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Becoming a Star

By: perihelion



I turned the corner and saw the motel. There it was, as he'd said it would be, and my life was about to change irrevocably. I could never go back after I entered room sixteen. I paused and stood on the curb, swallowing hard, my emotions a crazed mixture of fear, anger, strange excitement, and I was fighting tears. Finally I steeled myself to move forward. I'd expected it to be seedy, to have drug addicts and prostitutes hanging around it. Instead it was nice, painted a bright pink with white trim, a long row of rooms in an L-shape around a beautiful pool, a typical modest beach motel. There were children playing in the pool, their parents lazing in lounge chairs, enjoying the sun and laughing as they all relaxed enjoying what was probably a much needed vacation. I could see and hear the waves of the beach through a fenced gate at the end of the motel and I longed to be out there with my surfboard, the board I'd sold two months ago.

But I couldn't. I was starving, I'd been evicted from the efficiency I'd been renting, and I'd been fired from my job because I couldn't make the required quota of telephone sales daily. Everything I owned other than the clothes on my back was stashed in a locker at the bus station. This was my last hope, an 'opportunity' offered by a slick guy who had seen my desperation when I applied for a job in a bar. The bartender there couldn't offer me a job but Mr. Slick had offered to make me a star, a porn star. All I'd have to do is masturbate on camera. I'd nearly smashed my fist in his mouth and he knew it but he'd still offered me a chance, told me to be at room sixteen at two thirty on Thursday if I decided I'd like to make fifteen hundred dollars, maybe a lot more if I turned out to be good.

I wasn't sure about what constituted good for porn but somehow I guessed it had something to do with how I looked naked. I hadn't even shown this guy my dick. In fact, he'd made his offer based on what he did see, a blond surfer dude in a red tee shirt and blue jeans, wearing running shoes and carrying the tennis racket I was trying to sell. It was the last thing of any real value I owned. He'd just smiled at me and said 'maybe I'll see you later kid'. I'd watched him walk away, balding, a little overweight, wearing an expensive dark blue suit. I wanted to cry right there in the bar. So it had come to this.

I was the bright star of my high school, the quarterback of the football team, a first rate pitcher on the baseball team, local tennis ace, star of all the school musicals and plays, the golden boy. Everyone at home had been certain I'd make it in Hollywood. I'd come to this town to become a star and I was too proud to go home with my tail between my legs, not without taking every possible opportunity I could get.

In the bar I'd had no luck with getting a job but after Mr. Slick left, the bartender had offered to buy the racket. I walked with him into his back office to collect the money and he'd offered me twenty dollars for the racket, fifty if I'd let him suck my dick. I sold him the racket but now, standing on the curb, I wished I'd let him suck my dick. The extra money might have held me over long enough to avoid this humiliation.

So I walked to room sixteen and knocked on the door. The door opened and a man peered at me through the narrow opening allowed by the chain lock. It was a different guy, he seemed younger and he had all of his hair, a wavy long dark brown mass that made him look a little wild, like maybe he was a hippie from the sixties that had never adjusted to the passage of time.

"Can I help you?"

"I was told to be here at two thirty today."

"Really? Who told you that?"

"A balding guy wearing a navy blue suit three days ago at Sal's Bar."

"What's he look like, Frank?"

It was the voice of the man I'd met in the bar, muffled and suspicious.

"Oh, he's a real stud, Homer, blond, six feet, and tan with muscles everywhere, looks like he's eighteen with blue eyes that say fuck me."

"That's him, let him in."

The door closed and I heard the chain slide, then the door opened and I saw the bed and the cameras on tripods.

"Well, come on in," Frank hissed. "We don't need unnecessary attention."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room, quickly closing the door and replacing the chain lock.

Homer was wearing a white polo shirt and the ugliest pair of plaid shorts I'd ever seen in my life. He was barefoot and adjusting a camera and instantly I knew these two guys were not novices. There were two cameras on tripods and four big lights on stands, along with several light reflection and diffuser panels. Other cameras and photographic equipment were on the floor. I'd auditioned for enough parts to know these two had some expensive equipment and had it set up to make a first rate porn flick.

Frank was wearing a loud blue flowered Hawaiian shirt and a loose pair of skimpy nylon shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Homer was a bit chunky but Frank looked to be in good shape, fairly attractive if you could get beyond the hair that looked like he'd put his finger in a light socket. Homer seemed to know what he was doing but it was soon clear that Frank was the expert and he was the director here, not Homer. Still Homer was the more aggressive of the two and acted like he was the one in charge. I wondered why Frank let him act like such a horse's ass when Homer clearly wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. Frank was running this show and probably anything else that involved the two of them.

"So you ready for this, uh, uh, what's your name, kid?" Homer asked.

I started to speak and Frank interrupted me quickly.

"We pay cash, kid, and we're not really Frank and Homer. Just pick a name, we prefer it that way. It can save you a lot of grief later if the cops get involved. You don't know us, we don't know you."

I nearly shit in my pants. What the hell were they going to be doing in here, making a snuff film? I turned to leave and Frank grabbed my arm. He grinned.

"Come on, kid. Don't be scared. We've made hundreds of these porn flicks and never got busted yet but you can never tell when some granny by the pool is going to get nosey and call the cops. You're safe with us, trust me."

I looked into his eyes and he seemed honest, sincere. I mean, as honest and sincere as two guys making fuck films in a beachside motel could possibly be. I chuckled at how ridiculous this whole thing was beginning to appear.

"See, it's not so bad now, is it? So what was that name again? You look like a Brad."

"Aren't you the clever one?" I laughed. "Brad it is."

We all laughed. My name is David but the guy had given me some good advice. If my ass was going to be filmed for the world to see, Brad was a better name. If somehow the porno showed up in Hazlehurst then maybe the name Brad would shield me. Shit. I was kidding myself. Everyone there had known me since birth and I'd made the local sports page dozens of times; I'd been on half the pages of my senior yearbook. The only saving grace I could think of was that there were no porn theaters in Hazlehurst, hell, you couldn't by a fucking Penthouse in that town. The local churches ran the place like it was the sanctified modern Garden of Eden and they were going to slaughter any snakes that showed up.

"Okay, Brad, we gotta get you ready. Here."

Homer handed me two enema bottles.

"Go in the bathroom and use both those enema bottles and then take a shower. There's a gym suit for you to put on when you're ready to come out."

I took the enema bottles and just looked at them, horrified.

Homer grinned.

"You don't drink those, kid. You squirt one up your ass; wait ten minutes, and shit. Then squirt the second one up your ass and shit again. When you do it twice your ass is as clean as your mouth. Then take a shower to get clean."

"All this just to jack off in front of a camera? What are you going to do, put the camera up my ass?"

They both snickered.

"No, sugar butt, Jamie's gonna be here in about an hour and you two are going to fuck."

"WHAT? Nobody said anything about me doing this with another guy! I thought it was just going to be me jacking off!"

"Yeah, well, you'll be playing with your dick for sure but then you and Jamie are going to have a little fun. Guys like to see ass rimming in these movies; it's one of the big sellers. Jamie's not gonna eat your ass out if it smells like shit. I mean, are you gonna lick Jamie's ass if it's got shit stuck to it?"

"I'm not licking anyone's ass no matter how clean it is, fuck wad!"

I felt sick and nearly fainted. Frank took my arm and sat me on the bed.

"This is your first time doing anything like this, isn't it?"

I just nodded my head, dumb with shock.

