemingly the sole reason that the company was still afloat.

Darren spat at the ground before him, missing Kris's expensive CAT brand shoes by mere centimeters, before he slowly, very slowly, walked over towards him, both his hands now clenched in sheer and utter fists, ready to fight if he had to.

"You wanna say that again? Loud enough so that Conrad can actually hear you?"

"I ain't fucking scared of no faggot around here..."

"What the hell did you just say? Did you forget WHERE you are, and WHAT you came to do here?"

Darren couldn't believe a time where he had EVER been this angry. He might have been straight, but he was a God damn proud ally of the LGBTQI community, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna stand here and listen to Kris Lightening talk trash about any one of them.

Not for the first time...so badly...he wished that all of Kris's so-called FANS could hear what the hell he just said, but that would only mean bad press for PlayBoyz...he was so God damn lucky that they REALLY needed him around here, it wasn't even funny.

Kris pulled a face, before he smiled and stretched out both of his arms in symbolic jest, as if he wanted to include everyone around us in what he was about to actually say.

"Everyone around these here parts now what I stand for, right? We all know why each and every one of us is doing all of this...MONEY. Lots and lots of fucking money. Why else would I willingly be fucked up my ass by some random homo..."

"KRIS! ENOUGH!" Conrad thundered out as he finally joined the group that was now formed, each of them wanting to DAMAGE Kris like he had never been hurt before, but all of them way too scared to harm THE Kris Lightening.

And being labelled by him as a trouble maker on social media. Unfortunately...I was in the same position. I hated to admit it, but with our immense popularity...if he should make up a slanderous story about a fellow performer, all his followers would believe and unfollow, without question.

Kris laughed nastily and took another look at me, also coming ever closer to where I was, the humor and the nastiness reflecting towards me in his eyes.

"Jayden is waiting, Darren. Why don't you go over there and make sweet love to your man, okay? I'll be over here, waiting my turn like a REAL man..."

Darren's fists were balled.

His eyes were flashing more dangerous than thunder in the highlands.

He couldn't physically HIT Kris...that would be career ending for sure...he had already seen several of the cast hold up their phones to record what was happening between them. If he threw this first punch...BUT THAT WAS EXACTLY WHAT KRIS WANTED! JESUS!

"You calling ME a fake man? A faggot? Really? When you're the one getting fucked up the ass each and every scene? I'll tell you something else for size..."

"...I can't fucking wait to hear..."

"...you know what? It takes a REAL fucking man to actually KISS ANOTHER DUDE! At least I earn my paycheck, instead of just LAYING there, letting someone else do everything FOR you!"

Kris scoffed, but once more...Darren smirked as he once more realized, he had edged to close to Kris's personal space and ethics.

"I...do...not...kiss...other guys! Get that into your fucking head! And how I earn my money in there, has NOTHING to do with you! You ain't gonna fuck me, not now, not ever, so KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!" he screamed, his saliva splattering out of his mouth in full fucking velocity, hitting Darren SuperStar right on his mouth.

Some splattered across his mouth and his chin...as he deemed to look up in eyes that would have murdered him if there was no witnesses present.

Kris Lightening was THAT angry, right now.

Darren smiled as a though crossed his mind...

"You would be so lucky...I wouldn't touch you with a fucking dildo, never mind, THIS slab of meat!" he taunted, reaching down and grabbing his cock and giving it a violent shake.

To his delight, he noticed that Kris's eyes had been...hesitant not to look at his dick as soon as he touched it...this guy was such a fucking phony. He was enjoying the hell outta this.

Kris narrowed his eyes and held up his hand towards Conrad in protest, when it seemed as if the director wanted to step in and stop all of this...he was clearly not done.

"You're a true fucking faggot, dude. Kissing another dudes, you make me sick! Making sweet fucking ass love on a bed, just like you and lover boy Jayden is gonna do in a few minutes...I can go and create an OnlyFans so fast you're fucking HEAD will spin and I guarantee I will still make more money than you..." he whispered.

