The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 200 – Part Two

Day Five - Thursday

Thursday started like all the others...so early that the birds complained we were disturbing their sleep.

"Looks like we are off set early today," I said noting my call times.

"We all are," Blake said. "It sucks."

"Why does it suck?" I asked.

"The only reason we have to leave set is that all the girls are doing all their locker and shower scenes, right after our locker room scenes, so all the boys are banned from set. It's a closed set with minimum crew."

"How do they do that with the main female characters? With the boys, they could film right down to the waist and with extras in the background, it would be easy to assume everyone was naked."

"Girls are filmed up closer," J.P. explained. "They also film from the back, and go lower like they do with the guys. Extras will be naked in the background just like the guys, so that's why we're all banned from set until they're done."

"What's with the second call time for 5pm?" I asked.

"It's party time," Blake grinned. "This is the party that Crash is throwing. That's why I don't understand why we're all being banned from the set. I mean at the party we're gonna see lots of girls naked."

"Are we though?" J.P. asked. "I have a feeling it'll be well choreographed to avoid anyone seeing anything they're not age appropriate for. How are you even at this party since your character is only 13?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm crashing it. My script says Duane busts in on Scott hooking up with Becky. Gotta be seeing some boobs there," Blake reasoned.

"Probably not," `Marvin' said quickly. "You'll likely bust in on an empty room shot from different angles, and by the time you're included in the scene, they'll have covered up."

"Wait! Hold up," I said quickly. "The guy I've been hitting on is now hooking up with a girl. That two-timing hussy. He's gonna be my boyfriend."

"SHUT UP Keith. Scott's not gay!" Blake said as Duane, and then gave a playful tackle.

`Marvin' laughed as he and Garren watched us. Garren still appeared to be in his quiet mood, so I hope he's actually alright. He probably just needs a good poop. That always makes me feel better.

"Boys, boys. There's enough of me for everyone," `Marvin' said moving in to stop us. "Duane, I know you're just jealous. How about I take you both back to my room so we can resolve this? If you've never been with a guy, how do you know you won't enjoy it?"

Blake, looked at `Marvin' with a grin. "Good point bro. Never thought of it like that. Maybe you could both show me. But don't hold back. Really pound me, so I get the full experience."

Garren shook his head. "I have a feeling on-screen Duane may not be that easy to convert."

"Probably," Blake nodded, "but off-screen Duane is horny as fuck right now."

The car arrived, and we were off for another day of fun and adventure. Mostly standing around type of fun and adventure. As we watched things being prepared for the first scene of the day, J.P. came over to Jason and I.

"Hey, I was talking to the director and he wanted to know if we should put your names in the opening credits as guest stars, or bury them in the closing credits? Up until now it's only been my name, but since you're actually acting in this episode, you get credited."

"Pass. I can't speak for Jason, but I don't need my name on this. We're just doing it to help out and make your role more interesting to the fans. I say leave us off completely."

"Agreed," Jason nodded. "Plus isn't that going to be even more confusing? You're Pelletier and we're `Masters'. Try explaining that story to the press and make it sound believable, or not turn into its own documentary, especially when you become super famous."

"I was thinking about that. What if I change my stage name to J.P. Pelletier-Masters? Would sure eliminate having to explain our origin story."

"What would your mom say about that?" I asked. "I mean Mary is a Pelletier. Wouldn't it be sort of an insult to change?"

"We actually talked about that a while ago. Not for the acting thing, but the triplet thing. She asked if I was finding it difficult to explain why we had different last names, so it's something I've thought about. Would you guys be okay if I did change my name? I was thinking maybe along the same lines as Blake. He's a Worthington-Masters, I could legally be a Pelletier-Masters."

"I mean it'd be awesome for all of us to have the same name, but don't do it because of our past."

"No, I wouldn't. I mean when we go anywhere together, people assume I'm a Masters anyway, and mostly I never correct them."

"Well it's up to you, but we're cool the way it is," Jason told him, and I agreed. "Make sure you tell the director that we don't want listing on the credits. Keep the fan base guessing."

"I'll let the director know," he said before taking off.

"I think it would be cool having J.P. as a Masters," I admitted.

"Me too," Jason agreed, "but I'm just as cool having him remain a Pelletier."

"True. Whatever he decides, I'm in agreement."

"Oh yeah, what if he decides that we should all become Pelletier-Masters?"

"Then hey, it was fun while it lasted. I'm fine going back to being twins," I joked.

Jason rolled his eyes. "That's what I thought."

We were still sitting together watching them change up and prepare for the next scene, when the main producer and J.P. walked up to us.

"Guys, J.P. told me what you said about being listed on the credits. I respect that you're doing it for J.P., but we really want to capitalize more on the triplet hook this season. It got a lot of buzz last year, so I was sort of thinking that maybe for the first episode of the new season, make a big deal out of you being here by listing you as special guest stars. J.P. is changing his name to Pelletier-Masters, so having you on the credits as well is going to really get social media talking. After that, we'll simply list you on the end credits with your character names to keep it consistent."

"Fine by me. We don't really want to be credited, but whatever you think will work to keep the show interesting and relevant," I shrugged. Jason also agreed with it.

"Good. Good. With the photo shoot and the marketing, I think we really can ramp this up. You'll be on every billboard and bus in the country by the time we're done. If the show gets enough buzz, we'll send the three of you on the talk show circuit. From Good Morning America to The Tonight Show. Maybe even hit the British market with Graham Norton. You'll have millions of fans trying to get a piece of you. You'll have more girls after you than you could handle. I'll let post production know," he said as he thanked us and took off.

"Just one girl is more than I could handle," I admitted to the guys.

"Yeah, but just think about the guys that will want to rip your clothes off when they find out that you're Keith," Jason teased. "Wouldn't that be worth your name in the credits?"

"Mmmm...maybe put my name first on the credits then. Justin Masters guest starring in `Blurred Lines' and then the rest of the opening credits roll. Yeah, I think I'll let post production know," I said looking up as if visualizing it in my head.

"And it begins," Jason laughed with J.P. agreeing with him.

"Hey, I was thinking..." I said to the two of them.

"Oh shit. That's never a good thing," J.P. said quickly. I gave him the finger.

"If you change to a hyphenated name and you marry some guy with a hyphenated name like Abernathy-Hollingsworth. You'd be Jean Paul Pelletier-Masters-Abernathy-Hollingsworth."

"At that point, I'd just change my name to a symbol to be easier," J.P. replied. "Gotta get back to set. Looks like they're ready."

"Where do you come up with stuff like that?" Jason asked. "I think you chose the wrong profession. You shouldn't have become a professional psychologist; you should have become a professional patient."

"Hey, if I don't use my imagination for things, then all that I'm left with is a great body and a world class sex drive," I replied as I stared at him.

"Despite you possibly being clinically insane, I still love you, bro."

"Thanks, same... I love me too," I chuckled.

The set had been prepared the way they wanted it, and to anyone watching, it looked like a typical locker room after being used by a group of boys. Towels and clothes lying around, a couple lockers open, or partially open. Things that looked random, but really weren't as the set decorators had been meticulous. The extras were gathered off to the side, being given final directions on how the scene would flow. I'm gathering from the look of it, and the fact that everyone was back in the dirty football uniforms, that this scene was supposed to be right after the football field scenes.

Once they were ready, and had done a fast walk through of the scene, the entire football team was sprayed down with water to ensure they looked as wet as when they'd left the field. I think they call this continuity. I hope it's warm water in the showers, or you're gonna have some really uncomfortable actors.

"I want to see enthusiasm and excitement," the director announced as he took his seat in preparation for the day to get underway. "This was your first win against a tough team. Let's keep that going right through into the showers. This is a continuous shot, so let's make it count. You each have your marks that we've been over with you. Let's see if you can hit them first time so you're not in the shower for hours. Extras, you're in first. Go right to your marks at the back, leaving the front showers for the main dialogue."

This is the one that I'd been excited about when I read it, for the most obvious of reasons. Additionally, I wondered if they actually showered, and if so, were they using warm water, or cold so it wouldn't steam up the set. It's the same when I see actors eating onscreen. Are they actually doing it, or is it faked too? Even after my first scene, I wasn't any wiser on that since J.P. had real orange juice and we had prop juice. J.P. told me once that if they ever gave you ice cream on set, not to eat it as it was likely mashed potatoes. Could you imagine that surprise? Yuck.

Everyone was at the back of the locker room as if they were just entering. "Action". They all immediately became excited as they talked to each other. I'm not sure if they were just winging it, or if they had actual lines, but I'm assuming it was all just random, as all the script said was `team enters locker room enthusiastically'. Maybe the background actors got different scripts with actual words on it, but they weren't actually talking, just lip syncing.

The first few, which were the extras, quickly split off to the sides, leaving the focus on the main characters as the cameras followed them. It was the guy with a camera strapped to his chest on a harness that was the most interesting. He had crew behind him. One was moving the cables back so he didn't trip over them, while another was guiding him with a hand on his shoulder. Maybe that's the guy they call the `grip' because he grips the cameraman to ensure he doesn't fall. Wonder if they call the guy with the wires, the cable guy. Although they probably had some fancier title, like Electrical Service Corridor Placement Officer. Maybe they just call him Wires.

As the cast talked about the game, the uniforms were coming off exposing just how dirty the guys really were. It was funny to see faces and hands really dirty, while areas protected by layers of clothes were still clean. Wonder how long that took in makeup. Was it makeup, or did they just smear the guys in actual mud? Many of them had mud on stomach and backs, and lower legs, but not on thighs. I guess different materials let in more dirt than others.

I watched the difference in how the scene progressed. Lots of extras in the background got completely naked, before grabbing towels from lockers, and heading to the showers. The main characters stripped only to their jock strap, which still exposed their asses, but from what I was seeing on the monitor, the camera only got some side butt shots, whereas the rest of us could see full butt. No `buts' from me about this scene. Then they bent over slightly, acting as if they were removing the jocks before wrapping in a towel and heading to the showers.

As the filming moved into the shower area, the extras were showering for real. I found out later that the water was only barely warm so as to avoid steam getting onto the cameras and fogging up lenses. Figured it'd be something like that. The main guys deliberately hung up their towels, and moved to the shower to continue dialogue. I'm guessing they focused on the towels to give viewers the belief that all of them were now naked. The team washed off the dirt, and talked excitedly about their win. There were three cameras in the showers with them, but well off to the side so they wouldn't get wet. I'm assuming they did this so they wouldn't have to reset for multiple takes.

At one point, Scott reached over with the soap to wash Crash's back, and he jumped a mile. "What the fuck, dude?" He snapped at Scott.

"Calm down. Your back is dirty. Clean it yourself then, asshole," Scott snapped back.

"Wasn't expecting that, is all," Crash said returning to normal. "Just that issue last year and all."

"That issue?" Scott snapped. "The issue where you were all calling me a fag because of some rumour that one of our rivals spread? They really did a number on you guys didn't they. Dude, if I were gay, don't you think you'd have known it by now considering how many times we've hit the showers? Anyway, if I were gay, what the hell makes you think I'd go for you? You wouldn't exactly get my dick hard." The camera caught Crash looking down at Scott as if he were still naked.

"Why? What's wrong with me?" Crash asked, sounding insulted.

Scott just laughed. "Oh, it's such a long list. But since I'm straight, it's really a moot point anyway

"Makes sense. Yeah, it was stupid shit for sure. Just hyper sensitive right now. Got a lot on my mind."

"Anything I can help with?"

"Not really. I don't wanna get you involved. Already got myself into a mess. I don't need to drag anyone else with me."

"We're friends, so whatever you need, let me know and I'm here for you. Except if you need your dick sucking. Not doing that. Rumour or no rumour."

"Shut up," he said as they finished showering.

The dialogue went on for a while until the director called cut, and told everyone to stay where they were. Wardrobe moved in and held towels up around the regulars, and guest stars, as they got out of their jock straps, leaving them in only privacy socks. Now, this is getting good. Every one of them had a covering over their penis and testicles. Best way to describe them would be flesh coloured cloth shower caps, penis sized.

Once makeup and wardrobe ensured everything was the way they wanted, things resumed. They filmed a couple of minutes from different angles. The whole time, the extras had remained naked in the background. Seems no one cares about whether their junk is exposed or not. I guess the extras get a raw deal...no pun intended.

The cameras pulled back a little to show the extras filing past slowly and randomly. Once they were out of sight of the cameras, they were given towels and a warm robe. Only a few minutes after, the main cast were finishing their showers and grabbing towels off the hook as they exited. A few more scenes were done with extras in the background getting dressed, while the main focus was on the main cast talking about random shit.

Personally, I think we should have another take, but only with a few select extras. I'd already made a list, although I could only put down things like blond extra with hoop earring. Long brown hair extra with right shoulder tattoo of an anime superhero? Black guy with butt dimples. North. Things like that.

North had taken off quickly, as had many of the other extras, but my sights were set on someone I'd noticed right away. I made a beeline for him as soon as the filming was done.

The guy was about my height, but much more solidly built, as you'd expect from a football player. I placed him at around 19 or 20, with long brown hair and brown eyes. What made him go to the top of my list was the rainbow-coloured tattoo.

"Great ink on your hip," I said as I approached him. "Justin."

He looked around nervously. "You know I'm an extra, right?"

"Sure. Why?"

"We're not allowed to talk to actors or we could get fired," he said, repeating what North had told me.

"I think that only applies if you initiate the conversation. Not sure it makes sense If I'm the one talking to you. I'd make sure you weren't fired. So, what's your name?"

"Anthony," he replied.

"What's the tattoo?" I asked looking down at his covered leg.

He pulled the side of his robe open to show me. "It's the mountains and the ocean," he said noting the mountains on the left and a crashing wave on the right of a pyramid design. The mountain was in black ink and the wave in the rainbow colours. "It suits who I am as a person. I like mountaineering and surfing."

"I like how it has the cold reality of the mountains; against the colourful rainbow you might experience on the water."

"Again, it just represents who I am," he said as he refastened his robe. "Aren't you one of the main characters?" He asked looking me over.

"That'd be my brother. He usually plays all three roles. Jason and I just show up for scenes where it's just easier to have us on set together."

"Which character is yours?"

"Keith. The gay one," I replied.

"And are you? Gay?" he asked bluntly.

"In real life?"

He nodded.

"Yep. That's why acting seems so easy," I laughed. "Basically, show up as myself. A gay triplet. Not really a stretch of my acting skills...of which I have none."

"I've seen the show from last season. Did you do any of the scenes in that?"

"No, J.P. did them all. I think they asked us to do some this year as they want to make it try and make it more obvious that we're actually triplets, and not one actor playing all roles. Weird I know, considering it IS one actor playing all roles, despite us being actual triplets. Hollywood," I said shaking my head.

"Are your other brothers gay, or are they straight, like their characters?"

"You'd have to ask them," I replied not sure what I should be revealing here on set. If he was at home with me, we'd give him a Triple J'ing and see if that answered his question. Triple J'ing? I'm trying it out to see if it flies or not. How about a TJ slam? Best cure for a headache? A T3! I'll test out a few see what I like the best. Once I add the secret handshake, we can start a cult or something.

"Do you have plans after this?"

"Not until the call back at 5 for the party scene. Are you in that one?" I inquired.

"Yeah. We'll be part of the rowdy jocks around the pool," he revealed. "What are you guys doing?"

"All I know is I have to walk through and act as if I know everyone. I think the idea is that Kriss is at the party, but his brothers end up there too. Not sure if it's deliberate or accidental."

"Does one of you end up in the pool?"

"I think the character Kevin ends up in there with a girl. Jason plays Kevin," I explained. "My character tries to get Scott away from Becky, but as Kriss, not as Keith."

"Fuck, I don't know who's writing this stuff, but either he's really stoned a lot, or a mad genius."

"I'm gonna go with stoned. I have no idea what any of this is about," I said honestly.

"Me neither. I guess we all have to wait until the final cut is done. Why are you on set now if you aren't actually doing a scene?"

"I like watching how things are done. What's real and what isn't. Guess I now know what shower scenes are like. I'm still going with the fantasy that everyone gets to see the main characters naked though."

"Makes sense. I was like that at first, now I'm just looking to move from extra to more main stream things."

"Guess extras are just thrown in there as filler, huh?"

"Yeah, but without us, the scenes would look pretty flat and boring half the time. I have learned to master my speaking without talking though," he laughed.

"I've seen that," I nodded. "I'd probably not have any idea what to say while pretending to carry on a conversation."

"You pick it up pretty fast."

"Do you have to do lots of nude scenes like today?" I asked trying to move to something more interesting.

"No, but it happens. If they are looking for some sort of nudity, usually it's the extras that are given those roles. More established actors minimize their exposure...so to speak."

"I think all actors should do nudity...well all cute actors, anyway," I said grinning.

"I'd agree with that," he nodded. "You feel like hanging out for a bit before your shoot? I live nearby and we could maybe act out a few shower scenes together. I can't hang out with you on set. Just another one of those rules."

"Stupid rules, but I guess they have them for a reason. Would you like to do the shower scenes as extras, or main cast?" I smirked.

"You choose, but the steamy night scene would be as extras," he said as he let his robe fall open. I had no choice but to take a closer look at him. I was ready to practice my lines. I wonder if Mmmmhmmm, gurgle, slurp, would translate well onto a written script.

"I'd love to hang out, just as soon as I see the next scene. At least the first take."

He got dressed, and said he'd wait for me in the holding room. I felt a little bad that he couldn't stay and watch, but thems the rules. I moved to the next set, which was ready to go. This time it was Crash/Thad and Farris/Garren in the locker room together, with Duane standing guard. On action, Farris grabbed Crash and slammed him up against the wall, grabbing him by the throat.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stop sampling the product, Crash? You now owe me $2700 and the juice is flowing." He punched him in the stomach, which on camera would probably look real, but from where I was watching, they never even made contact. Crash doubled over and went down. "You have until Sunday to get me my money, or I'm coming back."

"How can I get $2700 by Sunday. Give me more time, Farris, please," he begged.

"You had enough time. Sunday," he barked as he kneed Crash in the head. Again, totally faked. Crash went back hard against the wall. Not sure that looked as fake.

"Where am I gonna get that kind of money by Sunday?"

"Sound like a you problem," Farris snapped. "Go downtown and sell your ass for all I care. Although looking at you, you'd have to pay them to take it." He walked toward the door where Duane was standing and grabbed him, pulling his shirt off forcefully. "Sell this bitch. He might be good for a few bucks."

Blake did a good job of acting scared, while trying look tough at the same time.

"If you don't come up with the money, I'll know someone who'd enjoy your asses. Maybe I'll sell both of you myself." He left the locker room, and Duane watched him disappear before rushing to help Crash.

He got him to onto one of the benches. "Is he serious, Crash? How are you gonna get the money?"

"I have no idea, dude. I could just run."

"Was he serious about selling us?" Duane asked sounding terrified.

"Probably. But if I'm gone, it's not about you. He only said that because he knows we're friends. If I'm not here, he'd have no reason to hurt you."

"Are you sure?"

"No, but it's me who deals for him, not you. Shit, I'm not even sure I'd make enough money even if I did sell myself downtown."

"What's that mean? Sell yourself? Like to do chores and shit?" He asked like a typical 13-year-old.

"No, it means to sell your body for sex," he clarified.

"You mean like a hooker? You could make money having sex with girls? Okay, I'll help," he said brightening up.

"Sorry dude. The only people who'd pay to have sex with us would be old men. Never gonna happen, and even if I were that desperate, there's no way I could make the money by Sunday."

"I'm not doing no homo shit. If he tries to sell me to do that, I'll kill him," Duane snapped quickly, then stepped back and paused as he stared at Crash. "Wait, I have an idea. It's a long shot, but I'll check anyway. Meanwhile, you gotta go sell more drugs or something. Jack up the price five bucks and work day and night until Sunday. Maybe give me some, and I'll try and sell to my friends. No way I'm getting sold."

The scene ended and after a couple more takes, they were done. The locker room scenes were complete and we were moving off to something else next.

"That was a great scene, Blake," I told him. "That was so believable. Make sure you let me know when the scene is of you getting sold. I can throw in a couple hundred bucks to watch some guy take your tight little ass."

He laughed. "If it were for real, I'd throw in cash myself. As long as the guys were cute and not in their 70's or something. Duane probably would kill Farris before he allowed that to happen though."

"What's his plan?" I asked.

Blake just shrugged. "No idea. Haven't gotten that script yet."

The main actors were sent for makeup and outfits, while the second team and crew prepared the next set.

They were continuing to do more in the locker room set. Some looked like fast scenes of guys in the bathroom, or finishing up a shower as others changed. I'm guessing they just slot those into the story somewhere.

Blake wandered up to me and looked exhausted.

"You okay?" I inquired.

"Yeah. It's just a bit draining being Duane. I like playing the character, but I hate what he's like. Once this airs, I'm really going to have to do some work to make sure people know I'm not like this for real. Girls and gay guys will hate me, and I'll get invitations to join a Neo Nazi breeders club."

"Not sure that's a club," I said trying to be helpful. I'm not sure it's not a club either though. "Like we said before, just get your social media enhanced before the first episode. Show behind the scenes shots of you getting along with those your character hates. Your YouTube videos should show more of the real you as well."

I put my arm around his shoulder, and being that he's still a kid, he leaned in to accept the comforting embrace. "Blake, I honestly have no idea what this show is about, except that it's called `Blurred Lines'. Seems like its sort of a cross between Gossip Girl, Riverdale, and the new Degrassi. However, if I can extrapolate from last season, it would seem to focus on right and wrong and how to deal with it. I guess meaning that life isn't always a clear choice. I have a feeling that as the season progresses, you might find that some of this works itself out. Either your character is going down the dark path of drugs, rape, and bigotry, or you'll take the side of enlightenment and stick up for decency."

"I hope I'm a bad-ass but not a psychopath. I think I'd like my character to be the cool kid at school, but one that everyone fears. Maybe he sticks up for some kids that he feels are unfairly being attacked, using his reputation to ensure compliance. I guess I have to wait and see where the writers take it."

"I guess we all will. I'm hoping my character gets to do the football team. I'll just throw that out there."

Blake laughed. "Dad, why do I get the suspicion that you're gonna do the football team anyway? Script or no script."

He wasn't wrong. Acting is pretty easy when you basically just have to be yourself.

The second the cast was dismissed and the scene was complete, I went to the extras holding room and found Andrew...what?...oh Anthony...sorry. Who cares what their name is? I'm going for sex, not a trivia quiz show.

We went to his car and drove to his place, which as he'd mentioned was only a few blocks away. It was an average one-bedroom apartment, like most guys have starting out.

"Sorry we didn't mean to interrupt anything," Anthony said as we entered his apartment and scared a guy on his couch apparently entertaining himself while he played video games. "This is Justin. This is my roommate Cal. We're gonna hang out in the bedroom for a bit."

"Sure. Whatever," Cal replied as if this were a regular occurrence.

"Nice to meet you," I said politely.

"Hey," he nodded towards me, as Anthony sat down beside him.

"You want some help with that?" Anthony asked, reaching over to grab hold of the protruding bulge in Cal's underwear.

"Sure," he replied. Don't you hate chatty and excitable roommates?

Anthony dropped to his knees and fished Cal's cock out of his underwear. "Come help me with it," he said motioning me to join him. "He's a lot quieter when he's not horny."

This is him being noisy? I've heard corpses make more noise, but I wasn't complaining. I went to the other side and dropped to my knees as Anthony shucked Cal's underwear down, and spread his legs open. He went down on him quickly, and reached up to pull my head in to share. Both of us blew him for a couple minutes before Cal's tirade to let us know he was about to finish.

"Cumming," he said as he tensed up.

"You want it?" Anthony asked pushing Cal's cock over towards me.

"You go ahead," I said politely, not wanting to deprive my host of his earned reward.

"Hurry," Cal said as he thrust his hip up off the couch slightly. Anthony dropped his mouth around the shaft and began stroking it firmly. Cal grunted loudly. I could almost hear the gulping going on beside me, and just sat waiting until it was over. As soon as Anthony sat back, Cal leaned down and pulled his underwear up. "Thanks," he said quietly as he returned to full concentration on his game. Anthony and I went to his bedroom.

"That's the right type of roommate. Is he just a roommate, or a boyfriend?" I inquired.

"Roommate. Cal and I have known each other since we were 12. We basically learned about sex together, then he went down the straight path, and I took the gay one."

"Seems like you're still getting some benefits out of it," I said as we took off our clothes and got onto the bed. There was zero pretense about why we were here.

"Yeah. It's a good deal for both of us. When he's between girlfriends, I get the benefit of him being horny, and with me being a bottom, it makes it easy. He loves to fuck, and I love getting fucked, so seems like a win win."

"Is that all you do together? You suck his dick and he fucks you?"

"Sexually? Yeah, that's it. He regularly gets horny in the middle of the night and slides into me so he can get back to sleep."

"Nice," I grinned. "Have you ever done it the other way around, where you get to fuck him?"

"No. I mean we did it twice. Once when we were around 14, and really trying to figure sex out. I think that set up our true preferences. We only did it like that one other time after that. He'd gone through a rough breakup with a girl and said he was finished with chicks. He got a little wasted and insisted he and I would be better together than any girl. We had an entire night of flip flop sex, and by morning he'd decided girls were okay again."

I snorted a laugh. "I'm not sure if that's tragic or funny."

"True, right? But to be fair, I wouldn't want Cal as a boyfriend. What we have is ideal, and we stay best friends without the complications of a romantic relationship."

"Does he sleep on the couch or in here?"

"No, we sleep in here, sharing the bed. I mean it's pretty tough to afford an apartment by yourself, so we share expenses."

"I hear you. I share with several guys myself," I said, technically telling him the truth, and just leaving out any specifics. "This deal seems pretty sweet. How often does he fuck you?"

"Pretty much every night. Not sure what he dreams about, but at almost exactly 4am every night, he turns over and slides up in it. Sometimes it's a nice gentle fuck, and I think he's actually still sleeping when he does that. Other times, it's the full-on pound me into the bed type, as he holds me down and takes out some aggression. Those are the best," he grinned widely.

"I'm guessing you both sleep naked?"

"Sure. Why, don't you?"

"Of course. I think most guys do now," I acknowledged as we snuggled up together and began to make out. It didn't take us long to ramp it up, and get to the fucking. It started slow, and built like a steam train leaving the station. I stood at the side of the bed, with him on his back and legs up, hammering away at him. He was one of those really loud guys as he moaned and yelled at me to fuck him harder with my `bussy shredder'. The harder I hammered, the more aggressive and demanding he became. As I watched him jerk his cock, while staring at me pounding him, the bedroom door opened and Cal walked in holding a beer.

"What the hell are you guys doing in here? It sounds like you're killing him," he said as he came and stood beside me.

"Yeah? You try taking a dick this big. It's fuckin' perfect and he knows how to use it," Anthony replied. "You know I love taking a good hard fuck."

"Yeah, but normally the neighbours three blocks over aren't phoning in complaints."

"Show him what you're packin'," Anthony said as he eased back to allow my cock to pop out of his ass.

Cal nodded as he looked at me. "Not bad. I've seen bigger. Drop the noise 20 decibels. I'm trying to watch a movie out there, and all I can hear are cries of fuck me," he complained.

"So, watch a porn and I'll be like the background track," Anthony laughed. "Cal, Justin here is versatile, so he'd be okay if you fucked him, right Justin?"

"Sure. I'm good with that," I replied.

