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Logan stands up and I follow his lead, Bob and his other crew members striding across the huge sun-drenched living room. We follow them down a hallway into one of the bedrooms of the house, big box lights positioned near the bed, an undoubtedly expensive camera resting on the blue sheets. The frame is solid wood, obviously not something cheap from IKEA, a huge padded headboard stretching above it with a couple plush pillows positioned in front.
The old man lifts the camera up and I assume he’s the one who’s going to be filming us, but he sets it down on a dresser instead, turning back to face us. “Go ahead and sit down next to each other on the bed,” he directs.
I watch Logan climb into it, sitting upright at the center with his legs crossed looking toward the lights, and I follow suit, our knees touching together.
Bob definitely looks like a manager standing there overseeing everything, his arms now crossed over his chest as he’s staring at us. “Brent, just treat Logan like he’s a girl you really want to fuck,” he instructs. “Kiss him passionately, put your hands on his body, feel him up the way you would some lucky girl you’re taking home.”
I nod my head. “Yeah, Ok.”
One of Bob’s assistants steps closer and the old dude looks at him. “This is Todd, Brent,” he says as he gazes back at me. “He’s going to be directing you and filming the scene. All you need to do is follow his cues and you’ll be fine. Make it hot, boys,” he encourages, lowering his arms down and walking out of the room.
Todd is obviously fit and attractive, maybe 30 years old. I assume he’d been performing for the studio until he took this job, watching him pick the big camera up. “Brent, kind of match whatever Logan is doing,” he instantly starts directing. “If he kisses you, kiss him back. If he puts his hands on you, put your hands on him too. But don’t block the shot. Pay attention to where your hands and arms are.”
I kind of wish Bob was still here, anxious about having this total stranger direct me. His warning already has me worrying that I’m going to fuck up and put my arm in the wrong place and I’m starting to feel stressed out. “Yeah, got it,” I say anyway. I’ll figure out what I need to do. I want that fucking money.
“Alright, let’s get started then,” the director announces, holding the camera up. “Just relax and have fun. We’re going to chat a little and then you guys are going to start making out. Ready?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Three, two, one.”
I know he’s recording everything now and I’m nervous as fuck, but I can do this. I’m going to channel my fake, fun-loving bartender persona like never before, flirting with that lens like it’s my best tipping customer of the night. I’m going to fuck this little gay guy and make it look hot.
“So, Logan,” Todd begins, “do you have any idea how big Brent’s dick is?”
He looks at me and I look at him and we both laugh. “I might have touched it a little before we started filming,” he offers seductively to the camera. “I’m definitely going to enjoy it.”
“And Brent,” the director prompts, “this will be the first time you’ve ever fooled around with another guy, right?”
I stare into the lens like Logan had. “Yeah, first time ever,” I say gruffly, flashing a big smirk.
“And what do you think about Logan?” he asks.
I have to fucking improvise lines too? I peer over at my scene partner like I’m appraising him, Logan’s face turning toward mine. “He’s a really pretty guy, honestly,” I answer, the words effortlessly flowing out of my mouth as his bright blue eyes gaze into mine. “I think I’m going to have fun with him.”
Logan cracks up, planting his hand on my thigh and digging his fingers in, just like we had practiced earlier, as we both look toward the camera again.
“Well, I’m definitely sensing some natural chemistry between you two, so I’m going to shut up now and let you guys go at it.”
Logan slides a little closer to me, reaching his hand around the back of my head, pulling my face into his and kissing my lips. I grab his shoulder, shifting my hand to his back, as we’re still gently kissing, his smooth skin brushing against my beard, his soft lips actually feeling good as he shoves his tongue into my mouth. We start making out, our tongues moving against each other like they had earlier, my scene partner’s hand lowering to my stomach, his fingers tracing the faint abs beneath my shirt.
I feel totally at ease kissing him with a little experience under my belt. Logan is even more forceful with both of us sitting here in front of the camera, but I like it, matching his intensity. Making out with him now, feeling him try to be more passionate, I’m absolutely certain no girl has ever kissed me like this. As much as I loved making out with the random chicks I banged all the time, I’d never met one who kissed me like this. Logan is firm and obviously hungry to taste me, almost viciously attacking my mouth, and I’m greedily counterstriking right back, reciprocating gaziantep escort everything as both of us softly moan into each other. I’m actually fucking enjoying kissing a dude. The thought disturbs me but I remind myself we’re just acting. We’re getting paid to make this seem hotter than it ever is in real life.
