Giving A Helping Hand (excerpt Teased: Brief Erotic Stories)

I was lucky enough to work in a place that didn’t monitor employees surfing the web so to pass the time at the end of the day I was looking at some porn when my coworker knocked at my door.  I had a hard on that was leaking cum into my underwear but I never could have gotten away with jerking it so that was off limits.  I pulled up a spreadsheet and said that the person at the door could come in.

I wasn’t exactly surprised when it was my coworker Paul.  He was a nice guy who I had had lunch with once or twice, generally friendly but we didn’t really know each other.  I knew he was having a party Saturday, everyone else had been invited except me.

But it was personal invite for a small group so I wasn’t surprised he hadn’t made his way around to me.  I was happy to see he finally had.  I was disappointed when he started talking about work.  I politely nodded and added my theories, my answers.

“That’s great,” he said.  “By the way I’m having a party Saturday.”

I grinned and he laughed.

“You thought I had forgotten about you,” he said.

“I was hoping you would say something after you kept me here after five,” I said pointing to the clock on my computer.

“The party isn’t until 2:00.  It’s a cook out, grillin’ kind of thing.  There’s a game on too.  Lots of drinks.  What do you say?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Great, I’ll see you there.”  He started to back away then stepped forward again as if he had forgotten something.  “Hey, uh, listen, I have a lot of guests coming over for the day.  There’s another guy who is going to come by early to help out and, I know I shouldn’t be asking but if you have nothing better to do...”

“You want me to come over and help out,” I said.

“If you don’t mind.  I can make sure you get the good liquor and you have a ride home.  Hell, you can crash at my place.  I have extra rooms.”

“That’s quite the invite but I don’t think I’m that much of a lush, but uh, I think I can help out.  What time?”

“The earlier the better.  Before ten in the morning,” he said.

“No problem,” I said.

He sent me an e-mail with the invitation and address to his house as well as his cell phone.  I didn’t talk to Paul again though at work.  When we saw each other it was only a wink or a nod in passing but it felt good to have been invited.

That Saturday somehow I woke up early.  It wasn’t because of the party.  I’m not some kind of reject who has no friends.  In fact Friday night I had been out drinking with friends which is the primary reason I woke up, just five hours of sleep when I drink.  I was probably still drunk when I followed the directions I had gotten from the internet.  I tried to kill time before I started to drive but I wasn’t familiar with where I was going so I gave my self some extra time.  I got there at a quarter to ten.

His place was a modest sized house at then end of planned suburbia.  I pulled into the driveway and walked to his door.  I rang the doorbell three times before the door main door opened.  He stood there in front of me on the other side of the screen door in an open bathrobe and a pair of white briefs.  I couldn’t help but notice the following in this order: his crotch where his penis was visible in the white fabric, the lines of his hip bones, that he was modestly fit with a hairy body, and the name on the underwear was a common brand not designer.

“Hi there,” he said.

“Hi,” I said looking up to his face.

He had a glass of orange juice in hand that he drank from deeply before he opened the door.

“Come in,” he said.  “You look like you need a drink.”

I stepped inside and congratulated him on the house.  I wasn’t feeling hungover but maybe I looked more tired than I really felt.

“Thanks, I like it.  It’s got enough rooms for the wife and kids, plenty of space to spread out.  Follow me and I’ll show you the pool.”

I followed him through his house.  It was nicely decorated, clearly had the feel of a woman’s touch, a wife’s touch, everything was in place.

“So where are they?” I asked.

“Away for the weekend at her mother’s place.”

He slid open the glass door at the back of the house.

“So is that why you are having the party?” I asked.

He stepped out into the sunlight and I followed him to the pool’s edge where he drank again from his glass and scratched lightly at his stomach.  It was firm but had a thin layer of fat, not quite enough for love handles but enough to bulge when he sat down.  His body was nicely tanned.  He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.

“We could go for a swim this morning,” he said.  “Wake you up.”

“I didn’t bring any trunks.”

“It’s just us guys,” he said.

I smiled to him.

“I love swimming naked.”  He pointed to the fence around the pool and said that he had complete privacy.  I looked around and there wasn’t even another neighbor’s window in view so I assumed it was true.

“I didn’t think it said in your e-mail that there was a pool.”

“Maybe for yours I forgot.  But hell, I’m sure if people get enough drinks in them they’ll be swimming with trunks or not.  Let me show you what needs to be done.”