"Not falling for that again, like that one guy you said I could fuck if I got horny in the middle of the night. He damn near killed me when he woke up to me trying."

"Yeah, I guess I should have asked if he'd ever bottomed before. My bad," Anthony laughed as the two carried on a conversation as if I wasn't even there.

Cal left Anthony and I to our pound festival, and we went at it for another hour before calling it a day and cuddling up together for an hour of nap time. I had honestly expected Cal to come into the bedroom at some point and fuck me, but he didn't. That was disappointing. Anthony and I woke up and went at it again before strolling out to the bathroom for a pee and a shower. We were part way through our shower when Cal entered and took his own pee. Anthony yelled at him as he went to flush, and then pushed me back out of the water spray as he did it anyway.

"Asshole. No matter how many times you do it, it's not fucking funny," he snapped at his roommate.

"Funny from my side though," Cal croaked sounding like he'd just woken from a nap himself. He was fully naked now, which I wasn't complaining about. "You two still fucking? I can be in, done, and out, in under 10 minutes."

"That's not the flex you think it is," Anthony replied as Cal stared at us. He seems to be warming up to me.

"That is actually a big cock, dude. Can you suck something that size, Tony?"

"Oh yeah, but it's better up my ass."

"TMI. I'm out," Cal said as he turned and left. We finished our shower and began drying off.

"Do you think he gets jealous of other guys fucking you?" I asked, as it seemed like there might be some of that in Cal's reaction towards me.

"I don't think so. I mean he gets me more than anyone else, so why would he be jealous? I'm not jealous when he brings girls home."

"Do you ever have someone sleep over and share?"

He grinned. "Only to suck his cock. He doesn't object to that. Other than that, no. I don't want his girls, and he doesn't want the guys. We have an arrangement where we can each have someone sleepover one day a week if we want. Then the other sleeps on the couch. Works well, and it's not like it's every week."

"Sounds like you have a good set up. I guess we should get dressed and get back to the studio."

It was a short ride back and we were in plenty of time. There had been a break in the production anyway as trailers were sent to the location for the pool party. It had to be filmed at night because a lot of it was outdoors.

When we got to the house where the party was going to be, I learned that it was a rental home, and the set people had been here decorating it for a couple days, getting it ready for a high school party. There were red solo cups, kegs, and a DJ all set up. The pool was lit with flickering candle lights. They were actually fake candles. I guess you don't need shit going up in flames, like a queer on Percocet. There was also additional subtle overhead lighting. It simulated moonlight, and maybe a glow from the house itself, but enough to light the set fully. Basically, it looked like every high school pool party you've ever seen in every TV show or movie.

A large part of this would be filmed as just a party, letting people do their own thing and have fun. I wondered if it went on for hours, how many actors would be so drunk they couldn't perform. Turns out the alcohol being provided was either just coloured water, pop, or juice, and in many cases, actors would just be carrying around empty glasses or bottles. One thing about watching shows being film is that it sure takes away the magic of seeing the final product on screen.

They played some music to let the actors get a rhythm in their head, but as the filming began there was no music. Actors were dancing to nothing, and the DJ was pretending to spin records. That was a surprise as I was sure they'd have actual music. Even with the pretend music, the party was boring. Background actors were once again talking without saying anything, while dancing to nothing. The only noise was coming from the actors who were in the actual scene being filmed. A lot of what was happening was just background to make the party seem crowded.

A lot was filmed inside, before a reset took place to go out to the pool area. I'd like to see how an actor jumps into a pool without making any noise. Do you just tell the splashes to be silent? I noticed one shot of a guy on top of the pool house. He looked slightly older than the regular cast, so I'm assuming he was a stunt double. He was also naked, and leapt off the building into the water. Once he hit and resurfaced, the whole pool area cheered and the activity ramped up. There were more than a few couples making out in the pool, and I think some were supposed to be simulating sex. Several female extras were shirtless and attracting attention of the male actors. I did notice that the younger actors, such as Blake were not on set. His scenes weren't so much that he was at the party, as he was there to crash the party with a couple friends.

There was a complicated scene with the Triple J's. Kriss was at the party as he was part of the school actually throwing it. Keith went to try and spend time with Scott while he was drunk. Kevin went to stop Keith from making a fool of himself when he'd found out what he was up to, so all three brothers were here at the same time. Keith and Kevin were trying to disguise themselves by wearing either a baseball cap that they could pull down, or a hoodie that they could hide under. There were a few scenes where someone would talk to either Jason or myself as if we were J.P., as Kriss. I was so confused that by the end of it, I checked my driver's licence to make sure I was actually still Justin.

At one point I was allowed to go in the pool and hit on one of the shirtless extras. The cameras seemed to stay back as they filmed it, so I'm not sure how that's going to be portrayed on screen. Someone told me that they had filmed a shot of Scott looking at the pool, so they assumed that maybe he saw me flirting and was jealous. That would actually make sense if the character actually had feelings for Keith. Like I said I'm confused. Probably not as confused as the extra when I grabbed his package and firmly felt him up. I told him it was for the realistic reaction. He still looked confused though. Wait until the scene where I pull him into the bushes for the realistic intimacy. It's not on the script, but no one needs to tell him that. He'll just assume it ended up on the cutting room floor.

I did see Anthony in a couple scenes. One he was just goofing around in the pool with a bunch of other guys, obviously just making the pool seem livelier. The next he was completely naked at the back of the pool near some lounge chairs and bushes. He was with two other guys and a girl. The guys were fully naked, and the girl was topless, but had bikini bottoms on. Anthony was holding her boob and leaning it to kiss it a couple times, and if they were faking this, it was sure realistic to me, and I'm seeing it live. There is no way you wouldn't believe they weren't doing it when it actually aired. Thankfully I was wearing clothes when I saw this. What was even more impressive is that the three guys weren't hard at all.

North was also part of this background mob. At one point he was in a swim suit, in another he was naked off in the distance with a crowd of other naked people. If the point of an extra was to blend into the background, having them fully naked seemed to defeat that objective.

Honestly, I had no idea if this some of this was part of the scene or not, as the cameras didn't seem to be focused on them at all. They appeared to be rolling on some dialogue between a bunch of girls. I wondered if maybe the extras were just having fun while they waited for their next scene. I knew better than to walk in front of the cameras while they were rolling, as you never knew what focal length they were shooting at. At least I had no idea; except when they said they'd be coming in for a close-up on me. As soon as the cameras cut, the extras all put robes on and stopped what they were doing. I wandered over to North and Anthony, who were standing side by side waiting for further directions.

"That was a good scene. Think they filmed you up close?"

"Nope. This was a wide shot, I'm pretty sure," Anthony replied for both of them. "We're just providing background to prove the party's turning a bit wild."

"I gotta ask. How did you guys not bone up doing that?"

He grinned. "For me, it's easy. Not into girls. But even seeing the other guys, you get used to it. It's work, not sex."

"I dunno, dude. If I were straight and had a naked girl up against me, I'd find that sexy."

"Not after you'd done it a dozen times, and had crew and cameras everywhere," he explained.

"They should let me fool around with you," I grinned.

"I'd probably get fired."

"I think it would be bad if I got fired on my first day," North added, obviously trying to minimize his conversation.

"J.P. would be pissed if I got us fired," I reasoned.

He grinned. "You're the main characters of the show. No one is firing you. Extras are expendable," Anthony said confidently.

"So no sex until we're off set. Got it," I grinned. I was gonna say more, but everyone was told to take their positions for the next take. I beelined it out of there.

The party shoot went until almost 2am before we were finally calling it quits. I'd been in several scenes as had Blake, who was now asleep in his trailer. I went in and quietly sat on the side of his bed. He really is cuter when he's sleeping. He's just an innocent looking boy this way. It's not until he wakes up that he turns into...well...Blake.

I put my hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly. "Blake," I said quietly, shaking him a bot more. "Blake."

He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Am I needed on set again?" He croaked.

"No, we're done. Time to head home," I told him.

He rolled over and sat up, leaning in against me. "That was a fun shoot. Did you enjoy it, Dad?"

"I did. Super complicated, and I'll admit I mostly don't know what any of it was about, but from all the scenes, I'm sure there was some drama being presented to further the plot."

"There was. Did you see my scene?"

"No, but then I missed most of them."

"The whole reason I was at the party was to catch Keith and Scott hooking up to prove he was a homo. I busted into a bedroom and found Scott and Becky together."

"Yeah, I think you mentioned that scene. Did you get to see them both naked?" I grinned.

"No. Like the guys said, I busted into an empty room and had to react to what the cameras would show. But when they reset, Scott and Becky were in the bed and had pulled the covers up, and screamed at me to leave. I had to check the room for Keith. When I didn't find him, I told Scott he was still a fag and left. They wouldn't let me stay for the actual sex scene. Do you think `Marvin' got hard having sex with Tamara?"

"No, and I'm betting the scene will be one of those in the dark, half under the covers, where no one sees anything. The were both probably fully clothed," I reasoned.

"Some of the people weren't," he grinned. I wasn't allowed on set for most of it, but doesn't mean I didn't sneak in to take a look. One of my scenes was actually Duane, Ashton, and Shayne spying on the party from the bushes. I think it's one of the only times so far that Duane has acted like he's 13 and not 16. There was actually nothing for us to react to, but we were supposed to pretend we were seeing the entire pool with everyone partying. I even had to point out boobs to Shayne."

"Sound like some good acting," I said as I put my arm around Blake and pulled him in closer.

"Would have been way better acting if we'd actually been allowed to spy on the girls. My funnest scene is when I got caught at the party by Scott. I think it was after I barged in on him and Becky. Not sure though. I had a Solo cup in my hand, after supposedly getting beer from the keg. I wandered around the pool deck and looked at a couple of girls, who I think in wider shots were going to be shown topless. They sure weren't when I was in the shot. I had to nod my head and stare at them as I said `lookin' fine, mamas. Bring those fun bags over to my place, and I'll show you some Duane time.'"

I laughed. "You know, Duane doesn't seem that much different from Blake at this point."

"Dude. I'd never call them fun bags. Hooters should be appreciated for their beauty, size, and suckability. You never want to disrespect them by calling them fun bags. Anyway, those chicks were extras, so I'm sure they won't mind me taking them to Blake's pleasure trailer before we wrap. I'm sure they got some sweet fresh pussies on them."

"This is you not disrespecting women?" I asked.

"I'm just joking. You know I'm not like that. Why do extras when I still haven't got through the regular cast yet? I'm still trying for Aiden, and I'm pretty sure London would be tasty fun at some point. I've got a plan right up here in my head," he said tapping it. "I was hanging out with the guys, Aiden, London, Cameron, and Thad, playing video games and we got to talking about girls. I asked if they'd been laid since we got on set, and only Thad and I have so far. The guys mostly didn't believe us, so then I talked about Sienna and told them about her."

"Do I even want to know what you talked about?" I asked.

"Hey, you know me, Dad. I'm fine telling the guys about stuff I do. I think everyone except Thad was surprised that I'm omnisexual. Actually, I don't think they believed me at first, but after Thad explained that we'd three-wayed Victoria, then they really didn't believe us," he said laughing. "We kinda made them believe us though."

"Made them believe you? How?"

"Thad and I kissed and groped each other right in front of them. They may not believe all my stories, but they sure couldn't argue with what they saw."

"I told them how my girlfriend and me do three-ways and that sure got them interested, especially when I showed her picture. I did say that if they weren't into the three-way stuff, I'm sure she'd be okay just being naked around them, as long as they reciprocated. That means that they go naked too," he clarified. "I'm thinking some of them will come around to the idea, especially when they saw the sexy pics of her."

"Please tell me that you don't have naked pictures of Sienna on your phone. You know we talked about that."

"I don't Dad. Here, check it out," he said pulling out his phone and scrolling through the pictures. I may be gay, but I'm pretty sure I know which pictures got the boys interested and likely horny as hell. She was in a very small white bikini that was so skimpy, she might as well have been naked. Even I found it hot, and he had several of those. From the back it basically only covered her crack. There was one picture that I wasn't sure didn't break our rules, but since it'd likely not be censored as nudity, I didn't say anything. Sienna was topless in the same bikini, but she had her hands over her breasts. Another one had her with the bikini bottoms in her mouth while her hands were covering the exposed bits. If you wanted to get straight boys out of their clothes, these would do it.

"Those are pretty impressive pictures. Does she have ones of you like that?" I asked curiously.

He laughed. "Of course not, Dad. I don't even own a bikini."

"Funny."

"Sure, she has tons of me in my speedo. I mean I don't even need to pose for those. She just needs to show up at diving practice."

"Knowing you, I'm sure she has some even more revealing than that?" I asked, somewhat suspiciously confident.

"Yeah. The ones she likes are of me in the shower. We took some in the bubble room where you can see my ass, but my crotch is covered in bubbles," he said as he resumed scrolling through his phone. He showed me the pictures he was talking about, and they were also on the edge of being bannable. He had a whole series of those and even some with the two of them in it. Any one who saw these shots would be left with no doubt about whether Sienna and Blake were having sex.

"Those are pretty amazing pictures, Blake, but you really should limit who sees them?"

"He shrugged. It's not like you can see the x-rated bits, Dad. It's just sexy enough to get people interested in hooking up with us. Thad said he'd totally be into it, and I even showed Victoria. She said she'd join all of us as well. Me and Thad figure we're gonna get to see some pretty wild girl-on-girl with those two."

"Will they see some wild boy-on boy?"

Blake shrugged. "Thad knows the rules and he said he'd be into at least trying it. The other guys said he was bullshitting, but I'm pretty sure he'll fuck me to get a chance with Sienna. The only unknown is whether I'll get him to open his ass so that I can fuck him."

"It's a good thing all girls aren't like Sienna and Victoria," I said putting my arm around Blake's shoulder.

"Why?"

"Why? If they all put out like that, it'd likely make it impossible for us gay guys to get straight boys in to bed after that. If they're all getting laid as much as they want, there's simply no incentive to give it up for even a blowjob with another guy."

"That's true," he nodded. "But thankfully some girls are like that. They're good bait for straight boys," he giggled. "If you could have any of the guys, who would you want? Except for London of course. I already know how badly you want him. What would you give me if I sent him over to have sex with you?"

"You're assuming a lot. First, I never said I like London, and second, I hardly need your help getting a boy into bed," I said shaking my head at him.

"You're not as young as you used to be Dad. Never hurts to have a cuter wingman. Imagine how hot it'd be if I handed you London and went, he's all yours, Daddy."

"First, never call me daddy again," I said as he chuckled, "and I don't think I've lost any of my looks yet. I'm still only 23. Not exactly over the hill yet."

"That's what people that are at the top of the hill say, just before they roll down the other side."

"So, who do you like the most out of the four guys?" I asked.

"Thad, Aiden, and Cameron are all very similar looking. It'll come down to who looks best naked. Obviously, I like London, same as you, but if right now I had to choose someone else, it'd be Thad. Mostly because I know he's sexual, and the two of us have a lot in common."

"I can see that. Taking London out the mix, I think I'd be more into Cameron, but if Asher Angel or Timotheé Chalamet show up, those two will get bumped down the list, and will have to sit and watch until I was done."

Blake just smiled at me. "London seems more reserved and shyer than Aiden though. I figure at the very least, if they don't participate fully, I could get both of them into some action with Victoria while I watch."

"I'm actually surprised that you're not more into London. That boy is way cuter than Aiden, in my opinion."

"I think I'm just enjoying the challenge of Aiden at the moment. He's the type you have to become friends with before you ramp up to anything like sex. Even if it is with a girl joining you. Thad is open about things, but in a chill way. London's more your type, so go for it if you like him."

"Thanks," I said, somewhat sarcastically. As if I need Blake's help getting him, if I wanted him. "How is London not your type, exactly? He's almost exactly like Joel, and he's your type."

"Exactly. I can't be railing every guy that looks like me, Dad. That's sort of narcissistic, don't ya think? And we know that's not me. I like to hook up with a variety."

"Right," I said avoiding additional sarcasm that would just be wasted words at this point. "So, you're saying you're not interested in London at all?"

"God no. I totally wanna bone him. I just don't wanna start with him."

There was a knock on the door and Garren stuck his head in. "Hey guys, just wanted to let you know the limo's here to take us home."

"We're right behind you," I said as Blake and I got off the bed. He checked himself in the mirror and tidied his hair. Yep, good thing he's not narcissistic.

Day Six - Friday The next day, Jason and I had a few scenes with J.P. and it's starting to be fun. I'm not sure I'd enjoy it if I were doing J.P.'s job though. Sometimes he was filming as either Jason or myself, and had to have his wardrobe and hair done to match the character. They did seem to film a lot of things together. Like if he was my character, they filmed several different things where Keith was the focus, then they reset and filmed J.P. as Kriss or Keith. I guess once they had him in a character, they filmed as much as they could with that character, before changing. Probably saves the makeup people a lot of time.

I had just filmed a scene with Jason and J.P. in the yard as we threw a frisbee around talking about our day, and they seemed to just let us do whatever as long as we got the lines correct. It's a good thing too. If I'd been expected to have a perfect throw, or catch it every time, we'd still be filming two days from now. They did do a trick shot though. Kevin bragged that he could make a net shot with the frisbee and threw it towards the basketball net. It missed, but someone else threw another shot, and they filmed it going in. Sneaky Hollywood.

From all the other scenes they shot, there was a lot of drama building. Girls were backstabbing each other with words, and social media. Guys were...well...as far as I could tell...just guys. I mean sure there's the whole shooting, drug dealing, sex thing, but like I said. Guys. There's even an undertone of some inappropriate relationship building between two teachers, both married. That was just hinted at, so it's possible that's something being flushed out for later episodes. You never know with these drama type shows exactly where they're headed. From what I've heard, it's also not unheard of to change an entire plot based on viewer comments. I like that the show also had some humour scenes in it. I think humour is necessary to keep the show from becoming depressing as it deals with the darker subjects. Throw in the sex, and you've got a winner.

I ran into London on a break and had a chance to talk to him for a bit. Blake may not want him first, but I sure do. London had killer eyes, and long blonde hair that hung over his face. His eyes looked a dark green, but in certain light, they also looked blue at times. He had the slender build of most guys his age, and that California tan...yowza! I found out he was a football player and liked the guitar. Nothing I could use there to help us connect, but he was interested in what it was like being a triplet, so maybe that'll give me more opportunities to get to know him. I'm thinking we could talk as I give him a nice massage after a long week of work. After all this intensity and costume changes, I'll be ready to relax and slip into something more comfortable. London looks like he'd be comfortable.

I have a feeling I might be acting a little reserved for J.P.'s sake, as I don't want him getting any sort of a negative reputation because of me. Which is probably why I haven't hit on all the cute guys constantly. Apart from the guest stars, recurring cast, and plenty of guys on the crew, there was a whole room full of extras. Just calling them extras gets me excited. It's like you'd finish with the main guy, and once he left, you'd call in the extras for the next few rounds. Standing here next to London, I'm ready to be myself again. As long as he knows I'm Justin and not my brother, J.P.'s rep should be safe. Anyway, my character Keith is gay, so they should sort expect me to be act gay at some point. Time to work my magic.

"Have you had a lot of roles in your career so far?" I asked as we moved outside to sit down in the shade.

"Not really. Only a few guest star roles. I'm waiting for some breakout role that might launch my career. This show is getting more popular so hopefully after season two airs someone will see my work and hire me for more. It's hit and miss a lot of times."

"I've heard that from some of the guys. I know Blake was excited to go from a recurring regular to main cast. It's all he talked about for weeks after they told him."

London looked at me and frowned slightly. "Blake's your son, right?"

"He is," I nodded.

"Still seems hard to figure that a guy your age has a son Blake's age," he commented, like everyone does.

"True. Sometimes I find it hard to believe as well, but he's a great guy, so we couldn't ask for better. But don't tell him I said that."

"And you own the studio?"

"We do. Mostly Colin, my husband, but I guess since we're married, I own it as well," I admitted.

"So, if you own it, and Blake is your son, how come you didn't just make him a main cast right at the beginning? I guess that's how this show got started, huh? Because you guys wanted it."

"Blake wanted to do this on his own and auditioned just like everyone else. The triplet hook was the idea of the creator of the show, but since Jason and me don't really want to be actors, J.P. agreed to do all the roles, and we offered to do publicity things with the cast so that people can see that we're actually three people."

"It's a pretty cool concept," he admitted. "God, if I owned the studio, I'd put myself in tons of movies just so I'd build up my portfolio."

"I think it's important to make sure you get the right roles. I guess if you always do tons of mediocre stuff, you always get offered mediocre things. I'm guessing the A-listers turn down ten times more than they're offered."

"Probably true. Right now, I'd not turn anything down. Even if it's crap, I think I'd do it just for the acting experience."

"True. I know Garren is still hoping he gets more episodes this season, and maybe even move to main cast as well."

"Yeah, see that's the kind of stuff I'm talking about. He's been in tons more stuff than me. Even did one of those daytime soap operas, and he's still only getting hired as a guest star, even though he's done a movie or two. It's tough to break into the popular actor group. I'd do anything to get a role as a main character," he said thoughtfully.

"Define anything," I grinned.

"Well, nothing illegal like murder or mule drugs," he chuckled, "but mostly anything sane."

"What about if you were just given the other five episodes this season, instead of being promoted?"

"That'd be a start for sure," he smiled.

"And would that fit into the `I'll do anything' category?" I was already thinking five steps ahead. Welcome back normal Justin, not toned down Justin.

"Maybe not do anything, but I'd be appreciative. For sure."

"How about recurring regular, which would likely carry over to the next season if it gets greenlit?"

"Yeah, I guess that would be close to being part of the main cast," he nodded as we ate.

"Cool. I'll keep that in mind in case I see an opportunity for you," I told him.

"If you did, I really would be in your debt and I'd do anything you wanted if it'd land me steady work."

"I'll keep my ears open."

We parted company and I went to work on Operation London down on his knees, mouth open'. I just shortened it to Operation London Down.'

I won't bore you with the tiny details, but basically, I asked around who made cast change decisions and it seemed to come down to the director, and the direction he wanted to go. When I then talked to Harvell, our director, he said a lot of times, he would like to do more, and include more cast, but it came down to finances. They were on a budget and had to stick to it, with no exceptions. I inquired as to what it would cost to take a guest star and make him into a main cast and he rambled off things like salary, bigger trailer, additional wardrobe, an assistant, and blah blah blah, eventually ending with a figure of around $300,000 per season per cast. He said it also depended on the role of the main character. Guys like J.P. playing a very prominent role, not to mention 3 characters, would be getting a lot more than the others.

I'm pretty sure Blake gets $25,000 an episode, and with the budget raise they got for season two, I think J.P., now gets $125,000 per episode. I've never asked him, but I think I overheard a conversation once. I know as guest stars, we were getting around $6,000 a week, which I guess is the same as saying $6,000 per episode. Not sure why they say it different for guests than regulars. Now that I was armed with my budget information and how guest stars get more screen time, I was off to see the money people about the budget.

"Alright, that's a wrap for the week. Have a good weekend and we'll see you all on Monday," the director announced as the lights went out on the sets, and I was brought back into the moment.

"Thank god that's over," I said to the guys as we hung out together.

It's not over yet," J.P. replied.

"Huh? It's a weekly show, so don't you just film Monday to Friday for each episode?" I asked.

"No, we usually film seven days, then post production takes another six or seven days, maybe longer depending on whether we need special effects or not," J.P. explained. "Basically, each episode takes at least three weeks to produce. That's why we film so far in advance of the actual release."

Wait...I just figured it out the pay thing in my head. The show films for seven days, which, when you factor in the weekend, is more than a week, so maybe we get paid for going into a second week, whereas the main cast just gets a flat rate for the episode. Yeah, that makes sense. If they only paid per word, I'd get twenty bucks and Jason would get a couple grand since they let him talk more. J.P. would get $200,000.

"Hey Blake," Aiden said as he walked up to us with London and Thad.

"Guys," Blake acknowledged. "Oh Dad, I invited Aiden and Thad to hang out so they could join me and the guys for filming a YouTube video tomorrow. It's okay if they spend the night, right?"

"As long as it's okay with their parents," I replied.

"It's fine with my dad," Aiden replied.

"Yeah, I'm good too. I'm here on my own. As long as I check in with my parents each day so they know I'm still alive," Thad told us.

"Are you joining the guys too?" I asked London, getting a side smirk from Blake. Obviously, he saw right through my interest."

"No, I have other plans unfortunately," he replied brushing his hair back out of his eyes. So sexy. He has no idea that I'm working on a plan to challenge his `I'll do anything' mantra. Hormone Justin is peaking right now.

"Hope she's worth it dude," Aiden said giving him a nudge.

"Nothing like that. Just something I gotta do. Career stuff my mom and manager set up for me. You know how it goes. We don't pass up opportunities, even if we already have a job."

"So true," Thad said. "We always have to be auditioning. Except maybe Blake here since his dads own a studio."

"Nope, I still have to audition. Got a movie on my own where I got to work with `Marvin' down in California. That was fun. Only a small part, but my first movie," Blake explained.

"What time are your friends coming over in the morning?" I asked, knowing that since this YouTube thing, they'd been getting an early start.

"Around 9. Our video shouldn't take long this time."

When we got home, the three teenagers disappeared downstairs to the game room, and I just chilled with Colin for a bit. It's nice just to hang out together being a couple, even if the others strolled in and out as the night wore on. I heard the boys outside on the trampoline, so it looks like they're all getting along well.

The night was winding down, and most of the guys had gone up to their rooms, although I believe Blake was now in the media room with Aiden and Thad, watching a movie. `Marvin' walked up to me in the kitchen after he'd grabbed some juice. "So, you still want my boyfriend?" He teased.

"I'm starting to get over the idea. I mean he's made it pretty clear that he's not into anyone but you."

"I'm actually spending the night with Colin tonight, so what if I told you Garren is into letting you sleep with him?"

"Is that some sort of a sick tease? I asked, giving him a small grin. "You make me think that I'm going to get sex, and you only mean actual sleep. It's your way of getting me out of the room so you can have Colin all to yourself."

"You know I'd always enjoy you joining in with us, but hey, up to you. The offer is there. Do with it what you will. Oh, by the way, he's in our shower waiting for you."

"Yeah, right?" What's he wearing? A scuba suit?" I replied sarcastically as I stared at `Marvin'. He just raised his eyebrows and smiled at me, as he casually took a sip of his juice. "Seriously? You're being straight with me? Wait, bad choice of words. This is for real?"

"Go find out," he grinned again. I know him well enough to know his facial expressions, so I bolted for the back stairs, and raced up to their room. I entered, and instantly heard the shower running. I threw my clothes off so fast, I'm sure some of them actually tore. I moved quickly to the bathroom entryway, and then slowed down to compose myself. I turned the corner around the partitioning wall, and strolled in. `Marvin' was correct, Garren was in the shower. Not a scuba suit in sight, and I'd finally gotten to see him completely naked. Almost completely naked. He was standing at a side angle so I couldn't really see his penis, just most of his ass. I'm not complaining, it's a nice ass.

"Hi," I said quietly as I approached. I didn't want to talk loud in case it scared him.

He heard me and turned his head, quickly using a hand to cover himself. I guess we still have some work to do. "Uh, hi," he replied.

"Sounds like `Marvin' is spending the night with Colin. You okay if I crash in here with you?"

"Yeah, sure. `Marvin' and I talked about it, and I'm cool with it," he said as he stayed under the spray with a hand still over himself. I wasn't exactly getting an over-enthusiastic welcome, but he wasn't shrieking at me to get out either, so that gets entered into the win column.

