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Act Your Age Ch 21 - Vegas Car Ride

Everything was packed.  We were going on a trip, a vacation, to Las Vegas as part of my reward for finishing the academic year with good grades.  I hadn’t been in trouble for some time, my butt had healed.  He was in the shower while I sat on the closed toilet seat lid dressed and ready, tapping my fingers on my knee.

“Settle down young man or it’s going to be a very uncomfortable ride,” he said.

But I couldn’t let it go.  I wanted to get out of his town.  I wanted to be somewhere I had never been before and I wanted him to quit dragging his feet about it.

“I’ll flush the toilet,” I said.

“Don’t you dare,” he replied.

“You’re taking too long,” I said.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get in after dark, it’s the best time to see the city anyway, and then we’ll go out to eat and get back to our room for some fun.”

It all sounded too good.  Anything he was doing here he could do there, I thought.  I liked him just the way he was but I knew he still wanted to shave.  I decided to give him a jump start.  I went to the sink where he keeps a glass he uses for water to wash out his mouth.  I filled it with cold water from the tap, went to the shower door, stretched over the top and dropped the cold water down his back.  He let out a yell of discomfort and turned off the shower.

I stepped back as he opened the shower door.  I had expected him to be a little annoyed but I could tell he was mad.  He signaled with his finger for me to come closer and for a moment I thought about running.  I thought about him chasing after me and his dick bouncing as he ran.  It would have been a great thing to see but not if he caught me, not if I was the one being chased.  I gave in to his finger and moved closer.

He took hold of my ear until I whined in pain.  He turned me slightly and jerked down my pants and underwear, swatted me twice.  I thought for a moment it was over.

“I’ve had enough.  Sit down there.”  He pointed to the closed toilet lid.  “When I get out you’re going over my knee.”

“Aw, come on,” I said.

“You’ve been pushing me for some time and not just today.  I know what you want.”

It was true.  I had been.  And maybe I wanted, needed, a spanking but then I thought about the trip, our vacation, and if I didn’t fall in line we’d be even more late.  Would he blame me?  Would he call the whole thing off?

“But we should get on the road,” I said.

“That can wait.  Sit.”

I went to the toilet and sat on the lid.  I looked to him as he stepped out of the shower and picked up the towel.  He dried himself carefully, wrapped the towel around his waist and moved to the sink where he cleaned off a spot of condensation.  I watched as he carefully shaved himself.
Each second felt longer than the last, each movement felt like it was leading to my punishment.  He finished shaving, cleaned off his face, dried it, and applied aftershave.  I could barely get a proper mustache.  He looked to me and motioned with his head for me to follow.  I got to my feet and walked behind him into his bedroom where I saw our suitcases were still open on the bed.

“Did you pack any paddles?” he asked.

“No sir,” I said.

“Get me that one you hate.  We may just have to take it with us for the weekend to keep you in line.”

My stomach tightened and my toes curled.  There was one that I hated more than the rest because it was small with holes and he could wield it with precision and force.

“Aw, please,” I said.

“Lose the attitude young man,” he said.

My jaw fell to my clavicle and I turned away, shuffled to the dresser.  I heard him open a drawer and getting out clothes.  He was going to spank me, then we were going to drive to Vegas and take the paddle with us.

“Hurry it up,” he said.

I looked over the paddles in the drawer.  For just a moment I thought about picking out the wrong one and trying to be cute, maybe it was possible to get him back on my side and relent.  He pushed a drawer shut and I heard him begin to whistle.  I picked up the paddle I hated and carried it back to him.

He was half dressed in a pair of white boxers and an undershirt.  He moved to the bed and pushed one of the suitcases to the other end so he could sit.  I moved to him and bit my lip.  He sat.  I handed him the paddle.  He undid my pants and pulled them down.  We were going straight to the pain, not even a warm up.  He pulled me down to his lap, my underwear down around my ass to expose the flesh.  My cheeks parted a little, felt as if they hadn’t ever felt, more exposed, more vulnerable because though I had been there before, this time I had encouraged it.  This time I had brought this on myself.

He swatted me slowly.  At least he was giving me that.  I grunted with the first few but then it got harder to keep in the pain.  I gripped at his leg, grabbed hold of his shin.  The paddle felt as if it were digging into me each time, a little further and further until it was in my brain, behind my eyes and I began to scream and wail, snot ran from my nose and I cried.  I was powerless but I could make sure it didn’t happen again if I behaved.

He stopped and laid his hand on my butt.  He was still damp from the shower.  He pulled me to his lap and I leaned against his shoulder.  I kissed him on the cheek and nuzzled against his neck.  He smelled of aftershave and soap.  We sat there until I had regained my composure and then he set me on my feet and pulled up my underwear, then my pants, buckled them tight, tighter than I usually wear them.  I didn’t know if it was another punishment or he just didn’t know how I usually wore it.  He gave me the paddle and told me to pack it in my case.  I thought about leaving it behind, all the ways I could make it disappear, but I didn’t.  I packed it.