"Look, kid, there's a first time for all of us. You look like a nice guy. Me and Homer here, we just make gay fuck flicks and we're really not bad people. No drugs, no violence, no funny stuff. We're just a couple of queers from the hippie generation. We're not your average Sunday school teacher types but we're not a pair of psychos either; just two guys that make porno movies."

It was all too much for me. I'd never done anything sexual with another guy in my whole life. It had taken every ounce of my courage to come here to masturbate in front of a camera; the idea of another man in the bed was revolting. I imagined this Jamie as looking like Frank or Homer, or worse and it was more than I could handle. Me fucking him, me touching him, was out of the question and there was no way in hell he was going to lay a finger me. I decided to leave and stood up. Maybe I could hold off another day or so, possibly I could get a job at a fast food place. I'd worked at Wendy's back in Hazlehurst. Although I'd been turned down at every place I'd applied so far that didn't mean something wouldn't eventually open up. There's a big turnover in those fast food places.

Homer stood in front of the door, blocking me.

"Look, kid, I didn't tell you about Jamie because I didn't know at the time. I ran into him yesterday and he asked me if he could make a movie with us. He needs the money and he's done a few for us before. He's a pro at it."

"Really?" I snarled. "I'll bet this Jamie is getting a hell of a lot more money than I'm getting."

"Yeah, well, he's got experience."

I snorted. "How much goddamn experience have you got to have to lick somebody's asshole?"

"Come on, kid. You're the best looking thing I've seen in a couple of years, a genuine frat boy type, a Ken."

"What the fuck is a Ken?"

Frank laughed.

"You know, like Barbie and Ken. You ain't never heard of Barbie and Ken?"

I burst out laughing. This was getting more bizarre by the minute.

"Please kid, I know you need the money and this really ain't such bad work. Porn stars sometimes even break into the big time, television, even movies."

Now that was really funny.

"Oh, yeah? Tell me one person who's made a real good movie or is on television that started out licking ass."

Frank grinned at me.

"Joan Crawford, Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Montgomery Clift, Sal Mineo, lots of 'em."

"Sounds like horseshit to me. I've never heard of a goddamn one of those people and I'll bet not a fucking one of them ever put their tongue in somebody's asshole."

"You've never heard of MARILYN MONROE? Kid, where the fuck are you from, Bumfuck, Egypt?"

"Okay, I've heard of her. Never seen any of her movies, don't know shit about her but I've heard the name. The rest of them, no; I don't know 'em from Adam. How long ago was that, a hundred years ago? What'd they do, make silent movies, black and white shit nobody watches anymore?"

"Look, kid, since I didn't tell you about Jamie I'll give you a little more money. What about a hundred more?"

"Nothing doing, Homer, I'm not licking this Jamie's asshole no matter how clean you say it's going to be for no fucking hundred dollars. Make it another fifteen hundred and I'll consider it if he's not some disgusting pervert. And I'll want more if he's making more than me. I'm not getting one cent less than he is if I've gotta kiss his ass."

Frank and Homer looked at each other. They seemed to be communicating with their eyes and I could tell Frank wanted it to happen. Finally Homer spoke.

"Okay, kid, you've got it. But for three thousand dollars you're going to eat his ass out, fuck him, suck his dick, and eat his cum. He's going to do the same to you. You got that?"

Even as repulsed as I was by the idea, three thousand dollars could see me through several months. And I felt like I had the upper hand for the first time in what seemed like forever. I could see it in both their eyes, particularly Frank's; these two horny bastards were just dying to see me bust a nut.

"Okay, you've got it. But you're going to count out both Jamie's and my cash and put it on that dresser there up front and this Jamie's not going to get a goddamn cent more than I'm getting or the deal is off."

Frank grinned at Homer who looked aggravated.

"Okay, you little shit, thirty five hundred it is but you better shoot a decent load of cum out of that dick of yours or you can forget the extra five hundred. I'm not paying for a couple of little drops from you. Jamie shoots so much cum you could fucking drown in it."

I was right. This Jamie was getting thirty FIVE hundred dollars. Fuck these two faggots. I shrugged my shoulders and laughed.

"Okay, I'll do it but what about Jamie? Is he going to do the enemas here, too?"

"Sure."

"He'd better. I'm not touching his ass if he doesn't."

I grabbed the two bottles off the bed and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. I stripped naked and read the enema bottle instructions. Great, I needed to lie on my side and stick it in. That meant I was going to have to lie on the goddamn floor of the bathroom to do it because I sure as hell was not going to do it in front of the two over the hill hippies out there. Frank looked like he was ready to jump my bones any second now. I might have to do this Jamie person but I was not interested in being pawed by that depraved lecher.

That brought another sickening thought to mind. What was this Jamie going to look like? They said he'd made several movies for them. Maybe he was old, too. I'd only seen a couple of porno flicks in my life and I didn't really like either one of them. In one the lighting was too dark, the camera shook, and the girl was ugly as hell. You could barely make out the guy's face. The most you saw of him was his ass as he stuck his cock in her pussy. In the other one, it was just a guy jacking off and it didn't interest me. I quit watching before the guy even blew his load.

I pushed the tip of the bottle into my asshole. It didn't exactly hurt but it wasn't fun either. As instructed, I laid on the floor holding it in for ten minutes. I timed it with my cheap watch, the one with the plastic band I'd bought after I sold the good watch my grandmother had given me for Christmas. By the time ten minutes were up my insides were churning and it was all I could do to make it to the toilet. I only had to unclench my asshole and the shit poured out, splashing my ass. I shit until I thought I'd die, like it was the worst case of diarrhea I'd ever had.

Then I had to do it again. I got down on the floor again and inserted the tip. It was much easier the second time and when I shit the second time it was mostly clear water, just a couple of flecks of shit. That didn't do a lot for my psyche, thinking about Jamie's asshole. Maybe we both needed to do it a third time. I shrugged and stepped into the shower. Even if I really wasn't spotless inside I sure as hell felt empty. I showered and washed myself as clean as possible, paying special attention to my dick and ass.

I stepped out of the shower and saw the gym uniform hanging on the back of the door. Man, what a useless piece of shit that outfit was. The shirt was some cheap mesh tee shirt, the bottom half cut off with ragged threads hanging. The white shorts barely covered my ass and I had to adjust my package carefully to keep my nuts and dick from hanging out the front. I looked in the mirror and shuddered. I looked like one of those male hookers I'd seen on the streets here in the city of dreams. I swallowed hard and opened the bathroom door.

"Holy bat mobile, kid, you look like Adonis. I want to drop to my knees and suck your dick right now," Frank teased.

"Who the fuck is Adonis? Another guy that's gonna show up to be in this thing?"

"Kid, where did you go to school? Better yet, did you ever even go to school?"

I nearly croaked trying to keep from laughing at the expressions on Homer and Frank's faces. Of course I knew who Adonis was, just like I'd known who all the movie stars were, and Barbie and Ken, but I just wanted to yank their chain. I also knew the stars they had named had probably never done any porn. I just wanted those two morons to think I was stupid because it gave me an advantage over them.

"So when does this Jamie show up? What now?"

"He's due to show up any minute now. Why don't we get started with you? Go over and get on the bed. Sit with your back against the headboard and your legs crossed."

I did as he instructed.

"Now I'm going to ask you some questions and give you some instructions. I can edit the instructions out later so all that's in the movie is your acting."

"This is acting, huh? Licking ass and shooting big loads of cum. Goddamn, do you think I'm gonna win an Oscar this year?"

I snorted but Frank and Homer seemed totally oblivious to my sarcasm.

"Who knows, kid? Some guys have been known to win Best Actor with their first porn movie."