He took me to the kitchen where he showed me all the party supplies and gave me directions about what bowls to use and what to fill them with, all the catering directions for things that could be prepared before the guests arrived.  I set to task and I thought he would join me but he went off to the back of the house, I presumed to get dressed so I didn’t think much of it except when a half hour later and I had things already beginning to chill and he walked back out in a pair of swimming trunks.

“I thought I would take a swim after all.  Why don’t you come out to the pool?”

I finished up my work then went out after him.  I stepped out when he told me to retrieve two beers so I went back inside as he jumped into the pool.  I came back out and went to a chair and table where I opened my bottle of beer.  He swam for a while then came to the side near me.

“Come on in,” he said.

“I can’t.”

“No trunks?”  He reached down into the water, worked with something, his trunks, then he pulled them up from the water and held them in the air.  Water dripped down from them in large amounts before he tossed them at my feet.

“Wear mine,” he said.

Now I felt foolish because I would have to strip down to put them on when he wasn’t wearing anything at all.  I laughed but he remained serious.

“We have lots of time.  I didn’t expect you to be here so early.  Come on.”

I stood and thought to undress when I realized he might continue to watch me the whole time.  I’m not ashamed of my body.  It’s not lean and muscular, I’m more on the skinny side, but nothing weird on it.  Very little body hair which guys used to harass me about in high school but I got over it.  That was when real guys got hairy.  Now in gay chic it was about having less body hair.  And I wasn’t ashamed of my dick size either.  It was average, I told myself.

“Come on,” he said.  “What are you waiting for?”

And he swam away so taking the cue I began to undress.  I thought if I was quick enough I could be naked and in the pool before he noticed.  I was down to my boxer shorts when he looked back to me and made a derisive whistle.

“I’m just messing with you man.  I mean we’re both straight.  Hell I’ve got a wife.”

Yeah, I thought, we’re both straight.  So I skinned out of my boxers and covering my crotch with my hands I walked to the pool and jumped in.  I popped up and he began to laugh at me.

“You’re such a prude,” he said.  “Worried I might see how small it is.”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” I said splashing water at him.

He splashed back and laughed then we fell into a casual sense about the whole thing.  We swam around the pool occasionally splashing each other for some time so when he got out of the pool to get a drink I didn’t think much of it.  I thought to ask him about the party and if we should do more prep work so I swam to the edge of the pool and looked up to him as he was turned away from me drinking deeply from the beer.  I could see the whole backside of his body.  He had a nice round ass, a hairy ass.

“Whatcha looking at?” he said over his shoulder.  “See something you like?” he said before playfully slapping his own right cheek.

“Very nice ass,” I said.  “I’m sure your wife loves it.”

“It is powerful,” he said.  He looked down to where the trunks landed and bent over pointing his ass away from me to pick them up then he grabbed my clothes and said that I probably didn’t want them to get wet so he’d take them inside and get us more drinks.  I thanked him then swam away from the side of the pool and out into the water where I felt the water around my whole body, lifting me in places that felt great.

But then I noticed he wasn’t coming back immediately and I swam back to the pool side.  I thought to go in after him and see if he got distracted but then I thought about myself naked, dripping wet, trying to walk through his house.  Maybe I could call from the doorway but it might be too weird, besides I was enjoying myself so I decided to occupy my time swimming around.  There were a few pool toys nearby so I managed to pull them in exposing as little as myself as possible in the process.  I know it sounds foolish but I did it.

I was occupying my time when I was surprised to hear the door open and see Paul as well as a complete stranger stepping out of the house and that Paul was dressed in his swimming trunks.  I immediately swam to the poolside hoping the stranger hadn’t seen me and Paul hadn’t said anything.  They were talking as they walked towards me and as they began to walk around the pool I followed them.  I followed them around half the pool when Paul stopped and began to laugh hysterically.  The stranger asked why.

“I’m sorry, it’s just my friend here from work.  We were swimming before you got here.  He didn’t have any trunks so he’s naked in there but he’s really shy so I thought I’d play a little joke on him.”  He introduced us.  The man’s name was Duke.

“Well,” Paul said.  “I guess we should join him.”

“Oh no,” Duke replied, “I didn’t bring my swimsuit either.  I guess I’ll have to swim naked.”