Fifteen minutes later we had everything in the car and I was in the passenger seat.  It felt good on my butt.  I felt a little energy still in me so I connected my MP3 player and started a science podcast but my energy waned easily and I soon fell asleep.  He woke me once when he pulled into a gas station for snacks.  He asked me if I wanted anything and I requested that he pick something out.  My ass hurt so I decided to get out and do some walking.  I looked around at the desert landscape.  The gas station looked more like a barn but if a corporation had made it, something that wasn’t supposed to be there.

I stretched my legs and looked around at the other people.  I spotted two women walking from two vans parked next to each other.  They led a group of children towards the store.  Mormons, I thought.  I wondered if they were married to the same man or just two mothers who were friends.

“Are you ready to go?” Mr. Grant asked breaking me from my reverie.

I turned to him and he held up plastic bags full of snacks for the road so I got back inside, careful not to sit just on my butt.  He handed me the bags and I looked inside to find my favorites.  It was a mild reprieve from my punishment.

“The desert reminds me of those apocalypse movies,” I said.

“It’s kind of interesting isn’t it?”

“I’ve never been on the ocean in a boat but it makes me think about how big we feel until we see ourselves, you know.  It’s kind of like seeing a picture of the earth.  It’s easy to think about being able to fly over all of this but when you’re just one person alone walking through it then it’s vast and uncompromising.”

He reached over and took my hand but he didn’t speak.  I was at a loss for words so I shifted a little, reclined the back of my seat.  He let go of my hand and rested his on my knee as he continued to drive I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.

Hours later he woke me again because we were in Las Vegas and driving down the strip.  I looked up at the lights.  It was a random assortment of themes and buildings reminiscent of photographs and movies.  I had almost forgotten about my sore butt until near the end as the lights fell behind us.  We drove through darkness, closed store fronts, and parked cars until there were more lights ahead.  We went right through the middle of Old Town Las Vegas.  I could see the neon cowboy and other older looking signs.

“That was the five cent tour,” he said.  “Want to get to our hotel?”

“Yeah,” I said enthusiastically.

He drove us out of old town and back towards The Strip, but we made a detour off to another hotel.  We pulled up front and there was a valet there.  Mr. Grant opened the trunk and we took hold of our luggage.  We weren’t the the types to wait for someone else to do it.  We dragged everything inside to the front desk.  He was focused on the task at hand but I looked around at the gambling areas.  Most of the people were at the tables gambling and very few were at the slot machines.  I was tempted to run over to one and play but stopped myself.

After Mr. Grant checked us in a bell hop came around with a cart for our bags.  It felt nice to hand them over and walk unencumbered to the elevator.  Mr. Grant and I stood close to each other.  The bell hop eyed us but didn’t say anything.  I wanted to kiss Mr. Grant right there but didn’t.  We went up to the fifteenth floor and the bellhop led us down to our room.  Mr. Grant unlocked it and we entered.  The bellhop followed, set our bags just inside our room.  I went to the window that was open.  We had an accidental view of the Strip.  It was a beautiful sight.  I heard Mr. Grant tip the man, then usher him out and close the door.

I waited for him as I heard him cross the room.  He stopped behind me and pulled me into his arms.  He kissed me on my neck.  He pulled my shirt out, then up my chest.  He tickled my chest with his fingers before he pulled off my shirt completely and dropped it to the ground.  He went back to my neck with his lips as he unbuckled my belt, undid my pants, and let them fall down to my ankles.  He pulled at the sides of my underwear and for a moment I thought he was going to rip them off until he pushed the backside down around my ass.  He moved to the other side of my neck and kissed me there as his hands went up to my nipples.  He slowly worked them until they were as hard as they could get, then he began to pull on them a little making me moan in pleasure and pain.  I wanted him.  I took hold of his arms around me and pulled him to the desk area in front of the window where I leaned down onto its empty surface.

He pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, pressed his hard cock against my ass.  I felt it there between my red cheeks.  It was a little slick but I knew it wouldn’t be enough.

“Fuck I forget where I packed the lube,” he said.

“Just use spit,” I said.

“I can’t.  It’ll hurt.”

I turned on him, sunk down to my knees.  His dick almost poked me in the eye before I maneuvered it between my lips.  I nipped at the head and felt pre-cum.  I worked some spit around in my mouth before I opened and stuck the head inside to just to work it a little, but I knew the best way to get it lubricated was drool from gagging so I got more aggressive.  I forced myself down onto him, letting his dick trigger my gag reflex until more spit formed in my mouth.  I worked him like this for a while until I could run my hand up and down the shaft easily, then I spit into my own hand and began to rub it down between my legs into my asshole.  I felt my sphincter give a little.