I walked into the shower behind him, and quickly grabbed the loofah and some body wash. "Here, let me get your back," I offered as I began to lather him up.

"Thanks. Looks like you get `Marvin's' job," he said as he stayed under the shower spray.

"Do I get all of `Marvin's' jobs tonight?" I asked trying not to get too excited.

"Only if you know how to cut toenails and look for zits forming," he replied. I'm not sure if that's his sense of humour or actual tasks.

"I'm not good at either of those, but I'm super good at playing doctor, if that helps."

He turned slightly to look at me. "We'll see, I guess. Justin, how come you want sex with me so bad? I'm nothing that special compared to some of the guys I've seen you with. I mean look at the guy you're married to. Why would you want anyone else?"

"I wouldn't. Colin is the best thing to ever happen to me, but having sex with others just allows us variety. I'd never want anyone but him to share my life with, but that doesn't mean I should stop getting to know other people. Anyway, I think you're pretty cool yourself. I especially love this platinum colour hair. It actually suits you."

"Thanks. I've thought about going back to my natural colour again, but for now I gotta admit, I kinda like this look too."

I gently turned him around so he was facing me, and I finally got to see the last bit of him that, up until just now, had remained hidden. I made it pretty obvious that I was looking, and I was already planning on how to use it. It hung nicely over his firm balls and he was circumcised. He also was trimmed down to almost nothing, but not all the way smooth. If a boy isn't going totally smooth, then this is the next best thing. A little ketchup and mustard, and this wiener is mine.

"Are you sure you're okay with me being in here with you?" I asked to be sure.

"Yeah, of course, why?"

"Well, for one, you're not hard, which is fairly typical in this sort of situation. Seeing each other naked for the first time. Well, first time for me seeing you, anyway."

"You're not hard either," he pointed out.

"I'm actually just one large exhale away from this being a springboard," I joked as I reached up to rub his chest. He had nice strong pecs with nickel size nipples, and decent abs. Basically, he had the same build as almost every other active teenager. I ran my hand lower, but avoided his package for now, instead opting to reach around and feel his ass. "You've got a nice firm ass. You must workout a lot," I said as I rubbed it.

"I think that's mostly natural, but I have been getting into working out more. I think I'd like a bit more definition. At least to keep ahead of getting flabby. How do you and your brother's stay so identical?"

"So far, it's just been natural as well. We do try to do some working out, but nothing excessive. Where J.P. might run a couple kilometres, I have sex for an hour, and Jason just runs around after his kids."

He laughed. "I can see that."

I reached down and finally took hold of his package, gently feeling the weight of it. I felt him tense up slightly and inhale. I stroked it a bit more firmly, as that always helps calm them down. It probably doesn't, but it's how I justify the handjobs each time.

"So why the change of mind?" I asked as I stared into his brown eyes.

"Change of mind of what?" He asked as he brushed water out of his eyes to look back at me.

"To letting me spend the night with you and hang out naked? Sort of a sudden change."

"I just didn't want to sleep alone tonight and since `Marvin' was sleeping with Colin, I thought maybe you'd like to sleep with me. I know you've been wanting to."

I grinned and squeezed his junk a little more firmly. "You do know that in my world, sleeping with you means sex, and not as much sleep, right?"

"I know I've kind of been reluctant to join in with you guys, but I just needed to get comfortable with all of you first. `Marvin' has said a few times that you're really good in bed, so I'm kinda interested in finding out for myself."

"I look forward to your review in the early morning press," I joked. "Shall we get out of here and head to bed?"

I let go of him, and was a little surprised that he was still only half hard. Normally my world famous handjobs get instant erections. Maybe he's just a lesbian with a penis. That would explain it. Let's see the gender naming people come up with a name for that one. We dried off and headed to bed. I always love the feeling of getting under the covers as your head hits the pillow. I lay on my side looking at Garren who was looking back. We were reasonably close to each other, but certainly not as close as we needed to be for sex. You gotta get pretty close for that. Especially when you want to shove 8 inches up inside them. Now that's close.

We started talking about general things, starting with being on set and acting. I have a feeling this was his way of breaking the ice. That went on for about 15 minutes, before we moved to more personal things.

"Have you had many boyfriends other than `Marvin'?" I asked.

"No, just one. I mean I've hooked up with a couple other guys before, but mostly random shit. I'm not totally out yet or anything, so I keep a lot of that stuff private."

"Have you had any girlfriends?"

"For show, not for real," Garren answered.

"For show? Oh, like to go to media events and stuff?"

"Exactly. You show up with a girl on your arm and it gets the media talk going. They try to figure out if you're in a relationship or not. I like to keep them guessing. It makes you more interesting."

"I'm sure you'd be a lot more interesting if you came out. Look at all the young actors doing it."

"I will someday, but I want it to be on my own time, not because some media people outed me."

"Curious though. `Marvin' came out, so won't media put two and two together if they see you hanging out?"

Garren gave a small smile "Possibly. I mean there are some rumours already, but we've just said we're friends. So far that's holding."

"Speaking of holding," I grinned as I shuffled closer and slid my hand across under the covers to wrap my fingers around his penis. "I think maybe it's time to let me see the rest of your cock. You've seen me hard a few times, now it's my turn."

I could see him get a little nervous, but to his credit he didn't jump or try to back away. "I guess that's fair."

"Garren, let me ask you for real. Are you okay having sex with me?"

"Yes. I think it'll actually be fun. I mean I wouldn't do it all the time because I'm with `Marvin', and I still think monogamy is best, but I can handle something like this where we're all friends."

"Awesome. I'm looking forward to tonight, that's for sure. Hopefully we'll become much better friends afterward."

"Unless the rumours are false, and you actually suck at sex. Then I might not be able to look you in the eyes again," he said with a smirk.

"Funny. I mean funny that you think I'd be bad at sex. I'll predict here and now that after you've had the Justin experience, you and `Marvin' and going to be begging me to have three-ways with you all the time."

"Probably not," he said quickly, "but `Marvin' and I did talk about maybe having sex in the same room while you and Colin are doing it too. That might be a fun dynamic."

"We could do better than that if we're all in the same room. I'd say more like a partner swap. I screw `Marvin' right in front of you, while you top the shit out of Colin. Now THAT would be a fun night."

As I stroked his dick, he'd responded and was finally fully hard. I didn't comment on it, as I wanted to stay casual and non-assuming. Although I am assuming I'll be blowing him in about five minutes and casually opening up his ass in ten.

Garren stared at my face intently, and I was sure my dick sensed the sexual tension building. It was probably just me building it, but a least it was getting built. "Justin if I ask you something, would you promise to keep it just between us? Like not tell anyone, not even `Marvin' or Colin."

"Of course," I replied. "You have my word."

"Do you think it's okay to use sex to get something you want?" He asked bluntly.

I smirked. "Let me slip my dick up inside you and then ask for what you want. We can find out that way," I teased.

He just grinned. "I mean if it was someone you didn't really know all that well, and they offered you something you wanted, but only if you'd put out."

"That's sort of a vague question. If what you wanted was to get your ass fucked off, then my answer is yes, but if you wanted a latte at Starbucks from the 60-year-old lady behind the counter, my answer is no. Was there a more specific reason you were asking?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure if I can really give you the details. It's something I've been really struggling to figure out. I don't really want anyone else to know, though."

"If it helps, we can use therapist/patient confidentiality, so I'd be forbidden to tell anyone anything."

"Oh right, you're a psychologist," he said nodding.

I have a feeling he knew that, and that's why I'm in his bed. Hopefully it won't change direction I had planned. I just hope he can talk with a dick in his ass, because that's the direction.

"But do you swear you won't say anything?"

"I swear. I worked hard to get my licence so I sure as hell don't want to lose it. I have so many secrets in my head that it makes Area 51 look like a public library."

"Okay. I know everyone was wondering why I was acting so different for the last few days."

"You have been quieter than normal," I admitted.

"Yeah, that's because I was trying to figure stuff out."

"Sometimes working things out in your head is good. Other times, it's nice to bounce it off someone else for their opinion," I said with my Yoda wisdom. `Nice it is...mmmhmm.'

"You know how I was only supposed to be here for a three-episode arc? Then I got bumped to five?"

"Yeah. I think that's awesome by the way. We get to have you around a little longer," I smiled as I moved my hand from his cock to his balls. I cradled them like I was giving him additional support. Don't be pervs. I'd do this with all my patients to show them I care. I'm not just taking advantage of Garren being naked in bed with me.

"When I first went to talk to Clive, the executive producer, he told me they wanted me to do an upcoming shower scene, and since it hadn't been planned, he wanted to discuss it with me. I told him I wasn't really a fan of doing them if I didn't have to. He nodded and said he understood. I was about to leave, but he continued to explain what they had in mind for my character."

"Which required a shower scene?"

"Yeah. He said that scene would lead to others later in the show, and would build my character out a bit more. He said without it, the character would just not be included after the third episode I was in.

"I thought you were the main drug dealer."

"For this episode, yeah, but I think it could go lots of directions depending on what they're trying to do. I could be used as an antagonist to stir up plots as the show progresses, or they could kill off my character completely, ensuring I never return."

"Unless you're a vampire drug dealer, or another you from an alternative universe arrives," I offered as other options.

"Not that kind of show," he said with a grin.

"If I'm reading this correctly, since you got the extra episodes, you agreed to the shower scene?"

"I did as long as I only had to go down to my underwear. I said I wouldn't be good in a jock or the privacy sock thing. That's a bit more exposure than I'd be okay with."

"Too bad. I think you'd gain a lot of new fans if they saw how cute your ass was."

"Shut up," he smiled.

"You could ask to be an extra for future showers. They get a lot more screen time," I said trying not to grin too much.

"An extra? I'm a guest star. Extras do most of the grunt work, plus they are the ones most likely to get fully naked...Oh, wait...I just got it. Funny. No thanks. He said the first shower could be in just underwear, but the second shower interaction called for me to fight with Crash, and I'd be showing side ass, which also means I'd be naked except for a jock. Maybe less depending on how the scene came together. He said if I passed on it, they could just give the role to another actor to take over."

"I guess that makes sense. They can always add characters. Maybe he'd be the drug dealer's drug dealer."

"That's what he said, so I agreed, as long as it was just a generic shower scene, and not some extended thing where we're in there basically naked for hours."

"Hey, it must have worked if you got the additional episodes," I said as we lay there together, and I was enjoying being this close to him.

"Yeah, but Clive said I shouldn't be shy about showing off my body on camera, as it would only help draw attention to my character, and subsequently to me. That's when he asked me to take my shirt off so he could see how I'd come across on film."

"Now that I've seen you for myself, I don't think the camera is going to like you in the shower," I said keeping a serious face as I looked into his eyes.

"It won't?" He asked, looking instantly disappointed.

"No, you're so hot you'll steam up the lens, and they'll never get any shots out of it," I grinned. "You'll ruin the whole production."

"Funny. You almost had me on that. I shouldn't be so paranoid about it, as I know they respect privacy on set, plus we're always changing into other outfits."

"Also no paparazzi, right?" I added, remembering what `Marvin' had told me.

"Exactly. So anyway, I did it and he checked me out. He even spun me around to check me from behind. He made a blunt comment about how I had a nice shaped ass."

"It is indeed lovely," I chuckled.

"Shut up," he said grinning slightly. "That's when he reached around and unfastened my pants. He went to lower the back, but I initially stopped him. He just said he wanted to take a better look at my overall shape."

"I should remember some of these lines," I joked.

"He got a little handsy after that. I let him lower the back of my pants, and then even went so far as to let him push them all the way down so he could see it clearly. He turned me around and made a positive comment about my bulge, saying I'd fit the part perfectly.

"That's how you got the additional arcs, huh?"

"Yep, apparently. He said it was nice that I wasn't shy, which is why he thought I'd be a good fit for stronger character development.

"From what I know of you, I'm guessing you were a bit nervous or uncomfortable?"

"A little. You get used to people touching you to put you into positions, or have you at a correct angle. Especially if you're doing a photoshoot or something. But you can tell when it's more that that."

"At least it got you the extra two episodes, so I guess it wasn't too bad, even if it was out of your comfort zone," I reasoned.

"Yeah, I guess. But he definitely wants more than to see me in my underwear. That's where I'm sort of conflicted. I would love more roles and stuff, but not sure I want to put out to get them."

"Did he say he wanted more?" I asked out of real curiosity.

"Not for this show, but he said he has a couple really good roles in an upcoming movie he's involved with, and he thought I'd be great for at least one of them. It's a beach theme movie, so there'd be lots of shirtless scenes, and he said there'd be plenty of time for me to tone up my body further. He even offered to set me up with a trainer. That'd be sweet for sure."

"Sounds like something you should go for, but the way you're talking, I'm guessing there was more to it?"

"I'll say. He didn't even try to sugar coat it or be vague. He turned me around again to check my ass, and actually pulled the back of my underwear down, remarking that I'd look really good in a jock strap. I held onto the front of my underwear, which was probably good, or I'd have ended up totally naked."

"I'm not sure how auditions work, but wouldn't they check someone's body like that anyway if nudity was going to be required for a scene?"

"Not sure either since I've never auditioned for anything with nudity, or even shirtless, for that matter. I think that's why I allowed him to pull the back of my underwear down."

"If I were going to be a casting director, I'd only do it for gay porn. That'd be the perfect job," I smirked.

"He said he really liked me, and invited me to join him at his place for drinks, so he could get to know me better."

"Sounds like an audition to me," I nodded with a smile.

"Probably not. He said he'd bring his trainer over to meet me, so I should expect to be out of my clothes for a while."

"Well, I'm enjoying you without clothes," I said as I stroked his dick.

"He added that the more I was willing to put myself out there in the industry, the faster my star would rise as people got to know me. After that he inquired whether I was sexually active or not. I replied that I was."

"You probably got him horny with that response," I teased.

"Yeah, I'm sure I did. He said he'd have the trainer include some additional education in that department as it would be good for me to have that confidence on film. I'm thinking he's preparing me for the idea of the trainer having sex with me."

"Dude, I know that's not what you're into, but a professional trainer is likely to be as hot as hell. Take the lessons," I said with a big smile of encouragement.

"I somehow get the feeling that if I did go along with it, Clive would want to join in too."

"What happens if you don't go over and spend time at his house?" I asked honestly.

"Probably nothing, but like he said, it would be easy to spread around a reputation. My guess is that if I put out, I'd be an actor easy to work with, and casting people would be interested in hiring me. The opposite would likely be true if I didn't do anything."

"Did anything happen on your last series?"

"Not with me, and not that I saw with anyone else. I mean you hear rumours about people hooking up but I couldn't say for sure. When Josh's character came out as gay, I think maybe some guys started paying attention to him, and I'm sure others were beginning to figure out he was gay in real life too. Lots figured him and Asher were doing it, but I doubt that. It's just wishful thinking.

"You ever wishful think anything about Josh or Asher?" I asked hoping to get some juicy stuff.

"I was still deep in the closet at that point. I wasn't thinking anything about anyone in case I let something slip."

"Sorry, I call bullshit. You're gay, on set with Asher Angel and Joshua Rush, and you weren't thinking about taking them back to your trailer? Especially considering Josh was actually gay the entire time."

"Josh only came out officially after the show wrapped. We were only kids back then. Josh wasn't actually my type, if I'm being honest."

"Fair enough," I nodded as I shuffled closer, "but you've conveniently avoided mentioning Asher."

He gave me a small smirk. "Yeah, I thought about him a lot."

"A lot, huh? How much is a lot, exactly," I teased as I stroked his dick more firmly.

"Okay, mister shrink man...," he smirked. "Every fucking time he smiled, I wanted to rip his clothes off and take him right there on set. I wore my dick out at night thinking about him, and if he'd shown even a single sign that he was interested in guys, I'd have been up in that so fast. THAT's how much I thought about him."

"Now that he's older, as are you, would you still want him?" I said with a big smile as I felt his dick throb in my hand.

"You've seen him, right? What do you think?" He smirked. "Would you turn him down?"

"Not only would I not turn him down, I'd tie him up, and screw the ass off the boy until he decided he liked it, and gave consent."

"Well, that's disturbing. You didn't bring rope or anything with you tonight, did you?" He asked inching up to look past me.

"No, but so far it hasn't been needed," I teased back. "Is that the whole reason you've been so quiet?"

"Mostly, but after Clive talked to me, he caught up to me later, and hinted that if we got along, he could see me being given the full 10 season arc. He suggested I might even be considered as an ongoing character for season three when it's greenlit."

The way Garren blurted it out, I almost missed it. "Why do I get the feeling there's a but coming?"

"Because there is. I mean I certainly could use the money, as it'd be a raise along with the additional episodes. Not only that, I'd get to hang out with `Marvin' all the time as well, which is just a bonus. The downside is that Clive was making it pretty clear that by getting along, he meant sex. He said shit like I was beautiful, and should take advantage of my looks and youth while I could. He commented that he would love to see me fully aroused, as he'd bet I was stunning."

"You are. "He just came right out and said it?" I asked, a bit astonished. "That's bold."

"Yep. I'm sure lots of guys use their looks to get further in the business. Not sure how to handle it though. If I say no, or say something to someone, it'd be his word against mine. Likely I'd be off the show completely, and blacklisted. Not what I'm going for. He did say it was just a suggestion though, and if I didn't want to, he was fine with it."

"Do you think he'd be fine with it?" I asked curiously as I didn't really know Clive at all.

"I dunno. I've heard about guys like him before. They say shit like that, and then if you don't take them up on their offer, you find you never get cast in one of the shows they're involved with again. If he's popular, it could limit a lot, but if he's some small-time guy, I guess it wouldn't affect you all that much."

"Which category is Clive?" I asked as I have no idea. I'd never heard of any of the crew on this production. How big could they be?

"He's big enough that at least for now, he'd stop me getting the additional five episodes, and a possible chance to return for season three."

"Do you think he's made deals like that with others on set?"

"I have no idea. It's not like people would go around talking about it to other people. We all want to keep working, so burning bridges isn't the way to go about that."

"Are you considering it?"

"Considering? Yes. Would I actually do it? Probably not, but it would be nice to have a regular series again."

"You're the second guy to say that to me this week," I noted.

"Yeah? It's something all serious actors try for, I think. Who talked to you about it?"

"London."

"I can see that. He's just starting out, like me, and we need work so that we can be seen," he reasoned.

"Would it help to talk to `Marvin' about it? Maybe he's been through something similar."

"I thought about it, but if he freaks out and goes after Clive, I might lose the extra episodes I already have, and never get rehired again. On the other hand, if he thinks I should do it, it's like I'm pimping myself out."

"Tough choice. There is a third option. I could help you," I offered. I think everyone simply forgets we own the studio. Mostly it's me that forgets, but same difference.

"How?"

I smiled and stroked his cock a little before answering. "Well, if you roll onto your stomach and spread those legs, I could tell you while I fuck you."

He laughed. "Your plan to help me not be used for sex, is to have sex with me while you explain your plan. Wouldn't it just be easier to go over to Clive's place?"

"Easier? Possibly, but does he have a cock this big to shove up inside you?"

"Probably not, hence the `easier' part," he replied. "Just so you don't think I'm prude or something, I like sex. Like a lot. I just like to choose who I'm going to do it with, and not be coerced into it."

"Let me see what I can do at the studio to help you. Worst case scenario, you let the producer plug your holes for a few hours and you get your promotion. Best case scenario, you have a four-way with me, Colin, and `Marvin' to celebrate your new promotion, without having to give in to the producer."

"I like the second option. I know I've never really said it before, but I think you and Colin are an amazing couple. You have this incredible dynamic between the two of you, and you're both very good-looking guys."

"But I'm the better looking one, right?" I teased. Let's see how honest is really is.

"You're both insanely good-looking. I'm not sure what sex with Colin would be like as I think he's pretty aggressive. At least that's what `Marvin' tells me."

I laughed. "That's just their roleplaying game, and Colin is ONLY like that with Marvin'. It's something they've been doing since they were teenagers. As I understand it, Marvin' likes it because it keeps him grounded in reality."

"How is that reality?" Garren frowned.

"I guess when you're a celebrity, everyone kisses your ass, so you can quickly become out of touch with the real world. When Colin and `Marvin' play their game, he's shown that he does have to follow rules and orders. Likely he'll be the one kissing ass. Colin's ass," I said grinning.

"I don't get it, but if it helps him in some way, then I'm all for it. Personally, I stay grounded in reality by not actually getting any leading roles, thereby ensuring no one knows who I am."

"That's sarcasm, right?" I asked. Great, it's contagious. First Blake doesn't understand sarcasm, now I'm afflicted with it.

"Right."

"Let me see what I can do on Monday, and I'll get back to you. If I can't get you some sort of an offer, then you can still decide whether or not to go get roofied. Considering what we've been talking about, should we maybe just go to sleep and not have sex. We can postpone it to another day if you're not comfortable with it."

Garren stared into my eyes, and reached over to take hold of my erection. "Like I said, Justin, I like sex. I'm actually looking forward to doing it with you. You remember that I'm a top though, right?"

I nodded. "I remember. You told me earlier, and `Marvin's' mentioned it before as well."

"Good."

"Oh, don't misunderstand me. I know you're a top, and I can't wait to see how good you are at it, but tonight you're also going to bottom. Have you actually taken a cock before?"

"I've bottomed, sure. It's just not what I prefer. I've never taken a cock as big as yours though," he replied.

"Then that was the problem. You've never had a good cock inside you. We'll rectify that tonight. We're gonna swap cum buddy," I teased as I moved closer and kissed him, this time properly. At first, he was nonresponsive, and just accepted the kiss. The second time he opened up and participated. That's all it took before we were off and running, or is it `off and sexing'?

For a guy who had been holding back on being naked around us, or showing any signs of sexual interest, he was amazing at it. He kissed so perfectly that he made my dick throb, several times. He knew how to use his hands to feel my body and he had no problem scissoring our legs together so we were as close as possible. We moved on to blowjobs pretty fast, and went immediately to 69ing each other. I don't think either of us wanted to wait our turn. The dude even knows how to rim perfectly.

It wasn't all that outstanding though. It was a lot of work opening his ass up, and he lost his hardon a few times as I tried. Even one finger had him tense up fast, and it took many many attempts before he finally relaxed enough to accept it. Then when I moved to two fingers, it was the same thing all over again. I eventually just decided that it would be easier to start the fuck, or we'd be at this until well past noon tomorrow. We must have used a litre of lube, and had 30 attempts to get inside him. Every time my dick even touched skin, he jumped a mile and braced for impact.

When I finally punched through the outer forcefield, and into the pleasure cave of happiness, Garren reached back to grab hold of my hip so hard that I think I still have fingernail marks in my skin. They may be permanent.

"That hurts way too much, Justin. I don't think I can do it," he complained.

"You can. You're just in that initial mindset of `I can't', but just give yourself a few seconds to adjust and relax. Think of something that always calms you down and focus on that. Let your ass go totally relaxed and take deep breaths. Ignore me being inside you."

"Sure, that's easy. It feels like someone drove a truck up inside me, and not a regular truck, a monster truck," he complained again.

"Awww, that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all week," I commented as I lay down on top of him to kiss his neck, while trying to slowly and imperceptibly, get inside him, millimetre by millimetre.

He was pretty much doing everything except relaxing. He was clamped onto the bed, and biting the pillow as I entered him. The sadistic 65% of me wants to just slam the rest of the way in and get it over with, like ripping off a band-aid. The other 34% wanted to enjoy the journey into his tight bussy, and have him begging for more by morning. The last 1% was wondering what type of rope was actually best for bondage.

"That's it, baby. I'm all the way in," I said finally as I nibbled on his ear, having given that last little thrust into him.

"Oh, thank god. I feel like I'm being split in half," he replied.

"Don't worry, once we get going, it'll feel a hell of a lot better. You'll remember this fuck for along time," I said, almost as if I were bragging. Let's face it, I'm bragging.

"I'll remember it alright. My ass will never close up again," he commented.

"It will, and you be begging for me to use you again."

"Begging seems like a strong word, except if I were begging you not to shove that back up me again," he countered.

"I'm going to pull back and add a lot more lube before I begin fucking. Be sure to let me know if you're gonna cum before I do though."

"No fear of that. My dick isn't even hard," he revealed.

That's pretty common for someone who isn't used to being a bottom. I'm sure it'll at least partially come back to life. I began fucking him, and he just held on as if we were in a squall at sea. He was getting the ride of his life, and I think he was actually sweating from it. I flipped him over at the halfway point, so I could see his face as I fucked. He clearly showed the discomfort each time I pushed balls deep into him, and I sort of felt bad for him. Not bad enough to stop, as you never know when you might get another ride, but enough to notice he was struggling.

After three and a half hours of pummeling his ass...okay, I embellished. It was more like 15 minutes, I reached for his cock and began to stroke it as I fucked slow and gentle, but deep. He finally sprung to life, and I could see his face relax a good 5%. As I felt my climax approaching, I folded Garren in half as I leaned in and kissed him. I grunted loudly, and thrust hard inside him as I felt my cock pulsating as I achieved orgasm. I flooded his tight hole and let my whole body enjoy the feeling. I lifted my head to stare into his eyes as I grinned.

"Did you just cum?" Garren asked as his eyes looked back at me.

"I did, and you have one hot ass," I said panting slightly.

"I have one wrecked ass," he complained.

I leaned down to kiss him again before replying. "But you loved every second of it."

"Not every second," he assured me quickly. I gently pulled out and I could see his face contort as my head finally popped free, and his ass snapped shut with a clang. A metaphorical clang, in case you think they actually make a noise like that.

I rolled to the side and we intertwined for a bit as he calmed down.

"You have a really big dick," he said quietly as we looked at each other. "Are most guys able to take that?"

"Eventually they do. I mean it's not like slipping a finger up there. You have to prep first and stay relaxed. Like you just experienced, it's much more difficult when the guy is nervous and tense, but as soon as you relax and let it happen, it becomes more enjoyable."

"I'm not sure I fully liked it. I mean I felt my prostate respond a few times, and I felt the sensation, but mostly it was just like my ass was full, and I needed to get you out of it."

"You just need practice. Don't worry, by morning you'll see the difference once we've fucked a dozen more times. I'll also let the guys know, and they'll be happy to help. I figure once in the morning, and once at night each day should be enough to help you train your ass for dick long term."

"Couldn't I just be a top?" He reasoned.

"Of course. We need more tops, or who'd be left to fuck all the bottoms?" I nodded. "Just as long as you're a top who accepts he'll be getting fucked a lot." I grinned as I leaned in to kiss him again, and reached for his cock. "Now, what are we going to do with this thing? Those balls feel pretty full."

"Since I'm a top..." he said pausing for emphasis, "maybe I should fuck you."

"I'd agree with that. What's your favorite position?"

"I like most of them, but I guess if I had a favorite, it'd be doggy," he replied.

"I'm a fan of that, but when I'm the top, I prefer missionary so I can watch the guy's face and see his cock. Of course, I also like cowboy. We'll do that in the morning when we wake up. I think it'll be hot watching you bounce up and down on my morning wood, as I fondle your balls while you fist your cock. Then I can see you explode all over my chest."

"I like that position too," he admitted, "except the other way around. Where I'm the one they're bouncing on."

"That's cute," I said patting him gently as if he'd said something funny.