He walked off to the head of the pool but I didn’t follow him.  Instead I looked up to Paul who was laughing at me still until he pointed back across the pool so I turned to look.  Duke stood there completely naked.  He had a muscled body, more so than Paul, and he was hairless.  His limp cock was easily five inches.

He jumped in the water and I heard another splash behind me as Paul got in as well.  I turned to see him as he popped up from the water smiling.  He pointed to the side of the pool where I saw the trunks.  I groaned and he laughed more.  We swam for some time and it was easy to become comfortable around them.  So I didn’t think much of it when I asked him why he shaved.

“I shave for the same reason Paul does.”

I looked to Paul who shrugged and said that it was true.

“But you looked like you shaved all of your body.  He’s pretty hairy still.”  I pointed my thumb back to Paul who swam behind me.

“All except one place,” Duke said.  “It’s a grooming thing.”

I said that I didn’t understand.

“You know what would be funny?  We should make him do all the prep naked.  Hell we should make him work the party naked.”

I’m sure my face turned red because I felt horribly embarrassed.  My shoulders tightened.  I held my breath.

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My New Roommate Was A Fraternity Member and I Liked It

The Anatomy Lesson

In my senior year of college I was one of the lucky few to get my own apartment, okay a two bedroom apartment I had to share with someone else, on campus selected at random via lottery, the only problem was I didn’t get any of my friends who had also been in the lottery because none of them got an apartment at all so my roommate, well he was a jock.  

At the start we were civil to each other.  I was the first to move in and with my friends’ help we managed to find a single bed, a coffee table, a desk and a couch on Craigslist and get them moved in to my place.  My first evening I sat there pleased with myself for being lucky because even the other seniors were still living in the dorms if they wanted to be on campus, many of them did.  My feet on the coffee table next to an open pizza box and four cans of a six-pack of beer as I already drank two I rubbed at my belly under my shirt.  My television on a stack of sturdy cardboard boxes I flipped the channels aimlessly.

I didn’t know my roommate then by more than name so when the key slid in the lock I looked to the door with anticipation.  The door slowly opened at first until something hit it and it flew open knocking against the wall.  I was startled.  And I was pissed but I was still willing to play it cool, after all maybe it was someone’s father.  

I heard, “okay, ready, lift” then two grunts just before the back of a muscled man slowly entered the apartment.  He was in a tank top and shorts.  His calves were tone and solid, his arms bulged.  Oh great, I thought, well too much muscle to be a basketball player, maybe a wrestler I thought. 

On the other side of the couch was a guy of equal size and stature who held the couch easily as they both turned to look at me as I sat staring at them.  They set it down and I decided now was a good time to introduce myself so I got to my feet and walked to the two of them.  They seemed young for seniors but you can never really tell.

“Hi, I’m Joe,” I said.

“Hank,” the one to my right said.

“Bill,” the other said.

Neither of them were names I recognized so I gave them a curious look until I heard, “hustle it up guys you don’t have all night” from the hallway.  We looked to the doorway where an equally sized man stepped into the apartment dressed casually in a polo shirt and khakis.  He spotted me and smiled.

“Vincent,” he said holding out his hand.

That was my roommate.  So who were the other guys?  I came to find out they were pledges from his fraternity and due to an overcrowding at the house he drew the lucky straw to move out to a place of, well, his own.

I repeated my name then looked down to the couch.  It was nice, much nicer than the one I found.  

“Moved in already?”

“All the stuff I own,” I said.

“Let’s take a look.”  He walked into the living room where he evaluated by possessions then made his way back to me where he looked me in the eyes.  

“So the couch,” he said.

I looked down to the one he had his pledges bring in and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Do you mind if we switch it out?”

“No,” I said.

“Good,” he said, “Let’s do it fellas.  Take his out and put mine in.”

They were quick to follow his orders.  And they switched the couches then carrying mine out he slapped the last one on the ass and told them to put some energy in it.  

“Good guys,” he said.  “Big dicks but no brains.”

I got flustered by his comment, red faced I looked away.

“No really, at least seven inches each.  Not that I measured them myself so I don’t know but it is recorded in the pledge book.  No, I measured two little geeky guys, well kind of like yourself.  Not that I have anything against geeks.  Hey I think they’re cool.  Lots of fun with all their video games and really smart.  