Logan starts to press his hand underneath my shirt as our tongues are still driving together, raising the fabric up. I copy his movement, rubbing my hand against his stomach, lifting his shirt up too and running my fingers along his smooth, cut abs. They’re definitely more defined than mine are, my fingers sinking into the depressions between the muscles.
He breaks the kiss and starts to pull his shirt off as I tear my hand away to follow his lead, gripping my fingers around the neck of the shirt the studio had provided and lifting it up over my body. We both throw the garments to the floor, my hand finding Logan’s smooth chest as he presses his face back to my lips. I’m feeling his little pecs as he’s kissing me again, holding on to my bicep as our tongues twirl together. Logan moves his hand to my forearm, gently guiding my fingers up to the back of his head. I dig into his hair and pull our mouths together, kissing him deeper until he releases and takes hold of my bulge.
I’d probably be rock hard right now even without the Viagra, desperate to be touched, desperate to feel a hand on my dick again, any hand, even his. I touch his abs a second time, admiring how fucking ripped they are, before I grip his bulge too as we’re still kissing, feeling his hard dick through the fabric of his sweatpants. I’d never touched another guy’s bulge until that moment, assuming it was going to weird me out, but I’d had my hand all over my own cock for so many years now. Feeling a solid dick actually felt like the most natural thing in the world to me, even if it wasn’t mine.
And Logan’s shaft is definitely rock hard. I hadn’t seen him take a Viagra and the little gay guy obviously didn’t need it. Knowing that I was turning him on so much turned me on. He’d never been explicit about being into me, aside from his telling glances, but now I could feel how much he was. My scene partner was genuinely enjoying this, relishing in this opportunity to be with me even if it was a job.
We’re still making out, urgently grabbing at each other’s bulges, when Todd breaks in. “That was hot as fuck, boys,” he encourages. “You’re doing a perfect job, Brent. Keep giving me exactly that for the rest of the scene.”
Logan smiles at me as he withdraws from my mouth, lust obvious in his eyes. I know he can’t wait for more after the way we’d kissed, and I honestly can’t wait for more either. Fucking Viagra! I swear I’ve never been this horny in my whole life.
“Brent, lie down on the left side of the bed,” the director instructs. “Pull your left arm behind your head so that you’re showing your bicep off.”
I climb into the position, lowering my head into one of the pillows, lifting my arm up the way he’d requested, my veiny bicep and bushy pit on display for the camera.
“Logan, get beside him down by his legs,” Todd directs. “Lift his left leg up and play with his foot a little. Brent, give me some soft moans like you’re enjoying it.” He moves the camera slightly closer as my scene partner kneels beside me. “Go for it.”
Now Bob’s insistence about the pedicure suddenly made sense. Logan lifts my heavy, hairy leg into the air, twisting it toward the camera as he wraps his hands around my bare foot. A bolt of lightning shoots through my body the second his fingers make contact, a totally natural moan escaping my mouth as my scene partner begins to gently massage my sole. Holy shit, this is definitely a new sensation. I’d never had my feet touched until this moment, but why has no one fucking done this for me before? Logan gently sucks each of my toes and that’s even more pleasant, pleasure reverberating through me as I’m letting out soft moans. He starts lapping his tongue against my sole, licking up from my heel to my toes. “God damn,” I whisper, Logan’s smiling face peering down at mine.
“Hold it there, Logan,” Todd interrupts, moving the camera to get a close-up of my face. “Keep going.”
The director captures my ecstatic expression as my scene partner’s wet tongue returns to my sole, more involuntary moans flooding out of me.
“Get his other leg up when I pull back and work both his feet,” Todd instructs, stepping over to his original position. “And then start moving up to take his shorts off. Go.”
Logan lifts my other leg up into the air, pressing my feet together and wrapping his hands around the tops. He works both of them, running his tongue sensually down my soles, sucking on all my toes and stuffing several between his lips at once.
I can’t believe how incredible he’s making me feel and all he’s doing is using his mouth on my fucking feet! “That’s so good,” I murmur, konya escort Logan smiling down at me again. My scene partner lets one of my legs down, kissing up the other and planting his hand on the inside of my thigh as he lets it hit the bed. He lowers his head down and laps his tongue against the bulge in my shorts, gently pressing his lips to the fabric before he leans in to make out with me again, his fingers starting to pull at the buttons as our tongues energetically collide.
