The Porn Shoot

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The Porn Shoot, Chapter 2

By Bryce Manning

Logan stands up and I follow his lead, Bob and his other crew members striding across the huge sun-drenched living room. We follow them down a hallway into one of the bedrooms of the house, big box lights positioned near the bed, an undoubtedly expensive camera resting on the blue sheets. The frame is solid wood, obviously not something cheap from IKEA, a huge padded headboard stretching above it with a couple plush pillows positioned in front.

The old man lifts the camera up and I assume he's the one who's going to be filming us, but he sets it down on a dresser instead, turning back to face us. "Go ahead and sit down next to each other on the bed," he directs.

I watch Logan climb into it, sitting upright at the center with his legs crossed looking toward the lights, and I follow suit, our knees touching together.

Bob definitely looks like a manager standing there overseeing everything, his arms now crossed over his chest as he's staring at us. "Brent, just treat Logan like he's a girl you really want to fuck," he instructs. "Kiss him passionately, put your hands on his body, feel him up the way you would some lucky girl you're taking home."

I nod my head. "Yeah, Ok."

One of Bob's assistants steps closer and the old dude looks at him. "This is Todd, Brent," he says as he gazes back at me. "He's going to be directing you and filming the scene. All you need to do is follow his cues and you'll be fine. Make it hot, boys," he encourages, lowering his arms down and walking out of the room.

Todd is obviously fit and attractive, maybe 30 years old. I assume he'd been performing for the studio until he took this job, watching him pick the big camera up. "Brent, kind of match whatever Logan is doing," he instantly starts directing. "If he kisses you, kiss him back. If he puts his hands on you, put your hands on him too. But don't block the shot. Pay attention to where your hands and arms are."

I kind of wish Bob was still here, anxious about having this total stranger direct me. His warning already has me worrying that I'm going to fuck up and put my arm in the wrong place and I'm starting to feel stressed out. "Yeah, got it," I say anyway. I'll figure out what I need to do. I want that fucking money.

"Alright, let's get started then," the director announces, holding the camera up. "Just relax and have fun. We're going to chat a little and then you guys are going to start making out. Ready?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "Three, two, one."

I know he's recording everything now and I'm nervous as fuck, but I can do this. I'm going to channel my fake, fun-loving bartender persona like never before, flirting with that lens like it's my best tipping customer of the night. I'm going to fuck this little gay guy and make it look hot.

"So, Logan," Todd begins, "do you have any idea how big Brent's dick is?"

He looks at me and I look at him and we both laugh. "I might have touched it a little before we started filming," he offers seductively to the camera. "I'm definitely going to enjoy it."

"And Brent," the director prompts, "this will be the first time you've ever fooled around with another guy, right?"

I stare into the lens like Logan had. "Yeah, first time ever," I say gruffly, flashing a big smirk.

"And what do you think about Logan?" he asks.

I have to fucking improvise lines too? I peer over at my scene partner like I'm appraising him, Logan's face turning toward mine. "He's a really pretty guy, honestly," I answer, the words effortlessly flowing out of my mouth as his bright blue eyes gaze into mine. "I think I'm going to have fun with him."

Logan cracks up, planting his hand on my thigh and digging his fingers in, just like we had practiced earlier, as we both look toward the camera again.

"Well, I'm definitely sensing some natural chemistry between you two, so I'm going to shut up now and let you guys go at it."

Logan slides a little closer to me, reaching his hand around the back of my head, pulling my face into his and kissing my lips. I grab his shoulder, shifting my hand to his back, as we're still gently kissing, his smooth skin brushing against my beard, his soft lips actually feeling good as he shoves his tongue into my mouth. We start making out, our tongues moving against each other like they had earlier, my scene partner's hand lowering to my stomach, his fingers tracing the faint abs beneath my shirt.

I feel totally at ease kissing him with a little experience under my belt. Logan is even more forceful with both of us sitting here in front of the camera, but I like it, matching his intensity. Making out with him now, feeling him try to be more passionate, I'm absolutely certain no girl has ever kissed me like this. As much as I loved making out with the random chicks I banged all the time, I'd never met one who kissed me like this. Logan is firm and obviously hungry to taste me, almost viciously attacking my mouth, and I'm greedily counterstriking right back, reciprocating everything as both of us softly moan into each other. I'm actually fucking enjoying kissing a dude. The thought disturbs me but I remind myself we're just acting. We're getting paid to make this seem hotter than it ever is in real life.