I got back up to my feet, turned, and pulled him into me.  He worked his dick down to my hole where he pushed inside.  There was grunting and moaning from both of us until he could work his dick easily.  Every emotion was released from me as we fucked.  I didn’t think about anything else but us in that room.  There was no past, no future.  He kissed at the back of my ear and vibrations ran through my body.  He grabbed at my chest, his fingers on my hard nipples.  I closed my eyes and turned back to him for a kiss.  Our lips touched, our tongues touched, and I had him every way I could have ever wanted.

He pushed me to the bed, where I got on my knees face down with my cheek pressed into the bed sheet.  The bed shifted as he got up behind me, took hold of me as he quickened his pace, battered away at me, his dick swollen inside of my hole.  A tickle from my prostate and I thought for a moment I would piss myself.  I writhed on the bed until I felt the need to turn over.  I wanted to see his face, look in his eyes, so I turned on his dick.  He put my ankles over his shoulders and worked himself back into a rhythm, hitting my prostate each time in the new position.  His face was a deep red.  He worked me over the edge until I ejaculated all over myself, over my head, down over my face, until it dribbled out into my pubic hair.  He had an orgasm soon after, his ejaculate flooded inside of me.  He collapsed onto me, kissed at my lips, my neck, until he had no more energy.  His warm chest against mine, my fluid between us.

We let out nervous laughter, pleased sighs, before we worked ourselves apart.  He got to his feet and pulled me up, turned me and walked me to the bathroom where he we got into the shower.  His ejaculate began to run out of me and down my leg so I wiped it up.  We cleaned ourselves and each other until it felt like we had new bodies.  It would have been too easy to stay in after that, with barely talking about it we got dressed and headed down to the hotel restaurant.

It felt like we had spent days together and our vacation was already over, that is until I saw the hardwood chair.  I remembered my spanking, my red ass.  There was no pride in asking for something soft like a pillow.  He saw me squirm and we both chuckled, our own private joke.  We giggled through the meal and all of the way back to our room.  I stripped out of my clothes, he did the same.  We hung them up in the closet and I went to the bed where I lay face down.  He lay next to me.

That night he marveled at my reddened butt and played with it for a long time, maybe my spanking was a good way to start a vacation after all.

Per Pound of Flesh (not yet published)

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.

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.

Per Pound of Flesh Ch. 13 Excerpt

“I don’t even know why I’m crying.  I hated the job.  I mean it sucked.  Michael was such a douche bag.  I bet he dreams about sucking cock.”

John smirked at the outburst then looked around again before focusing back on Dennis who dabbed at his cheeks.

“What am I going to do for a job?” he asked.  “I needed that money.”

“Hey, it’ll be fine.  I mean it’s not like you have to pay rent right?”

Dennis let out a deep sigh.  “My parents,” he said, “you don’t think he called them?  I mean I had to put their information on my application in case of emergencies.  If my parents found out.  I mean it was already bad enough when my mom figured out I hadn’t been in my room all night.  By the way I told them I was with you.”

“Just take it one step at a time,” John said.

“I’m in so much shit if they find out,” he said.  “All of my life I’ve had to hide who I was and now this and I can’t even keep a fucking job.”

Dennis looked John in the eye.  He had a look of fear John hadn’t seen before in his life.  He was exposed and vulnerable.  Some part of John wanted to cry with him but he couldn’t.  He felt like doing the opposite, to show some resilience instead.

“I haven’t seen a waiter since I sat down,” John said.  “What kind of service do they have here?  You might be able to work here,” John said.

“I hate these places,” Dennis said before he laughed then leaned close and asked with a sarcastic tone, “Do you think they are hiring?”

******

They were stopped in front of Dennis’s house like they had been when John had asked him if he was still gay after Dennis had come out to him on John’s birthday.  It was all there in John’s mind as he stared at Dennis in the seat next to him.

“Well, I wish I could take you out for a drink but my wife really wants to go to the mall and I have work later tonight.”

“It’s okay,” Dennis said.

“No really, I’m sorry,” John said.

“I know,” Dennis said.  “You’ve been really nice to me.”

“But if you need me then give me a call.”

Dennis opened the car door and began to stand.

“No really, call me,” John said.  “If your parents, you know, if they know and you can’t deal with it.”

Dennis turned and looked back to him.

“I wish I could kiss you,” he said.

“I know,” John replied.

“Well, it’s just a dumb fucking job I didn’t like anyway.”

“Maybe it’s for the better.”

“Maybe,” Dennis said.  He moved the door slightly with his hand to close it then stopped.  It was a moment.  It was an ending.  He pulled it open to steady himself the readied to close the car door.

“Hey, take care,” John added.

“Thanks I’ll see you later.”

Dennis closed the door and turned away from the car as John watched him walk back to his home.  It was a mundane sight that he had seen before but it meant so much more to him in that moment.  He shifted to drive and pulled away from the curb.