We kissed a bit more until he was fully hard again. I got on my hands and knees and let him take me from behind. I thought it was very considerate, albeit it unnecessary, that he started slowly to let me get used to him. Once he got going though, it would have taken as much to stop him as a runaway train. He had a firm grip on my hips and slammed into me deep on each thrust. Several times he pulled my ass back at the same time he was driving in, which added intensity to it. I was leaking precum by the time he announced he was about to cum, so I grabbed my dick and flogged it for all it was worth as he achieved lift off, and emptied himself into me.

"Holy fuck that was good," he panted as he collapsed on me, still slowly moving his cock back and forth before slowly pulling out. "You have one great ass!"

"Thanks. You're a pretty good lay yourself. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a ticket for another ride as soon as you're horny again."

He just smiled as we lay beside each other again. We talked for a few minutes before deciding we should go clean up. We drained the cum out of ourselves, then had a bit of a make out session in the shower. We returned to bed and cuddled up with each other to sleep. Garren has no idea how horny he made me, and I must have woken up at least four times ready to fuck him. I didn't as I figured he might freak out, but boy if he could read my mind...

Around 5:30am, I woke up again, and decided to go downstairs to get some water as my mouth was a bit dry. I guess all that drooling over Garren has dehydrated me. I walked down to the kitchen and almost jumped out of my skin when a voice from the darkened room spoke out.

"Hi Justin," Thad said softly.

"Geez Thad, you scared the crap out of me. Wasn't expecting anyone to be up at this hour. You okay?"

"Yeah. Just couldn't sleep. It usually takes me a few days to get used to someplace new, and I've never really slept in the same bed as anyone before, so that didn't help."

"Are you all sleeping in Blake's bed?" I asked as I got myself the water I came down for.

"No. Me and Blake are in his bed and Aiden is in the other bed. Oh, sorry I'm just in my underwear. I didn't want to make too much noise getting dressed."

I looked at him sitting on the stool at the island and smiled. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not even wearing that much. Like I said, I wasn't expecting someone to be awake."

"It's okay. Blake warned us that lots of times you guys don't wear clothes."

I moved over to Thad, close enough so I could feel the heat emanating from his body. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Looking forward to going out to do Blake's YouTube stuff tomorrow. Should be pretty cool."

"He seems to be having fun with it. Do you prefer to be called Thad or Thaddeaus?" I asked since I'd never really had a one-on-one talk with him before.

"How about Lil T-Dog?" He snickered. "Joking. Thad, definitely. So, you guys own that studio, huh?"

"We do. Yes," I acknowledged.

"That's sweet. Is that how Blake got such a leading role in the show?"

Why does everyone think that? I guess nepotism is probably how many people get their start at thing above their station. "You'd think so, but no, he did that all on his own. Until Colin came to set, no one even knew he was related to us. You seem to be doing okay though. I see you talking to plenty of people and hanging out with them a lot. Blake tells me that you and him are very friendly with Victoria, who also seems to know how to work a room."

"Yeah, she does. Actually, that's the whole gig in Hollywood. You gotta network. Get to know as many people as you can. Do whatever it takes to get noticed by as many people as possible. You want your name to be the first one on their mind when they go to cast a role," he said informatively.

"I can see that. Blake seems to be doing the same thing. Of course, Blake's idea of getting noticed is to take his clothes off."

"It kinda works for him. Guess it helps he's a good-looking guy," Thad commented.

"You're a pretty good-looking guy yourself. I'm guessing that's how you and Blake got in good with Victoria? Probably taking your clothes off didn't hurt, either," I teased.

"He told you that?" He asked shocked.

"Blake tells us everything. We don't really have secrets around here, but don't worry, what he tells us in the house, stays in the house. We find it's good to keep informed so we can help guide each other if we need to."

"That's cool. He told you everything everything?" He asked as if searching for details.

"I never know for sure if he gives me every detail, but he usually doesn't hold back. Even if I would really like it some times if he would. I do know that you and him had a three-way with Victoria. How'd that go?"

"Wow. Wasn't expecting that," he said shaking his head slightly. "Yeah, it was actually a lot of fun. I think Victoria enjoyed it a lot as she suggested we should do it again."

"Have you done stuff like that before?"

"Not a lot, only a couple times really. Like I said, you can't be shy in this business or you'll never book a role. I figure you give a little of yourself to get a lot back," Thad commented.

"From what Blake tells me, you're not that little where it counts," I teased. "In the past, have your group things been with multiple guys, or strictly girls?"

"I've only done two other three-ways things. Mostly it's just one on one stuff. First time it was more like an audition where I had to show I was sexy enough to do the role. I hadn't really expected it so I was really nervous. Second time I did something it was a bit weird, so I guess the three-way with Blake and Victoria was the first time it was just sort of regular sex."

"Why was the second time weird?" I asked curiously.

"I ended up having sex with the producer's wife while he watched. I think I was both excited that I got to do a cougar, and horrified that some old dude was watching me do it with his wife."

"Did you get the role at least?"

"I did," he grinned. "That was the first time I ever used sex to get a part."

"Was it worth it?"

"I'm not sure," he answered honestly. "I got other roles after that as well, maybe because of how awesome I was," he said, chuckling slightly.

I spun the bar stool slowly so that was facing me, allowing me to step closer. "Would it embarrass you if I revealed that Blake would agree that you're good in bed?"

"Probably a little," he nodded. "What did he tell you?"

So typical. It's embarrassing, but they still want to know more. This is exactly like when you tell a straight boy they're not your type, and they get upset about it and want to know why.

"Mostly how the two of you shared Victoria, which led to a few personal moments between you and Blake as well. I understand that pussy flavoured dick is something you enjoy."

"Oh shit. He shared that?"

"Like I said. He shares a lot of things, whether we want to know or not. Did you two fuck each other, or stop at blowjobs? I know you both did Victoria, I'm just curious how far it progressed in the three-way."

"Am I allowed to be talking to you about this?" he said swallowing nervously.

"Why not? I obviously know a few things anyway." I placed my placed my hands on his thighs and rubbed them slightly, before I reached up and took hold of both sides of his underwear. "Since I've heard about it, I'd love to see what you're working with," I said as I stared into his eyes and began pulling the shorts down.

He didn't try to stop me, nor did he hitch up to help make it easier. He just stayed in place without moving. Once I got them far enough down at the back, freeing his ass, the front was easy. I peeled them down, unveiling his package slowly, until it was completely visible. I kept lowering his shorts until they were past his knee and dropped to his ankles by themselves. I gently pushed his legs apart so I could get closer, giving his junk a bit more space to expand, which it was doing quickly.

"I still can't believe Blake tells you all that stuff. I don't even like to tell my dad about when I shave," he admitted.

I reached up and touched his smooth face. "How often are you shaving?"

"About once every two weeks now. Sometimes more if I'm going on a date or something. Mostly the makeup people do it if they see a hair or something."

"I'm guessing you don't shave the crotch," I said as I ran my fingers through his bush.

"No. I kinda like hair there. Makes me look older. I think I'm gonna trim it so it's not so bushy, but I'm not sure how yet."

"Reasonable for a guy your age. This isn't bad, dude. I can see why people would enjoy seeing you like this. I'm almost jealous of those that got to watch you use it in action," I said as I reached up to take hold of his package as if weighing it. "I can teach you how to manscape when you're ready to do it."

"Just so you know, I'm actually straight," he revealed quickly as I gently moved his legs further apart so I could get a little better access.

"Do you have a girlfriend at home?" I asked ignoring his comment.

"I do. I've had a few, but the one I'm with now is the best for sure."

"Is she cool with you fooling around with others like you do at the studio?"

"God, no. There's no way she'd be cool with that. I think we sort of have this understanding that when I'm off shooting, I get my freedom, but when I'm home, we rarely hang out without each other."

"Does she know you have that sort of understanding?" I asked as I fondled his cock a bit more firmly.

"Nope. It's just in my head," he smiled nervously.

"Have you ever suggested inviting someone else to join you when you have sex?"

"I threw it out there once and she was actually horrified by the idea. She said there was no way she'd do it with another girl, and when I asked her what if it were a boy, I think she was more into that idea, but thought it'd be gross to see me doing it with another boy."

"Seems like Victoria doesn't mind," I teased.

"Victoria totally gets off on it," he said bluntly. "She said next time she wants to add another girl and have a four-way."

"Since you're straight, would your four-way just be you and Blake swapping back and forth between the girls, or would it be anything goes?"

"I'm still debating it. I mean he obviously told you about the blowjobs we did, but to answer your other question, we never went further than that. Mostly we were just focused on Victoria."

"Still sounds like a fun day," I laughed as I kept hold of Thad's junk, gently fondling his balls.

He gotten hard almost as soon as I'd gotten his underwear off, and I could feel him tensing up as he tried to deal with his dick being stroked. Thad was breathing irregularly and had begun leaking precum, which I took advantage of, and used as lube for his shaft.

"Do you think he really likes boys as much as girls?" Thad asked.

"I think so. I've seen him do both, and I can't see any difference in his enthusiasm."

"You've seen him having sex?" He asked genuinely shocked.

"More than I ever wanted to. We're pretty open around here, so it's not unusual for something to happen poolside or in the steam room."

"That's pretty wild. Not sure how I'd react if I got caught having sex," he admitted. "I asked Blake if there were four really good-looking people in front of him completely naked, two boys and two girls, who would he choose. He said it would depend on how he was feeling at that exact moment in time. He might be in the mood for hours and hours of romantic sex, so might pick one of the girls, or he might just want to have a quick fuck to bust one out, so for that he said he'd pick a guy, grab his hair, and fuck the hell out of him. Do you think he means that, or was that just sort of boy bragging shit?"

"No, I think he'd mean it. What about you? I'm assuming you'd pick the girls?"

"Every time," he laughed. "I'd ask them both to join me though, not just one."

"Now that could be fun. You and Blake take all four at once. Sounds like the beginning of a great night. Now how about another hypothetical. Girls are no longer having sex and you're only left with the two boys as options, or no sex at all. Would you pick them or go home alone?"

"No, I'd pick one of the guys. I wouldn't take them both like I would with girls, but I'd be okay with one. Not sure how far I'd be able to go with him, but I could go as far as blowjobs together."

"That's pretty progressive for a straight boy. Just out of curiosity. Are you and Blake doing anything while you sleep in the same bed?"

"No. With Aiden in the next bed right beside us, that would be very difficult to explain if he woke up."

"No need to explain," I said with a smile, "Just invite him to join."

"Aiden? No chance of that. He locked the bathroom door when he took a shower. He's even sleeping in his t-shirt and underwear. No way that guy would consider even getting naked around us."

That sounds like a job for Super Justin! "Fair enough. Are you all sleeping in your t-shirts and underwear?" I asked as I gave his balls a firmer squeeze.

"Blake was naked from the moment he got out of the shower. Dude doesn't care who sees him at all. I started in just underwear, but Blake convinced me to take them off as it'd be more comfortable," he said, giving the long-winded answer.

"And you fell for that?" I chuckled. "Boy becomes an octopus around anyone naked."

Thad grinned very nervously, and looked down. "Seems familiar."

"Let me ask you this since you already mentioned blowjobs being okay. Do you prefer getting them or giving them? I asked as I moved a hand to rub his chest and feel his nipples.

He shook his head. "Oh, I way prefer getting them, but I guess when you're fooling around with another guy, you kinda gotta reciprocate, right?"

"Usually, but not always. Especially if the guy knows you're straight. Sometimes he might just be happy giving you head just to get you to cum."

"I think I'd like that kind of gay friend," he laughed nervously. "Ummm...Justin can you maybe stop doing that right now?"

I immediately let go as that was a clear indication that consent had been withdrawn. "Sorry, I guess I got carried away since your dick is so nice."

"No, it's not that. It's just if you kept going, I was gonna cum and I didn't think I should make a mess all over your kitchen. Plus, I should probably get back upstairs."

I just smiled at him as I rested my hands on his thighs. "Never feel bad about blowing your load when you're getting some attention. That's kinda the whole point. Plus, you have a nice dick, so it's actually fun to play with," I said as I took a closer look at it. Sitting here in the dark, he looked between six and six and a half inches.

Thad looked up at me slowly. "Ummm...Justin. Can I ask you something? Are you playing with my penis just to see me cum, or is it because you want sex with me?"

"It's a shame you're not gay, Thad, because you'd already have your answer. You'd be up in my room with your legs over my shoulders."

The wildly horny side of my brain was currently screaming loudly to lift his legs onto my shoulders so I could fuck him, but the rational calm side of me just said to stick with jerking him off. We can always fuck him when he comes back for more attention. The teeny tiny part of my brain that processes random shit was wondering if pickles and peanut butter was a good combination.

"I'm guessing you're gay, huh?"

"I am. No weird new labels for me. Just simply gay. If it's got a cock, I'm interested. Or a tight little ass...those are good too," I said grinning at him. "Do you have a tight little ass, Thad?" I teased as I rubbed his thigh and patted it a couple times.

"I probably do," he replied.

"From my standpoint, it's too bad you're not a little power bottom, but thanks for letting me see this great erection. I'm sure when word gets out about how sexy you are, girls will line up for miles to hook up with you."

"They already do," he bragged. "Blake and me are teaming up to find the horniest and kinkiest girls there. If you know any, let us know."

I stepped closer to place our cocks together. Good thing I have big hands, right? "You know in an orgy; you might end up doing more than girls though."

He swallowed a bit before speaking. "I've never done a full orgy before, but I think I could handle most things. Have you been in one before?"

"Plenty," I said without trying to sound like I was bragging. "The first time is always a bit of an eye opener. You could be right in the middle of things, being groped and pawed from every direction. You've got your dick in someone, while something else brushes past your lips. Could be a boob, a pussy, or a cock. You never know. It's just as likely that while you're fucking, someone is playing with your ass, either just to eat you out, or maybe to prep you for a fuck of your own."

"Sounds both exciting and terrifying at the same time," he admitted.

"Can be a little of both. I've been in situations where there are so many people crushed against each other that you can't move. You find yourself being sucked and fucked repeatedly without knowing who it is. Sometimes fun, and sometimes you just want to get out of the middle and watch."

"I don't think I'd like that many people. I'd probably get claustrophobic in a case like that and panic."

"Just make sure you know what you're getting into. I find that if I'm in setting with people that horny, that you're going to do things you might not do one on one. My advice, just have fun with it and chalk it up to the experience."

"I think I'd have fun. Guess I won't know for sure until I try stuff. I think a four-way would be my next step. See if I like that."

"Just make sure you do a four-way where everyone participates with everyone else. Being straight, you might enjoy watching two girls together, but they'll be as equally turned on watching two boys."

"I'm learning that," he said with a bit of a smile.

I eased back from him letting our cocks have their own space, and removed my hands from him. "Normally, when a guy as cute as you has an erection in my house, I take care of it. Ideally, ending with him getting a good solid fucking. Maybe one day I'll get to try you out, but how about you do me a favour tonight?"

He looked at me even more nervously than he'd been up to now, then looked down at my erection. "You want a blowjob?"

I laughed. "No. I mean if you ever want to do that, I'd never refuse, but how about tonight, you take that erection back up to Blake's room and slide it up inside him. I think if the two of you played together more, you'd lose a lot of the nerves when it came time to play in a group thing."

"I don't think he'd appreciate me trying to fuck him while he's sleeping," he reasoned.

"So, wake him up gently. Tell him you're horny and show him your boner. Trust me, that's all it'll take."

"Uhhh...not sure about that, but I think I should get back upstairs before they notice I'm missing," he said as he slid forward off the bar stool, forcing me to step back slightly. He reached down to pull his underwear back up before saying good night.

As I watched him walk away, I was already thinking about the orgy I should arrange for them. He's an interesting guy. He also has this cute curly type hair that I think makes him look even sexier while he's naked. Just a personal observation. I look forward to Blake's stories about how far they end up going together. Meanwhile I raced back up to Garren's bedroom and snuggled up against him, pressing my own erection between his legs. I stopped short of fucking him.

Saturday morning, Blake strolled into the bedroom and got into bed behind me, then lifted up the covers to check both of us out.

"`Morning. Something I can help you with?" I asked groggily.

"Nope. ADAM said you were in there with Garren, but I didn't believe him so I came to check."

"You do know that ADAM is a computer and incapable of lying, right?"

"Until he becomes self aware and tries to take over the world," he grinned.

"Did you actually want something?"

"Just letting you know me and the guys are heading out. We'll be back before dinner. Glad you guys finally got to have sex. When Garren wakes up, would you let him know it's my turn next? Thanks. Love ya, Dad. See ya," he said as he kissed me on the cheeks, got off the bed, and left.

"Is he serious?" Garren asked quietly, startling me a little, as I had no idea he was awake, although I probably should have guessed since Blake isn't exactly quiet.

"You've met Blake, right? I'd say he's at least serious adjacent," I said smiling at him. I reached over and ran my hand down his smooth back, and over his plump firm globes. He subtly opened his legs, and I ran my hand down his crack to feel the back of his balls. He moaned slightly. "Nice. I like a boy who wakes up horny."

"Then you're gonna like me. Every morning it's the same thing. I'm crazy hard until I take care of it," he replied looking at me. I think a boy is at his best when he's face down, naked, and legs spread...oh, and horny.

I shuffled closer and leaned in to kiss him, which he happily returned. I was about to grab the lube and get on with the business of de-hornying him. Not a real word, I know, but it conveys the message regardless. As I got into the kiss while continuing to run my hands over his smooth ass, the bedroom door opened again. I was about to yell at Blake to at least knock before entering, but this time it was `Marvin' and Colin. Why is everyone up so early on a Saturday? It's barely 10am.

"Looks like you two got along okay last night," `Marvin' said as he approached.

From the outfit `Marvin' had on, he also looked like he'd had a good night, or at least Colin did.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Garren asked as he turned on his side to look at our visitors.

"He was bad last night, so today he's being punished. He gonna wear this until midnight," Colin explained.

As we looked him over, he was wearing a leather collar and chest harness, with the most significant look being the metal chastity cage around his penis. Colin spun his around to show us that he also had a butt plug in.

"He only gets to remove this when he needs the bathroom, or when someone wants to fuck him," Colin told us as he tapped the butt plug firmly, causing `Marvin' to react and moan.

"How do you pee with that on?" Garren asked.

"It's open enough that you can still go," Colin remarked. "You just need to wash afterward.

"What happens if...you know...you get hard?"

"Then it hurts like hell," `Marvin' replied. "That's the point of a chastity cage. It not only prevents you from jerking off, but it trains you to control erections."

"Where the hell was that thing when I was 14?" Garren laughed.

"So? How'd it go last night? Did you two have sex?" `Marvin' asked as they sat on the bed with us.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Garren chucked.

"I would, yeah," he replied.

"Yes, we had sex," Garren admitted grinning. "Babe, after the night we just had, you're gonna have to up your game from now on."

"Bitch," `Marvin' laughed. "But I know what you mean. I've had sex with Justin, and I can see it being a game changer for a lot of guys."

"Stop. I'm blushing," I teased as I pretended to fan myself.

"You misunderstood. I meant a game changer as in anyone you have sex with immediately changes to straight."

"Rude. Isn't that a punishable offense or something, Colin? Can't you zap the shock collar?" I asked, moving in to look at `Marvin's collar as if searching for the switch.

"It's just a collar. Not a shock collar," Colin replied.

"Missed opportunity right there," I said shaking my head.

"I was just joking," `Marvin' replied. Guess he was scared of punishment. "You're actually incredible at sex. You should teach courses on it."

"I'd like to thank the academy for the award. Huge appreciation goes out to all the delicious little people along the way that helped me become the man I am today. I'd also like to thank the eight and a half inches between my legs that helped me perfect my stunning abilities."

"Oh brother. Shut up!" Colin laughed. "Jesus, don't give him ideas about becoming a sex instructor."

"Too late. I'm setting up an office at the Academy," I chuckled.

`Marvin' looked over at his boyfriend. "Did you bottom for Justin, babe?"

"I'm a top," Garren replied quickly.

"That wasn't really the question, was it? You know I can just spread those cheeks and look for myself," `Marvin' said as he reached for the covers.

"Yeah, I bottomed," he capitulated.

"He was about to bottom again when you interlopers busted in on us."

"Excellent, we'd like to see that," Colin said in is take charge voice. "Boy, get the lube and prepare your boyfriend's hole for entry. Do a good job and I'll let you suck my dick while they fuck."

"Yes, sir," `Marvin' replied as he performed the order.

I wonder if having a lube boy is separate from having a houseboy, or is it technically the same position? Both are handy, that's for sure. Although, if I'm being honest right now, I'm thinking of the new sign for my office. `Justin Masters, Sex Professor.' Those therapy session have got to be better than the ones I do now. An hour in a chair listening to some client with a screw loose isn't high up on my list of excitement. Nate loves it as he enjoys seeing them get better. I thought it'd be more exciting. Sex professor is more along my expertise. An hour with a naked boy? AND you can charge them for the therapy? Why has no one thought of doing this? You could be a billionaire.

Back to the current moment though. After `Marvin' lubed Garren up, he proceeded to get me ready. Which, let's be honest, doesn't take much. I was already partially hard, and as soon as he stroked lube onto my shaft a couple times, I was already revved up and ready to roar. That's a racing reference in case I wasn't being clear, not being a racer and all.

I rolled on top of Garren, who spread his legs to make room for me. `Marvin' and Colin sat on the bed beside us to watch. I entered slowly, while Garren worked hard to control his breathing and relax. Now that he had an audience, I guess he wants to put on a good show, like any professional actor. Now he's just acting like a bottom. I was going deliberately slow so that he could take all of me on the first push.

`Marvin' reached over and jiggled Garren's ass cheeks. "Hell yeah, baby. Take that big dick. Fuck that's hot," he encouraged. "Sir, could you please take off the chastity cage so I can get in on this?"

"No. Learn to control yourself. For even being disrespectful enough to ask, I'm going to let your boyfriend suck your balls while he's getting fucked. Let's see how much control you really have."

"Sir, please don't make me do that. I won't be able to stay soft, and it'll hurt if you don't release me," he begged.

As hot as their roleplaying is and was turning me on, is anyone actually paying attention to me fucking this top? It's some of my best work. Some of my best work this morning, anyway. I was slowly fucking Garren, using the full length of my dick so he'd get maximum enjoyment out of it.

Colin and `Marvin' were still off in their own world. "The whole reason you're in this outfit is because you have forgotten your training, now you're still being a whiny bitch. Guess you need more training." As he said it, he reached over and pulled the butt plug firmly out of his ass in one fast pop. Like when you do the finger in the cheek thing to make the same sound.

Colin scrambled around to sit on the pillow, and lifted Garren's head up so he could slide into position. He then pushed his cock upright and told Garren to enjoy it, as he lowered his head down. I half expected Garren to resist, but he opened up and went down in him. Okay, this is getting good. Where has THIS Garren been for the past few weeks?

Colin let Garren continue for a good 30 seconds before he pushed him off and showed his firm pole to `Marvin'. "Since you continue to be disrespectful, it's time to show you some real punishment. Get over here and sit down on this. Let your boyfriend watch as I take you right in front of him. Then he can lick both our balls while you try to handle the pain of getting an erection inside your cage."

I wanted to say that that sounded more than a little cruel, but frankly I wanted to see it. I'm pretty sure it'll make me cum.

Marvin' straddled Colin, facing Garren and me, then lowered himself onto Colin's upright cock. I'm guessing he was already lubed up. Either that, or he was amazing at being dry fucked. As soon as he was fully seated on Colin's cock, he leaned back slightly to allow his nipples to be played with as he moved up and down. I carefully watched his cock as it expanded inside the cage, and his face was clearly registering his discomfort. Does it make me some sort of masochist (or is it sadist? I never remember which is which) if it turns me on watching Marvin' struggle?

"Garren, lean in and suck on our balls. I wanna cum in him, and let's see how much he can handle with that cage on. Ideally, I'd like to see him bust one out in it. Never seen that happen before."

Garren moved to suck both sets of balls in front of him and I just started to pound him harder. This was hot as hell. I got a top to bottom for my big dick, while his boyfriend, being controlled by my husband, was locked in a cock cage. They were both having their balls sucked by the same guy that only a day ago didn't like even taking his shirt off in front of us. How could you not enjoy this type of start to a day?

I was the first to cum, which is disappointing, as the professor shouldn't be the one to reach orgasm first. Or should he? I guess lead by example could be a thing. Colin came next, which was exciting to watch as he pushed Marvin' up until his cock sprung free. He held Garren's head into place and had him continuing sucking their balls as cum flowed over them. This is some seriously kinky shit. I'm adding that to the advanced lesson plan. I pulled out of Garren, slowly, as to not cause pain, unlike Colin who seemed happy to inflict it on Marvin'. Not only did he not get to cum, he was left with blue balls and a strained erection inside his metal cage.

Colin had Garren flip over onto his back, and made Marvin' and I suck him to completion, which was followed up by an order to lick him clean. Not sure how I suddenly became a submissive to Colin, but I wasn't hating it. Mostly because I'd have done this anyway. With or without our morning visitors. We went to clean up and Colin seemed to soften his stance as he removed Marvin' from his restraints, saying that he'd redeemed himself and had been punished enough.

"Does that mean I can suck him off?" I asked, licking my lips ready to drop to my knees at the first command.

"No, he may be free, but he can't cum until I give him permission. I was thinking tonight, we strap `Marvin' down, grab whoever is home and fuck him in a 30 second rotations until we've all cum."

"What's that?" Garren asked as he wiped water from his face.

"When you fuck him, you do it for 30 seconds, then pull out and let the next guy go. We keep going until we've all cum in him. If he cums first, we punish him."

"Can we play with his dick while we fuck?" I asked as I wanted to get all the rules in advance. I hate games that suddenly introduce new rules part way into them.

"That's the fun of having a submissive," Colin grinned. "While one is fucking, the others can do whatever they like to make him cum. Give him a dick to suck, play with his nipples. Whatever you think will get him off. Nothing more difficult than continuing to get constantly fucked after you've cum."

"You want us to have an orgy tonight?" Garren asked for clarification.

"No. It's a gang bang," Colin replied. "We don't do each other, we only use `Marvin'. An orgy would be all of us hooking up together. I didn't think you were into that considering how reserved you've been. At least up until last night. Our gang bang means you only have to do your boyfriend, but you'll also get to see all of us do him too. If he had just remembered his lessons last night, he wouldn't be getting punished today."

"Sorry, sir," `Marvin' said trying to look pitiful.

"Too little, too late. We're shredding your ass tonight."

Once our shower was over, we left Garren and `Marvin' to get ready, and went back to our room.

"Did you have fun?" Colin asked pulling me into a hug and gave me a kiss.

"Did you?" I grinned back. "It was so hot getting up inside him, especially when he kept reminding me that he was only a top. I'm guessing you and `Marvin' had a good time? Was he really that disobedient though?"

"Not at all. We figured it'd just be fun to surprise the two of you. Do you think Garren was okay with it?"

"I dunno, he's a tough guy to read. He acts standoffish about things, but once we started something he was totally into it. If you'd asked him if he wanted to play like we just did, I'm sure he'd have said no, but just having him join in, he seemed to have fun," I hypothesized.

"Guess we'll know if they pack up to leave," Colin laughed. "Should we go through with the gang bang tonight?"

"I'd read the room throughout the day and see what Marvin' says. Personally, we should swap Marvin' for Garren and work on turning our top into a power bottom. At the very least, you should have a turn fucking him."

"I'll leave that to you. I prefer `Marvin', second only to you, that is," he said as I got another hug and kiss.