Logan starts to press his hand underneath my shirt as our tongues are still driving together, raising the fabric up. I copy his movement, rubbing my hand against his stomach, lifting his shirt up too and running my fingers along his smooth, cut abs. They're definitely more defined than mine are, my fingers sinking into the depressions between the muscles.

He breaks the kiss and starts to pull his shirt off as I tear my hand away to follow his lead, gripping my fingers around the neck of the shirt the studio had provided and lifting it up over my body. We both throw the garments to the floor, my hand finding Logan's smooth chest as he presses his face back to my lips. I'm feeling his little pecs as he's kissing me again, holding on to my bicep as our tongues twirl together. Logan moves his hand to my forearm, gently guiding my fingers up to the back of his head. I dig into his hair and pull our mouths together, kissing him deeper until he releases and takes hold of my bulge.

I'd probably be rock hard right now even without the Viagra, desperate to be touched, desperate to feel a hand on my dick again, any hand, even his. I touch his abs a second time, admiring how fucking ripped they are, before I grip his bulge too as we're still kissing, feeling his hard dick through the fabric of his sweatpants. I'd never touched another guy's bulge until that moment, assuming it was going to weird me out, but I'd had my hand all over my own cock for so many years now. Feeling a solid dick actually felt like the most natural thing in the world to me, even if it wasn't mine.

And Logan's shaft is definitely rock hard. I hadn't seen him take a Viagra and the little gay guy obviously didn't need it. Knowing that I was turning him on so much turned me on. He'd never been explicit about being into me, aside from his telling glances, but now I could feel how much he was. My scene partner was genuinely enjoying this, relishing in this opportunity to be with me even if it was a job.

We're still making out, urgently grabbing at each other's bulges, when Todd breaks in. "That was hot as fuck, boys," he encourages. "You're doing a perfect job, Brent. Keep giving me exactly that for the rest of the scene."

Logan smiles at me as he withdraws from my mouth, lust obvious in his eyes. I know he can't wait for more after the way we'd kissed, and I honestly can't wait for more either. Fucking Viagra! I swear I've never been this horny in my whole life.

"Brent, lie down on the left side of the bed," the director instructs. "Pull your left arm behind your head so that you're showing your bicep off."

I climb into the position, lowering my head into one of the pillows, lifting my arm up the way he'd requested, my veiny bicep and bushy pit on display for the camera.

"Logan, get beside him down by his legs," Todd directs. "Lift his left leg up and play with his foot a little. Brent, give me some soft moans like you're enjoying it." He moves the camera slightly closer as my scene partner kneels beside me. "Go for it."

Now Bob's insistence about the pedicure suddenly made sense. Logan lifts my heavy, hairy leg into the air, twisting it toward the camera as he wraps his hands around my bare foot. A bolt of lightning shoots through my body the second his fingers make contact, a totally natural moan escaping my mouth as my scene partner begins to gently massage my sole. Holy shit, this is definitely a new sensation. I'd never had my feet touched until this moment, but why has no one fucking done this for me before? Logan gently sucks each of my toes and that's even more pleasant, pleasure reverberating through me as I'm letting out soft moans. He starts lapping his tongue against my sole, licking up from my heel to my toes. "God damn," I whisper, Logan's smiling face peering down at mine.

"Hold it there, Logan," Todd interrupts, moving the camera to get a close-up of my face. "Keep going."

The director captures my ecstatic expression as my scene partner's wet tongue returns to my sole, more involuntary moans flooding out of me.

"Get his other leg up when I pull back and work both his feet," Todd instructs, stepping over to his original position. "And then start moving up to take his shorts off. Go."

Logan lifts my other leg up into the air, pressing my feet together and wrapping his hands around the tops. He works both of them, running his tongue sensually down my soles, sucking on all my toes and stuffing several between his lips at once.

I can't believe how incredible he's making me feel and all he's doing is using his mouth on my fucking feet! "That's so good," I murmur, Logan smiling down at me again. My scene partner lets one of my legs down, kissing up the other and planting his hand on the inside of my thigh as he lets it hit the bed. He lowers his head down and laps his tongue against the bulge in my shorts, gently pressing his lips to the fabric before he leans in to make out with me again, his fingers starting to pull at the buttons as our tongues energetically collide.