“Yeah,” Logan whispers softly, pulling back and dragging the shorts slightly down, taking the white Calvin Klein briefs they’d made me wear with them, my rigid dick sticking out from the underwear. He envelops my big shaft with his hand, lowering his face down and eagerly plunging my cock into his mouth.
A mouth is apparently a fucking mouth. I don’t feel disgusted at all having Logan’s lips wrapped around my dick. He’s expertly bobbing up and down on it, sliding his tongue against the head, working the rest of my length with his fingers and it all feels good. It all feels really, really good. Too good. Even if I closed my eyes right now, I’d definitely know it wasn’t a chick down there sucking my cock. He’s so much better than any girl who’d ever handled it. What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I actually enjoying a guy giving me head? Fucking Viagra.
“Brent, start pulling your shorts and underwear down with your left hand and then throw it back behind your head,” Todd directs. “Run the other one through his hair a bit while he’s sucking you off.”
I’m actually fucking enjoying having Logan blow me as I slide the clothes down a few inches on my legs, raising my arm as the director had requested. When I press my fingers into my scene partner’s blond hair, I start forcing him down deeper on my cock. He lifts his hand away from my dick, greedily swallowing more and more of the length, constantly reinforcing that it’s the best head of my life as he buries my dick even deeper down his throat and I fuck his mouth with it.
Todd moves the camera down to my feet as I finally let Logan go, allowing the little gay guy to work my shaft at his own speed. He’s holding nothing back, relentlessly plunging down on it with his warm, wet mouth like a blowjob expert. The best head of my life gets better and better and better.
“Brent, you seem to really like what Logan is doing,” the director hints. “You want to return the favor for him?”
I gulp at the question as my scene partner’s mouth is still wrapped around my hard dick. “Yeah, I can try it,” I say hesitantly. $750. $750. Rent almost paid. Kissing him wasn’t scary. Having him suck my dick wasn’t scary. His cock isn’t scary. I can do this. It’s just a fucking dick and all I have to do is wrap my lips around it.
“Logan, you’re going to pull your mouth off, lie down, and start stripping your sweats down,” Todd instructs. “Brent, you’re going to jump up, pull your shorts all the way off, and give him head. Let’s do it.”.
“Fuck, dude,” I mumble to Logan as he finally pulls himself off my dick. “You just sucked my dick than any girl ever has.”
He grins up at me like he knows he’s good at it, not saying a word. Of course he’s good at it. He’s made $20,000 sucking dicks. He’s a professional. It doesn’t mean anything. I bet a straight female porn star could suck me even better.
Logan rises up, pushing his gray sweatpants down as he’s kneeling beside me, and then he throws himself down on the bed, pulling the pants and skimpy underwear down his thighs to let his rock hard little dick escape. It’s thinner and shorter than my huge cock, barely six inches long.
I’m not looking forward to sucking a dick for the first time in my life, but I’m mesmerized realizing Logan’s lower half is as hairless as his torso, shaved completely smooth. A groin without a hair in sight feels immediately familiar. I strip my shorts and briefs off, throwing them down on the floor, turning on to my side and positioning my face next to my scene partner’s cock. I grip his rigid shaft around the base like he’d gripped mine, stroking it for a few seconds and steeling my resolve. It’s just a fucking dick. I can do this. I shove my mouth down over the tip, letting Logan’s little length invade me.
“Oh yeah,” he moans above me. “Fuck yeah. Suck that dick, man.”
Even after a shower I can taste masculinity as I’m pushing my lips down on his shaft. It’s not big and all Logan’s hair has been shaved away, but it’s still a dick. It doesn’t taste anything like a pussy, but hearing Logan gutturally moaning above me, encouraging me to suck him off, I reach for my own solid length and start jerking off as I try to replicate the way he’d blown me. Fucking Viagra. No wonder other straight guys are able to do this shit.
“Deepthroat it,” Logan encourages, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and pulling me down as he’s softly moaning and groaning for the camera.
I effortlessly sink my mouth kayseri escort down to his hairless balls, barely believing I was capable, but he wasn’t that big.
“Yeah, man!” Logan grunts. “Fuck yeah!”
Hearing him sound pleased, knowing how easily I could swallow him, I lodge his little dick all the way into my mouth a few more times, eager to put on my best performance.