“One guy had a little pecker so I made him run around in a little Speedo all week.  You should have seen the way he tried to cover himself around the girls.  Five and one quarter inches and that’s rounding up for the guy when it was erect.  The other guy though, he was bigger than me by two inches.  You wouldn’t have thought god could make something so big then attach it to a little fellow.  It wasn’t fair him having such a schlong.  I tell you man he was wasting it until I showed him how to score with the chicks.  We had a fun time with that dick of his.”

I was short of breath.  My new roommate was a pervert, I thought, and he is just telling me this stuff... that’s when he put a hand on my shoulder and let out a big laugh.

“I’m just fucking with you man.  I didn’t really measure anyone’s dick, except my own maybe but that was in high school.  You’re pretty up tight.”

I looked to him and laughed.  He laughed again.  Then he put his arm around my shoulder and led me over to the couch where we sat.  He picked a beer and opened it before handing it to me.  Then he pointed to them and I told him to help himself.  He took a piece of pizza and a beer and relaxed next to me.  

The two pledges dropped boxes by the door and ran off for more.

“Do we get cable?”

“Yeah, I hacked some service through the internet so it is connected to the phone line.”

“Great,” he said.  “See geeks, even if they don’t have big dicks and I don’t know cause I haven’t measured you yet do have big balls.”

I drank deeply from the beer as I tried to imagine living with this guy for the next academic year.

“So seriously, you got a girlfriend or a boyfriend?”

“Um, well,” I said.

“Got it.  You don’t have a girlfriend now but you want one.  You had one in the past?”

“High school,” I said.

The pledges walked in with a whole entertainment center that they set next to the cardboard boxes.  They then set about putting my television in it then carried away the boxes.  I watched as they worked in their shorts and their tank tops because their muscles, well they were intimidating.  I’m not a very big guy.  I’m skinny in comparison.  They could bench press two of me or three of me.  

“So this chick of yours did she give it up?”

“Huh?”

“You fuck her?”

“Dude,” I said.

“I get it, don’t want to brag.  That’s cool.  I find most guys who brag didn’t really do anything at all and what they say is just a wish.  But I bet you scored even in college right?  With those hazel eyes and everything.  Chicks in college go for brains.”

“Right,” I said.

“I talk too much so anytime you want me to shut up just say so and I will.”

“Shut up,” I said.

He laughed and I laughed back.  He didn’t talk again for quite some time.  Maybe it was that that gave me too much confidence with my roommate.

The pledges walked by with a dresser and into the hallway where they stopped at my door before I could tell them the next room.  Since I got there first I had picked out the slightly larger room.  They set down the furniture then went by again.  I watched in confusion as they moved my stuff into the smaller room and placed his stuff in the room I had chosen.  I wanted to say something but as I looked around at these three men I felt intimidated.  

It wasn’t just the idea of getting into a fight I would lose but spending an academic year with him.  I hated arguing with my roommates all of the time.

Again and again they moved around us slowly filling up the place with everything that could be needed for a new apartment, even putting the shower curtains on the rod in the bathroom with a set of hangers.  All I had in the kitchen was a coffee pot, but Vincent brought everything else.

At the end of it he showed the guys to the door where he smacked them each on the ass as they exited then closed the doors and walked back the couch.

“Hey I’m gonna get settled a little, maybe rub one out,” he said.

I watched as he headed to his room then just inside the door I could hear him stripping out of his clothes.  I turned up the volume of the television.

Ends Meat: "Return Play Wasn't on the Menu" (excerpt from unpublished manuscript)

It had become a part of his life.  It was so voracious, everyone he knew was doing it.

John knocked on the door three times.  It opened.  A handsome, middle-aged man stood there in a suit and tie.  His dark hair was short and cropped to his head and he had a thick mustache.  He almost looked like Freddie Mercury.  He held up a wad of bills that he handed over to John who took a quick count.

“You know what I want,” the man said.

John nodded and took hold of the man’s tie then pushed himself inside where he closed the door and commanded that the man strip.

“Strip me,” the man said.  “But be careful it’s expensive.”

There were many ways to handle what the man said.  When he first started John would have done as the man asked yet still tried to keep some element of control.  He took hold of the cloth and pulled so that the buttons popped.