"Yeah," Logan whispers softly, pulling back and dragging the shorts slightly down, taking the white Calvin Klein briefs they'd made me wear with them, my rigid dick sticking out from the underwear. He envelops my big shaft with his hand, lowering his face down and eagerly plunging my cock into his mouth.

A mouth is apparently a fucking mouth. I don't feel disgusted at all having Logan's lips wrapped around my dick. He's expertly bobbing up and down on it, sliding his tongue against the head, working the rest of my length with his fingers and it all feels good. It all feels really, really good. Too good. Even if I closed my eyes right now, I'd definitely know it wasn't a chick down there sucking my cock. He's so much better than any girl who'd ever handled it. What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I actually enjoying a guy giving me head? Fucking Viagra.

"Brent, start pulling your shorts and underwear down with your left hand and then throw it back behind your head," Todd directs. "Run the other one through his hair a bit while he's sucking you off."

I'm actually fucking enjoying having Logan blow me as I slide the clothes down a few inches on my legs, raising my arm as the director had requested. When I press my fingers into my scene partner's blond hair, I start forcing him down deeper on my cock. He lifts his hand away from my dick, greedily swallowing more and more of the length, constantly reinforcing that it's the best head of my life as he buries my dick even deeper down his throat and I fuck his mouth with it.

Todd moves the camera down to my feet as I finally let Logan go, allowing the little gay guy to work my shaft at his own speed. He's holding nothing back, relentlessly plunging down on it with his warm, wet mouth like a blowjob expert. The best head of my life gets better and better and better.

"Brent, you seem to really like what Logan is doing," the director hints. "You want to return the favor for him?"

I gulp at the question as my scene partner's mouth is still wrapped around my hard dick. "Yeah, I can try it," I say hesitantly. $750. $750. Rent almost paid. Kissing him wasn't scary. Having him suck my dick wasn't scary. His cock isn't scary. I can do this. It's just a fucking dick and all I have to do is wrap my lips around it.

"Logan, you're going to pull your mouth off, lie down, and start stripping your sweats down," Todd instructs. "Brent, you're going to jump up, pull your shorts all the way off, and give him head. Let's do it.".

"Fuck, dude," I mumble to Logan as he finally pulls himself off my dick. "You just sucked my dick than any girl ever has."

He grins up at me like he knows he's good at it, not saying a word. Of course he's good at it. He's made $20,000 sucking dicks. He's a professional. It doesn't mean anything. I bet a straight female porn star could suck me even better.

Logan rises up, pushing his gray sweatpants down as he's kneeling beside me, and then he throws himself down on the bed, pulling the pants and skimpy underwear down his thighs to let his rock hard little dick escape. It's thinner and shorter than my huge cock, barely six inches long.

I'm not looking forward to sucking a dick for the first time in my life, but I'm mesmerized realizing Logan's lower half is as hairless as his torso, shaved completely smooth. A groin without a hair in sight feels immediately familiar. I strip my shorts and briefs off, throwing them down on the floor, turning on to my side and positioning my face next to my scene partner's cock. I grip his rigid shaft around the base like he'd gripped mine, stroking it for a few seconds and steeling my resolve. It's just a fucking dick. I can do this. I shove my mouth down over the tip, letting Logan's little length invade me.

"Oh yeah," he moans above me. "Fuck yeah. Suck that dick, man."

Even after a shower I can taste masculinity as I'm pushing my lips down on his shaft. It's not big and all Logan's hair has been shaved away, but it's still a dick. It doesn't taste anything like a pussy, but hearing Logan gutturally moaning above me, encouraging me to suck him off, I reach for my own solid length and start jerking off as I try to replicate the way he'd blown me. Fucking Viagra. No wonder other straight guys are able to do this shit.

"Deepthroat it," Logan encourages, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and pulling me down as he's softly moaning and groaning for the camera.

I effortlessly sink my mouth down to his hairless balls, barely believing I was capable, but he wasn't that big.

"Yeah, man!" Logan grunts. "Fuck yeah!"

Hearing him sound pleased, knowing how easily I could swallow him, I lodge his little dick all the way into my mouth a few more times, eager to put on my best performance.