I was dumbfounded.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me! They actually give awards for porn movies?"

They both laughed.

"Sure, Brad, what do you think we are? We're a professional industry and we give out awards for our movies just like the Oscars. They're called the GayVN awards and they've been giving them out for years now."

It just got more and more bizarre by the minute. There was a knock on the door.

"That must be Jamie. Be careful, Frank. There are a lot of people at the pool now."

Frank opened the door cautiously.

"Jamie, come on in!"

He undid the chain lock and in walked a handsome guy, maybe thirty, about six feet tall, wearing jeans and a work shirt with brown hair and blue eyes. The blue of his eyes was mesmerizing, a deep rich blue that was almost purple, and a color I recognized as being like my sister's contacts. He smiled at me and winked. Unless I missed my guess this guy was no more a queer than I was. He looked like an outdoor type and was definitely an athlete from the way he walked and carried himself.

"So you're the guy Frank and Homer have been raving about. You're even more handsome than they described. This is going to be a fun afternoon," Jamie grinned.

His voice was deep, like Sean Connery, a deep booming voice that reverberated around the entire room. It made him seem more masculine and sexy. That was fast, I thought, only here for thirty minutes and already I'd decided another man was sexy. What next, turn queer in one afternoon? Oh, yeah. We were going to fuck so anything was possible. It disgusted me.

Frank handed Jamie two enema bottles.

"Cash first, guys. You know how this works. You don't see my cock until I see the cash."

Homer got a little huffy but he pulled an attaché case from beneath the bed. He was careful to angle it so none of the rest of us could see him open it. He closed it and had a wad of bills in his hand. Jamie and I watched as he counted out thirty five hundred for each of us in hundred dollar bills.

"Wow. I thought you told me the new guy had never done porn before!"

"I haven't," I replied directly to Jamie.


Becoming a Star



He whistled. "Wow. Fucking A, dude. You must have a whopper of a cock because I didn't get thirty-five hundred until my fourth movie. You go, man."

Frank and Homer looked a little nervous, as if they'd violated some sacred rule by giving me star salary the first time.

"Okay, Jamie, go clean your ass out and take a shower. We're going to do some initial frames of Brad showing what he's got and then he's going to pretend to be asleep when you come out of the bathroom. You're to walk across the room naked and then eat his ass out."

"You're the director."

He grinned at me and went into the bathroom. Over the next half hour or so we heard him shitting and showering. I positioned myself on the bed again. The camera lights came on as Frank and Homer began to film.

"I understand you've just got back from Afghanistan, Brad. What's it like being a Navy SEAL in Afghanistan."

I burst into hysterical laughter and collapsed onto the bed. This was so fucking ridiculous.

Homer grinned and gave me time to calm down.

"Look, kid, when gays watch this stuff they like to think they're watching macho military guys who're so desperate for money they're reduced to making gay movies. It makes 'em think they've got a chance if some guy is desperate enough. You know, sorta like you."

I was still laughing.

"Just tell me this," I squeaked out, "have you ever actually filmed a military guy doing this stuff?"

"I'm pretty sure we have, haven't we, Homer? It's just that we do so many movies I forget all the stars."

I fell over onto the bed again, shaking with out of control laughter. Finally I was able to pull myself together.

"Come on guys! I'm nineteen but I could pass for sixteen. I'm in good shape but even an idiot could tell I'm no more a Navy SEAL than Pee Wee Herman is."

"Hey, it doesn't matter. Guys who are watching this are playing with their dick and they don't really give a shit if you really fit the bill or not. They just want the fantasy that they're jacking off to a real straight guy."

I finally got control of myself and sat up again. We began again.

"I understand you've just got back from Afghanistan, Brad. What's it like being a Navy SEAL in Afghanistan?"

I acted interested in the question.

"It's hell, dude. There's not a decent river or ocean anywhere. Can you imagine what it's like for a SEAL to be stranded on dry land?"

Frank giggled but the filming continued.

"What do you do for sex over there?"

"Well, there're no decent women over there. We can't fuck the native girls or the rag heads will go ape shit and we most definitely can't fuck any of those dykes in the military. So a bunch of us guys just circle jerk and occasionally suck each other's dicks. It's that or go crazy. You can't imagine what torture a SEAL in Afghanistan goes through not being able to get pussy regular. SEAL's are pussy kings and then all we can do is suck a dick! Hell, sometimes we'll even do a little ass fucking."

Obviously, my acting performance was stellar because Frank's eyes were burning with lust and I could his erection in his pants. It was clear that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"It sounds like a lot of hot sex going on over there, Brad. I'll bet a lot of guys reenlist just for the sexual perks."

"Oh yeah, Homer, that's the life of a Navy SEAL. A lot of man on man sex and occasionally we have to kill an Al Queda operative."

"Sounds like you guys lead an exciting life. Maybe I should have been a SEAL."

"Oh, I'm sure you would have been a great one, you and Frank both. You both look like the type."

I laughed when I saw Homer preen like a peacock and it was all I could do not to collapse in hysterical giggles. These two leftovers from the hippie generation actually thought they could have been SEALS. I was beginning to really wonder about them. Neither of them seemed to be older than late forties, early fifties. These two squirrels had not even been a part of the hippie generation either, unless they were counting the time they were toddlers.

"All this talk of sex makes us horny, Brad. Why don't you let us see a little bit more of you? Why don't you take off your tee shirt?"

I grinned and stretched.

"Take it off slowly so we can see your armpits."

I gave my best impression of a body builder as I removed the mesh half shirt. As I threw it aside I licked my armpit. That had driven Leeann Dorsey into a frenzy when I caught her peeping at me in the boy's locker room.

"You're looking good, Brad. I'll bet you drive the women crazy," Homer said.

He was beginning to sweat.

"Go ahead, take off those shorts."

"Oh, these?" I grinned.

I pushed the end of my dick through the leg and waved it at them. They both liked it; that much was clear to see.

"That's a beauty, son. Now show us what you've got."

I was really getting into this. I'd played the cock tease with lots of girls who were chasing after me all through high school. Instead of giving the two hippie porn tycoons what they wanted, I rolled over and got on my knees, my face and shoulders pressed into the bed. I slowly slid the shorts over my butt cheeks revealing my ass to them.

"Goddamn you're one sexy SEAL. I'll bet the guys all wanted to fuck that ass of yours."

"And lick it, too," I snickered. "Don't forget that."

I pulled my cheeks apart, showing them my asshole. I tightened and relaxed the sphincter muscle for them several times and soon I felt my dick begin to get erect. It was hanging in the breeze for them to see, along with my balls.

"Mother fuck man, we need to get a close up of that gorgeous man pussy of yours."

I watched Frank zoom his lens in while Homer adjusted a light panel.

"Okay, stud, time to reveal all."

I rolled over and sat up. I could see both of them swallow hard.

I'm not the best looking guy in the world and I certainly don't have a penis that will set world records but I'm not ashamed of my body either. A lifetime of sports and good genetics made me what I am. I've got sun bleached blond hair hanging to my shoulders and my entire body is tan from sunbathing in the nude. I've got dark blond hair in my pits and above my dick but other than the thick blond curls on my legs my body looks hairless. Oh, I'm not really hairless, there's just a very fine blond down on my torso and arms that you can't really see unless you get close. As for my dick, it's only six and half inches soft, seven when it's hard but thickness makes up for length and the tip is like a big mushroom. It's my testicles that have always fascinated the girls. They hang like two big orbs in a long wrinkled sack. I've learned to love getting my nuts sucked almost as much as my cock.