“You’re going to need to see a tailor,” he said before untucking the shirt and unfastening the bottom buttons.  The man smiled.  He undid the belt next and then he turned the man and walked him into the apartment through the main room which was well lit and nicely decorated in a minimal but expensive way, through the hallway to the bedroom at the end.

There the man turned on the lights and John pulled him close.  He stripped the man down to his socks.  He used the tie to bind the man’s wrists loosely as he had been told.  He led the man to the bed where he kneeled.  John placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and the man lowered his head.

In front of them on the wall was a large print of Marilyn Monroe as done by Andy Warhol in stark neon colors.  It was painted directly onto the wall.

“How about I make you come on it,” John said.

The man’s shoulders sunk.  John wasn’t sure if it was submission or disappointment so he slapped the man’s left ass cheek which made his shoulders rise.  It was disappointment.  He slapped again.

“Harder,” the man said.

John knew that wasn’t what the man really wanted.  The man had told him what he really wanted.  John moved to the man’s socked feet.  The socks were thin with a strap around the calf to keep them up.  He was a real business man, a professional who got paid lots of money.  John put the tips of his fingers into the man’s feet and began to tickle him.  Up and down the foot to the heel then back in the most sensitive part the man giggled and pretended to struggle in his binding.

“Spank me,” the man said.

“You’ve been a bad boy?”  It was a cliche question that every guy liked to be asked especially if they wanted to be spanked.  Something about that generation of men.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to spank me,” the man commanded.

John rose up from the foot and dealt a quick slap to the man’s ass.

“Harder,” the man said.

“You don’t want me to tickle you anymore?”

“I said, ‘harder’.  So spank me harder.”

John felt like arguing with the man but he didn’t.  There would be just as much reward in spanking the man as he demanded so he took hold of the man by the back of the neck and leaned him forward to spank at his ass freely.  The man’s ass reddened but he didn’t let out anything more than a grunt.  John didn’t count but he had guessed he landed over twenty smacks when his hand became tired.

“I’m going to use my belt,” John said reaching to unfasten it.

“No, no belts, just spank me.”

John laid into the man again whose grunts grew louder.

“My hand is getting tired.  Can I use something else?”

“My ass that tough huh?  Sissy boy,” the man said.  He pulled his hands from the tie and turned to look at John.  He was breathing hard.  John looked to his cock and though it was large it wasn’t very hard.

“You suck and fuck right?”

John nodded.

“How about spanking?”

John shook his head.

“Not tough enough?”

“Look I don’t do it.”

“A trick like you?  I thought you’d do anything for the money?”

“I’ve done it before.  Couple of times but not for anyone, not for you.”  The last part had slipped from his lips.  He shouldn’t have said it.  It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.  He hoped the man didn’t care and so when the man didn’t flinch or react to it John breathed easier.

“Alright, a fuck then.  How much?”

John told him how much more it would be.

“Okay,” the man said.

“But no spanking,” John added.

“Fine, but you have to talk dirty to me like a slut begging for it.”

John nodded and the man stood, took him by the front of his shirt and led him back through the apartment to the living room where he led John to a leather chair where he sat.  The man opened a wooden humidor, took out a cigar and lit it.  He looked to John who stood before the man still dressed and asked what he was waiting for.  John began to undress.

“Well, what about it?”

“Fuck me,” John said.  “I want your big dick.  Please I want you to fuck me.”

He was easily down to his briefs and that was when he moved to the man’s lap.  He continued to talk as he pulled the man’s hands onto his body.  He reached down to feel the man’s dick and it was barely hard but thick and firm, circumcised.  John leaned in to kiss the man but he was stopped.

“A whore’s mouth doesn’t touch these lips.”

John moved to the man’s neck but the man was quick to push him down onto his knees in front of the chair then pull him by his hair to his crotch where John took the head of the man’s cock into his mouth.  The wood was hard on his knees and as he began to suck he knew he had to get the man out to somewhere else.  The man pulled him off his now hardened dick by his hair and pulled his head back to look him in the eye.

He told John to go get him a drink from the bar, vodka with a twist of lime and ice.  John stood, touched at his knees for a second before he walked to the bar where the man pointed.

He found the ice bucket but it was empty.  An inexperienced person would have asked but he looked to the refrigerator where he spotted an ice machine.  He took the bucket over and noticed that the man had stood to stretch.