We had a basically chill type of day around the house. J.J. was over at Quinn's for the day, and with Blake out with the boys, the house was actually quiet. The only noise I heard towards later afternoon turned out to be Razor and Porter smoking pot in the center of the hedge maze. I went to check on them, but as I got to the middle of the hedge, they were fully engaged with each other. Razor was on Porter's lap riding him as they blew smoke between them, getting more and more stoned. I stood out of their sight line to watch for a bit before leaving. Not sure how those two ended up together since there was no sign of Troy or Ben anywhere. I'll find out about that later, but I'm just glad everyone gets along.

Colin and I did what rich people do...that's right...we went grocery shopping. Not sure why we actually did it, as that's one of the tasks Merrick and Dakota were responsible for now. It was sort of fun walking up and down the aisles with our shopping cart, being super gay together. When Colin fed me grapes at the big grape feeding counter, we got into trouble. Apparently, that's how they sell them, not actually a feeding counter. Good thing we didn't get caught in the sausage aisle, and I'm sure people wondered why I was giggling in the eggplant area. I did check to see which were firmer, the peaches or Colin's butt cheeks. It was Colin, obviously, but now I really have a craving for peaches. We only picked up normal food, not the fancy named stuff that Merrick uses. We'll save that for his creative mind.

"I was wondering who sets the budget for a show like `Blurred Lines'? I asked Colin as we worked through our conversation, and each aisle.

"Could be anyone that wants to see the show on the air. They agreed to a budget and then green light the project. It's up to the team to keep within those limits," he replied.

"Do the budgets ever change if they decide they need more to make it worthwhile?"

"I'm sure they do. From what I know, a show usually lives within its budget for the first season and does the best they can to make the show viable. Once the viewer reactions come in, it usually determines how the show will proceed. It could be cancelled, given a budget increase for a bigger second season, or just given a cautionary green light with similar budget to see if the next season grabs more attention."

"Did our show get a budget increase?"

"It did. About half a million per episode. Not a lot. Just enough to cover an increase in salaries for the returning cast and to give them a bit more flexibility with additional sets."

"Ummm, I know Garren is hoping to be promoted to main cast. Think if the show got more money, he could be moved up this season?" I asked staring at him.

His face broke into a big grin. "So that's what you're up to. You spend one night with him, and now you're looking for a way to keep him here as much as Marvin'. So what is this? I get Marvin' for our game and you keep Garren company each time? You know you could just join in with me and `Marvin', right?"

"Yeah, but everyone would be way happier if Garren was just staying too," I reasoned. "I talked to Harvell and he said it would take about $300,000 to add a new main cast member. I'm guessing that includes writing him into the script more as well."

He just grinned again. "Sounds like you've been doing your homework. Let me guess, you want the budget increased by $300,000 for the season?"

"I was thinking $600,000. I could put the money up myself if that would be easier. I could be an investor and get a percentage of any profit the show makes."

"You could, or I could just call the studio and have the budget increased. We'd still share in the profit, and it'd be a lot less complicated than having to write a separate agreement to cover the money you invest. So why $600,000? Who else are you looking to promote?"

"London," I replied.

Colin's face lit up and he just shook his head. "NOW it makes sense. This isn't about Garren at all, is it?"

"Sure it is. He gets a new series as main cast and it helps his career. He's happier. `Marvin' is happier. We all get them around longer, so we're happier."

"And you make London happier?" He reasoned.

"What? You don't think he'd be appreciative at being given his first regular role in a series? He did say he'd do anything for a chance like that."

Colin laughed hard. "Does he know what that meant in your ears?"

"How could you misinterpret that? He said "I'd do anything for a role like that. Just nothing illegal. Throwing his legs over my shoulders while I open up that virgin ass, is within those parameters."

"Do you realize how many boys you could rent for $300,000? Seems a little excessive, even for you," he said as he stared into my eyes.

"I actually do want to see the guy succeed. If giving him this role helps, then down the road if he becomes famous, I'll feel good that I was able to help grow his career. If he doesn't become successful, then at least I'll be able to claim that I took his virginity, at least some of it. But mostly I think the guy could be a real teen idol if he gets the exposure."

"Seems like you'd be okay with anything that involved him being exposed. Normally, I wouldn't interfere with a show, as that's up to the studio, but I can see us investing in both Garren and London. It'll be interesting to see how it goes."

"It's gone well so far. I've already had Garren," I teased.

"Shut up. I wonder if London would be more appreciative to you or me once he learns he's got the promotion. Seems like I could scoop him right out from under you."

"Seems to me that if he were under me already, you'd be too late," I giggled.

When Blake and the guys finally returned from their YouTube filming, it was dinner time. My guess is that they only came home because they were hungry. Aiden hadn't returned with them as he apparently had to get back to his hotel. Thad was still hanging with the other four.

"How'd the filming go?" I asked.

"Great. We got lots of good footage. All we have to do now is download it all and start the editing," Cory replied.

"That takes the longest," Darcy added.

"Even longer when we have to cut out the parts where Thad and Blake flashed the camera. No way YouTube would let naked butts in the videos," Layne laughed.

"Make sure you cut and delete that footage from the computer completely," I reminded them.

"We do, Dad," Blake replied. "We use the same encryption software wiper that the home security system uses. I got it from our tech guy."

"Good. Last thing we want is for someone to get committed to an insane asylum for having seen video of you naked. Gouging out of eyes is never a pleasant thing to see."

"Ha! If anyone saw videos of me without clothes, it'd break the internet with so much traffic to my site. Anyway, it's not like someone couldn't just come over and see me naked if they were that desperate to see a perfect male figure. Right guys?"

"Dunno," Layne shrugged. "We haven't seen a perfect male figure yet."

The others laughed. The boys disappeared upstairs for a bit; I'm assuming to work on the next phase of their video. Sometime between then and dinner, Thad returned downstairs looking for me.

"Hey Justin. Sorry again about scaring you this morning by being in your kitchen."

"No need to apologize. I enjoyed talking to you," I replied.

"Are you gonna be on more episodes of our show? I think it's cool having all three of you there. Makes the whole triplet plot seem more real for all of us. It's way easier to remember which character is which if you're all actually different people."

"I'm sure there's some truth to that, but I think they change J.P.'s look enough that you can distinguish between them."

"I guess. Ummm...so you remember this morning when you came downstairs?"

Didn't he just mention it like 20 seconds ago? Does he think I have old person memory brain or something? "Yes. Vividly," I grinned.

"And you weren't wearing anything," he added.

"Yes. Like I said. Sorry about that, I just wasn't expecting anyone to be in the kitchen at that hour."

"No, it's good. I wanted to apologize for not...you know...doing a blowjob or something. I was super nervous about getting caught, and I kinda don't really know you, except for the time on set, and the fact you're Blake's dad."

"Buddy, you don't have to apologize for something like that. I should be the one apologizing. I wanted to see you what you had, and sometimes my brain is only operating at half capacity, which is usually the horny side. I wasn't kidding that if you'd been gay, I'd have taken you to bed, but that was a bit inappropriate in the moment. So, sorry."

"It's all good. I'm not scared of fooling around with a guy when the setting is right, but being in a strange house for the first time with my friend's dad, wasn't the setting I'd imagine," he reasoned. "Ummm...just so you know. If you do actually want to do something with me some day, I think I'd be okay with it."

I almost missed that reveal as I was still thinking about how to apologize more. "Ummm...thanks. Are you saying that because you're a horny 16-year-old who didn't get laid today, or would you really be okay with me fucking you?"

"Maybe not fucking," he said quickly. "I know I'm okay with blowjobs. Like both ways. But not sure about jumping into bed with a guy just so he could fuck me. It'd have to be more natural and in the moment, if that makes sense."

"Totally. You'd be surprised how many guys learn about their prostate that way. Typically at a party where they get drunk and stoned, and something just happens. They learn about themselves and have deniability if someone mentions it."

Thad laughed. "Yeah. That's how I'd be for sure."

"That might not be something to reveal," I said with a grin. "I mean right now you're making me so horny, that if you had alcohol or drugs in you, I'd already be inside you right here on this couch."

He looked at the couch as if actually imagining it in his head.

"I still can't believe that Blake told you we all fooled around together. No way in a million years would I tell my parents who I was hooking up with. They know I have a girlfriend, but I doubt they think we're having sex, and I'm sure not talking about it with them."

"Blake's an open book. Spend time around here, and you'll see that first hand."

"Already did. Half the shit I'd be way to nervous to talk about, especially around people I barely knew."

"Hey! So that's where you went," Blake boomed as he came across the room with Layne, Darcy, and Cory in tow. "Why you hanging out with Justin?"

"Just talking about the studio and movies," he replied quickly as he tried to compose himself.

Blake laughed. "Justin doesn't know much about that stuff. I could tell you way more. Merrick said dinner is in 40 minutes, so we're going to the games room for a couple games of bowling. You coming?"

"Sure. Cool."

"Later Dad," Blake said as he gave me a smirk and the dual fingers to the eyes thing, to indicate he was watching me. If he really wants to watch me, be upstairs after dinner where I'll be `talking movies and stuff' with Thad. Likely there won't be a lot of talking.

Bad news is dinner came and went, but the boys just went...as in went home before I could take Thad upstairs. We also didn't end up having the gang bang with Garren that night, as I think he needed time to process what had already taken place. Personally, I'm assuming he was still contemplating what to do about the suggestion from the executive producer. I talked to Colin about my idea, and asked if I could use his name to accomplish it. I didn't reveal any confidence between Garren and myself, opting only to say that I'd like Garren to stick around longer and have more episodes. He gave me permission, so I was all set.

By the time Monday morning arrived, I was ready to get back on set and finished these last two days strong. I had to be woken up three times, before I finally got out of bed. Maybe strong' was overstating it a bit. I was also still on my mission to get London before this all wrapped up. Let's be honest. If I can't get London into bed, maybe I am losing my touch, and perhaps 23 is the upper limit for being cute. What's after cute? Handsome? Then good looking for an older guy'? Which is then followed by wow you can still get it up, impressive', and finally, you're still alive'?" But I have no idea what comes after that, which I'm guessing is around 50.

Everyone looked so chipper for a Monday. Normally it would be a few pleasant groans and head nods as they held up a steaming cup of coffee. Here we could hold up breakfast burritos as well, but everyone was acting like it was a Friday afternoon they were so pleasant.

"Good morning, Harvell," I said as I bumped into him at craft services. It looked like a casual greeting, but I'd timed my arrival to coincide with his.

"Good morning," he replied.

"Justin," I told him. You get used to it.

"Right. Sorry. I still have a terrible time telling you three apart except when you're sitting in front of your name plates. Are you still enjoying being on set?"

"I am, actually. I've learned a lot about how films are made," I nodded as we picked up food.

"Any interest in being an actor full time?"

"None, we'll leave that to J.P.," I grinned. "We were talking about that over the weekend actually. J.P. asked if we'd be into doing more episodes with him."

"And would you?"

"Not like it was this week. Maybe a short scene to solidify the triplet plot in your show, but not all the time. Colin really likes the show. When he was here visiting last week, he mentioned how much he liked Garren's character, the drug dealer. He thinks it adds some depth to the show. Personally, I just think he has a crush on him. Garren, not the drug dealer," I clarified.

Harvell gave a small laugh.

"I guess that's one way to keep Colin interested in the show. Sprinkle Garren in here and there. I haven't told him that his character only gets to do three episodes," I said, still acting innocent with a sweet smile.

"I think I read in the production notes that he's extended to five episodes now," Harvell replied.

"That's good. Not sure I want my husband drooling over the guy, but if it keeps his interest, it keeps the show going, and J.P. gets to keep acting. I suppose I can handle a horny husband after each show airs."

"Keeps all of us working too if we continue to get greenlit for each season," Harvell added.

"Just what I need, several more seasons of Colin glued to his screen for a glimpse of Garren. Next thing I know, he tells all his friends, and we're hosting `drink when you see Garren' parties. He's never happy when they kill off a character he's googly eyed about. I think it's a pet peeve of his that the cute guy always gets killed off first in every show. One day he's likely to fund a show comprised entirely of only guys he likes. Not sure it'd be any good, but it'd be fun to look at. Personally, you should kill off Blake before he gets a big head."

"Isn't Blake your son?" He asked. "So, you know we're already too late for the big head thing, right?"

"Nice. You know him well. Anyway, if you're planning on killing off Garren's character, maybe stretch out his episodes so that he looks like he's in all of them. You kill him off after episode three or five, and Colin's likely to kill your show," I said throwing out a fake laugh. Sort of a guffaw, if you like.

"Good to know. I guess you have a lot of insight into things that others around here may not. Do you know of any upcoming big projects that might be in the pipeline, or being pitched?"

Boy is this guy transparent. "No, I don't really stick my nose into things like that, but I guess I could ask around. Personally, I'm hoping for some big blockbusters where we get A-list celebrities. Do you only direct TV shows, or do you branch into movies as well? Not sure how that all works? Do you specialize in one over the other?"

"No, there's more opportunity in TV, but you get noticed more for work in movies," Harvell replied.

"Do you have a specific type of movie you want to direct?"

"I'd like to do something meaningful, not some stupid slapstick comedy shit. Something that gets people talking," he said thoughtfully.

"Cool. I can ask Colin what he knows. Oh, hypothetically, if I arranged for the show to have another $600,000 for the season, do you think it would be enough to promote two people and increase their screen time? Hypothetically."

"Sure. We could do a lot with that kind of increase. I'm guessing one that you'd want to see promoted would be Garren?" Such an astute director.

"Would really solve the whole don't kill off the cute guy problem, and keep Colin happy, don't you think?"

"Hey, if that's what it takes to keep the show going, I'm not going to object. I could instruct the writers to give more depth to his character. Who's the second guy you'd be interested in?"

"London. He's got potential, so I'd like to see him be given a chance to succeed."

"He's a good-looking boy, but I don't think he's got what it takes to make it long term in the business. I have a feeling as he gets older and his teen idol look disappears, he may not be left with much."

"That seems harsh," I said seriously. "Perhaps all he needs is more time in front of the camera."

"Perhaps, but I've seen hundreds of his kind come and go. They look the part, but they just don't have the charisma to pull in the viewers or add to the plot. His acting skills are a bit weak, but that being said, I don't disagree that more screen time is always nice for these young actors. If you're footing the bill, I'd happily write him in. I just need confirmation from the studio executives that the budget is increased."

"I'm on it. Meanwhile, I'm looking forward to seeing the wrap on this episode. It's been fun and all, but time to get back to my other life."

"You did well for it being the first time in front of the camera," he said. "I enjoyed having all three of you on set, even if I couldn't tell who was who."

"We get used to it. Just point at which one you want when you're talking to us."

He laughed. "I'll try to remember that. Maybe you could have shirts embroidered with your names."

"I'll look into it," I nodded with a smile as I let him get on with his day.

I also got on with my day, which started with me phoning Colin to tell him I'd like to go ahead with the budget increase for the show. As usual he was ahead of me and had already approved it. They were just waiting to hear from me that it was a go. Before I could go do that I had to get to the hair and spackle trailer. It was a shirtless day on set for most guys, which, let's be honest are my second favorite days, right behind naked shower scene day. Today appeared to be a gym day, and I laughed when I read what the plan was.

The scenario was that the coach would be trying to teach the players how to be a better team, and had arranged for them to be in a ballet class. This should be interesting. If you want to keep a wide variety of viewers, you have to appeal to everyone. Most would enjoy watching the girls in ballet outfits, while straight guys would cringe and sympathize with the football jocks. Gay guys would hit pause repeatedly as they tried to focus on what might be visible in the bulges of the tights on the boys. Not to mention that the script called for most of the lead characters to be shirtless. I wouldn't object to watching this being filmed. North was part of the team in this setting, as was Anthony, but as always, they were in the background being quiet.

The scene began with the boys arriving in the gym, dressed in their regular t-shirts and shorts. "What are we doing in here after hours, coach?" One player asked, starting off the dialogue.

"Boys, you have the grace of drunk rhinos out on the field. You aren't focused, and your team work is almost non-existent. We're going to change that, or die trying. Let me introduce you to Miss Henrie and her junior ballet team. They have graciously agreed to help us out," he said grinning, as he went over to Miss Henrie to say hello. "Thank you for letting the boys join in with you. I think they'll get a lot out of ballet. Could you tell us what they need to succeed?"

It was now time for the boys to react to what they were hearing from their coach, and all began speaking at once, getting louder and louder, until the coach blew the whistle to shut them up.

It always seems random to me when lots of people speak at once, but it's all scripted. Who knew.

"This is what I'm talking about, boys. You can't focus for ten seconds. Miss Henrie, the floor is yours."

"Gentlemen, ladies. We are going to teach you the basics of ballet. It'll focus your mind, enhance your flexibility, improve your coordination, correct your posture, and teach you to take instructions clearly. We'll begin by teaching you the five starting positions, and work towards choreography as you progress. Each class will be one hour. Coach," she said formally as she stepped back to the girls.

"These classes will be in addition to our regular practices," the coach added.

"How long is that going to be for, coach?" J.P. (as Kriss), asked.

"Until I tell you. Any more questions Mr. Griffin?"

"No coach," he replied.

I noticed that there were several cameras running for this. One was handheld and right up close to the action. Another was on a cart being pushed around. Two were at the outer edges, no doubt getting the longer shots and one was overhead. I'm guessing they want to get this in as few takes as possible.

"Oh boys, some even better news for you. As a thank you to the ballet class, you'll not only learn skills that most athletes find extremely useful in sports, but at the end of this, you'll be performing the entire ballet you learn on stage in front of an audience."

"Oh, HELL NO!" Crash yelled out in horror. Thad seems like a really good actor, and if I wasn't focused on watching all the cameras and crew, I'd definitely be paying more attention to him, especially considering I'd already invested some time in to him.

"Oh hell, yes," the coach grinned. "Boys, I've heard it all before. Ballet is for girls; we'll get made fun of. Whatever you think you're about to say, save it. You either do ballet with the team, and I promise you'll be much better players as a result, or there's the door," he said pointing. Good thing the camera didn't follow his hand, as there's nothing there except a big open studio area with lights and cameras. "Bottom line, if you want to play football, this is mandatory."

Every guy immediately began talking, resulting in the coach blowing the whistle again.

"The team has decided that none of us are going to do ballet, coach," Cameron's character, Eldon, said confidently. "You can't kick all of us off the team if we refuse."

"How very Gen Z of you Mr. Packard. If that's how you all feel, I'm happy to dissolve the senior football team and move the juniors into your spot. Easier for me that way as I'll them for a couple extra years and can build a solid team with them. I'm sure they'll take ballet to ensure they're a winning team. So what'll it be, boys? You decide in the next 60 seconds, or the team is folded. Take one step forward if you're on the team and joining ballet, or head out if you're not."

He moved over to Miss Henrie, and leaned in as if talking to her. Meanwhile, the cameras had moved in on the boys as they all became animated talking to each other. Even the quiet, huddled, talking was louder than you'd normally expect, but I guess the microphones have to hear them for the plot. Slowly, one boy at a time stepped forward, leaving only four undecided. I'd already read the script, so I knew what was about to happen, but I focused anyway as if I were anticipating the drama ahead.

"No way," one boy said as he shook his head, turned, and walked off. He stopped once he'd gotten past the view of the camera.

Another was convinced by his friend to step forward, leaving only two. "Fuck this. You're not seriously staying to be part of this fairy fest, are you?" He said looking at what I assumed would be his friend on the show.

"I want to play football, so yeah, kinda," the guy replied.

"Whatever. Not even football would be worth that humiliation. Fuck you, you fairies," he yelled as he stomped off in anger, leaving the last boy to step forward with the rest of the team. If you were watching this on TV, you could almost see who would and wouldn't do the ballet as the guys who left were basically just extras. Extras with a talking part though.

"Alright boys, good decision. Now we just need to get you properly dressed," the coach said with almost an evil smirk.

"For the record coach, if you think I'm wearing a tutu, I'll transfer schools," Shayne (London) said quickly.

"Boys do not wear tutu's," Miss Henrie said quickly.

"That's good," Shayne nodded.

"Gentlemen, you may now head to the locker room to get changed. Your outfits are waiting for you," she smiled sweetly.

"And...cut!" the director yelled and things came to a stop. "Alright let's reset and go again."

They reviewed what they had filmed and after a couple consultations, they made some adjustments and went again. Once that was over, the guys were sent off to change for their next scene. It was basically a fast wardrobe change as the cameras stayed on the gym set. I read the sides earlier, so I knew that they'd be doing the locker room change scene later in the day after the ballet lesson scene was finished.

When they all arrived back on set in their new outfits, no one said anything, as they were all professional actors. It would be much different reaction if this were real life. Everyone got into position for the start of the scene which had the boys arriving from the locker room, heading towards the girls. Some confident, some painfully aware of their attire, and others openly embarrassed about it as they held their arm strategically over their crotches. Half of the boys were in a white leotard and black tights, the other half were shirtless, in just the black tights. All very form fitting, and it looks like all of them have been stuffing the lower frontal areas.

"We look stupid coach," Shayne/London complained, as the scene began.

"As opposed to how stupid you look losing every game. You'll live through the embarrassment. Boys, I'll say it one more time. Either you participate and get all the benefits out of these sessions, or I'll cut you from the team and find others hungrier for a winning season."

The ballet lessons began bit by bit, and retake after retake. The idea here was to film the entire ballet session at once. The guys would start out as awkward and overly clumsy, taking it mostly as a joke between themselves, but eventually move to where they were adequate at ballet, with a couple of stand out stars shining through. I have a feeling that may lead to another plot line. I've seen it in shows before. Some psychopathic unruly teen finds his path of enlightenment in something so far out of his comfort zone that he changes to embrace it completely.

None of the guys had taken ballet lessons. At least not that I knew of, so this first scene was truly showing how bad they were at it. Even just the limbering up and lifting a leg up onto the bar on the wall proved a challenge for some. When the girls showed the move and did splits and stretches, half the boys groaned in sympathetic pain as they imagined doing it. This scene went on for hours with several breaks along the way. I wondered if they would be showing this as one long scene in the show or breaking it up over several episodes. Maybe it'd be a montage kind of thing where they speed it all up to show how the boys improve.

However they were going to play it out, it was obvious that, at least for today, these boys would not be experts in ballet anytime soon. Watching a few of the actors, I think some of the extras may be actual ballet dancers as they sure seemed like they had more moves than most of the boys. Wonder what a ballet dancer would be like in bed with that flexibility? The spinning thing would make me dizzy as fuck though, and probably set my dick on fire, as he spun around on it.

The whole scene was pretty good, but exhausting to watch as they stopped and started various things. Sometimes wide shots, other times close-ups on one character or another. By the time it was over, I think every guy was relieved to be able to get out of the ballet outfits. After a break for lunch, they moved to do a locker scene with the boys. I grabbed a snack and a chair to ensure I had a front row seat to this.

The boys were back in the same outfits that we'd begun the day in, and this scene was obviously meant to be right after the boys had been sent to the locker room to change for ballet. Damn it's confusing when they film out of order. I would be so lost if I were an actor. Imagine filming some really emotional death scene, or terminal illness thing one minute and then playing the flashback scene that led you to this moment the next. I guess that's why you only rehearse your lines for the day and not the entire show. You'd be a happy terminal guy and a depressed romantic, instead of the other way around.

The scene began with the boys arriving in the locker room, all complaining about the coach's reveal and ultimatum. They went quiet as the coach entered the room behind them and threw a big box on the bench for them.

"There're your clothes for ballet. Find things that fit you and get changed," he barked at them. The boys immediately began rifling through the box.

"What the hell kind of jockstrap is this, coach?" Eldon asked holding up the dark brown jock.

"That is a dance belt, not a jock strap. We're not going to be tackling anyone out there...hopefully...so you don't need that level of protection. These are simply to hold things snug to your body. You'll notice they are different colours, so you want to pick one that is the closest match to your own skin."

"Do you have one in green, coach? Martin looks like he's gonna be sick," Crash laughed as the glanced over at the kid who had been the last to step forward.

"What the hell is this?" Shayne asked as he held up a small white item.

"That's the leotard. After you put on the dance belt and fit it properly, the leotard is next. That is followed up with the tights over it."

"Awww, coach...we might as well be in a tutu," Shayne complained as he held up both a white leotard and a pair of the black tights.

"Nothing says you can't, if that's what you prefer," he replied without cracking a smile.

"Shit, Wren over there would need a six six, not a tutu," Crash laughed, getting the guys to join in.

He wasn't wrong. While half the guys on the team had normal teenage boy builds, the other half were obviously the defence team, or offence (not sure which does what), and were built to knock down buildings, and block the sun when required. Seeing them in tight fitting ballet outfits wouldn't necessarily be a good visual. Good thing they're all actors. They can act like they don't care they're squashed into the outfits like sausage in a casing.

"Jesus, we are gonna look like fairies if we wear this. Come on coach. Can't we just wear our regular gym clothes?" Eldon asked.

As the main characters were having dialogue with the coach, the lesser characters were picking out the clothes, and moving off to make more room for the scene to continue.

"Technically you're not fairies, you're sprites," the coach laughed. "Guys, let's be real here for a moment. I'm not doing this to embarrass you. I'm doing it to make you better football players, and a much better team. Trust the process and give it a real try. You may not enjoy it all, but I think you'll find the benefits outweigh the negatives."

"But will we live long enough to be a good team once the rest of the school learns about this?" Eldon asked, getting a round of murmured agreement from the team.

The cameras moved slightly to capture the arrival of one of the minor actors, who was not fully dressed in his ballet outfit. "Coach. These are really uncomfortable," he complained pulling at the leotard he was now wearing. He had the dance belt on underneath which was exaggerating his crotch, and as tight as the whole thing was, it wasn't that flattering to a guy his size.

"Save it," the coach said cutting him off quickly. "You wear just as uncomfortable uniforms for football. From the jock to the spandex, shoulder pads, and such. Whining will change nothing, so let's just get on with it. Remember, the faster you accept ballet, and learn its lessons, the faster you'll be out of here."

"Nice package dude," one actor yelled at the guy. "What you stuff that with?"

"That's all me, baby. Nothing stuffed about it," he replied.

The coach laughed. "That's the padding of the dance belt. It's designed to smooth the outline of your genitals. A side effect of that is a seemingly much bigger bulge."

"If that's the result, I'm wearing mine to school with my skinny jeans," Kriss said confidently.

"Don't you first need to be skinny for skinny jeans?" Shayne asked, getting a finger from Kriss.

The cameras moved to watch the boys begin to change, which ended with them only down to their underwear before being cut. After that it was all camera angles and assumptions as the boys began pulling on their dance belts. Most of it was done off camera with wardrobe helping the guys to ensure privacy as they changed. When the scene began again, it was plenty of reactions to each other in just their dance belts. I was almost disappointed as they weren't like jockstraps where you see the ass. These were basically flesh-coloured underwear with a padded crotch.

The show wanted to portray teenage boys as real, so that required a scene where the boys tested out the dance belts by bagging each other. It was all simulated, which in my mind took away the `real' part of this. In a real locker room boys would literally dare each other to get punched in the nuts to see if the dance belts protected them. They quickly found out, at least in this simulated version, that they do not.

It was another story again when they finished getting dressed and had some sort of contest to see who was seemed to be packing the most. J.P., as Kriss, won that round. As his identical brother, it made me proud. Wonder how much those dance belts are, and would they be good during cruising hour at the mall?