"That feels fucking good," he says between moans, as I'm burying my mouth to his smooth balls again, lifting off and letting a huge stream of saliva pour out all over him.

I start working his shaft with my hand again, not imagining that he's a girl anymore, just pretending that he's me, thinking about how I would want a chick to touch my dick. Logan's moans are intensifying, his hand rubbing against my back as he grunts and moans.

I want that $20,000. I want more than $20,000. I'm working my fucking ass off to prove to Bob that I'm worth it. I pull my hand back and sink my mouth all the way down on Logan's dick again, taking the whole thing, still touching myself as I'm deepthroating him.

"Oh fuck!" he yells. "Yeah! Oh fuck!" He's moaning more intensely than ever as I glide my lips back up and bury his length down my throat. "Yeah! Fuck, man!"

"Wow, Brent," Todd breaks in. "You've really never sucked a dick before?"

I pull off of Logan and look back at the director, shaking my head. "Definitely not. Just trying to make it look good for you."

Todd smirks at me. "Yeah, that was fantastic. Let's get that big bubble butt in on the action, Brent. Get on all fours in the center of the bed and spread your legs wide apart. Poke your ass up into the air. Logan, you're going to strip those clothes off as you climb up behind him, and then you're going to eat his ass."

I glance up at Logan and he looks fucking giddy, like he's been dreaming about touching my butt. Lucky fucking gay guy. They're all probably fantasizing about my massive ass when they see it. My scene partner lifts up and I maneuver to the center of the bed, planting my hands on the mattress and spreading my legs wide apart, arching my back to push the huge mounds of my butt into the air.

Logan climbs behind me, his hand eagerly touching my cheek. His smooth face presses into the crack of my furry ass, his tongue sliding along my skin, lapping right beside my hole before he starts licking directly against it. "Oh fuck!" I groan instantly. I'd never even considered doing something like this before, but having his tongue work against my hole is fucking amazing. I can't even believe how good it feels, not having to fake the moans as Logan digs his wet tongue into my hole.

"You like that?" he asks, lifting his face away and spreading my cheeks apart with his hands.

"Fuck yeah, man!" I grunt back, totally meaning it. I'm going to need the kinkiest, dirtiest girl I can find when this is all over. How the fuck do you even ask a chick to lick your ass?

Logan rubs a finger across my hole, sliding his saliva all over my tight ring and that feels fucking good too. I look back at him, scared shitless that he's going to try to push it inside me, but he doesn't, lowering his head to my crack again and lapping his tongue against my skin with his finger still planted there. He lifts the digit away, diving his face back in and eating my ass out with full force, his hand wrapping around my hard dick and stroking my shaft as I moan louder and louder and louder.

"Alright, great. Let's reset now," Todd breaks in. "Logan, I want you ass up at the end of the bed. Brent, you're going to be kneeling in front of him. Lick his ass like you'd lick a pussy."

Logan positions himself at the end of the mattress, his head at the edge of the bed, throwing his legs up into the air. I kneel in front of him, seeing that his ass is shaved as smooth as the rest of him, like a girl's, and it almost looks appealing to me. For the first time during the shoot, as I'm lowering my head down between my scene partner's open legs, I realize they're completely hairless too, every single strand meticulously stripped away. The guy's skin is perfectly smooth except for the blond hair on his head and the wispy patches in his pits. I don't need to be any more turned on right now, but noticing that definitely does the trick.

I'm holding his ass up in the air with my hands on his cheeks, staring down at his hairless pink hole. It's not a pussy, but I sink my mouth down to it anyway, hesitantly lapping my tongue against Logan's skin. I was expecting this to be disgusting too, but his hole is so pink, so smooth, and he's so fresh and clean I forget that I'm licking a dude's asshole. I attack the tight opening like a pussy, gently lapping my tongue against it, shoving the tip against his slit, Logan moaning ecstatically with everything I do.

"You like my tongue on your ass?" I whisper as seductively as I can, diving back in, sliding my tongue more aggressively against Loan's hairless pink hole.

"Oh my god, you definitely know what you're doing!" he murmurs back.

The more I eat Logan's ass, the more I get into it, loving the way I'm making him moan, loving the blissful expression on his face when I glance up at him. He's enjoying this so fucking much. I'm making him feel so good. Bob is going to beg me to do more scenes.