I rubbed along the length of my dick, teasing the soft ridge around the edge of the head. My cock responded and stood erect.

"That's a real thing of beauty, Brad. I'll bet you please a lot of women with it."

I laughed.

"And men, Homer, don't forget all those sex starved SEALS in Afghanistan."

He swallowed hard and I saw his Adam's apple move up and down.

"Yeah, right, you SEAL's have to take care of your needs because you don't have any pussy around."

I jacked my dick hard for them and groaned, closing my eyes for dramatic effect.

"Oh yeah," I groaned. "It's hell but what else can I do? I'm a patriot."

I heard a deep roar of laughter and opened my eyes to see Jamie standing by the bed. He reached over and grabbed my foot, bringing it to his lips. He kissed it and sucked my toes; then he held it against his chest. So much for my being asleep for him to wake up. The director didn't seem too concerned; he was almost catatonic.

"That's true, Jamie, we military guys have to do a lot of things we'd rather not to just to protect our country."

I'm sure the camera caught my total shock as I glanced at his body, more specifically his cock. I looked away quickly but I could still see him in my peripheral vision and I was almost in shock. I'd never seen a bigger cock in my life and I hadn't looked at it closely or long enough to tell if it was a fake. I fucking hoped it was, a sick joke they were pulling on the new guy. 

It was almost like a small arm, at least ten, maybe even twelve inches long. I knew I was exaggerating the length because I was terrified but I sure as hell didn't exaggerate the width. It was thick as a beer can with a big bell tip covered with a long foreskin. My eyes darted at him again, quickly looking away.

His body was rugged and tanned with dark hair swirling over his chest and stomach leading down to a mass of curls above that monster dick, with the same dark hair on his legs and arms. He was not obscenely hairy, not repulsive at all; just hairy enough to look more masculine and older than I was. Next to him, I looked like a boy, a twink; I knew what the expression meant and it was what Frank and Homer wanted, an older man fucking a young guy. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard.

Homer and Frank laughed nervously.

"Man, I think Brad likes you, Jamie," Homer snickered.

I looked up at Jamie see the wicked amusement in his eyes.

"Aren't you going to invite me into your bed, sailor?" he grinned.

"I hope you don't think you're gonna put that thing in my ass, dude," I said, knowing that was exactly what was about to happen.

Jamie sat on the bed beside me and kissed my cheek.

"Don't worry handsome. By the time my tongue gets through with your asshole you'll feel like you're in heaven. You wouldn't believe how many straight guys end up begging me for more."

I snorted and he laughed. He sat back against the headboard next to me and the monster cock lay like a huge sausage on his leg.

"So, Jamie, you're in the SS, aren't you?" Homer asked.

Jamie and I fell over hooting at Homer's stupidity.

"Not SS, Homer, those guys were the elite of Hitler's Nazis. No, I'm SAS, Special Air Services. It's British Special Forces and we're the best fighting force in the entire world."

"You do a good American accent, Jamie," I smirked. "Why you don't sound British at all!"

"Oh, I've got your accent down pat, Brad. Spies don't want to draw attention. You know how it is. When you're a part of the best team in the world you don't mess up with the little things."

Frank started salivating so much you'd have thought Jamie was telling the truth.

"Oh really," Homer intoned with fake seriousness, "What do you think of that, Brad? Are you going to let him impugn the honor of the United States Navy SEALS?"

"It's okay," I grinned broadly. "We know they're better. It's all we can do just try to keep up with them."

Jamie chuckled and Homer looked pissed off. I knew what he wanted and I just wasn't going to play along. I wanted to tease them, too; to get back at them for setting me up with Jamie, expecting me to let that torpedo fuck me.

"Well, it's nice to see your two military branches have such a great relationship. I can see you two are going to get along great," Frank panted. "Tell me, Brad, you said you SEAL guys in Afghanistan sometimes fuck each other in the ass but the way you're reacting to Jamie's penis makes me think you've actually never had a dick in your ass. Am I right?"

I tried to look concerned. Might as well practice my acting craft.

"That's right, Frank. I've only fucked other guys in the ass and not too many times either. But as for me, I've got a virgin asshole. I've never done anything like this before. I'm not sure I can even go through with this and I'm pretty sure I'll never do it again."

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take it easy with you. You're not my first virgin man. Popping a cherry is my favorite thing to do."

Jamie smirked at me like the cat that ate the canary.

"Jamie you've got experience so be gentle with this masculine SEAL. Who knows, you straight military men are just doing this because you need the money but big strong soldiers might find out you like it. It's happened before while we were making a movie."

I started to giggle at how ridiculous Frank and Homer looked and sounded. They'd both obviously done this so many times they had a script memorized, a really bad script. Jamie turned to me and took me in his arms. He kissed me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like peppermint and for a second I felt guilty that I hadn't thought of doing that. I hadn't brushed my teeth since morning.

He kissed down my neck and sucked each of my nipples, biting them gently before working his way back up my neck, then nibbling at one earlobe, then the other. I was surprised when he whispered in each ear as he nibbled them.

"You're doing good, man," he said softly. "Just let me handle this and you play along. It'll hurt at first but you'll get used to it. Frank and Homer are just a couple of old fruits and they pay more for their private jack off videos than any pornographer in this town. We'll talk more later. Just do your part here."

That gave me something to think about. So this was a private video, huh? That bastard Homer had let me think this movie was going to get worldwide release. It took the worry of Hazelhurst from my mind.

Jamie slowly made love to me like I was a woman, kissing me and licking my skin as he slowly moved from my lips and neck down my body. I felt the wet of his tongue as he licked down my torso. As much as I was repulsed by sex with another guy my dick gradually became erect, finally standing hard as it throbbed and bounced against my stomach. I couldn't fight my shame at being turned on by Jamie's sex play; my body, more specifically my penis, was betraying me.

I watched almost in shock as he finally reached my dick and kissed it gently, licking the head of it briefly. Then his kissed my balls before kissing down my legs. Suddenly I realized what he was doing when he knelt between my legs and grabbed my feet, pulling them up to his mouth. He kissed and licked both of them, sucked on my toes, and his eyes looked at me with passion. He gave me a devilish grin as he pushed my legs wide and put his head between my legs. His hands pushed my ass cheeks apart and I felt the wet of his tongue as he probed my asshole.

I began to moan and I felt my orgasm boiling within me. I'd never felt such a fantastic feeling in my entire life. Jamie's hand grabbed my balls and played with them and then I felt a sudden pain as he squeezed a testicle hard enough that I lost my erection at once. I groaned loud and tried to pull away but he held the ball tight. I knew what he was doing, trying to delay my ejaculation, and I closed my eyes as I waited for the pain to subside. Meanwhile his tongue was already penetrating my asshole and it felt wide open as if there was no longer any sphincter muscle resistance.

I opened my eyes and looked down at Jamie and beyond the bed to Frank and Homer behind the cameras. They were naked and both were slowly masturbating with one hand while working the cameras with the other. Their tanned middle-aged bodies weren't too bad, particularly Frank. Frank had a long thin penis, maybe eight or nine inches hard and Homer's was maybe five or six inches hard. Of course his pot belly and the fat pubic area above his cock may have made it seem smaller than it was. Seeing them jack off while they watched me get fucked was incredibly horny to me.

Jamie stopped sucking on my ass and got on his knees again, crawling up my body until his huge dick stood erect and quivering at my lips. I could see a pearl of his precum on the tip.

"Suck my big cock, Brad," he ordered.