In the kitchen the man was out of sight and he didn’t see him leave the room with his clothes.  The machine took a while to start and when it spit out ice it was noisy.  John filled the bucket partially then took it back to the bar when he noticed the man was gone.  The rest of the items were there so he made the man a drink as he had asked then made himself the same.

He took a sip then walked with both of them to where he had been giving the man oral sex.  His clothes were gone.  He walked to the only hallway in the place.  The light was still on in the room at the end of the hall but there was another light in a room off to the left.  He had passed the closed door earlier but didn’t think about it much then.  He pushed the door open and stepped into the doorway.

He expected slings and the man to be standing in a leather costume.  He was ready to throw the drink in his face, kick his ass, get his clothes back and get the hell out.  The man was there but still naked.  The room looked like a guest room where the bed was already made and dressers waited empty for a visitor.

“You made yourself a drink?” the man asked.  “Good.  Now get in your knees and suck my dick.”

John walked to the man, handed him his drink, took another sip of his own then sunk to his knees where he found the carpet flooring was much easier.  The man’s cock had softened and hung limp.  Many men would have grabbed it but John moved to it with his lips where he kissed it first, a tease, then he took it in his mouth and began to suck at it.  The man grabbed him by the back of his head with his free hand and pulled him as far as John wanted to take it.

“I’ll teach you slut,” the man said.

John pulled back and heard the man finish his drink then he lowered it and told John to take it in his free hand and hand him the other one.  John did.

“I don’t want your senses dulled,” the man said.

The man pulled him from his cock then began to smack it against John’s lips and the side of his face.  John began to beg for him to stick it back in, for the pleasure of having his face fucked.  The man pulled him onto it then off again and he drank the contents of the glass and handed it back to John.  He squatted before John, his dick pointing out at him from deep between his legs.

“I really like this room,” he said.  “I have everything I need here.  Now stand up I want a piece of that ass.”

The man took hold of John’s neck and he stood.  He let the man pull him to the desk where he bent over, his own semi-hard cock pressing against the wood in an uncomfortable way he looked back over his shoulder and told the man he only played safe.  The man said he had it right here and went over to the drawer of the nightstand.  John set the glasses down and began to adjust his cock when the man was on him again pressing him hard against the wood.

“Uncomfortable?” the man asked.

“Yes,” John grunted.

“Good,” the man said.  He reached down between John’s legs and took hold of his right wrist.  He pulled the arm tight into John’s crotch.  “I used to be on the high school wrestling team.  I was pretty good.  I loved getting guys into this position and see their butt cheeks splayed open for me.  I could never see what was under those singlets but I knew what was there.”  The man stuck his finger just inside John’s asshole and pulled harder on John’s wrist making his arm press into his balls and he cried out in pain.  “Do you know what this is called?”

John had wrestled for a year in junior high but he didn’t know the maneuver.

“No,” John grunted.

“The ball breaker now give me your other arm.”

John reached out and grabbed the desk with his free hand.  He had to think of something, some way out.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the man said.  “I just want to show you the second part of this move.”

When John didn’t do as he had been told the man spanked him hard on the ass.

“That’s one,” he said.  “How many do you think I can give before my hand tires?”

“Go fuck yourself,” John said.

“No, I’d rather not,” the man said before reaching up across John’s back and taking hold of his other wrist his cock deliberately wedged against John’s asshole.  John let go and the man pulled his hand back until it was past his thigh where he took a pair of handcuffs he had taken from the nightstand and locked them around John’s wrists.  He was stuck, hindered by his own body.

Per Pound of Flesh (not yet published)

Excerpt from Book II, not yet published.

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John let out a laugh then replaced the cigarette in his mouth.  He was on a smoke break with Rabbit the only other model at the shoot who smoked.  They stood beside the white exit door in shorts and t-shirts.  Rabbit’s hands roamed over his own body in a nervous, boyish manner.  He pulled out the back of his pants momentarily then the hand moved up to his chest and scratched.

“Seriously, Carl’s dick is so big that I walked funny for days afterwards.  You don’t want any piece of that trust me.  I do not envy you.  I mean it’s a good fuck but you have to be ready to recover for a while.  You won’t shit right the next day.”  Rabbit’s right hand wondered down into his shorts and he began to scratch at his balls.  “How was sucking on it?”

“A mouthful,” he said.

Rabbit laughed.  “And I’ve had my mouth on it so I know.  But that’s what’s great.  A lot of people out there talk and talk about wanting to be in porn but they don’t know what it’s like.