Fucking Viagra. Without even being asked, after gleefully tonguing Logan's smooth ass for several minutes, I pull my face away and lift my hand up to his wet hole. I press a finger into my scene partner's butt and he moans urgently, like it's the greatest feeling in the world. I'm staring intently into his eyes as I plunge a second finger into his tight hole, Logan looking up at me with even more pleasure plastered across his face.

"Oh fuck, dude," he groans, his blue eyes still locked on mine. "Yeah, finger my ass. Oh fuck!"

I press a third finger into his butt, not waiting for Todd to direct me. I liked Logan reacting, stuffing him and watching him enjoy it. I don't even care about him being a little gay dude getting off on having a straight guy's fingers in his hole. I'm so fucking hard watching his blissful expression. I dig a fourth finger into Logan's ass, half my hand buried inside him.

"Oh fuck!" he yelps, his hands gripping my thighs and his fingers digging into them. "Fuck yeah!"

"Think you can handle my dick?" I growl at Logan.

"Fuck yeah I can!" he immediately says back.

The director stops us there. "Awesome, Brent," he compliments. "Let his ass down, and climb up between his legs with your dick at his hole," he instructs. "Moan a little, add an occasional 'fuck yeah,' tell him he feels good, but don't overdo it while you're fucking him. Don't make it sound fake. Let Logan lead you on the dialog and go with it. Hey, Rick, get him the lube!"

The production assistant walks up and hands me a bottle. "Put some on his hole too," he directs.

I squirt a generous portion into Logan's ass, rubbing it all over his hole, feeling an urge to finger him again as I slather my dick up and hand the bottle back. I look over at Todd and he throws his thumb up. I wasn't nervous at all after everything I'd already done, Logan looking at me expectantly as I start to slide my dick into the tight ring of his hole.

"Oh my god!" he moans as the first couple inches of my cock penetrate into his insides, Logan's mouth gaping open. "Oh fuck!"

I don't have to bother acting as I press my dick deeper into my scene partner's butt. The guy's hole is tight and warm, tighter than any pussy I'd ever fucked. I'm looking down at his face as I bottom out, Logan taking my whole length like it was nothing despite what he'd said about struggling earlier. I knew he was too turned on for that. He wanted me. I grunt loudly feeling his insides hugging my shaft as I start to thrust it in and out. "Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight!"

Logan grins at me, grabbing his solid little cock and starting to stroke himself. "Yeah, you like that tight ass?" he asks between moans.

"Fuck yeah I do!" I groan, and I fucking meant it. My scene partner's butt feels incredible wrapped around my dick. I imagined this being boring and empty because he was a guy, but I'm feeling so much pleasure as I start to plow Logan's ass harder, making him moan more ecstatically. His abs are flexed, his little pecs bouncing as I stroke into him, Logan letting go of his dick to plant his hands on my thighs, lustily pulling my body into his. Feeling him touch me is electric. I'm totally lost in the moment.

"Brent, grab his ankles," Todd orders, moving behind me.

I grip Logan's ankles and use the leverage to pull him into me, my scene partner still doing the same thing with his hands on my legs. We're both moaning rhythmically together the whole time. I'm absolutely loving the way he feels, wanting to drive my dick even deeper into his eager ass.

"Fuck," he whimpers as my dick is sawing in and out of him. "Fuck yeah, man. Oh my god! Oh yeah, fuck me harder!"

He keeps repeating the same several phrases over and over, making me feel like he's the one acting. I decide I want to hear Logan begging to get fucked for real. I'm going to thrust so hard he'll struggle to form words. I plant my hands on the bed beside the little gay guy's body, looming up over him with my arms underneath his knees, forcing his thighs closer to his torso.

"You read my mind, Brent," the director says as he moves the camera in front of us. "Give it to him."

There's a glimmer in Logan's eyes as I start pounding him more forcefully, using the position to powerfully slam into his ass, driving my dick all the way in and out of his hole. His calves are bulging against my skin, the muscles bouncing with every vicious thrust, sweat starting to drip down my forehead.

"Oh my god!" he groans. "You feel so fucking good, Brent!" Logan ceases his canned porn dialog, just moaning and whimpering fervently as I brutally plow his guts. He's gleefully taking everything I give him, and the way his blue eyes are eagerly looking into mine I know he wants to kiss me.