He pushed it to my lips and I opened wide for it. I was surprised how warm it was and how soft the head felt against my mouth. I pushed at it and probed it with my tongue, at first resentful and humiliated at its intrusion into my lips but soon accepting it and enjoying his gentle way of fucking my mouth. I recognized a salty bitter taste as his precum; I'd tasted my own often enough to recognize it and his didn't taste bad at all, better than my own in fact.

Jamie pulled his cock from my lips and stood up on the bed, his legs astride my body. He turned around so his back was against the headboard and knelt over my face so his asshole was directly above my lips.

"Lick my ass," he moaned.

I didn't hesitate at all, now caught up in the sexual heat between us. I spread his cheeks with my hands and saw his pink rosebud quivering, surrounded by dark curls. I pushed my tongue out and licked; only to have him start moving his ass back and forth, allowing me to lick from his perineum past his hole and deep into his crack over and over again. I heard Jamie breathing hard and short. No matter how nonchalant and in charge he had seemed about this movie he was definitely sexually excited.

As his excitement increased he began to move his asshole back and forth across my mouth faster and faster, his cock flopping around and occasionally slapping against my chin. Suddenly Jamie tensed and pushed his asshole hard against me with it quivering and gripping the tip of my tongue. He grunted and I felt a hot splash of his cum on my own cock. Then each cum shot became successively less powerful, leaving thick white streaks of his semen all over my torso until it was just dribbling on my chin. Jamie stood up and repositioned himself so he was lying next to me, kissing my neck.

He wiped cum from my chest with his finger and brought it to my lips, grinning.

"Take a taste, baby. It's good for you," he chuckled.

I laughed and licked his finger.

"Umm, yum, yum," I giggled.

Jamie then slowly began to lick his cum down my torso until he reached my cock. He kissed it and licked his cum from it before sucking my cock into his mouth. His mouth was hot and wet; I jumped from the powerful sensation and he pushed me back onto the bed as he sucked me better than I've ever been sucked by any girl. It wasn't long before I was panting for air and struggling against his strong arm holding me down.

"I'm gonna cum," I cried weakly, warning him so he could pull off before I came in his mouth.

"Umm, hmm," he moaned.

Jamie kept up this deep hum while he continued to suck; the vibration of it pounding first through my cock and then it seemed over my entire body. In a sudden flash my penis went wild, my testicles actually hurt, and my semen exploded out of me into his into his mouth as he sucked harder and harder while his tongue swirled around my cock. I was burning with passion as he took every drop I gave him into his mouth and I could hear the sounds of his lips smacking, the noise of him relishing my gift to him. Never in my life, not while masturbating myself, not with any female I'd ever fucked, had my entire body experience my orgasm. I felt as weak as a newborn baby and it was as if his mouth on my cock was giving me life sustaining nourishment. My eyes blurred as I stared blankly at the ceiling. Then his face was over mine and he kissed my lips. As I opened my mouth he pulled back enough so the camera could film him letting my cum drool from his mouth into mine. Then he kissed his way back down my body until he knelt between my legs, spreading them wide.

I hardly responded as I felt his finger enter my asshole until I felt the coolness of the gel he was using. I hadn't even noticed when he'd opened a bottle, or that he'd even gotten a bottle from somewhere. All I knew was the feeling of his finger inside me, probing and pushing. Then he inserted another finger and then another, as the sexual boiling began in my testicles again as if they were refilling themselves for the next explosion. I felt him hit the spot, the button inside me, the prostate I knew was there but had never explored. No one other than a doctor had ever probed inside my ass and those times had been quick and embarrassing to me. His fingers played in my ass, moving in tandem with each other, as I felt myself opening wide for them. There was not even the slightest feeling of pain anymore, only pleasure.




Becoming a Star



Jamie's fingers left my hole and he spread my legs wide and in the air. He paused long enough to put on a condom and then his face was suddenly above mine with me staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. They were no longer dancing with amusement, now they burned with fiery passion. His lips touched mine gently and his tongue licked them. I opened them and pushed my tongue out to play with his. He lay down on me, his body covering mine completely, and then I felt the push of his cock against my hole. My asshole gave almost no resistance to him and I knew I was feeling what every girl must have felt when I fucked their pussies.

I could actually hear the popping sound as the huge mushroom head of his cock pushed past the sphincter muscle. I felt a quick pain and he stopped when I pushed against his chest. He leaned his face into my neck and licked my earlobe.

"I'm not hurting you too much am I?" he whispered softly.

"Just take it slow," I groaned in a guttural whisper I barely recognized as myself.

"I'm gonna make you love it, baby, make you want only me, just you wait and see."

Then Jamie slowly began to slide that monster into me and there was no more pain, only the most fantastic sensations I'd ever experienced. The pleasure took over me and my inhibition about sex with a man, about fucking him disappeared. He was rocking our bodies in a slow fucking motion as I naturally wrapped my legs around his ass, wanting him deeper inside me, fucking me harder and faster. My arms were around his back, my fingers pressed into his shoulder blades pulling his chest tight into mine. His mouth covered mine, his eyes closed. In a moment of quick understanding I realized he was gently making love to me, that he was not in a rush, he wanted me to enjoy what he was doing.

And I did. I began to laugh softly, enjoying this, and I kissed his neck as he buried his face his mine, his tongue licking my skin, teasing me.

I heard a loud grunt and came back to reality, realizing we were not alone in the room. I looked over to see Frank ejaculating onto the floor. His body was jerking as he orgasmed and the burning heat in his eyes as he watched us made fucking Jamie even hotter. Homer had already cum, a sticky string of his semen hanging from his dick. Knowing we were being watched awakened the exhibitionist in me that had never been there before. It made me more aggressive, more demanding.

"Fuck me harder, faster," I panted, out of breath.

I pressed my feet into his ass and pulled him deep into me, pushing against his cock as he slid in and out of me. Jamie began to pull his cock all of the way out of my ass only to slam it back in again. I felt his pubic hair as it pressed into me, his pendulous balls as they slapped my ass with each thrust. Jamie's muscles began to tighten, his buttocks became like rocks against my feet, and his breath was short. I knew the signs of male orgasm. My new lover was about to cum.

Jamie grunted and surprised me totally. He pulled out me, pulled his condom off, and crawled up my body in what seemed like one quick motion. Then his throbbing cock was over my face and his body was contorted, every muscle flexed. I watched as the first shot of his hot white liquid shot out of the tiny slit in his glistening cock and splash onto my cheek. Shot after shot covered my face and I began to think it was never going to stop. Homer was filming close to my face, catching my expression as Jamie gave me everything he had within him. As his cum shots began to weaken he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth and I sucked it, pulling more and more of his cock inside until the spongy tip was pressed against my throat.

I looked up into his eyes and again I saw that amused devilish look of his, a slight grin on his face as he fucked my mouth. I pulled his buttocks apart with my hands and pushed a finger in his asshole. I could see the surprise in his eyes but it was an approving surprise because as he rocked his hips fucking my mouth he pushed back, impaling his asshole on my finger. I searched for his prostate and I knew I had found it when his cock swelled inside my mouth, hardened again, and he moaned.

I was hard as a rock again and I didn't really know what Frank and Homer had planned for their two military men but I knew what I wanted. I pushed Jamie off me with all my strength and rolled out from under him. He went to wrap his arms around me, as if to lie side by side, but I pushed him face down into the bed. I looked into his eyes and he smiled, pulling his ass cheeks open for me. I lay down between his legs, my own body hanging off the bed, and I buried my face in his ass. It was still wet from my earlier tongue fuck of it, the dark curls stuck to the sides of his trench.