“They will never get in their lives the opportunities we get.  We can have it all.  I mean think about it.  I mean you’re married and if you wouldn’t be doing this you would be stuck with the same person the rest of your life.  You would have no other experiences of life.”

“Conservatives are missing out.”

John found it odd to stand out back of a studio watching a man scratch his own balls, balls he had sucked on, balls that he had gripped and touched, felt against his own balls as he fucked Rabbit and yet it was odd as if the clothing, the lot somehow changed things.

“Damn straight they are but they buy it you know.  The midwest has like the biggest porn addiction, anywhere its boring and they have all these conservative rules people are at home whacking off to the to the shit we do.  We do it for them.  It sells.  And the most conservative people buy it, or they rent it, or they steal it I don’t care.”

“Amen,” John said before taking one last puff before he flicked the butt of into the parking lot.  “Do you want to head back in?”

“Yeah we should go.”

Rabbit threw away his own cigarette butt then followed John into the studio.  He stopped at a table next to the door and called for John to come back.  John turned and saying, “oh right” stepped before Rabbit who sprayed him once from a bottle of breath freshener.

“You know how they hate the smell of smoke.”

“Sissies, we smell like lube and sex anyway.”

“I know right.  Besides I always liked the smell of cigarettes.”

“Me too,” John said.

“Not like their dicks can tell the difference.”

Rabbit set the bottle down and picked up a condom from the bowl on the table.

“This shit is seriously something I don’t miss when I am out on my own.”

They began to walk.

“You fuck without condoms?”

Rabbit waved the packet lightly.

“Sometimes, if I want to, if I trust the guy.  And you should never trust the guy.  But you know I’m negative and if he’s negative.”

“I’d never let someone stick it in me without a condom.”

“And lot’s of lube,” Rabbit said.

They looked to each other and laughed.

“Power-bottoms baby, power-bottoms,” Rabbit held up his hand for a high five which John gave easily.  “Even straight ones.”

They spotted one of their co-stars, Hubert, already on set splayed out on the bed with his limp cock over his left thigh as one of the photographers took pictures.  Rabbit pointed.

“It looks like a giant slug that escaped its shell.”

John laughed as they stepped through the archway of the set.  There behind the fake wall watching Hubert the photographer, with his arms crossed and dressed in a white bathrobe was Carl.

Rabbit began to remove his clothes.  John looked to Carl his partner for the shoot and smiled.  Carl didn’t smile back at first and for a moment with his square muscles, his stern face, John was intimidated.  Then Carl smiled and laughed so John laughed back before he wandered if Carl was laughing at him.

They had already done the promotional shots, the interviews, and the oral.  It was the biggest dick John had ever dealt with so far in his career.  Carl was one of the guys that was all business even though he had been in the business for over a year.  They had shaken hands and said hello and when it came time to shoot they kissed and John sunk to his knees to pull his cock from his pants.  He had slobbered over the thing as he used his best dirty talk and Carl talked back.  Carl was also supposed to be straight.  He was known for his intimidating screen presence, a dominant, power-top who ordered everything he wanted and the other performer tried to follow along.

At the signal of the photographer Rabbit walked to the bed and joined his partner for the shoot.  He was at ease as he leaned onto Hubert.

“Come on Johnny boy strip down so we can get these beautiful dicks up our ass then get out of here.  I have a craving for pancakes with links of sausage.”

“You won’t want any sausage after I’m done with you,” Carl said.

John looked to Carl who was staring at Rabbit.  He pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and inhaled deeply.

“John get on the bed there on the other side of Hubert.”

John did as he was instructed.  He let his head also rest on Hubert’s chest and without any coaching he reached down to take hold of Hubert’s cock.  He pulled at it slowly.  Rabbit licked at the man’s nipple before reaching for the back of John’s head and pulling him across the man’s chest for a kiss.  John was familiar with Rabbit’s kiss and to make it look good he feigned passion.

Minutes later he was bent over the bed as Carl inserted his cock between his butt cheeks and into his hole.  It was as filling as he had been told and also like he had been told he feared not being able to walk straight.  As uncomfortable as it was it was also pleasurable and he looked across to Rabbit who made it look easy, maybe too easy.  Some customers didn’t like that.