I lean is as I'm still fucking him and shove my tongue into my scene partner's mouth, both of us softly moaning into each other as we hungrily make out. I'm so turned on and his ass is giving me so much pleasure that I feel my orgasm starting to build as I'm stroking into him. I have to pull away and stop plowing him to keep the cum inside my dick.

"You need to pull out and firm up, Brent?" the director asks.

"No, I just got close," I admit, twisting my face to his. When I look back down at Logan, he's grinning smugly. He loves knowing that I'd almost cum while we kissed and fucked.

Todd lowers the camera down. "Alright, let's cut it there then," he decides. "Brent, I'm going to have Logan ride you now. If you get close again, just pull out and we'll reset."

What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm actually disappointed that I have to pull my dick out of him. I like fucking him like this. I want to keep fucking him like this. I love making him moan so hard he can't even utter the repetitive words he'd been spewing from the start. Fucking Viagra. It's definitely the Viagra, and the fact that I haven't cum in a week. I'd probably be willing to cum in anyone right now. I fucking need to cum. I need to stop this shit.

Logan grunts loudly when I finally tear my dick from his hole and I'm still rock hard. Fucking Viagra!

"Brent, lie on the bed, and stick one of those pillows behind yourself so that your upper body is a bit upright," the director prompts. "Logan, straddle him facing me."

I position myself at the center of the bed, pulling one of the pillows against the padded headboard and resting my head against it.

"A little higher, Brent," Todd requests. "Put your head up against that headboard and just have the pillow behind you."

I slide up higher, the director throwing his thumb up, Logan climbing on top of me and stopping a few inches shy of my cock touching his crack.

"Perfect. Go for it, guys."

My scene partner braces himself with one hand on the headboard, his little bicep flexed, the other on his knee, lowering down and finally touching his wet, loosened hole to my solid dick. He turns his head toward me and peers down at my face as he starts pressing my shaft into his open ass. "Oh fuck!" he whimpers, instantly sliding down to my balls, my hands wrapping around his completely smooth ankles. He starts the constant stream of "Oh my god, oh fuck, yeah, oh my god," again as he's riding me, greedily bouncing up and down my dick. After a couple minutes of fucking himself, I see his hand reach for his barely six inch cock, feeling his hole clamp down as he starts to stroke himself.

Fuck this bland acting shit. I want to make him moan for real again, to fuck Logan so hard he can't even say words. I start bucking my dick up into his ass, sliding my hand under his thigh, the little guy barely moving his body as I take over. "Oh my god, yeah!" he groans. "Fuck me with that big dick!" His moans grow more passionate and we look into each other's eyes, his words finally ceasing as he's blissfully moaning above me, awash in ecstasy.

"Yeah?" I murmur.

"Keep fucking me hard like that!" he begs.

I start slamming my dick even more violently into Logan's ass, my balls loudly slapping against his skin, his hand working his dick more vigorously as he hungrily stares down at me.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" he grunts after another minute of impassioned moaning.

I'm still bucking up hard into Logan's butt when his load violently sprays out, the first squirt splashing across his little pecs, the second reaching all the way to the top of the headboard and splattering all over my face. Strings keep erupting from his little cock, coating his abs in creamy white jizz. I violently pound into him for another minute, feeling his seed start to stream down into my beard as it cascades down his smooth skin.

"Awesome, boys," Todd cuts in. "Hold it there for a second." He moves the camera closer to us. "Alright, Brent, when you're ready to bust, pull out and cum all over his dick and balls, and then shove your dick back into Logan's hole. You need to jack off a little to shoot for me?"

"No, I'm good," I answer. There's fucking cum on face right now and I don't even care.

"Go for it, Brent."

I start fucking Logan's hole hard again, letting my orgasm build. I know I'm supposed to pull my dick out but I don't even care about what the director told me to do. His ass feels so fucking good on my cock and I want to cum inside him. I'm so fucking horny and pent-up I need to spew my seed inside his tight hole. Just imagining my load leaking out of his smooth, pink opening sends me over the edge. "Oh fuck yeah, I'm cumming too!" I grunt, plunging my shaft balls deep into Logan, feeling the first shot explode from my balls as I let a few inches slip out of him trying to feign an attempt to pull my dick out.