I rimmed Jamie's ass with a passion and he lifted his hips to open wider for me. The bright lights shining onto us showed me the purplish pink of the inside of his hole. Amazed that I was loving it, I licked and sucked at it as Jamie started to grunt and moan. I'd seen the huge clear bottle of something called REAR Entry and I silently giggled to myself. But of course queers would have specially designed lubricant to fuck an ass; no messy Vaseline bullshit that takes three days to wash off for their delicate assholes. There were six other condoms next to the bottle and I laughed aloud at the wishful dreams of those two morons. I rolled a condom on my erect cock faster than I ever had before.

I put the bottle tip against Jamie's ass and squeezed, only to be rewarded with enough lubricant to grease a car. Whoops. My laughter rang through the room and I heard Jamie's muffled laughter into the mattress. Not that I'd need it but I put some of the lubricant onto my erect cock, more careful this time. Jamie's ass and back looked sexy to me, his hairy legs, the dark down on his buttocks thickening as it curled into the crevice between then, and I knew in that instant I was probably hooked forever. Maybe the glancing looks I'd given other guys in locker rooms had actually had more meaning than I'd ever admitted to myself. I was truly sexually attracted to Jamie's male body, no repulsion left in me, only blazing lust.

I lay down on his back; my rock hard cock lying between his buttocks, slippery with the lubricant, and my face was pressed against his neck. The hair on his head was damp with sweat that showed the sexy curls he had, curls that were not so apparent when dry. Face down, he looked so incredibly adorable somehow, almost boyishly trusting. I licked his ear and he chuckled; it obviously tickled now more than teased him sexually.

"You ready for me to fuck your pussy now, you want my cock in your ass, SAS man?" I asked, loud enough for Frank and Homer's film.

He turned his face toward mine and kissed my cheek.

"It's why I'm here," he said softly. "I need to be fucked, bad. It's like I'm in withdrawal it's been so long."

He was serious. This was not for the porno flick. He really wanted me to fuck him and I knew he wanted me to make love to him to satisfy a need in him, not just satisfy Frank and Homer. I kissed his neck and gently pulled at his wet curls with my teeth before slowly kissing and licking my way down his back. I kissed each cheek of his ass and pulled the soft hair on it with my teeth before kissing my way down the backs of his legs, licking, biting softly, and chewing on the dense curls. As I reached his ankles I bent his legs up at the knees and kissed the soles of his feet, sucked his toes, made love to his feet with my mouth as if they were two sexual organs, just as he had done to me.

His feet were surprisingly soft and smooth, beautiful even, and for a second I was horrified when I thought maybe I'd totally gone queer, that I'd opened a door that I could never close again, and only after one goddamn fuck with another man. This was a day for busting 'nevers' to hell. I'd never noticed feet before, not even girl's. Jamie moaned and flexed his toes, the muscles in his legs and buttocks tightening, and I knew he was enjoying my love making, that he wanted more. I heard a noise off to the side and saw Homer on his knees sucking Frank's dick, the camera on his tripod filming unattended. The two of them were both watching me take care of Jamie's needs. Jamie pushed his crotch into the mattress, fucking it, and I knew he was ready for my cock in him. 

I rose up again and covered his back with my chest, my face in his neck again, and watched a single drop of sweat roll down his face. I didn't delay any further as he spread his legs for me, invited me into his ass, and I pushed gently at his asshole, ready to enter it, and then I kissed his soft lips as he twisted his face back to mine.

"I'm gonna make you love this," I whispered, echoing his earlier promise to me. "I'm gonna make you love this because I think you've opened a new door for me, Jamie, if that's really your name."

His eyes looked into mine and there was naked lust in those dark blue pools. He nodded his head, no words needed to tell me he wanted me. We were oblivious to the cameras or to the voyeurs; we were two men pleasuring each other, sharing our bodies as an expression of genuine passion. I entered him, pushing gently, and there was only the slightest resistance. Even caught up in my new obsession with Jamie I smiled to myself, the memory of the flood of lubricant into his ass still funny to me. He lifted his body, strong and powerful, pushing his asshole backward onto my cock in one quick move.

"Now fuck me like all those girls you've fucked, fuck me hard, make me yours," he said for the cameras.

And I knew he also meant it for me.

I pulled my cock all the way out of him and then slammed back into him again, over and over again. The warm spongy feel of his buttocks on my groin as I pounded into him felt incredible. I'd never fucked a girl in the ass before, never experienced the tightness of an asshole, the unbelievable feeling I had now with his body, our connection. His arm reached back to mine and he took my hand in his, squeezing it, his fingers pressing and rubbing my skin, telegraphing messages that he was loving what I was doing to him. I was fucking him like a mad man, pounding into him, the loud squishing sound caused by the excess lubricant was tantalizing, increasing my ardor. I felt my orgasm coming and as my muscles contracted I was ready to explode, my balls aching both from the load in them and the beating they were taking as they slapped into Jamie's ass.

"Shoot your cum on his back, Brad. We want to see your hot love juice on his body," Homer said huskily.

Of course. I was the new boy. I needed to be reminded shooting my cum for the viewer is the money shot. Homer's voice was both annoying and calming. My orgasm was slowed and I pulled out of Jamie with a loud sucking noise and yanked the condom off. I pulled myself up on my knees and knelt straddling Jamie's buttocks. My cock was flopping around, precum and lubricant slinging everywhere and as I went to grab it in my hands it spurted the first shot of semen onto his back. I grasped my cock and pointed it toward him as shot after shot splashed Jamie's back with thick streaks of my semen. I ejaculated semen like I'd never done before in my life.

I knelt over Jamie as Homer got a close up of the cum but then I saw Jamie push into the mattress again, saw the muscles in his back flex, and I knew he was ready to orgasm again. As he grunted I flipped him over swiftly, fast enough to see his cock jerking as he began his own ejaculation, and I pounced on him, swallowing the mushroom into my mouth as his first shot flew out onto my tongue. Not this time, I thought, I eating your entire load this time. Screw the money shot. The ultra sensitivity the head of a man's penis experiences after his first orgasm caused Jamie to lift his entire body toward me, trying to fuck my mouth, as he emitted a loud cry, almost a scream, passion and torture at the same time. His cum burned into my mouth, his load seemingly not affected at all by his earlier orgasm. Jamie shot huge loads and I swallowed fast so I wouldn't lose any of his precious juice.

At last Jamie fell back onto the bed and I crawled up beside, my face next to his, my leg wrapped over his legs, my hand playing with his chest hair. He looked at me and grinned.

"For a straight guy, for a tough SEAL, you sure seem to know your way around a man's ass," he laughed.

"Oh, you know how it is; plus, I just can't resist showing SAS men what SEAL's do best."

"Goddamn, you special forces guys really know how to fuck," Homer said, as if he had a scripted line and was delivering it poorly.

I kissed Jamie's lips and he kissed me back. It seemed real to me. I hoped it was real to him.

"That's a wrap, men."

Frank and Homer began to turn off the bright Kleig lights, the cameras already off. Jamie and I sat up on the bed. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, sorry it was over, sick that I probably would never see Jamie again. In my entire life I hadn't experienced such total sexual pleasure before. I knew sex with a female would not be the sole subject of my sexual desires anymore, that Jamie would become the object of my masturbation fantasies from now on.

Jamie grabbed his clothes and headed for the shower.

"Don't you guys want to take a shower together?" Frank asked.

"Nope," Jamie laughed. "You want me in the shower naked that's another three thousand dollars."