“That feels fucking good,” he says between moans, as I’m burying my mouth to his smooth balls again, lifting off and letting a huge stream of saliva pour out all over him.
I start working his shaft with my hand again, not imagining that he’s a girl anymore, just pretending that he’s me, thinking about how I would want a chick to touch my dick. Logan’s moans are intensifying, his hand rubbing against my back as he grunts and moans.
I want that $20,000. I want more than $20,000. I’m working my fucking ass off to prove to Bob that I’m worth it. I pull my hand back and sink my mouth all the way down on Logan’s dick again, taking the whole thing, still touching myself as I’m deepthroating him.
“Oh fuck!” he yells. “Yeah! Oh fuck!” He’s moaning more intensely than ever as I glide my lips back up and bury his length down my throat. “Yeah! Fuck, man!”
“Wow, Brent,” Todd breaks in. “You’ve really never sucked a dick before?”
I pull off of Logan and look back at the director, shaking my head. “Definitely not. Just trying to make it look good for you.”
Todd smirks at me. “Yeah, that was fantastic. Let’s get that big bubble butt in on the action, Brent. Get on all fours in the center of the bed and spread your legs wide apart. Poke your ass up into the air. Logan, you’re going to strip those clothes off as you climb up behind him, and then you’re going to eat his ass.”
I glance up at Logan and he looks fucking giddy, like he’s been dreaming about touching my butt. Lucky fucking gay guy. They’re all probably fantasizing about my massive ass when they see it. My scene partner lifts up and I maneuver to the center of the bed, planting my hands on the mattress and spreading my legs wide apart, arching my back to push the huge mounds of my butt into the air.
Logan climbs behind me, his hand eagerly touching my cheek. His smooth face presses into the crack of my furry ass, his tongue sliding along my skin, lapping right beside my hole before he starts licking directly against it. “Oh fuck!” I groan instantly. I’d never even considered doing something like this before, but having his tongue work against my hole is fucking amazing. I can’t even believe how good it feels, not having to fake the moans as Logan digs his wet tongue into my hole.
“You like that?” he asks, lifting his face away and spreading my cheeks apart with his hands.
“Fuck yeah, man!” I grunt back, totally meaning it. I’m going to need the kinkiest, dirtiest girl I can find when this is all over. How the fuck do you even ask a chick to lick your ass?
Logan rubs a finger across my hole, sliding his saliva all over my tight ring and that feels fucking good too. I look back at him, scared shitless that he’s going to try to push it inside me, but he doesn’t, lowering his head to my crack again and lapping his tongue against my skin with his finger still planted there. He lifts the digit away, diving his face back in and eating my ass out with full force, his hand wrapping around my hard dick and stroking my shaft as I moan louder and louder and louder.
“Alright, great. Let’s reset now,” Todd breaks in. “Logan, I want you ass up at the end of the bed. Brent, you’re going to be kneeling in front of him. Lick his ass like you’d lick a pussy.”
Logan positions himself at the end of the mattress, his head at the edge of the bed, throwing his legs up into the air. I kneel in front of him, seeing that his ass is shaved as smooth as the rest of him, like a girl’s, and it almost looks appealing to me. For the first time during the shoot, as I’m lowering my head down between my scene partner’s open legs, I realize they’re completely hairless too, every single strand meticulously stripped away. The guy’s skin is perfectly smooth except for the blond hair on his head and the wispy patches in his pits. I don’t need to be any more turned on right now, but noticing that definitely does the trick.
I’m holding his ass up in the air with my hands on his cheeks, staring down at his hairless pink hole. It’s not a pussy, but I sink my mouth down to it anyway, hesitantly lapping my tongue against Logan’s skin. I was expecting this to be disgusting too, but his hole is so pink, so smooth, and he’s so fresh and clean I forget that I’m licking a dude’s asshole. I attack the tight opening like a pussy, gently lapping my tongue against it, shoving the tip against his slit, Logan moaning ecstatically with everything I do.
“You like my tongue on your ass?” I whisper as seductively as I can, diving back in, sliding my tongue more aggressively against Loan’s hairless pink hole.
“Oh my god, you definitely know what you’re doing!” he murmurs back.
The more I eat Logan’s ass, the more I get into it, loving the way I’m making him moan, loving the blissful expression on his face when I glance up at him. He’s enjoying this so fucking much. I’m making him feel so good. Bob is going to beg me to do more scenes.
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