Some of the more prominent characters, and seemingly those with good toned bodies, were not required to wear the leotard, and instead were going shirtless, as we'd just seen earlier. The bigger guys with larger stomachs, and hairier, were mostly the ones to be in the leotard. I guess if you want the show to have some sex appeal, you don't necessarily want the 250lb defensive tackle shirtless as he attempts ballet. I hope he doesn't have to be one of the dancers you have to lift over your head and spin around. He could crush the smaller guys.

The filming of the scene was relatively quick compared to others, but they did reset a couple times to ensure they got what they wanted. There was no nudity in this, but it would still come across really well on TV as there was plenty of joking, insulting and general horse play between the guys. Especially when they tested the dance belts for protection.

"Awww, don't you look cute," I said to J.P. as he stood near me shirtless in his tights. "Must be nice to be able to show off a simulated package that big huh? Now you know how it is being me all the time," I joked.

He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "If you ever get Alzheimer's we're never going to know. You do remember we're identical, right?"

"I'm sure if we really compare, we'll find out that I'm bigger in the dick department," I smirked.

"Oh, there's no question you're a bigger dick," J.P. chuckled as he patted me on the back and returned to set.

Sometimes it's hard to know if my brothers are agreeing with me or insulting me. It could really go either way.

"Hi Justin," a familiar voice said from behind me. I turned to see Joel and Blake walking up.

"Hey Joel. Nice to see you on set. Have you been here long?"

"No, just came here straight from school. Blake said I could visit."

"Yeah, I left his name at the main gate and had them call me when he arrived. I just drove over to pick him up," Blake revealed.

"You drove over?" I asked suspiciously.

"Sure, in one of the golf carts. You don't need a licence for that. Plus, who's gonna stop me? VIP, baby," he grinned holding up the pass Colin had given him. Anyone else think we're going to live to regret that decision?

"What do you think so far, Joel?" I asked.

"I haven't seen much yet, but it looks cool. I always thought some of these scenes were filmed in real places, or outside. Never knew that an outdoor scene would actually be just a set."

"Lots of this is all faked, but it helps to be able to control lighting, weather conditions and such. Much more control in a sound stage than if we go outside. We also don't have to worry about traffic noises and such. Imagine filming a scene from caveman days like the 70's where they didn't have cars or planes. We're filming a scene and a jet flies over, or some trucker blasts an air horn. In a sound stage, we don't have to deal with that," Blake said explaining things to his friend.

"Point of order. There were cars AND planes in the 70's," I corrected.

"Good one, Dad," Blake laughed.

"Blake, I think I should speak with your on-set teacher. I think they've missed some chapters in your education."

"Don't need no education, Dad. If you're an actor, you make up your own reality. That's how all the greats do it. As long as we can read, and portray a range of emotions, that's our bread and butter."

"Blake, with knowledge like you have, bread and butter may be all you have to live on."

"And peanut butter and jam," he giggled. "Come on Joel, I'll show you my trailer and you can help me get ready for my next scene. I'm gonna sell some drugs."

"You are?" Joel asked looking surprised.

"My character is. He's helping one of the older guys out in the show. I'm not really selling drugs on set," he laughed. "Wanna help me practice my simulated sex scene?"

Joel was about to respond, but I got there first. "Since when do you have a sex scene, considering your character is not only 13, but also homophobic?"

"I don't, but Joel doesn't know that. After an hour of fooling around together, I could just tell him that that scene had been cut. Way to ruin a perfect plan, Dad," he said shaking his head.

"Joel, if I were you, I'd be checking to see what's real, and what's not real, before you agree to anything."

He just shrugged. "I think it's all gonna be fun to learn. Do you think I'd be able to go on a set at all?"

"Probably not while the cameras are rolling, but we can pretty much visit anything as long as we don't touch the set dressing in case we screw up the continuity."

"Cool," Joel nodded. "Wait. What's continuity?"

"I'll explain it as I show you around. Later Dad," Blake said as the guys walked off. They really are good together, and they look like the perfect couple. If it wasn't for Joel's one major flaw, I could see them being long term boyfriends. Deep down, I sort of like that Joel is holding firm on his beliefs about sex. He's strong enough mentally to resist Blake's constant attempts, and yet he's flirty and outgoing enough to keep Blake's interest. He'll be a unique case study, but when that boy does start having sex, it's gonna be an event.

Speaking of events...it's time to find London and see if we can complete Operation London Down (on his knees, mouth open). Time to test the `I'll do anything' offer.

"London, good scene. You should wear that outfit more often."

"Or never again," he laughed. "I hate clothes that tight."

"But they really showed off your physique. I think that'll get you noticed."

"Any bets that all the offers I get will be for me in tights again? Or shirtless in spandex shorts?"

"Maybe you could just do a swimming or diving movie. Nothing says I'm hot like a tiny speedo."

"Unless you're 40 and 300 lbs, then it doesn't say that at all," he said, laughing at his own joke.

"God, don't put that visual in my head. Are you free right now to hang out?"

"I'm free for a few hours. I'm not in the next scene," he replied, so I let him follow me to my trailer.

"God, if you were ever drunk or stoned, you'd be super confused by all these trailers, as they all look alike," he said making small talk. For some reason, I felt nervous with a bit of anxiety. Never really felt that before, but then I'd never really put this much effort into trying to get a boy out of his clothes before. What's with me? Normally you walk up to a guy and say `you're cute. Wanna fuck?' and you're off to find a place to do it. I think London is messing with my head, but I'm all in, as they say in poker and sex.

Once we were sitting on the couch, I gave him something to drink and sat beside him. Not so close to be creepy, but not so far away that I couldn't feel the heat from his body. It's a very subtle difference in posturing. "I was thinking about what you said the last time we talked, that you'd do anything to get a regular role in a series, or a movie. I think you said it would include anything except something illegal."

"Yeah, pretty much," he nodded. "Sometimes you gotta really put yourself out there to make sure people see you."

"Or as they say `give head to get ahead?'" I teased. Is it teasing though if that's the actual intended goal? I'll have to get my lawyers on that.

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's what they say."

Part of me wants to keep beating around the bush and eventually lead him to decide he's willing to go for it, but the more impatient side wants to just get on with it. I'm trying to be more assertive to get back to the old Justin who just didn't give a shit, and went for it.

"Would you be prepared to put your money where your mouth is?" I said staring at him.

"Gross no. You never know where money has been. Why would you put it in your mouth?"

Wait until he hears where penises have gone before. I laughed at his naivety. "It means are you prepared to do what you said to get what you want."

"Oh. Yeah, I knew that," he said blushing slightly and taking a sip of his drink.

"Your comment was you'd do anything for a regular or main cast role. Did you mean it, or was that just a saying you threw out?"

"I think I mostly meant it. It's pretty tough to break into acting, and almost just as tough to land roles once you're in. I think if you can get an advantage somehow, you should take it. Why?"

"Bluntly. I think you could use your looks to entice people to do things for you."

"I wish. If it were that easy to bat an eyelash and get roles, I'd already be a-list. I mean I've done scenes shirtless, and even in my underwear, and I'm still only getting a few occasional roles. So looks don't really work for everything. Especially when you have a pretty typical look like I do. Sometimes I want to ask who you have to blow to get noticed."

Wow, he just Segwayed himself right into my next conversation.

"I can answer that," I grinned. "What if I told you I could arrange for you to be a main cast member, or at least a regular, before we wrap for the day."

"Yeah, right. I mean that'd be awesome and everything, but I doubt they'd do that, especially since the season has already started. Wait..." He said as he stopped and looked at me intensely. "Are you being serious? Shit, is this why you asked what I'd do to get the role? Oh my god, I'd be forever in your debt if that happened."

"No need to be in my debt, as I really want to see you succeed as an actor, but there is the other side to this," I said looking at him, as he was completely focused on our conversation now.

"The `what would I do to get the role' side?" He asked wisely.

"Exactly. Want me to be blunt?"

"Probably not, but go ahead," he said quieter than before.

"I think you're incredibly cute and I'd like to have sex with you," I blurted out, not realizing I'd forgotten to breath for a few seconds now.

"I had a feeling that was what you were gonna say. I've heard of stuff like that before. You get told you have a role, but if you don't put out, they pass on you and go to someone else."

"This isn't that. You'd still have your job that you were hired for, and they'd promote you because the budget was increased to include new positions."

He sat there for a good 15 seconds without saying anything then sort of laughed.

"What's so funny, or is that more of a nervous laugh?" I asked.

"No, I was just thinking about what Blake said, and he was right. You really do want me, don't you?"

"Blake said I wanted you?" I asked trying to sound surprised, but not really surprised at all.

"More like he said I was totally your type, and if I ever wanted to hook up with a guy, I should ask you. I mostly thought he was joking. I wonder if that means he actually slept with a director to get another role. Sometimes I think Blake makes shit up just to shock people."

"Try living with him. I never know myself most of the time," I replied.

I do, and he rarely bullshits about anything. Mostly embellishes. Please tell me he didn't sleep with a director. He's already a main character, how much more could he get out of it? Maybe he wanted to learn behind the camera jobs? Who knows. But let's get back to the bird in the hand right now, or is he chicken in a hen house?

"So, the question on the table right now is, would you go to bed and have sex with me as a thank you for getting you a promotion to regular cast?"

He paused again before answering. "How far would I have to go?"

"Just over to the bed," I said pointing at it, trying to sound serious.

He chuckled, which broke some of the tension. "I meant what would you expect me to do once we were actually on the bed?"

"I think you said you have a girlfriend at home, right?"

"I do," he admitted.

"Have you had sex with her?"

"Sure, tons," he bragged, like most boys would. "We've been together a while so we've done it."

"All the way, or just things like groping and maybe a blowjob?" I asked trying to get him a little hornier, which always helps.

"No, we've gone all the way. She gives head but it's not her favorite thing, so it's mostly a handjob and me eating her pussy and then fucking. Of course, we kiss and hold hands and stuff like that."

"Have you ever fooled around with a guy before?"

"No, never," he said quickly and adamantly.

"Nothing? Like jerked off in front of each other while watching porn? Watched one of them doing their girlfriend?"

"No. Most I've ever done with the guys is shower after a game or practice. Oh, and one time we all took a leak together after we'd gone skinny dipping in the ocean. That's as much as I've ever done with a guy," he revealed.

"Not even dares during some party game?"

"Nothing crazy. Like a dare to kiss a guy on the lips, or grope him over his pants. That's it."

"Interesting. A lot of guys your age have at least experimented with a guy, usually just out of curiosity. Does that make it harder or easier to answer the `would you do it' question?"

"Is this a real offer or just hypothetical?"

"Before we wrap up the day, the director will offer you and Garren a new contract promoting you to the main cast, or a regular, not sure which way it'll go. I arranged the extra financing if it goes ahead, so I'd say it's pretty real."

"Wow. I can officially say this is the weirdest offer I've ever had, yet strangely the most exciting," he admitted.

"It's just pushing a lot of buttons that you maybe didn't know you had," I suggested.

"Maybe. Okay, so if I have to go to bed with you to get this, what would I have to do?"

"Before I answer that, why don't you show me that you have at least some interest in the idea. How about you stand up and lose the clothes?"

"Like naked?"

"Like naked," I confirmed.

"Then what?"

"Then I check out what we're working with, and take you to the bed. To save beating around the bush, and to be blunt, I'd like to fuck. I think it'd be a little bit of an education for you to compare sex with a guy to sex with a girl. You've done one, now try the other. Once we've both cum, you'll at least be able to see what you liked and disliked."

"I know I wouldn't like getting fucked," he said quickly.

"Said every straight boy ever...until they actually get fucked properly. Trust me, almost as many straight guys like it as gay guys. Only difference is that they'd never admit it to their friends."

"That's true. Even if I thought it was awesome, I'd never say a word about guy sex with any of my friends. I have a few gay friends, but I'm not sure I'd even tell them."

"That'd be a big loss. You could get laid by your girlfriend, and if you found she wasn't putting out as much as you'd like, you could run over to the gay friends, who'd supplement your sex action."

"I've never actually had a conversation like this before. It's really strange," he said.

"We could just go 69 for a bit. No talking needed," I suggested.

"Oh, I never though of that. You'd want me to suck your dick too?"

I grinned. "It would be reciprocal, I promise. How about you stand up and take your clothes off. Let's start with that."

He took a moment, and then put his drink down before standing up. I stood up with him as I wanted to be ready to take his hand and pull him to the bed as soon as I saw his body become excited at the idea.

He quickly pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it onto the couch. Then he kicked off his shoes and awkwardly pulled off his socks. The pants came off next, leaving him in just his underwear. He stopped and looked at me. "Is that good enough?"

I grinned. "I've seen this much when you've been filming. I've even seen some ass cheek. How about we take these off next," I said as I stepped forward slightly and put my hands on the sides of his shorts. I stared him in the eyes as I slowly lowered them. He swallowed hard and looked directly back at me, neither of us looking down at what was happening. Once the shorts got low enough, they dropped to his ankles and he kicked them aside. I could almost hear him fighting with himself as to whether he should put his hand over himself or not before I glanced down.

"Is that okay?" He asked nervously.

"I think it's a good start. Shows you're at least somewhat serious about the idea," I replied. "How about we even things up and you undress me next?"

"I've never undressed anyone before," he said quickly.

"Pretty simple concept. Just take my clothes off, and we'll move to the next step."

He took one item of clothing off at a time, being careful not to look at me as he dropped my underwear and I kicked them away. I saw him swallow hard as we stayed facing each other. "So what now?" He asked.

"Now," I grinned as I looked at him, "I take hold of your cock, and give it a few nice strokes to get it fully hard so I can see what I'm working with."

I took hold of his penis as we talked and began to stroke it. We were still just looking at each other's faces instead of checking out the now naked bodies. He was circumcised which I always find nice, and he had a reasonably trimmed bush, and surprisingly smooth balls, which I had to comment on.

"Are your balls naturally smooth like this or do you shave?"

"I have to shave them," he replied quickly.

"Have to? Why have to?"

"Girlfriend. You know how they are," he said casually, obviously struggling to ignore my hand stroking him.

"Actually no. Not a clue. Never had one. It would probably piss off my husband."

He grinned slightly, then went serious. "Shit, you're married. What if your husband walks in? I'd be dead."

"No, if Colin walked in, he'd strip and join us. Then you'd have some real fun," I assured him. "So why does your girlfriend want you to shave your balls?"

I'm pretty sure I knew the answer to this, as I use the explanation on straight boys all the time so that I can get down and shave them myself. Over to camera three for the response from London.

She says if I want her to suck my dick, she doesn't want to be dealing with hair. She said if she has to shave her pussy for me, then I better shave my junk too."

"Very logical. You get a lot of blowjobs?"

"No. I think I shave more than I get head," he admitted, "but you gotta be ready in case she's in the mood."

"So don't shave, and just throw her on the bed and plow away."

"I have to get naked to do that, and if she saw I hadn't shaved and trimmed, she'd say she was out of the mood."

"Sounds like a flakey chick, or one trying to find excuses not to have sex with you, which is a shame because you should be having lots of sex, looking like you do."

"That's what all my guy friends say, but I'm beginning to believe girls don't think like that."

"Not sure, but it's definitely how guys think," I said as I stepped back slightly, still keeping my hand on his erection, which had now gone fully hard. I made a point of deliberately looking down at him. "That is one very nice cock, London. I'm guessing just short of seven inches, with some good weight to it. Good size balls too. Yeah, if I were you, I'd be naked as much as possible and show off the goods. Let the girls see what they're missing, and even make the guys jealous."

He looked down at himself, properly seeing my hand stroking him for the first time. "I guess I should warn you, if I cum I'm usually not interested in doing anything after that. I kinda lose interest."

"Pretty typical. I guess that's a straight boy thing," I lied. "I can cure you of that if we fool around a few times. Let's move over to the bed and ramp this up."

I took his hand and led him to the bed, where we crawled onto it and lay side by side.

"I should probably tell you, I'm super nervous right now, so I'm not sure how I'll do with stuff. Mostly because I've never done anything with any guy before, ever."

"You've had sex, so at least you know what it feels like to be inside someone. The feelings are the same fucking a guy, just the mindset of what your doing feels different. I always tell straight boys to close their eyes, and picture some hot girl, if they're having trouble with the concept of fucking a guy."

"How do they handle the other thing? You know, when they're the ones being fucked."

"It's like skydiving, buddy. You're terrified at first. Then you're gripped onto the side of plane for dear life until the instructor pushes you out. The ride down is fun, and you only panic again before you're about to hit the ground. That's usually the panic you feel when you're realize you're about to cum from being fucked. Once it's over and the adrenaline rush subsides, you have a chance to review the ride in your head and want to go again, or decide that once was all you needed to satisfy a curiosity."

"Great, now I'm also terrified of going skydiving," he joked again as he continued to prepare himself for what was about to happen.

I ran my hand down his chest and over his package, making sure to fondle it a bit to let him get used to being touched.

"What should I be doing?" He asked. "When I'm with my girlfriend, this is the part where we'd kiss and roll around and stuff. Do guys do that with each other?"

"They do. Especially boyfriends. If you're just looking for quick casual sex, you usually get right to it and bypass the foreplay."

"That's the type you want, right?"

"How about you let me show you how it's done, and afterward you can decide what things you enjoyed the most?"

Before he answered, I leaned over and kissed each nipple before suctioning myself to one to begin licking it. He tensed up at the sensation.

"You ticklish or something?" I asked as I paused.

"No. Just never had anyone suck my nipples before. Straight guys only give you a titty twist when we're goofing around. Oh, in case you're ever wondering, don't do that with girls. They REALLY don't like it."

"Did you do that?" I asked.

"Only once. I was being playful with my girlfriend and gave her a twisty and she almost smacked me off the bed."

I laughed. "Yeah, I think that's just a guy thing. Same as the turkey tap."

"I hate those, but it's funny giving one," he said like every guy ever.

I kissed down his body, stopping to put my tongue in his belly button for a few seconds, while at the same time fondle his balls as they awaited their turn with my mouth.

"If it makes it easier for this next part, you can close your eyes or put a pillow over your head. Some guys find that makes it better to imagine it's a girl doing it."

"Okay," he replied as I watched him close his eyes.

I moved down and began to explore his cock. A little above average, nice and straight with a great mushroom head on it. I quickly licked the entire shaft, up and down a couple times. I felt him tense up and take a deep breath as the new sensation shot through his body. I wasted no time sliding the whole thing in my mouth and letting him see what a real blowjob felt like. He clamped onto the bed, and I felt every part of him tense up. I reached underneath to feel his ass cheeks and they were like concrete globes. I had to stop several times to let him cool down as I wasn't ready for him to shoot off yet. We'd barely begun. I sucked his balls during the cool down periods, before resuming the blowjob. I made sure to take all of him as deep as I could as I know most girls just suck the first half, more as a way of saying they did it than to give real head. (I'm basing that off my knowledge of girls from movies, not real-life experiences).

I kissed back up his body and lay beside him, causing him to open his eyes.

"How was that?" I asked looking at his face carefully. God, this boy is cute, but then I feel the same about most long blond-haired guys.

"That was pretty good," he smiled. "Better than girls I've been with. I guess that's a rumour that's true, huh? Guys know how to give better head."

"It's completely true. We know what feels good, and how to work our equipment. Same as girls know how to work their equipment."

"I get that we know what feels good. I just don't understand how we'd know to give a blowjob. A handjob, sure, since we're doing that to ourselves all the time. The other doesn't make sense," he reasoned as we lay there, my hand roaming over his chest.

"You don't fold yourself in half and go down on yourself?" I asked trying to sound surprised.

"No," he replied quickly. "Why? Is that something I should be able to do?"

"No, I'm just joking with you. Every guy wishes they could do it, but very few can. I'll show you how guys learn. Time for your first cock sucking lesson. Shuffle down the bed a bit so we can 69."

He did, and I spun around. We were on our sides looking directly at the other guy's junk. "Best way to learn is to just follow my lead. What I do to you, you duplicate with me," I explained.

"Guess I shouldn't keep my eyes closed for this then, huh?" He reasoned.

"Likely not a good idea. We'll start slow, but one thing to remember is to watch the teeth. Cover them with your lips."

"That one I know. Mostly from getting head though, not from giving it."

I reached over and took hold of his cock, letting him copy me at his own speed. He had a few first-time reactions, like how it felt different than he imagined, and how he felt it throb, and how my balls moved. I still find it fascinating to check a cock out up close. You can't really check your own out this closely so it's fun to explore another one. Maybe that's a gay thing, but I think all guys should get the opportunity to look at another penis up close and personal.

I put the tip of his penis in my mouth and licked around the head. It took him a while to get that far with mine as he stuck his tongue out to touch it first as if it were electrified. Once he realized that it didn't have some vile exotic taste to it, he popped the head in his mouth and followed my verbal instructions to let his tongue roam around and explore it.

From there it was now a simple matter of inching our way down the shaft until we had it balls deep. At least it was simple matter for me. For London, it was a bit more of a challenge. He'd barely gotten three inches down before he began to cough and choke and had to back up. I gave him the usual pointers of remembering to breathe through your nose; to swallow as the tip of the cock touched the back of your throat. This would tell the gate keeper thing at the back of your mouth that the object going through was okay. Of course, the last bit of advice was to just go slow.

He didn't do well at any of that, but he did try several times. I think he stopped when his eyes had watered enough and he had a runny nose as a result. I moved him from that to playing with the balls, which he did a much better job with. I think he tried overly hard at that so he wouldn't have to go back and suck my dick again.

I told him to keep doing what he was doing, while I showed him something else. I pulled his top leg back and placed it over me as I moved my head down the back of his balls and into his ass crack. I wasted absolutely no time pushing my tongue into his pink virgin hole ensuring that I got as deep as I could before I licked the length of his ass again. I pulled him even more firmly towards me and began to east his ass for all it was worth. I wiggled the tip of my finger around the puckered starfish and got it nice and wet.

He was squirming all over trying to either get away, or to get more. I wasn't sure which, and since he wasn't screaming at me to stop, I kept going. I told him to take a deep breath and relax as I eased my index finger into him. He stopped breathing and tensed up as soon as he felt the tip begin to penetrate him.

I slapped him on the ass. Breath and relax. This'll feel way better if you do."

"K", he replied.

"Pop the head of my dick in your mouth. It'll give you something else to focus on," I suggested.

He actually didn't hesitate as I felt his lips wrap around the head of it, and the tongue begin working on me. He made no effort to go down on it, but seemed very content to just suck the head. I probed him with my finger before pulling out and adding a second one. He found that a bit uncomfortable, but I kept persevering until he was able to handle it. It didn't take as long as it sounds, and I was sort of rushing him through all the steps anyway so that I could get to what I really wanted. His virgin ass. I'd hate for him to cum too fast and this be over before I got there. Who knows if he'd let me go again in the future.

"I think you're ready," I said as I pulled back and shuffled around to look him in the face.

"Ready?" He asked as he lay there not moving even a little, probably relieved that he no longer had to stare at my cock.

"For more than a couple fingers. Time to fuck. The only thing to remember is to totally stay relaxed, breathe in and out a lot and just let me enter you."

"Will it hurt?"

"It could. I'm a bit bigger than most, so I'll definitely stretch your hole. Just keep breathing and push out as you feel it enter. It'll take a few seconds for your ass to get used to it, but once it does, you'll notice a big difference. That's when I'll really fuck you. We'll probably switch up and do a couple positions so you can really experience it properly."

"Is that when it's over?" He asked.

"It's over once we both cum. You'll want to fuck me once I'm done."

"Could we maybe just do that instead? I think I'd prefer that to getting fucked."

"You can stick your dick in anything, whenever you want. The fun of being with a gay guy is getting to do things you can't do with girls. Like sharing dicks with your friends, or having them work your prostate with their cocks, getting both of you off at the same time. Not a lot of girls can do that for you."

"I like how you make it sound like the most normal thing possible, when 99% of straight guys would never do this," he said quoting statistics from the Christian National playbook.

"More like 80% of straight guys haven't done it yet. While 60% have thought about it, but haven't had the opportunity," I corrected, using the stats from Gaypedia. "Here's your opportunity. There are a couple of different ways to start for your first time. One is for you to sit on my cock, and lower yourself down on it at your own speed. That gives you total control. That's pretty normal for a gay guy who's eager to learn, but nervous."

"What about for a straight boy who is also nervous, but not as willing?" He asked, almost with a small grin.

"That's the second position. You lie face down on the bed and I lie on top of you. I work your ass with my tongue and fingers to get you opened up and thoroughly lubed. Then I just slip up inside you and give you a nice fuck."

"You make it sound simple, but it's still gonna hurt, right?" He asked still nervous.

"It probably will at first. You just have to trust me. I mean I could just do it the old-fashioned way. I could spit fuck you. I spit on your ass, then on my cock, and slam into you and keep fucking until I cum. That would have you screaming in pain, but it'd be over a lot faster than a nice slow fuck. If that's more your speed, we could do that," I offered, jokingly.

"No, I think the slower way is better. I mean not fucking me at all is best, but I guess since we've come this far, I could keep going. At least to see what it's like, right?"

"Right," I nodded as I reached over for the bottle of lube and rolled London onto his stomach. I spread his legs wide so I could get between them and drop my face back between his cheeks. I rimmed and fingered his ass for a minute or so, just to get him back in the mood. Then I began adding lube to coat his insides. I made sure to work my cock as well as I wanted it nice and hard to be able to spear him confidently and on the first thrust. Nothing worse than having a less than rock hard erection that you have to wiggle and force into someone. It's much better when you're as hard as steel, and it just punctures the sphincter like a nail going through butter.

As I rubbed the head of my cock around his entrance, I felt him tense up. As with every single boy that is new to being fucked, they forget the three simple rules. Relax. Breath. Push out. They hear it and their brain translates to; Tense up. Stop breathing. Clamp ass shut.

I lay down on him and whispered into his ear. "Take deep breaths buddy. Relax your ass, and when you feel me about to enter just inhale and push out slightly. My cock should just slip right in. There'll be a bit of pain as your ass accepts me, but it'll calm down in a few seconds."

He nodded and began to breath like he'd run a marathon. I coached him to just breath normally. In through the nose and out through the mouth. That gets reversed to, in through the nose and out through the nose if you're being spit roast. Just for those that are at home following along with a couple guys.

As I began to push my cock into his resistant ass, his hand shot back to grab my thigh. I took it away and held his hand as I whispered to him again. "Just stay relaxed. I promise I'll go slow."

"It's starting to hurt," he complained.

"Just until I get in. Trust me. If you stay as relaxed as you can, it'll be easier."

He nodded and I felt his body deflate as he took another deep breath and let it out. I pushed hard enough to spear though his sphincter and get my mushroom tip into the forbidden chamber. He cried out, and his other hand, that I wasn't holding, shot back to my thigh to stop me again.

"That's the worst of it. I'm in now," I advised.

"This really hurts, Justin. I think you're too big for my ass," He complained as I felt every part of him tense up."

"You'll be okay. Just keep relaxed and breathe. I promise it gets easier. I gave him a minute to get used to it, but every time I moved, his hand clamped around my thigh to try and stop me. I eased back a bit and added more lube, before pushing in another millimetre. I did that several times, slowly making my way inside. I was about halfway when I decided it was time to begin fucking him. I pulled back as far as I could without pulling out, added a lot more lube and then pushed in again. This time driving right past the halfway point and as deep into him as I could go.

He cried out so loud at the surprise penetration, that I had to push his head into the pillow to muffle the sound.