"You're a greedy bastard," Homer laughed. "A greedy bastard. Maybe we'll use someone else next time, smart ass."

"Go ahead; I only do this as a favor for Frank. I know how much he loves me."

The two of them both laughed.

I lay on the bed, waiting for my turn to shower. Minutes later Jamie walked out, fully dressed. I took my clothes into the bathroom, not saying anything, and certain this would be the last time I saw him. Even so, after my orgasm I wasn't horny anymore and I wasn't so sure it really mattered. This was going to be my one and only porno.

After my shower, I dressed and walked back out into the bedroom, surprised to see Jamie still there, talking to the two giants of the film industry. He grinned at me and winked.

"Okay, Jamie, you've got our number. We'll see you again in what, two, three months when your ex-wife is threatening to throw you in jail again for back child support?"

"That's right, if I don't strangle the bitch first. I can't even enjoy seeing my kids anymore because I have to pick them up from that cunt."

Jamie was smiling, joking, but I could see he really did hate his ex-wife. I was surprised. I knew he was straight but I never dreamed he had kids. I was ready to go, my money already stuffed into my pockets, the same as Jamie. I hated to see it end and watched his back as he walked out the door, almost wanting to cry. How could I be in love with a complete stranger that I'd just fucked for a porno film? 

"Here's my card, Brad, if you ever want to make another movie. You're gonna be a big star," Frank smiled.

I nodded and took the card, not saying anything. I walked out the door into the sunlight as Frank closed the door behind me, listening to the sound of the chain as he bolted the door. The kids were still playing in the pool; the adults still were laughing and talking to each other sitting in the pool chairs. It was as if nothing unusual had happened in room sixteen. Yet a couple of hours in that room had changed my life forever just as I'd feared it would but the change it had made was more than I expected. Jamie was standing at the end of the covered walkway. He was watching me, his mischievous eyes dancing, his wicked grin firing that familiar feeling in my groin again.

"Where are you going, Brad? You up for a milkshake at McDonald's?"

"Sure, I'd love to, Jamie. I'd love it!"

I felt like a kid going for my first ice cream cone. I fell into step beside him and we walked across the street. We went into the McDonald's and I felt like I was on a date.

"What do you want?" he smiled.

I didn't want to let him know I was starving so I just told him a strawberry shake. He ordered two large ones.

"My treat," he laughed. "Leave this to me."

Jamie paid and the man behind the counter brought us our shakes. His name tag said he was Roy, the manager, I could see his eyes devour Jamie. Jamie smiled at him as he paid, telling him how parched we both were and how we'd been looking forward to some delicious McDonald's milkshakes. Roy absolutely glowed as Jamie spoke to him. He was gay; there was no doubt, a bit feminine but no overly so. His look to me was friendly and clearly one of polite envy. Jamie and I walked over to a table.

"So where are you going from here?" he asked.

I hesitated, afraid to tell him the truth, and then I realized I'd just eaten this man's ass out, swallowed his cum, we'd fucked each other blind. Why not tell the truth?

"I don't know. I've got a few clothes and things in a locker at the bus station, that's it. Now that I've got some money I'll be able to find a place to stay, maybe a motel tonight and I can find an efficiency apartment tomorrow."

"Oh, man, don't do that! Look, I live alone in a big ass house with five bedrooms. My wife divorced me and I'm living alone now. I've had a couple of roommates since she left but one turned out to be a fucking thief and the other was a goddamned heroin addict. You're not either of those things, are you?" he grinned.

"Oh, no, I promise you! My dad would beat me to death and Mom would disown me!"

It popped out of my mouth unthinkingly. Shit, I'd just revealed what a total rube I was to a total stranger in the swindle capital of the fucking world. Why not just hand over my three thousand to him now?

He burst out laughing and his hand covered mine.

"I knew it," he grinned. "I could just feel it. That tough sophisticated guy act was just that, an act."

I swallowed hard and sucked strawberry milkshake through the straw.

"Come on, Brad, its okay. I'm not a bad person, not someone your mama warned you about. Actually I've got an ex-wife and four kids, a shit load of child support, and I really could use a good roommate."

"I'm not a total dunce, you know. I've survived here on my own for almost two years. I've even done three commercials. I've been an extra lotsa times. I don't want you to feel sorry for me."

Jamie looked me squarely in the eye.

"I don't. I'm simply asking you if you'd like to check out my house, if you'd like to share it as my roommate. That is if you're not a drug addict or a thief; or worse. I'm serious. I just felt me made a connection back there in room sixteen. Am I wrong? We could probably live together without killing each other."

I laughed. "Oh, we made a connection all right."

He laughed, too.

"How many of these pornos have you made, Jamie? And why? Aren't you afraid your kids will see them one day?"

He sucked on his straw, his eyes downcast, quiet, as if he was contemplating just how much to tell me about him, maybe regretting how much I already knew. I decided to go first.

"Look, Jamie, if that's your name, I really do like you, truly. And I'm going to be totally honest with you here. I've never done anything like this before, ever."

He snickered. "That much was pretty obvious. You looked like a deer caught in headlights. You were almost green in the face when I came in the door." He laughed gleefully. "I nearly broke up because you looked so panicked. I was worried you throw up on me, not fuck me. I'll bet you thought I was going to be some old guy like Frank or Homer."

"Something like that," I grinned. "I've never even looked at another guy sexually, let alone get naked in bed with one."

He raised his eyebrows at me mockingly.

"Really? You fooled me. The way you jumped my bones, it was like you'd done it since you were nine years old. You mean, never? Not even jacking off with another guy?"




Becoming a Star



"I mean never. Really. I mean it. I promise you I've never so much as even looked at another guy that way." I cleared my throat nervously. "Or so I thought. Until you put your cock in my ass that is. Now I'm wondering where that passion came from, have my glances in the locker rooms meant more than I ever knew."

He grinned mischievously. "Oh. My. God. I've just fucked a real virgin guy. No shit?"

"No shit."

"And I turned you to the wilder side of life, huh?"

He burst out laughing and took my hand in his, his fingers rubbing my skin gently. I must have turned red as a beet.

"You're blushing!" He leaned toward me conspiratorially. "Was I good for your first time? Did you really, really like me?"

He was mocking me. If it was possible my face got even redder and I yanked my hand out of his. Immediately he was gentle with me again.

"Hey, I'm just teasing. And I know exactly how you feel about now. I was depressed for two months after I did my first one. I threw up for days every time I'd think about the guy I'd fucked in that movie."

I laughed. "Are you saying I'm a real improvement over him? Man, he must have been a total dog."

"Nah. He was actually decent looking kid but I hadn't ever so much as looked at another guy in a homo kind of way either. Then, not only am I in bed naked with another man but he was a real feminine pretty boy type of guy. The so called story line was how a big strong Marine got so desperate for sex he decided to fuck the ass of a pretty boy who looked almost like a girl."

"Those two have got a real fetish about military men, haven't they?"

He burst out laughing and people at nearby tables stared.

"Man, you should have seen my second one. Frank took me and this illegal alien Mexican guy out to some big farm he'd rented and the story line was I was an Air Force pilot who crashed in Mexico. A Mexican army officer found me wandering in the jungle and we both got lost again. So we fucked each other to pass the time away until we could find our way back to civilization."

I started giggling. "Those two deserve an Oscar for screenwriting, don't they?"

The people around us must have thought we were high because we were laughing and giggling so much. Jamie was laughing so much that he started coughing. He managed to choke out the story of his second movie.