He realizes what's happening as my jizz starts spilling into his insides. "Cum inside me!" he begs, his face twisted to mine, his blue eyes staring into me. "Shoot that fucking load inside me!"

"Yeah!" I grunt, moaning wildly as my dick is still unleashing into his hole.

Logan lifts his ass up high into the air when my shaft stops spasming, a trickle of my seed splashing down on to my skin from his hole before he lowers back down and takes me to the balls.

"Hey Logan, can you lift back up and push some of his load out?" Todd wonders.

He raises his ass up above me again, slipping off my rock hard cock, another torrent of my warm cum dripping down to my dick and splattering into my pubes. He keeps pushing and the whole week worth of jizz endlessly squirts out of his hole.

"Could you feel it when he came inside you, Logan?" the director asks.

He settles back down on top of me, sitting right above my dick, grabbing both our hard shafts and rubbing them together, smearing my cum all over his cock. Logan laughs before his face turns into a big smile. "Yeah, I definitely felt it."

My cock is so sensitive right now I can barely handle feeling his hand against it, my whole body jumping up every time his fingers graze my length.

"How was your first time, Brent?" he asks me next.

I smirk without even having to fake it, Logan's face peering back to mine as he releases his grip on my dick. "Definitely better than I expected," I say like I'm completely satisfied.

"That was super hot, guys. Logan made quite the mess all over both of you, so I'll let you go get cleaned up," Todd concludes.

He pulls the camera back a bit, as Logan and I are both smiling at each other, finally setting it down.

"Brent, you're going to need to get better at taking directions on the cum shots," he immediately scolds me as Logan is climbing off my body. "But that turned out to be an awesome creampie, so I'll let it go."

Now I was a little worried that my desire to bust inside my scene partner was going to fuck up my chances of getting paid again. "Sorry, I've never had to pull out of a guy's ass like that before," I pretend to apologize.

"No worries, I think Bob's actually going to love that," he says. "Come on, boys, let's go ahead and get the shower scene done."

Shower scene? Fuck. I thought it was over when he finally set the camera down. There are so many confusing thoughts roiling through my mind. I'm still so horny and so hard after a week without release and taking a fucking Viagra that I want to flip Logan on his back right now and jam my dick into him again, plowing the seed I'd shot deeper into his guts. I want to slam my dick into his ass and hear him moaning wildly again. What the fuck is wrong with me? I should be wanting to run away from this. I should be wanting to collect my check and hoping I never have to see the little gay guy again, feeling ashamed about what we'd just done together. But I don't.

I'm only ashamed because I don't feel ashamed. I could cash my check and find some slutty chick and buy her drinks all night, easily taking her home, but I already know I'd be thinking about Logan, comparing the random girl to him the whole time. I'd want her to touch my feet like he had and lick my ass like he had. I'd be imagining his rough kisses, his amazing blowjob, his incomparably tight ass wrapped around my dick. I need to fucking talk to this dude about everything streaming through my mind right now. I can't be the only straight guy he's worked with who's suddenly had these thoughts. I'm already imagining him reassuring me that it's just the Viagra, that every other straight dude he's worked with has felt a little weird after being doped up and deprived of orgasms.

"You Ok?" Logan asks, standing there above me beside the bed, looking down at me with his smooth, pretty face, the whole film crew waiting by the door.

"Yeah, man!" I say immediately, trying to bury all the thoughts as I lift up, my dick still hard as steel.

We walk naked down the hallway of Bob's mansion, into the bathroom where I'd had my body hair trimmed down and first showered. Rick slides the door open and twists the knob in the shower, the water starting to flow down as he backs away.

Todd presses his camera up at us. "So you're going to climb into the shower together now. Touch Logan a little, Brent," he prompts. "Put your hands on his ass. Kiss him too. Make out a little bit. Banter about how that was fun."

He starts recording, Logan and I stepping into the hot shower naked together and facing each other. "I never would have guessed that was your first time," Logan says playfully, his eyes staring up into mine before he grabs the body wash and starts soaping up my body, water cascading down around us.

"You made it really easy," I try to say seductively.

Logan smiles. "You should turn around," he suggests. When I do, Logan slaps my ass a few times before I feel him rubbing soap between my cheeks, his hands all over my butt. "You have the biggest fucking ass," he compliments.