Rabbit saw him staring over and he reached a hand back across the bed which John took in his own matching hand.  Carl was moving easily now so he started to throw it back and buck.  Carl’s hands ran up his back to his shoulders, he leaned close and John felt warm breath on his ear.  It smelled of garlic and pepperoni, no doubt he had taken a slice of pizza from the refreshment table.  John closed his eyes and let out a moan as the cock buried deep in him struck his prostate forcing a shiver of pleasure through his body.

“You’re straight right?” Carl whispered into his ear.

The question almost brought John out of his revery but he didn’t want to think about it.  Carl slipped his left hand around John’s face and he stuck two fingers in John’s mouth.

“I’ll make you take it in both ends bitch,” Carl said loud enough for the camera.  “You’ll beg me for it.  Come on beg me for it.”

John was usually easy for dirty talk like what Carl said but the comment before about being straight had really hurt him.  He wanted to say something but there were fingers in his mouth so he continued to suckle on them so only a moan escaped from his chest.  Then another as Carl began to pound him.  This was the ride he had signed on for he just wished the guy wasn’t such an asshole.

“Maybe I should take my fingers out of your mouth so you can say my name,” Carl said.  He pulled his fingers out and stood straight up so that his cock was the only fleshy link between their bodies.  His hands fell to his hips and he stopped thrusting.  “Fuck yourself on my dick.”

John began to throw back more, again and again each time let out gasps of air and moans.  Carl began to slap at each cheek of his ass, intermittently rending them in his fingers.

“You love my dick don’t you?”

“I love it,” John said.

“Fuck yourself on my dick boy,” Carl said.

John tried to keep the pace up but he ran out of breath and had to stop.  He leaned onto the bed to rest.

“Too much,” Carl said.  He slid his cock from John then laid it atop John’s backside.  “Looks like a hotdog between buns.  You don’t get anymore of my meat unless you say my name.”

John caught his breath.  It was all for the video, he thought, you have to perform.  So he said Carl’s name.

“Say you want it.  And that you love it.  Come on boy.”

John looked to Rabbit who had his eyes closed and was completely oblivious to John except for their grip and the warmth of his palm.

“I want your cock.  I love your cock.”

“Now roll over on your back so I can look in your face when I make you cream all over your belly.”

Carl smacked him on the ass hard and John let go of Rabbit’s hand.  He began to turn over on his own but Carl was quick to take hold of him and push him onto his back.  He reached down and grabbed John’s ankles pulled them up over his face and he felt Carl’s cock lay for a moment across his own semi-hard cock so the photographer could record it.  Then without saying anything Carl stuck it in deep and hard.  He separated John’s feet and looked down into his eyes.

“Touch my chest like you want to,” Carl said.

John reached up and touched Carl’s hard muscled chest.

“Now get your little dick working so I can show them how much you like my cock.”

John reached down with one hand while still maintaining his other at Carl’s chest and began to stroke at his own cock.  As he knew, as his cock became harder his asshole began to tighten so that when he would work himself into a climax it would be a confusion of pleasure and pain he had done only once before.  Carl reached down to place his fingers at John’s mouth.  He held his lips closed.

“Don’t be that way.  You love it in both ends.”

He looked to the director who was enjoying the show and encouraging him so he let the fingers inside.

“I want you to come all over yourself,” Carl said.

The director nodded.

John pulled at his own dick, worked in a familiar way that always made him come.  He felt it.  He was on the edge.  He closed his eyes but Carl took the fingers out and playfully slapped him on the cheek telling him to look him in the eye.  John did.  He looked Carl in the eye and he felt himself begin to ejaculate.  He felt come hit his face, his chin and down his body.  He felt his dick head which was slick and he began to rub at it eagerly to capture the last feelings of pleasure.

“Do you still love my cock?”

Carl stuck it in deep and left it there.  He took John’s wrists and pushed them above his head.  He leaned in close again and John thought for sure he was going to ask that question again but instead he kissed him and as they kissed he began to thrust again.

He pulled back and slipped his dick out, one last time, he pulled the condom off so John knew what was next as he laid his dick atop John’s and shot load after load of come onto John’s chest.

“I love my cock,” Carl said.

Excerpt from Book II, not yet published.

To find out how John got into this position of being a gay 4 pay actor read Per Pound of Flesh now available through Amazon.com for $2.99.

Book Giveaway July 4, 2013