Darren swallowed...Kris was getting incredibly close, to his person. His hands were shaking...as they stared into Kris's eyes. Jesus...his heart started to beat so fast, it rivalled that or a common garden rat...he wasn't gay. He was gay-for-pay...

WHY was Kris having SUCH an effect on him? This was nuts!

His dick started to harden.

Fucking hell.

His chest was on fire...warmth and mammoth levels of testosterone was STREAMING through him like Netflix on a TV screen.

There was no way he was going to lose this little World War three they were having.

He leaned forward, and whispered towards Kris, so that only he would be able to hear...

"You know what your problem is? I think you actually WANT me...yeah...I can see you eying me every time we meet up...I fucking smell QUEER all over you..."

"...what the fuck, faggot..."

"I think you want me to take you on one of those beds back at the studio...and I think you wanna be held and caressed by a REAL man...like YOU claim to be..."

Kris looked like he was about to choke on his own cum...

"I'm gonna fucking MURDER you in front of all those people...I fucking HATE every inch of you..."

Darren's eyes glimmered as he finally hit the killing blow.

"...and I think you wanna FEEL how it feels like to be kissed by a REAL man..."

Before either Darren or Kris knew what was happening, in full force of everyone that was watching, and recording all of this...

...Darren leaned forward and placed his lips solemnly on those of Kris.

At first, Kris seemed too shocked to react...too stunned at what had just occurred, and Darren sneakily decided to take FULL advantage.

He hated to admit it, but Kris tasted good. He smelled good...and his eyes grew in their sockets as he realized that this jerk...this total, ultimate JACKASS was actually kissing him back.

It was only for a few seconds...but he felt Kris's lips move against his...trying just for a moment to plunge his lips into Darren's mouth, before he finally seemed to realize WHERE he was and just WHAT they were doing.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Kris roared from deep inside his chest, before PUSHING Darren from his person as quick as you could say BUSTED.

Only that wasn't enough.

He launched himself at Darren SuperStar, like a man possessed, grabbing the handsome hunk by his shirt and was just about to bombard him with everything he had inside of him, before Conrad and some of the crew finally decided to intervene and drag a screaming Kris from his person.

Darren sat up and he coughed a few times, what with the speed of which he had been attacked and stood up, showing his index finger straight at Kris.

"Get that lunatic OUT of this company! I had enough, Conrad, you hear me? This was the final straw! Its either him or me! You can decide!" he spat out, before he turned around and marched towards his dressing room.

"FUCK!" he screamed at the top of his voice, before he sat down on the nearby bed and tried his best to calm down.

I kissed him...I kissed him...thundered through his brain.

His fingers balled into fists...his face was wrecked with emotional confusion...

Because if he was brutally honest...he would admit to himself and ONLY to himself that...

...well, there was no hiding it now.

He BADLY wanted Kris Lightening...the porn star over which so many women and gay men pleasured themselves over silly each and every day...

...but he wanted him more way more.

His handsome face...his stunning ripped body...his brown hair, which he didn't even have to style for it to be absolutely perfect...his big cock of which every person in the industry knew about...his willingness to get fucked and rimmed...

...Jesus.

Darren stood up and slumped his shoulders forward.

How was he gonna get his mind off of him?

HE WASN'T EVEN GAY!

And even if he was just...a little bi-curious...

WHY did it have to be with KRIS out of EVERY SINGLE male porn model in existence!

Jayden Marcos waiting patiently inside his trailer...all of the other popular male talent that he knew in the business...

Johnny Rapid, Ryan Jordan, Blake Barrett, Brandon from Sean Cody, Ashton Summers, Trevor Harris, Nic Sahara...you NAME THEM!

All of those guys were stunningly handsome, sexy and beautiful...

...but he didn't WANT any of them...not even a SMIDGEON, like he wanted Kris Lightening.

There was no doubt...

...yeah, he was totally fucked.

Again...not in a good way, at fucking all.

**

"Conrad...I am so...so unbelievably sorry...that jerk just pushed my buttons all afternoon...I totally had to be the bigger person, but I just couldn't stop myself...I fucking HATE that guy...you literally have NO idea..."