I'm laughing as I twist around to face him again, his blue eyes looking longingly into mine. "Your ass is pretty nice too," I say, my fingers wrapping around his hairless globes and spreading them apart as our dicks brush together. I reach a hand behind Logan's head and pull him into a kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth and eagerly thrusting against mine. The gay guy's breath is still minty fresh, his smooth face rubbing into my trimmed beard. His hands envelop my ass as we passionately make out with the warm water loudly pouring down all around us.

"That's a wrap, boys," I can barely hear Todd say from beyond the shower, hesitantly breaking the kiss and stepping back to see the director lowering the camera down, Logan's hands releasing me. "We'll let you guys finish cleaning up." The crew finally exits the bathroom, leaving me alone with Logan.

Knowing that I can't chalk my feelings up to filming anymore makes the situation awkward. He's right there in front of me, looking up into my eyes still, and I'm looking down into his, still feeling the lust, but all my courage melts away knowing we aren't performing a scene anymore. I'm too much of a fucking mess to talk to him. "You ready to get out?" I ask.

"Yeah, if you are," he answers.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm imagining shoving Logan into the wall, pinning the little gay guy there and pressing my tongue into his mouth, letting him kiss me authentically without a camera rolling. I want to turn him around and grab his shoulders and shove my hard fucking dick in his hole again, to hear him passionately moaning because he likes being stuffed with my big cock, without any pressure to perform. Fuck Bob's rule about not cumming for a week. Fuck Viagra! "Yeah," I finally decide, stepping over to the knob and turning the shower off, opening the door and motioning for my scene partner to step out.

There are two fresh towels waiting there for us, Logan starting to dry off his smooth, toned little body before he presses one into my hands, his eyes catching mine. He knows. I know he knows what I'm thinking. The way he looks at me doesn't leave any doubt. And he wants it too. Of course he wants it. "You did an awesome job," he compliments, not betraying anything as he rubs the towel against his blond hair. Logan's dick is obviously soft again even if mine isn't.

"Thanks, man," I mutter. I need to give myself a day, let myself get off a few more times now that I'm free, maybe pick a chick up, and then all this cloudy shit will fade. Then I'll feel ashamed about the thoughts I'm having, embarrassed that I ever thought them. We were acting. We were performing together to get paid. None of this was real. This is what Bob inflicts on random straight guys like me so he can enjoy his million dollar mansion and roam around town in his Audi R8. "What do we do now?" I ask as I'm drying myself off.

Logan smiles warmly. "Get dressed and go home. We're done."

He walks out of the bathroom wrapped in the towel and I follow behind him, the clothes we'd worn to the shoot piled on the couch we'd first sat on together. I try not to look at the gay guy as we're both getting dressed, but I still want to talk to him. I want him to tell me that I'm not fucking crazy.

I follow Logan to the foyer, the unnamed assistant Bob had never introduced standing there and handing each of us an envelope without saying a word as we both trek toward the door. What the fuck am I supposed to do? We're both about to climb into our cars and drive away, and I probably won't ever see Logan again unless he wanders into Sports with his chick friends while I'm working behind the bar. "What are you doing after this?" I finally venture to ask Logan.

"I was just going to head back to my apartment," he says as we're halfway to the door.

I can't suppress my urge to have a conversation with him away from Bob's mansion. "Would you want to go grab a drink with me?" I suggest.

He looks nervous, not speaking another word until we're through the front door. "Sorry for clamping up," he says when we're beyond it. "But Bob doesn't like the models hanging out when we aren't shooting."

I barely hear him as I'm tearing the envelope in my hand open, suddenly remembering why I'd bothered to do any of this shit. I wanted to see the money, even if I am insanely fucking confused.

Logan laughs at me. "It's all there, trust me," he assures. "I've done this a dozen times now."

I don't even care, pulling the printed check up to my face as we stroll to our cars. $750 is made out to my name, from Campus Productions. "This is fucking sweet," I mutter.

Logan laughs again, both of us pausing in the driveway, awkwardly looking at each other. "Were you serious about grabbing a drink right now?" he asks.

The short, pretty, hairless guy who I'd kissed and touched and eagerly dumped my load inside is standing there staring up at me like he's game, and suddenly I feel nervous about talking to him again. "Yeah," I mumble, my eyes veering to the landscaping.