"Shhh. I'm sure the last thing you want of for everyone to rush over to watch you getting fucked," I said, once again lying right beside his ear. What he didn't know is that he was only getting a half speed fuck at this point. I was laying full on top of him, and only using my hips to thrust in and out. I nibbled on his ear and did my best to take his total focus of the dick inside him. As with everyone, okay, mostly everyone, I've fucked, there comes a point when they either simply accept that they're getting fucked, or begin to enjoy it.

London had arrived at that `accepting it' point. I felt his ass relax and his breathing returned to a somewhat normal rhythm. At this point I basically have two options. Three if I just keep doing what I'm doing. I could push up onto my hands and really begin to bang the stuffing out of him until I cum, or pull him up into doggy style and, using my hands on his hips really give it to him until I cum in him. Right now, I wanted to do both, but I wanted him to enjoy this and want to return the next time he was horny. Best way to accomplish that is to make sure he achieves his orgasm while he's inside me. That's what he's likely to remember.

"London, let's change up slightly. I'm going to pull you up onto your hands and knees, so follow me up," I told him. He didn't reply, but allowed me to pull him up into the doggy style position.

I was now able to get a really good look at my cock impaled in his little hole. That view always gets me hot. I pulled back and added more lube before re-entering him. I held his hip with one hand, and ran my other up and down his smooth back for a bit. I reached around to grab his dick, which to no surprise was completely limp. He was using everything he had to focus on the fuck, and none to work his pleasure centre.

I returned both hands to his hips, which wasn't the ideal move when taking a nervous boy for the first time. His brain just processed me feeling his junk and then reject it for being limp. Now he feels inadequate, while at the same time trying to deal with a cock up his ass, turning him into what straight boys call `the chick'.

I, on the other hand, was truly enjoying London's ass. You know when you have that perfect movement going and the ass tunnel is just so perfect that you're lost in the sensation? That's where I was with London. I had just the right amount of lube with his form fitting size hole around my cock. With each thrust in and out, I felt a small electric charge rush through my body. It was like he was meant to be impaled on me.

"God, I'm so close to cumming, but I don't want this to be over yet," I admitted.

"I don't think I can do much more," London replied quickly. "Maybe you should cum so we can take a break."

"How about we change positions for a bit then?" I suggested. "I'll lie on my back and put my legs on your shoulders. I want to watch you fuck me."

I eased out of him slowly making sure not to let his ass slam shut and cause unnecessary pain. I rolled onto my back and smiled at him. You did good for your first time."

"First time with a guy. I've had sex before," he said, just to keep his reputation correctly logged in history.

"Time for one final experience," I said as looked at him. He slowly moved to sit between my legs and look at me.

"So, you just want me to fuck you and that's it?"

"What else did you have in mind? Whipped cream? A flogging? Snowballing?" I teased.

"No," he said with a small grin. "I meant you just want me to start and like put it in you, or do I have to do something else first?"

"Just remember to use lube on both of us. I'm not self-lubricating like a girl," I advised. "But go ahead and enter when you're ready."

"Got it. What's snowballing?" He asked as he poured lube on his cock and then cautiously fingered some around the outside of my ass. Guess he's never touched a guy's ass before either. I had to take his finger and shove it into me. He let me, but from the look on his face, he either wasn't expecting it or was trying to figure out how he was going to disinfect his finger when it came out.

"You can look it up," I responded. "You might learn some interesting new things that you want to try."

"I think this is more than enough new learning for a while," he replied as he shuffled up to aim the head of his penis against my hole. Like any straight boy, as soon as he made contact, he flipped into I'm about to get laid' mode and pushed into me fast. I think guys have this part of their brain that says get in there before they change their mind, dumbass.' So you get right to it and get as far as you can before you're being told to stop. London was no different, except I'm not about to say stop.

"Holy shit. That feels really tight on my dick. Like it's being choked," he exclaimed.

I smiled at him. "See, you're a natural. Every guy wants to hear how nice and tight his ass is. Now just do what you've done with your girlfriend and just fuck me."

"Isn't it hurting?" He asked.

"I've done this a few times. Trust me, at this point it's all pleasure. Fuck me as hard as you want."

London resumed his actions getting more and more into it as his body took over. He kept alternating between looking down, looking at me, and looking at the wall behind us as he fucked. I put one hand on his ass to pull him in deeper on his downward thrusts, and eventually he got the idea of how hard he could fuck me. Once I was convinced he had it down correctly, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down so we could kiss.

At first, he was surprised, then reluctant, but slowly gave in and let me slide my tongue into his mouth. I will say this...if this is how he kisses his girlfriend, she's gonna be on Tinder looking for a more experienced replacement very soon. Of course, it's just as likely that she's as inexperienced and they both think this is the best thing ever. He was having a little trouble breathing, fucking, and kissing at the same time, but it didn't stop his enthusiasm for all of it. I was impressed that he didn't cum in the first few seconds. As soon as I saw him begin to sweat a little, I knew he was getting close. He grunted as we kissed, and I felt his whole body tense up and shake a little. No mistaking those movements.

"You cum?" I asked.

He looked up at me. "Yeah. I forgot to pull out. Sorry."

"Good thing I'm not a girl then, huh? Hope you don't forget when you're doing your girlfriend."

"I wear a condom," he said quicky. "It kinda feels too good to pull out, so I make sure I'm wearing protection."

"Yeah, I'm like that too, but usually the protection is a helmet do I don't crack my skull bouncing off the headboard."

He laughed as he pulled out and looked at his wet dick covered in his creamy sauce. I tossed him some tissues to clean up with.

"Does this mean I'm now a main cast member?" He asked as he sat there.

"You are, but don't say anything until the director talks to you."

"I can't believe I just did that. I just pimped myself out to get a job promotion. I'm basically an internet meme at this point," he said looking down at his rapidly deflating dick.

"It's likely too early to ask at this point, but once you've had time to process it all, think about how what we did compared to your girlfriend. Was it better or worse, and what might you do again, or not do again."

"I can already tell you one thing. You give way better head than my girlfriend. She's sucks me off like she's got a mouthful of broken glass."

"Ow! I am never going to get that image out of my head. Every time I see you from now on, I'm going to picture that."

"Can I ask you a question, seriously?" He asked...seriously.

"You can, but don't call me seriously. I prefer Justin," I chuckled.

"What? Oh, right. I get it. Funny. Are you gonna want to have sex with me again?"

"Strange way to ask that," I replied. "Not sure how to answer."

"I mean do I have to keep having sex with you to keep the promotion?"

"No, not at all. You're a main cast member now, and the only way you lose that is if they decide the show is cancelled, or that the audience isn't connecting with you, and they demote or fire you. Of course, I'd love it if you did want to fool around again."

"Cool. Yeah, right now I'm not sure what I think but I guess since I actually came, I probably didn't hate it, right?"

"Probably not. Could be that you're away from home and just horny as hell. That could also be a factor. It's more likely that I'm just so good at sex you didn't care that I was a guy because it was the best you've ever had."

He just smiled as he went to get dressed. I offered him a shower, but I think he just wants to get back to his trailer, lock and bolt the door in case I get horny again. He thanked me and left. I'm pretty sure I had a stupid grin on my face as I mentally checked London off my to do list.

I went to find Blake, who was sitting in his chair awaiting his scene to begin. Joel was standing beside him soaking everything in that was going on around him. When it was time for Blake to be on set, Joel came and sat with me so he could watch.

They only did a small scene where Duane and Crash met to discuss their idea about how to get money for Farris.

"How much you got so far?" Duane asked as the boys filmed out on the indoor `outdoor' set, hanging near the swings.

"Twelve hundred. Still leaves me fifteen hundred short and we're running out of time. He's gonna kill me. Maybe if I just run, leave the state, maybe go overseas. He'd forget about me," Crash suggested.

"What about me? Duane asked. "I don't want to get sold, or be dealing drugs until your debt is paid."

"It's me that owes it. He has no reason to come after you," Crash reasoned.

"Dude, he tore my shirt off and said he was gonna sell my ass. Sounds like he'd still come after me, and I do NOT want my ass selling. How much does it cost to buy a gun? Maybe when he comes for you, you could shoot him in self-defence."

Crash shook his head. "Right now, it's only money I owe him. I'm not going to go down for murder. I'll just have to find a way. Maybe it'd be better to let him sell me, and then at least it's over."

"No way. That's not happening," Duane said vehemently. "Do you know anyone you could borrow money from?"

"That's where I got the twelve hundred," Crash replied.

"Could we rob someone?"

"Not with all the video cameras around we couldn't. We'd get caught for sure."

"We still have time, so give me some stuff, tell me how much it costs and I'll see what I can sell. No one would be looking at me for drug dealing, so maybe I could do it faster and easier. Plus, most of the people I know aren't your customers anyway. They'll all be curious about it since we hear shit all the time."

"Cut," the director yelled. "Let's do that again. Change that last line to `they'll all be curious since we hear about drugs all the time.'

Joel leaned over to whisper to me. "Blake's really good, isn't he?"

"He seems to enjoy it, that's for sure," I agreed. "Plus, he has one hell of a memory to be able to remember his lines. They only give me a half dozen words and I forget half of them."

"That's what I'd be like," Joel nodded. "I like how good looking all the cast is too. I think the make-up makes them look even better."

"I think so too. From what I understand, they do a lot of make-up so the actors don't wash out under the bright lights."

"Makes sense. Blake's kinda even cuter when he's wearing it," he said blushing slightly, or maybe he was wearing rouge. Hard to know. "Is that Crash guy he's acting with, Thad?"

"He is, why?"

"Just asking. Blake told me they'd hooked up with a girl named Victoria. Do you think he did?"

"Do you think he did?" I asked, surprised that Blake revealed that to Joel, knowing how Joel feels about him.

"I think so. He kinda likes to brag about people he gets with."

"Does that bother you?"

"Sometimes, I guess. Makes me realize that me and him might are probably never going to be boyfriends, even if he breaks up with Sienna one day."

"That'd be a tough one to get past. Maybe when he's older and decides to settle down, but I'm 23 and I still like fooling around with new guys, so you may have a long wait."

"I know. Some days I think I'm being stupid and I should at least try sex. If I like it as much as everyone says I will, then maybe I'd be okay doing it casually, like Blake does. But most days, I know I just want one person, exclusively for me. Do you think I'm missing out on being a teenager?"

"Not at all. Never let anyone, no matter how big a crush you may have, dictate what you should or shouldn't do when it comes to sex. When you find that person that matches what you're looking for, you'll know it. Right now, you have a crush on Blake, and the two of you are awesome as friends. If you can get past seeing him sexually, you'd have a life-long friendship ahead of you, I'm sure."

"And if I can't get past seeing him as a future boyfriend?" He asked.

"Then you have to decide what's best for you," I said not committing to a real answer.

"It doesn't help that he's so obvious about all the sex he has though. He also gets naked a lot, which is really difficult to deal with."

I chuckled almost silently. "You'll never get him to stop taking his clothes off. Half the time it's got nothing to do with sex, he just likes being naked."

"I've noticed. He also doesn't care if he gets an erection. I'd die if I got one that someone saw."

"As would most boys your age. Blake's not the typical 14-year-old. Perhaps look at how your other friends act. They adjusted to nudity at Blake's party, but would they run around naked at other times when you hang out?"

"God, no. Except for changing, I'd never even seen them naked before. I saw Blake naked ten minutes after I met him."

"Ten minutes, huh? In Blake's world that's almost a lifetime," I teased. "Joel, the only advice I can give you is just enjoy your time with Blake as friends. If an opportunity presents itself for more than that, it's up to you to decide whether to go for it or not. You can always ask Blake if he'd be willing to offer some compromises so that the two of you are closer in your own beliefs."

"I don't think he will. He's already kinda said that. I already changed one thing. I told him that since we were already friends, that if we ever became exclusive boyfriends, I'd be okay having sex right away instead of waiting."

"I can see that fitting with what you mentioned before about needing to really know someone before you commence an intimate relationship. I think the two of you know a lot about each other now."

"Yeah. That's what I figured. I guess that's one compromise, huh?"

"It's a big one, that's for sure," I agreed. Of course, in my mind, I'm thinking that that's probably the least of issues. Blake is never going to go monogamous to get Joel, and that's assuming that he and Sienna actually break up at some point.

We turned our attention to Blake and Thad as they finished their scene. Crash gave Duane some drugs to sell and agreed to meet back in 24 hours to discuss. I'm assuming in the show that they'd now cut to something else, but right now, they simply reset, swapped the boy's shirts out for others, probably to simulate a different day, and moved them slightly to another part of the swings.

"How'd you do?" Crash asked as they began.

"Three hundred. Not enough, but at least it's some. Not a lot of kids my age have big money."

"Three hundred is good. I made another five hundred, so that's another eight off the fifteen, leaving us with only..." he paused as if doing the math in his head.

"Seven hundred," Duane said impatiently. "We need another seven hundred."

"Yeah, but we have another problem," Crash announced.

"What now? Is drug dealing always this hard? I thought drug dealers were loaded with cash."

"They are if they don't use their own product," Crash revealed.

"So, duh! Stop doing the drugs," Duane said quickly. "What's the other fucking problem?"

"Well, we're now out of things to sell, and I bought that last batch from a different dealer. I owe him $300, but I have a little extra time to pay for that."

"So you're back to owing a thousand? I'm thinking you're gonna be selling your ass. I'm just gonna make sure I'm nowhere around when you meet him."

"And you shouldn't be, Duane. This isn't your problem. I did have an idea though. What if everyone sees that we're not friends anymore? The only reason Farris is dragging you into this is because we're friends. He thinks by intimidating you, he can get to me. He couldn't use that if we're not friends."

"Okay, so we just say we're not friends any more until this is over," Duane nodded.

"Nah, it's got to be more believable than that. We need a big public fight where we literally beat the crap out of each other."

"Like we fake a fight that everyone can see?"

"No, I'm talking a real fight. Bloody lip, fractured skull, torn clothes. One where people need to tear us apart while we still act like we're trying to kill us."

"Dude, I don't want to hurt you," Duane said with a small smirk. "Would we be friends again afterward?"

"Maybe when everything is resolved and a believable bit of time goes by. We wouldn't jump right back into being friends, or he'd know it was staged. Could you handle a fight like that?"

"Me? Hell yeah, I could. Like I said, I don't wanna bust you up too bad though."

"Sorry buddy, but I actually know how to fight. I'd probably do some serious damage to you, but I don't see any other way to get out of this and make sure he doesn't come after you. You'd maybe have a couple black eyes, possibly a broken rib or two, a cut or two."

"Maybe I could take my chances with Farris," he said, sounding less confident that previous.

"I wouldn't. If we fight, you'd be out of this completely. If you stand up against Farris, you'd be all the way involved, and you shouldn't be. I've seen what happens to guys that don't pay on time. Trust me, he's not kidding about selling you."

"No way I'd let some dude play with my ass."

"That might be the easy part," Crash shrugged. "They could do way worse. Like drug you up so bad you can't get clean again. They pass you around like a sex toy, or use you as a punching bag when they need to release anger. Dude, it's not worth the risk. Stay home, I'll give him what I have and take whatever punishment he deals. But you gotta hide until it's over, or he will come for you if he thinks it's more beneficial to hurt my friends."

"We still have time. Maybe we can figure other shit out before you need to pay him," Duane suggested. "I gotta get home."

"Cut." The director yelled and the scene was over.

"Whoa, that was intense," Joel said as soon as the lights went off on the set. "Is Crash really going to beat Blake up?"

"No, Crash is going to beat Duane up if they go through with it."

Blake bounced up to us. "So? What did you think?"

"That was awesome, Blake. You're really good. Don't let that guy beat you up, though," he said with concern.

"I think that's where this is gonna go. It'd be good drama," Blake surmised. "Don't worry, all the wounds would be make-up and the fight would be fake. It's likely with a scene that intense that they're gonna use stunt double for the actual fight. We'll only have to go in for the close-up shots, and to show damage being inflicted."

"I don't think I'd like to watch that scene," Joel admitted.

"You could help me get the makeup off afterward. I'm sure I'll need help in the shower, what with my broken ribs, cuts and bruises, and such," he teased. "Let's go back to my trailer so I can change before we head home. I have to leave the outfit for wardrobe to pick up. They log everything back in according to the scene it was worn in, so that if we have to do it again, we have the right clothes. Imagine how fucked up this stuff is gonna be after a major fight."

"Do you wear the same stuff?" Joel asked.

"Probably not. They'll have clothes that look the same, but are designed to rip easier, or in various states, depending on which part of the fight scene we are filming. It all gets complicated, so I don't try to figure it out. I just wear what wardrobe gives me. It's up to them to know what scene requires what."

The boys took off, and since there was a pause in production, I headed back to my trailer to re-read the sides. I had to practice my lines for the next time I was due on set. `Don't, Scott!' That's it. Those were my lines. I know it sounds simple, but you have to really put the emphasis in the right spot to get your point across. Should I say DON'T, Scott, or Don't, SCOTT! And how should my face look? Mean, angry, surprised, sexually frustrated. It's a lot to practice. If I had as many lines as J.P., I'd be a nervous wreck. I was sitting on my couch reading the script trying to get an idea of how to play this, when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I yelled. I could have gone with you may enter', or permission to enter is granted', but I don't want to overdo the acting.

The door opened and Thad walked in. "Hi, you busy?" He asked.

"No, just reading the script. Come in."

He entered and as the door closed behind him, I noticed he locked it before coming over to where I was seated. "Just have a break so I thought I'd come over and see you," he said.

"Great. Have a seat," I replied and waited for him to sit next to me. He made small talk for about five minutes before moving on to what I assumed was his real reason for visiting.

"Blake invited me and the other guys to join him for more of his YouTube videos."

"Nice. He's usually off doing those on weekends."

"Yeah, that's what he said. He wants to do a jungle themed one at some island he knows. He said the idea is to rescue two little kids from fierce head hunters or cannibals. Some of us will be the cannibals and some the rescuers."

"Sounds like an interesting video. Which of you are the kids being rescued?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. He said he knows some little kids who would love to be part of it."

"Probably the twins and his brother and cousin," I surmised. I could just see the excitement on Travis and Trevor at being part of this.

"I dunno, but he seems to have it all figured out," Thad replied. "I was worried at first when he said the place he wanted to go was called Bare Island. Wasn't sure that we should be filming if there were lots of bears around, but he explained it was the other type of bare, like as in no clothes."

"He'd be right," I laughed. "Although I sometimes think it'd be less terrifying with actual bears."

"That's what I think. He said when we finish filming, we can all go swimming and exploring, but leave our clothes. So that's the other thing I wanted to ask you," he said beginning to look a little more nervous now.

"What is?" I asked.

"So you remember when you ran into me in your kitchen when I was over?" Thad asked.

"Sure."

"And you were naked."

"Yeah, like I said before, sorry about that. I wasn't expecting anyone to be awake."

"That part was okay. I was just sort of wondering if maybe you could give me some tips on how to...ummm...you know...not get an erection when you walk around naked? You were able to keep yours down, so I figured maybe you'd know how to do it."

"It takes practice and concentration, especially if you aren't naked a lot. Are you worried about that?"

"Yeah, a bit. I'd be super embarrassed if I went to Blake's island place and got a boner around the other guys when we were swimming."

I smiled at Thad as he was looking a lot more nervous now. "First, I doubt you'd be the only guy to react to running around without clothes. I'm sure others wouldn't be used to it either. Second, if you're going to be swimming in the lagoon there, that water is cold enough to prevent any erection."

"But as soon as I got out of the water, it'd be a problem again. Anytime I take my clothes off when others are around, I get a boner. It's so annoying."

"What about at school changing for gym?"

"I change fast, and after gym where we need to shower, I wrap a towel around myself and keep it close until I have to stand under the water. I make sure it's colder water and then go fast. Mostly I just stare at the wall, and then race to my towel afterward."

"Best advice I can give you is just to spend time naked, and try to ignore the fact you don't have clothes on. The only reason we get erections in those situations is because we find them exciting and perhaps a little forbidden, so it becomes a bit of a thrill, which will inflate the junk. Like the night I ran into you in the kitchen. Everyone at our house is used to walking around without clothes. It's just pretty normal, so we don't think anything of it. It's not exciting so we don't react to it. It takes a while but you get used to it."

"I can't exactly wander around my house naked," Thad reasoned. "My parents would have me sent to a mental institution."

I laughed. "So go to Wreck Beach and lie out there. That's a great place to get used to being naked. That's how I first got used to it."

"You did? Like you just went down there and took your clothes off?"

"More like I lay on the sand face down until I got my penis under control. After that, I had a couple close calls for a few hours, but then it was like someone flipped a switch and it was no big deal anymore. Now I can control it every time."

"Wish I could do that. Not sure I'd be able to go to a public beach and get naked. Not even if everyone else was. I'd be worried they'd all be looking at me."

"Easiest way is to take a friend along. Block out everyone else and just concentrate on hanging out together, ignoring the fact that you don't have clothes," I suggested.

Thad laughed. "Yeah, not sure I have any friends that would be into doing that."

"Take Blake. He'd be naked in the car for the drive over to the beach," I said with a smirk.

"No offense, but Blake would be the worst guy to go with. He's so sexual that he'd probably get a boner just so he could show it off to everyone."

I laughed. "That's true. Seems like you're getting to know Blake pretty well," I smiled. "One way to help yourself is just to masturbate ahead of getting naked. That'll help calm your hormones down a bit. I realize it may not be practical in every situation, but if you're planning on going some place to just be naked, then it definitely helps."

"Probably wouldn't be good after gym class. Not sure the guys would appreciate me flogging it on the bench in the change room."

I dunno. Might give them an excuse to do it as well. You're likely not the only guy nervous about undressing in front of others. Best advice though is to just normalize being naked. The more you wander around without clothes, the less you care about it, and the better your dick control becomes. Come over to the house whenever you want. You can run around naked 24/7 and no one will care at all."

Thad laughed again. "I'd probably still be too nervous. I should probably start smaller."

"No pun intended, right?" I teased.

"What? Oh..." he laughed, "Yeah, I guess so, huh. Ummm...I was wondering since you seem okay being...you know...naked, would you maybe wanna hang out with me so I can get used to it. I think it'd be easier around one person than a ton of people."

"I'd be fine with it, if you think it'd help," I replied.

"Awesome. I think Blake is gonna want to go do his video thing in a few weeks, and I'd like to be in control by then. I'd feel like a pervert if I were the only one throwing a rod."

"Trust me, you won't be the only one. I'm curious, who else did he invite?"

"I think he said he'd have his regular crew, his friend Joel, and then Cameron, London, Aiden, Garren, `Marvin'. Probably others too, but that's all I know for sure."

He invited London. Now I HAVE to get a ticket to this event. Wonder if offering to captain the boat would get me access? Maybe I could become part of the crew for the shoot. I could be in charge of sunscreen. Now I know Thad won't be the only one on the island with a boner. I'm already getting one.

"Sounds like he's making an epic video. If you want to practice being naked around others, I'm happy to help anyway I can," I replied.

"Awesome," he said as he stood up. I figured he had what he needed and was ready to leave. I'd be wrong. He quickly pulled off his shirt and then unfastened his pants and removed those, leaving him in just his underwear. He turned to face me. "Are you sure you don't mind? I'm already kind of excited about the idea, so you can see what I mean about what happens when I get naked," he said looking down at himself.

He was clearly sporting an erection in his shorts. Normally I'd reach up and yank his shorts down to get a look at the goods, but I really wanted to help him gain control. It's the teenage boy curse. From 13 to 18 that appendage controls your life. The faster you take charge of it, the better you'll be.

"In a case like that, just sit back down and we'll talk about something else until it goes back down. If you learn to ignore it, eventually it'll stop popping up to look for attention."

He said back beside me and adjusted his crotch so it was more comfortable. "You should try sitting in school all day when girls are around. They smell good with their perfume and shampoo. All my friends and me have the same problem like a dozen times a day."

I laughed. "I hear you. School was the worst for boners as you couldn't get away from the visuals and smells that made you horny. You just need to attend an all-naked school," I teased.

"That would be the death of me. I'd need to get a couple more litres of blood just to power the rest of my body," he joked.

"How about we play a video game while we're hanging out? When you think you have your erection under control, casually slip your shorts off, and we'll keep talking as if you're not naked."

"Would you maybe get naked too so that I don't feel as weird; if you're okay doing that?" He asked.

"You know I'm okay with that. Let's set the game up first," I said as I got up to turn things on. Before I sat back down, I removed my clothes and sat beside him. Best way to get a boy comfortable with someone naked is to sit right up against them without your clothes. Or is that the best way to make them feel overwhelmingly uncomfortable? I'll have to look it up.

We fired up the game and I noticed he looked over at me a couple times. "See, that's what I'm talking about. You don't have clothes on and you're totally cool with it. I'm in my underwear thinking about being naked and I'm so hard it hurts," Thad commented as we picked out characters.

"Like I said, it's because I'm so used to it, I don't even notice. I promise that after you've done it a few times, you won't even care. Blake had a party recently where he had a hundred friends over, and the only requirement was that they all had to be naked. It took less than half an hour before everyone was totally fine with it. I'm talking all ages from 5 to 28."

"No way he had a party like that," he replied quickly, then looked at me. "He did? Like a hundred guys?"

"At least. Plenty of them started out in the pool as it was cold water, but before the day ended, they were on the trampoline and playing basketball."

"I should have gone to that party," he reasoned. We didn't talk for a bit as we focused on the game. As the first round ended, I let my peripheral vision watch Thad remove his underwear. He did it slowly and quietly, so I didn't say anything as we played the next round. I could see him squirming more than before, so I did glance down at him. I smiled as I saw him trying to hide his erection, but again didn't say anything.

As the next round ended, he looked over at me. "How long does it normally take before I get used to it?" He asked.

"Before you get used to what?" I replied, playing dumb.

"Being naked?" He asked looking down, which gave me permission to look as well.

"It varies. Right now, you're sitting beside me on a couch still trying to hide the fact that you're naked. If you were walking around in a setting like a party or the beach, you'd be focused on other things so it would take your attention off it. Right now, that's all you're focused on. For the record, Thad, it's not like you should hide that, hard or soft."

He chuckled. "Oh right. I forgot you said you liked it. Do you really like playing with a penis?"

"More than video games," I chuckled.

"So, I'm curious about something you said before. You said that if I were gay, you'd have already had sex with me. Why?"

I laughed. "Why? Just look in the mirror. That's why. Let's face it, I'd have sex with any cute guy if they were into it."

"But because I'm straight, you wouldn't?"

I gave an amused smirk and stared at him. "I suppose it doesn't matter if you're gay, straight, or anything in between. It only matters whether you'd want to have sex with someone. You let me feel your penis when we were in the kitchen, but you stopped before it went beyond your comfort level. That's allowed. Some straight boys wouldn't even go that far. Others would keep going until they'd experienced a good railing to activate their prostate. Depends on you, not on societies expectation of a sexuality."

"I think I understand. But isn't it kinda mean to start something with someone and then stop when you've had enough or can't go further. That's sort of disrespecting the other person," Thad reasoned. I wanted to point out to him that talking about sex wasn't going to make him more at ease about being naked, but I figured that might have him jump back into his clothes. For now, I'm happy with him naked.

"It's more about respecting yourself," I explained. "You can always explain to your partner that you've reached your comfort level at the moment. It doesn't mean you couldn't try again in the future and do more if you chose to. It also means you could have satisfied a curiosity and never revisit that scenario again. It's always about how you feel. The other person would have to accept that. Same as you'd have to accept their limits."