Conrad was seated quitely at his desk in the studio after we had all returned from the shoot, with all the scenes being done except the ones that included either Darren or Kris. After what had occurred, neither was in the mood to have sex with anyone.

Conrad looked up at Darren, and a small smile stretched from the corners of his lips, until it ended up evolving into a giant shit-eating grin of many proportions.

Darren frowned as he stopped in the middle of his apology...just why was Conrad looking at him as if he recently had an orgy with all the Bel Ami boys at the same time...?

As if Conrad would be that lucky.

Conrad grabbed his phone and handed it over towards Darren. Darren slowly took the gadget from him, and looked down at the small screen.

"You're fucking scrolling around on X, meanwhile me and Kris has just totally ruined the shoot..."

Conrad coughed, his eyes firmly on Darren.

"Look down and actually READ it, you idiot!" he blasted, rolling his eyes as did so.

Darren faked a smile at his director, before scrolling down the various post on the former Twitter app.

It was PlayBoyz's official X account, verified and blue ticked, of course...but Darren's eyes widened just a tad, as he realized why Conrad was suddenly in such a good mood.

Someone had obviously recorded the fight...as well as the passionate kiss between himself and Kris earlier than afternoon, and had posted it directly on X. The PlayBoyz account had reposted it to it's millions of followers, in return.

There were...MY GOD...so many comments...the greater majority were more than positive.

Darren's heart was beating faster and faster as he read and re-read some of the comments...his skin etching out goosebumps as he realized what was going on.

"I would pay good money to see those two going at it!"

"Why haven't PlayBoyz paired those two up before?"

"Was this just for publicity? Because it fucking works!"

"I just came watching them kiss Jesus Christ!"

OMG just imagine Darren fucking Kris!"

"Where do I sign up...PlayBoyz, make this happen!"

"See what I mean?" Conrad said, before he came closer and placed his hand on Darren's shoulder.

"See...what?" Darren meekly asked.

Conrad patted his shoulder, before he continued.

"THIS...I have never thought of having you two in a scene, because of your hatred for each other, I never thought it would even work...models have to respect each other and you two clearly don't...BUT...Darren...it makes sense! Financial sense!"

Darren didn't like where this was going...not one fucking bit. He had a nasty feeling...call it male intuition...and if he was correct, there was no way he was gonna do what Conrad was asking.

Conrad must have seen the doubt in the SuperStar's eyes before he shook his head immediately.

"I would never ask you to do anything you didn't want to...but THIS...you and Kris together...doing a scene together is what people WANT! Don't you see? Together, YOU TWO can save the company! You and Kris..."

"Did I hear my name? Why are you discussing me with THIS bastard?"

Both Conrad and Darren turned around faster than you could say WHIPLASH.

Shit...did he have to be so God damn sexy...Darren closed his eyes and sighed.

Kris walked over towards them, and placed a A4 sized piece of paper folded neatly into an envelope securely into Conrad's shaking hands.

"Just thought I'd say...I'm done. I'm quitting PlayBoyz. You all take care. It really has been a little piece of heaven..."

"Kris...wait."

The words were out before Darren could stop himself.

Kris rolled his eyes, just like the entitled, arrogant jerk that he was, before he turned around and stared at Darren, looking bored as hell.

"What?" he asked.

Darren bit his lip.

He had bills...loads of bills.

If THIS was the reaction their fight and their kiss got from their followers...how much would a SCENE between them actually bring in...JESUS...

He cleared his throat.

"How about me and you...you know...we do one last scene before you leave us? Just you and me...you've been on X, I take it, you fucking can't breathe without checking your socials...you OBVIOUSLY know what's being said out there."

Kris blinked a couple of times, before he shrugged his shoulders.

"I saw what people are saying. True enough. And yes...us getting it on would probably bring in enough to save PlayBoyz. But before I even think of saying yes...I have a demand."

JERK! URRGH!

Conrad crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.

"Come on, let's hear it," he said, with surprisingly, enough patience.

Kris grinned cheekily, before he looked Darren straight in his eyes.

"I'll do it...on one condition...

...you bottom for me and I'll top you."

**

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