"I totally would," he nodded.

I smirked. "So, if you were with a girl, having a ton of fun in bed, rolling around kissing, maybe doing a little oral and you were ready to go all the way. You get so far as to put a condom on, and you're right at her pussy ready to slide in. Then she says `Stop! I'm not sure I can do it.' Do you keep going, telling her it'll be okay, or do you stop and give her space?"

He grinned. "Were you watching when I had sex with my first girlfriend?" He chuckled. "I was younger then, but I told her it would be okay, leaned in to kiss her and went in anyway. Turned out okay, but she was sort of freaked out for a bit."

"And now that you're older, what would you do?" I asked grinning.

"Same thing, only I'd go slower. No way I'd stop when I'm that horny. Probably wrong, right?"

"I think if she said no, I wanna stop, and you kept going it'd be wrong. If they say I'm not sure', it's more about nerves, so going slow is okay as long as she doesn't give a definitive no. Same with a guy. You told me to stop when we were in the kitchen and we stopped. If you'd said maybe you should stop or I'm gonna cum, I'd have kept going and assured you it'd be okay. See the difference?"

"Yeah. I get it, but I still think the other person would be upset," Thad reasoned.

"Maybe, but that's their problem to deal with, not yours. As long as you give some sort of explanation why you stopped, most reasonable people would be okay with it. Especially if you're in a relationship. I know you want to know this stuff, but it's not the best topic for helping you to get comfortable being naked. In fact it's the opposite topic. You're making me hard thinking about it," I said with a smile.

He looked down at me. "Guess this is the first time I actually get to see your boner, huh?"

"You probably saw it in the kitchen," I replied.

"I wasn't really looking, mainly because I was nervous and it was also dark. Yours looks bigger than mine. Do they keep growing as you get older?"

"Not usually. They get to full size pretty quick and then stop."

"Is this as big as I'm gonna get?"

"Nothing to complain about. You're easily 6, maybe six and a half. More than average."

"Yeah?" he asked with a bit of a grin. "Uhhh..." he stammered as he looked at me.

I smiled. "Eight and a half," I said, anticipating his next question. Not like it's the first time I've been asked.

"Wow. That's pretty big. I guess that's how come Blake has a big one too, huh?"

"I'm sure genetics play a part in it," I admitted. The whole time we'd been talking, we had also been playing our video game, but the distraction hadn't helped him lose the erection and he noticed.

"I don't think being naked is helping me get used to it," he said as he adjusted himself.

"You need a different setting, and definitely a different subject to talk about. Plus sitting against each other isn't helping."

"How come you're hard, if you are used to being naked?" He asked reasonably.

"You want the blunt answer?"

"Do I? Okay, sure. I guess that's more honest, right?"

"It's clearer," I nodded. "I'm hard because we're talking about sex. That's usually a trigger for your penis. I mean it doesn't help that you're also naked and hard. Part of my brain is already having sex with you."

"Oh. Ummm...so should I go? Maybe we could go to Wreck beach someday and see if that's any better."

"Or you could come over to the house, and spend the day with me and Blake. Leave the clothes at the door and see where the day takes you."

He chuckled and then added a bit of a giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I'm just thinking that knowing Blake, the day would probably take me into a bed somewhere."

"Only if you were tired and needed a nap," I said trying not to agree with him. I already had the bed, lube, and positions all picked out. "Trust me, you just need to normalize nudity, and you'll be fine with it. How about another blunt comment? Stand up and let me take care of that erection for you? It'll calm your hormones and I think you'll be amazed at how different you feel."

"You mean take care of it like before?" He asked for clarification.

"Except don't stop me until you actually cum. Maybe we'll add a few enhancements to make sure you'll be relaxed when you're done."

"Just don't tell anyone, okay? I'm okay fooling around sometimes, I just don't want it to be public knowledge," he replied.

"Then you may not want to have sex when Blake is in the room. He enjoys telling people who he's hooked up with, and providing plenty of details along the way."

"Yeah, I noticed," Thad said as he stood up and faced me. I pulled him between my legs and reached up to take hold of him. He gasped.

"Sorry, are my hands cold?" I asked.

"No. It's just I'm still not really used to anyone grabbing my dick. I still consent though."

I gently stroked his cock as I watched it closely. It's always fun to see balls reacting to the stimulation as they move in the sack. His cock was so hard it was almost difficult to pull it down into a horizontal position. He wasn't lying about not being used to it as I saw his toes curl as he began to tense up.

"I think I'm gonna cum soon. Maybe you should stop so I don't make a mess all over you," he reasoned.

I kept going as it wasn't a firm stop command. "It wouldn't be the first time a guy has cum all over me," I chuckled. "Trust me, it's not a problem, but it's probably better if I just catch it all so that we don't actually make a mess."

"I sometimes make a lot, so you might not be able to catch everything," he replied politely.

"I will if I do it like this," I said as I moved my face forward and took his dick into my mouth. He gasped and instantly put his hand on my shoulder. He barely had time to figure it out before he was blasting a load down my throat. I swallowed fast, and he wasn't kidding, he makes a lot. I'm not going to need protein for a week.

As soon as he was done, and I'd licked the surplus from his slit, he wiped his dick dry and sat back down beside me. "Ummm...thanks. Wasn't expecting a blowjob."

"Figured that was easier than having to get towels to clean up with. Also stops the whole room of smelling like cum. Were you okay with it?"

"Yeah. I've had a couple blowjobs before."

"That was less of a blowjob and more like a cum catching. If you ever want a real blowjob, I can show you, but for now, you're probably better off focusing on just being comfortable naked."

"Yeah, I'll work on it," he said as he grabbed his underwear and quickly began to get dressed. This is the post orgasm, `I gotta get the fuck out of here', phase.

"Thanks Justin. Would you be okay if I wanted to come over and hang out like this again sometime?"

"Anytime. I'm always in the mood for company, and I'd never turn down a nice cock to suck...or more," I smiled. He thanked me again and took off.

If Blake is right about Thad, I look forward to exploring him further. I'm already thinking about how tight his ass might be. That's my Achilles heel when I'm naked. I have to turn off the sex part of my brain, or I'm the one with the erection at an inappropriate moment. I got dressed and tidied myself up. So far, this is turning out to be a good day. My new approach of going back to normal Justin is paying off. Now it's time to see who's next.

I opened the door to my trailer to find Blake and Joel sitting in a lawn chair 3 metres away staring back at me. "What are you doing?" I asked as I exited and walked over to them.

Blake took a sip of his root beer. "What am I doing? What are you doing?"

"As always, I'm minding my own business," I replied.

"With Thad huh? Did you two hook up? They totally boned," he added, looking at Joel.

"We did not bone, Blake," I said as I put my hand on his shoulder. "If you want to know something like that, go ask Thad."

"This isn't your patient/therapist stuff. All I wanna know is how good he was. Who did what?"

"That just something you have to find out for yourself. If you do have sex with him, try to last more than 10 seconds. I've heard your specialty is the five second fuck."

Joel gave a small snicker.

"That's not true. I can go for hours," Blake said defending himself. "Have you done anyone else?"

"Guess you'll never know, but as I've told you, take an opportunity when it's presented," I said. Giving out my expert parental advice again. I looked at Joel and immediately imagined that his middle name was now Opportunity.

I headed off to makeup to get touched up for my next scene. It was a pretty short scene. I was only in it long enough for Scott to put his hand on my shoulder as we hung out together. "DON'T, Scott!" I said as I pulled away from him. He looked shocked and that was the scene. Not sure where that fits in, but I nailed it. This acting thing is mostly boring. Good thing they get paid a lot.

After my day finally wrapped, and I was free to go home, Blake came over to me.

"Hi Dad. Just to let you know, Joel and I are going out for dinner, so don't wait for us. We'll catch another car home." He took off almost as fast as he'd arrived.

For an adult, `going out to dinner' meant a nice restaurant, for Blake, that probably meant McDonald's or Wendy's, maybe KFC if they're using the big dinner budget. I wonder if Thad would like to go out to dinner and then maybe back to the house for dessert, but I didn't see him around anywhere. Disappointing.

I didn't stay overly disappointed for long as I saw Cameron a short distance away, and went over to talk to him. Yes, he was next on the list. He was one of those guys that blends into a crowd easily as he was unassuming. He also had a very generic look from a distance, but up close he was much more interesting. Only time I'd ever seen Cameron before this was on his TV show Mare of Easttown. Didn't really pay much attention to him though until the shocking finale twist. Of course, that was a couple years ago when he was barely a teenager, and he'd definitely grown a lot since then. I'd put him in the middle category of boys I find interesting.

The top tier in my world had long blond shaggy hair, piercing eyes, prominent jaw lines, tanned California surfer boy look, tight firm pecs and abs, completely smooth bodies, (except for some light leg hair). He also had to be confident and not shy about his body. All of his body. Their cocks are cut, slightly thicker than average, at least 6 inches in length. The balls had to be big enough to give your hand something to hold onto. Asses were firm, taught, and smooth, with a nice pink hole that was sweet tasting enough to lick for hours. Those were the type you'd see in Surfer Twink International magazines.

My second tier were smooth boys who weren't shy about being naked. They should still have no body hair, although short trimmed pubes would be okay in this category. I'd also accept uncut dicks as long as the boy knew how to take care of it. Asses should still be smooth and lickable, but I'd allow for a few small stubble hairs from their shaving. I'd even accept a few flat ass cheeks as long as the boy could bottom properly. They could be a little spongey in the middle as they developed their abs and pecs, and they could have any colour hair...even red. Hey...it's like pineapple on pizza. You're either strongly opposed, or for it. No happy medium.

Down at the bottom in the if there's no one else' category, were the boys with multiple tattoos on their body, (usually anyone with more than four was hitting this list.) They also could have long unkempt pubes, body hair and maybe a beer belly. If I was in one of those fuck it' moods, I'd hook up with a guy like that just to be thrown around for rough sex. Mostly I'm not into that, but occasionally you get in the live dangerously frame of mind, and go seek out trouble.

Cameron was in the middle tier. Cute enough to take to bed and have fun with, but not so hot as to make me stop everything else I was doing. Joel would be in my top tier of interests, but with Blake's caveat that I couldn't have him, Joel was mostly in a category of his own right now. Top tier adjacent. The only guy on set that would fit my perfect category is London. Before I saw him naked and took him to bed, he was an 81 on the bangable scale. Once I'd slid up inside him, he jumped up to a 90. He would have scored higher, but he was a bit whiny about it hurting. They only get a 96 score if they meet all criteria, and have spent the night in bed with me where they've received several warm loads. Let's be honest, there's only one guy that gets a 100 score. That's Colin.

"Hey Cameron," I said as I approached.

He turned and smile at me. "Oh hey...uh... Hi!" he said stammering slightly before recovering.

"Justin," I said making it easier for him.

"Right. Sorry. I still can't tell you guys apart right away. Hope that's not insulting or anything."

"I'm used to it. You still shooting today?"

"No, just finished. I gotta tell you though, I have a whole new respect for stuntmen. They let me do some of my own stunts today and every part of my body hurts. I think I feel muscles that I didn't even know I had," he said as he moved his neck around and stretched his back and arms.

"I've heard some of them can be pretty intense. What sort of stunts were you doing?"

"Football tackles mainly. They were doing some B roll stuff and I thought it'd be fun to be part of it. I may have overdone it a little," he said bending over to stretch, before standing back up.

I went behind him and put my hands on his shoulders to squeeze his neck. "You probably just need a massage to make sure the muscles don't stiffen up. Work out the knots before they really take hold," I suggested.

"Yeah, probably. That kinda hurts, but feels good too," he admitted. "Either I'm out of shape or those real football players must be super tough."

"They're conditioned for it. They train a lot to be able to take punishment like that, but they get hurt too. I've seen where they have ice baths and heat compresses, even massage therapists on staff. Just goes to show you're a real athlete now," I joked.

"Well, I'd like to feel like a real athlete, without also feeling like my body is 80," he laughed.

"We could fix that. Come back to my trailer and I'll give you a massage for a few minutes. Hit the muscles that are the worst, and when you get home, you can soak in warm water to make sure you don't seize up."

"Cool. Sounds good to me," he said as I paused my shoulder massage. He followed me to my trailer and we entered. "I'm surprised you didn't get a double trailer. This is almost exactly the same as mine."

"We're technically only guest stars. J.P. and Blake both got doubles as they're main cast. I don't mind. I'm barely ever in here."

"I'm in mine a lot, especially between scenes. You gotta take naps when you can as you never know how long a shoot is gonna take," he reasoned.

"That's probably true. I guess if you've been in the business a while you learn those tricks. I'm more interested in watching how things are done behind the scenes."

"I was like that at first. Now it's not as interesting, unless there's something specific I wanna watch," Cameron commented.

"Cool. Okay, let's look after those muscles before you seize up like a statue. Take your shirt and pants off and lie on the bed."

"Pants too?" He asked looking at me as if confused.

"Means I can get to your lower back easier, plus its more comfortable than being in your jeans. I mean you can keep them on if you want, up to you."

"I'm good," he said as he pulled off his shirt and pants before flopping face down on the bed.

He was wearing typical brand name white boxer briefs that fit snugly, and I wasn't complaining about that as they showed off a nicely shaped round ass. The rest of his body was about as average as most teens. Slight baby fat, but with the developing definition that comes with maturity. This is normally the part where I strip to my own underwear and straddle the guy I'm about to massage, but I figured that might be inappropriate since I've barely spoken to Cameron for more than a minute at a time. I was sort of kicking myself for not having massage oil in my trailer, and for a brief second debated using lube, but that would get him all sticky by the time it was over. Teenagers are sticky enough. No need to help them in that regard. Lube is great for fucking, not so good when it starts to dry.

I got on the bed and straddled his waist, being careful not to sit back on his ass. I started slowly by returning to massage his neck, asking if the pressure was okay.

"Yeah, it's fine. It kinda hurts but not so much that it's painful. If that makes sense," he replied.

"Yep. Makes sense. You want to feel the muscles and knots being worked, but not having you in so much pain you can't relax. There may be one or two knots that'll be so tight they hurt, but we'll cross that when we come to it.

We made some small talk while I worked on him. I felt bad every time Cameron tensed up as I hit a knotted muscle, but he seemed to be relaxing enough to enjoy it. I finished with his shoulders and neck, then moved down his back requiring that I shuffle down to straddle his thighs. Once again being careful to avoid sitting directly on his ass. I worked his back as effectively as I'd done his shoulders, and was still mad at myself for not having massage oil handy as it always feels better with it. A couple of times on his lower back I eased under the waistband of his underwear just a little, as I pressed hard to get to the muscles. I saw him tense up, and assumed it was from the pressure on his back, rather than my fingers under his waistband.

As I went to inch his underwear down, one of his hands came up to hold them in place. "I'm just going to ease them down a bit so I can get to your lower back easier. For a regular massage you'd only be wearing a towel as you wouldn't want massage oil to stain your clothes," I explained.

"You go naked at a massage?" He asked sounding surprised.

"For a full body massage you would, but it's not like you lie out naked. They put a towel over you and only move part of it at a time when they massage each butt cheek. Same when they do your front. They keep a towel over you, although that doesn't usually hide erections," I said giving a small chuckle.

"Wait, guys get erections during a massage? That'd be embarrassing."

"Maybe the first time, but after you know what to expect, you get used to it. Depending on the masseur or masseuse they may even take care of it for you."

He chuckled slightly. "That'd be a happy ending, right?"

"Right. Nothing makes a guy happier than that. Well, a couple other things may, but during a massage, that's a good definition of happy."

"I don't think I'd be affected like that. I mean you're massaging me and I'm not hard or anything," he reasoned.

"Probably because I'm just doing your back. Like I said, you'd normally be naked and the massage would use oil to make it feel even better. Normally you wouldn't get any sort of real reaction until you're getting the butt cheeks massaged and then the thighs. You brain sends out sort of a warning signal that hands are getting really close to private areas. It also depends on who is massaging you. I mean if you're straight and some topless 20-year-old woman is doing it, you might bone up faster than if some fully clothed 60-year-old grandma was your masseuse."

"Or if some guy was doing it," he added.

"I dunno. I think if the guy was good looking and shirtless, you might react. Especially since the massage from a guy is usually very different than that from a woman."

"Have you had massages from both?" He asked.

"I have. But then I'm extremely open minded, so I've pretty much had every type of massage you can imagine. From simple shoulder to prostate massages."

"Do you get the happy ending ones?" He asked curiously.

"Of course. I found someone that does a really good job, so I'd be super disappointed if my massage didn't end up like that."

"Wow. I'm not sure how I'd react to that."

"You never know that until it actually happens. First time I got an erection, I almost freaked out. Now I think I get the erection on my way to the massage," I laughed.

"Do the massage people stay in their clothes or do they get naked too?" He said as he tried to get as much information as he could. I know the feeling. Nothing worse than looking like a newbie when you go for a real massage."

"Again, that depends on where you go and what they offer. Almost all professional masseuses stay clothed, but you'll find a few that enjoy making more money by taking their clothes off. Best thing to remember is that the more personal you want the massage to be, the more expensive it's likely to be."

"I'll bet the happy ending one is expensive huh?" Cameron said as he turned his head to the side to talk easier.

"It usually requires additional tipping," I replied. "But for the record, guys are way better at knowing what another guy likes when it comes to that. I've had both male and female massages and for me it's a 100% better with a guy. Especially when it comes to a prostate massage."

"Isn't the prostate inside your ass? How would you massage it?" He asked innocently. Learning curve about to be expanded.

"It is. They usually do it with a finger. Those types of massages only usually happen at the end once you're nice and relaxed. You wouldn't want a finger probing around in you while you're tense. Girls don't really know much about the prostate, so never let them in there, especially with their long nails. They could wreck you. Guys know what it feels like, so they know what to do. Plus we usually have short nails too."

"I sure wouldn't be relaxed if someone did that to me. You mean they put their finger right up your butt?" He asked, shocked.

"That's usually how it starts, yes," I said as I eased the back of his shorts down to expose the top of his ass as the massage continued. This time he didn't stop me. He had a medium size ass. Fairly round and with a little hair in the crack. I could see all of him yet, but he didn't look super hairy or anything. "Once you get used to that massage, you can ask for more."

"I always just thought a massage was lying on the table face down and they rubbed your body until you were relaxed," Cameron commented. "I also read that the best compliment you can give a masseuse was to fall asleep during the massage."

"I think that refers to being relaxed. I've done that a few times. Of course, after a happy ending, every guy would fall asleep. It's just how we're wired," I joked.

"Do you think I'd like a happy ending type massage?" he asked.

I gave a small chuckle. "Only you would know that for sure, but I'm betting every guy would enjoy a happy ending. How much they enjoy it would depend on how well it was done, and how relaxed you were at the time."

"Oh. I guess I won't know until I get that type of massage huh? How much do they cost?"

"Depends on the person giving it. I'm sure the 60-year-old grandma would be cheaper than a 19-year-old supermodel. It also might depend on how big your dick is and when you shot your load last. How big are you?"

"Average I guess," he replied like most guys his age. They have no real concept of what average is. Some are 5 inches, others are 7½, but they'd both answer average.

"Then I'm sure you'd enjoy it. I recommend not jerking off for at least 24 hours beforehand if you're looking for that sort of massage. You'll find it way better."

"I probably wouldn't look for that right away. I mean this is my first real massage as it is, and I think I'm more nervous than relaxed."

"Then we should probably stop for now. Your back feels a lot looser now," I offered.

"Yeah. It feels way better now. Thanks," he replied. "Should I pull my shorts back up. Feels weird with my butt out like this."

I slapped his ass cheek playfully. "Sure, but if you go for a real massage, don't look like a newbie and leave them on. Lie on the bed with the towel over your ass. Sorry I didn't have any massage oil as that makes it a lot better. I'm talking tons better. I'll make sure to have some from now on in case you do more stunts. Next time you want a massage, I'll give you an ending so happy you won't stop smiling for a month."

He pulled his shorts up and sat up. I took the opportunity to glance at his crotch and he was right, he hadn't responded at all. Could this be one of those actual rare straight boys who don't enjoy being touched by other guys? I didn't know they were still a thing. We have to get him to a drag show right away so we can get him converted. Then once he is, we'll rush him right over to the Catholic church for his `baptism'. Once he's received the...ummm...body of Christ, we'll see if he enjoys massages after that. That how we get our numbers up. Drag show, church, then massage. It's in all the club handbooks.

"Thanks Justin. My back feels so much better. Guess I'll see you on set tomorrow," he said as he got dressed and prepared to leave. I walked him to the door and followed him out. I half expected Blake to be sitting outside waiting. He wasn't.

That night Garren came up to talk to me. "What did you say to the director today?"

"Nothing that I know of. Mostly just clarifying his direction during scenes. That's about it. Why?"

"I was promoted to the main cast today, as was London, and I got a feeling that it was somehow because of you," he said as his eyes darted all over my face as if to look for clues. There are no clues. I have a total poker face.

"Me? I don't think I have that kind of influence. They probably just spent the weekend reviewing what they've filmed and saw how charismatic you are."

"Yeah, or maybe not that," he laughed.

"What did the director say?"

"Just that there was a change in the budget that allowed them to expand the cast, and they wanted me to be part of it."

"Nice. Congrats. Do you think that producer would be pissed that he doesn't get you now?" I asked seriously.

"I doubt it. He made a point of congratulating me after I'd heard I'd been promoted, and then almost immediately went off to talk to another guy. Guess he wins some and loses some."

"Guess so. Wonder who's next on his list? Congrats on the promotion, regardless. You deserve it buddy. Wanna celebrate up in your bed? I'll bring the rope."

"Pass."

And just like that, we're back to the old Garren.

Colin put his arm around me after dinner and grinned. "So?"

"So, what?" I frowned.

"Did promoting London achieve its goal?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I chuckled. "Yeah, it achieved its goal. The boy has been devirginized. I think maybe he'd even give it up for you once he learns you were part of his promotion."

"You're just handing out blond surfer boys now?" He laughed as we moved to the couch.

"You're a blond surfer boy and I hand you out tons."

"You hand me out, huh?" he said amused.

"Sure. I let you go off and screw other guys, don't I?" I teased.

"You let me? Hmmm...what if I insist that from now on we go monogamous. Just you and me until death do us part."

"Fine. I'll go get the shovel," I smirked. "Do you want to be buried looking out at the ocean or back over the house?"

"You're going to bury me in the back yard?" He asked.

"Bury? No. The shovel is for the back of the head. It's too much work to dig an entire grave. I'm just throwing the ashes. Just wondered if you wanted to be more ocean front, or back yard, facing."

"I think we can revisit the monogamy thing another day," he said caving in fast. Like his skull, after a shovel to it. I have a dark side.

Tuesday was our last day of shooting for this episode, and thankfully, my final day on set. I admit I'd enjoyed it a lot, but I was more convinced than ever that I was no actor. I'm fine just being a face for the publicity. A sex symbol I can pull off. Acting, not so much. I was watching an intense scene being filmed on the school set, where several guys were getting into it. I think it was being set up as a miscommunication between the drugs being dealt, and who was dating someone else's girlfriend. They were each talking as if the other knew the subject. It was fun to watch, and I'm guessing the viewers will like this as well, as it injected a bit of humour. I was so focused that I missed Blake bouncing up to me, until he'd put his arm around my waist. I looked at him and smiled. He was grinning like he'd robbed a bank and gotten away clean.

I frowned at him to let him know I was curious about why he was so giddy. We had to be quiet while shooting, so I used my vast facial expressions to communicate with him. He just nodded his head to the side and I followed him out of the studio.

"What's got you so excited?" I asked.

"I get to fall off a roof. Cool huh?"

"You're living the dream, son. What exactly do you mean that you get to fall off a roof?"

"Crash pushes me off the school roof, and I actually get to do my own stunt," he beamed proudly. "One of the stuntmen has been teaching me stuff, like how to fake fight, and roll when I land from a jump. Stuff like that. Later, I get to fall off a roof into a giant air bag. That'll be sweet."

"A normal parent would ask if it was safe, but I'm just going to go with, don't piss anyone off, and do as you're instructed."

"Thanks. Should be cool. Never fallen off a roof before. We should rent one of those airbags so I can practice at home."

"I'll get right on it," I replied sarcastically.

"Cool, thanks," he said before rushing off. I should have known better.

London took an opportunity to thank me for the promotion and promised he'd do a good job to earn the position. He never mentioned the sex, but he didn't look away as if embarrassed to be around me, so that's hopeful. I'm expecting to be inside him again one day.

Cameron also found me later in the day to talk about massages again. "I looked up that stuff you told me, and there are sure some sexy type massages, huh?"

"There are," I nodded in agreement.

"I read about massages and it seems like the most common happy ending type is basically just a handjob using the massage oil. Probably they don't do blowjob endings because the dick is covered in oil, right?"

"Depends on whether that's planned ahead of time or not," I reasoned.

"Ummm, one thing I saw is some of the guys got like dildos or little butt plugs pushed into them for those prostate massage things you mentioned. They always seemed to cum from them. Is that normally what happens with a prostate?"

"Once you get used to something being inside you like that, the prostate is very sensitive, and does push a lot of stimulation buttons. I'd say after you've gotten over the initial surprise of having something inside you like that, you relax and enjoy the actual sensation, which in turn, makes you orgasm," I replied as professionally as I could. Meanwhile my dick was responding to the idea of perhaps showing him how it felt.

"Oh. Cool. Guess that's something to add to my bucket list one day," he nodded, before our conversation moved more to talk about scenes we've filmed. I added `do Cameron' to my own bucket list. At this point in my list, I'm going to need a bigger bucket, or perhaps different buckets, like a sex bucket, an adventure bucket, and a try this weird food bucket.

I'm looking forward to Blake's video shoot on Bare Island when it happens, and I'm hoping I'm more successful with some of the guys there, than I've been on set. Here's how I see the order progressing. First, I'll find an opportunity to enjoy London again. Maybe take him up to the loft in the cabin and fuck him while we look down on everyone else. I'll try to keep him quiet so we don't get caught, or I'll let him moan loudly so we do get caught. Still working that one out. Once I've had that ride, I'll get more tickets and use them on Thad, and get him to ride my cock.

The next person I'll be doing when the moment presents itself will be Cameron. I see him lying out in the sun and I offer to apply suntan lotion. Of course that'll progress to massage, and I'll suggest he try one of the happy endings. Depending on how relaxed he is, will decide whether he just gets the basic handjob release or the full prostate stimulation with as much as I can get into him. Once he's used to it, I'll massage everything all at once, using my hands, penis, and mouth. That boy will be so relaxed when I'm done with him, he'll be wobblier than Jell-O. I'll leave Aiden until last as he seems less interesting, and after Thad's report of the night he slept over, I think Aiden is more the nervous shy type. Those are always fun to work on, but when time is limited, you go for the fish in the barrel first. Thad is such a fish. Anyone have any chips to go with it?

I was proud of myself for completing the first episode of the new season. I'm officially an ac-tor, now! I was ready for my close-up, and I got it. Actually, I got several. Most were close-ups of J.P. pretending to be me, but it's not like history will ever know. When they talk of my scenes, and they will, it'll be the standard to which all other acting is compared from now on. Wait, I need to take another couple hits before I continue with my self diagnosis. I think I just need sleep...maybe some fish and chips.

End of Chapter.

The continuation of Blake's YouTube videos with his co-stars, and the friendships he builds on set, will continue in the spin-off Story `Society on the Side-Blake 4'. (Coming soon)

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