"You wouldn't believe what a disaster that movie was. Homer called the Mexican guy Jose because no one had a clue what his real name was and didn't really want to know. He could hardly speak a goddamn word of English so we had to get by with the little bit Spanish that I learned in high school. And then I fucked this guy while he was bent over a tree stump while we were naked in the bushes that were supposed to pass for a jungle."

Jamie was laughing so hard tears ran down his face and other patrons had gotten quiet and were listening to our conversation.

"Homer had been jacking off watching us fuck and while he was setting up the next scene both he and Jose walked into a bunch of poison ivy. We were all naked and when I saw it was poison ivy Frank and I both put on our clothes and told the two poisoned ones to stay away from us. End of movie. Frank ended up having to take Homer to the emergency room because he had poison ivy rash everywhere; all over his ass and dick, on his legs and feet, and on his hands. He was in agony and Frank and I still laugh about it.

"What about the other guy, the Mexican?"

"God only knows what happened to that zero Jose. I'd have given anything to be a fly on the wall listening to him trying to explain how poison ivy got his dick. Frank told me all about Homer's crazy trip to the ER. Ask him if you ever see him again. He'll enjoy telling you because it pisses Homer off so much."

We were silent for a few minutes and the rest of the patrons stopped paying attention to us.

"Why not do straight porn, Jamie? I wouldn't ever have agreed to this if I'd known it was a queer flick. I just thought I was masturbating for anyone interested in watching, women or men."

He grimaced.

"I didn't have much choice. My ass was in jail and I wasn't going to get out until I came up with four thousand dollars for my ex-wife. Plus, all the fucking court costs, my lawyer's fees, and a shitload of other mess. I didn't know who else to call so I called Frank. I'd done some work for him at his house and he and Homer drooled all over me the whole time I was there. I was desperate and I knew Frank was a trust fund baby so I figured I'd just fuck the hell out of those two old queens so he'd get me out of jail."

"And did you?"

"I'm out of jail, aren't I" he grinned.

"You know what I mean, smart ass. Did you fuck those two?"

He laughed. "They thought they'd died and gone to heaven. I fucked 'em for two days."

"And the porno movies?"

"You know, I did a major remodel job on Frank's house and he's got a couple thousand films; everything Bette Davis and Joan Crawford ever did, Judy Garland, too. But the bulk of the movies are gay porn, most of them made by Frank and Homer. Frank told me he and Homer made gay porno films just for the two of them and for their friends to watch. They both had big plans to be stars in the legitimate film industry but all that happened was Frank got screwed out of a fortune producing shit films. He said it was a good thing his trust fund only pays him quarterly or he'd have lost everything. Homer used to be a big gay porn actor back in the day and when the two of them got together, voila, you've got two happy queens. Then he offered to let me square the four thousand with him if I'd do two pornos for him. I swallowed hard and did it because I had no choice. I've never looked back."

"And you couldn't convince them to do some straight porn?''

"Are you fucking kidding? The mere sight of a pussy's enough to send them into shock. I guess if you've spent your life wanting to be a woman you just can't stand to look at what you ain't got."

"Maybe if they tried it they'd find out they liked it."

He snorted. "I doubt it. They'd probably go catatonic. When I got arrested I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd be in jail again. I was desperate, about to lose my house, and so I called Frank. Frank's really a sweet guy with a big heart. Homer...hmmm...well I wouldn't trust him as far as I can throw him. He's a hustler. Frank's become a good friend, though. He's probably the most loyal friend I've ever had. He jokes about being an old queen who's bought himself a son. I used to freak out around effeminate guys but I really don't give a shit anymore. Those two threw me at first but I got over it. To each his own. Whatever makes you happy."

"So do you still fuck 'em?"

"Huh?"

I looked at him like he was still teasing me and he smiled.

"Oh, you mean Frank and Homer? No. That ended about as fast as it started. A few days after I'd fucked them Homer showed up at my house with flowers and candy. My daughter answered the door and I just about shit. I stepped out of the front door and thanked him for delivering the flowers and told him they were from my girlfriend. I said it as loud as I could for my kids and then I pushed him down the driveway and told him I'd kill him if he didn't leave or if he ever came back."

"And you still do movies for them?"

He laughed. "Oh, yeah; I called Frank and told him he'd better stop Glenn Close from going all 'Fatal Attraction' on me or I'd kill his bunny rabbit. Frank had a shit fit and threw Homer out of the house for about a week until they kissed and made up. Homer hasn't got a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. He obviously decided it's a lot smarter to live with a millionaire queen than to lust after a straight guy with a big dick he's never going to get to touch again."

I whistled in admiration. "Man, you've had quite a life. Still I'm surprised Frank didn't throw Homer over for you."

"He's got better sense," Jamie snorted.

"And yet they still like to see you fucking in their porn movies. If he's so crazy about Homer it's a wonder that he'd let him near you again."

Jamie chuckled. "You know, I think Frank's got a real nasty bitch streak in him that shows itself every once and awhile. It's like he punishing him, making him watch me fuck some other guy. It's okay for them to jack off watching me fuck but I think he'd cut Homer's dick off if he tried to touch me."

"How many movies have you done?"

"Today was the ninth. I'm not apologizing for it. I was so shell shocked by the first one that it would have put me on a psychiatrist's couch if I'd had the goddamn money to pay for it."

"So you're telling me you're psychologically damaged?" I smiled. "Look Jamie, I know this is going to sound totally crazy to you but you're right about the connection back there. The thing is you see, I think I may have been more affected than you think. I don't want to go all Glenn Close on you but I think I could. Maybe you don't need me as a roommate."

He grinned at me and I blushed again. He gripped my hand so I couldn't pull away, leaned across the table, and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm not making fun of you, Brad, not teasing. I'm thrilled. Couldn't you tell when it all changed in that bed between us? When we were no longer fucking for Frankie and Homer? We were making love to each other? I could. I saw it in your eyes when I entered you, when you looked at me like you were in love. You looked so innocent, so trusting, and yet like a fucking sex god. I knew I had you and I also knew I wanted you. We could have more together, you know; we really like each other."

"What about before? The guys in your other movies. Was there no connection with them?"

He snorted. "The other guys I've fucked in the movies were screwballs, whores, nut cases that Frank got the hots for and wanted to watch them get their ass fucked. The first guy was the absolute worst. He was my first time fucking a man and he was a screaming drama queen, thought we were doing porno Shakespeare or something. He was more concerned about his lighting angles and the script than he was about the sex. We hated each other on sight."

"That must have been interesting," I laughed. "Frank's idea of a script is 'unnhh, unnhh, oh, my god, fuck me, fuck me, do it harder, you big SEAL!"

The two middle aged bitches next to us looked like they were strangling on their quarter pounders.

Jamie burst into giggles. "The sixth film, the guy I was fucking kept farting. The first time he did it Frank looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. The guy, his name was Lorenzo, thought it was sexy or something."

I must have looked skeptical, questioning because he put his hand on his heart and grinned that devilish smile.

"I swear to God, Brad. You know there's a weirdo fetish where people eat other people's farts, all kinds of totally fucked up stuff. Sometimes they even eat their shit."

I know my eyes bulged a bit and I must have looked like a total innocent hayseed from Kansas because Jamie roared with laughter at my naiveté.

"They do, I swear. You wouldn't' believe some of the crazy stuff people are into. Anyway, let me tell you Frankie and Homer are not into fetish shit. They don't go for any of the weird stuff and if they're filming someone who goes loco they stop the camera and throw him out. No they just like plain old sex and plenty of it."

I snickered. "My parents would think what we've just done is a fetish, that it's sick. I'm telling you, if they ever found out I did some homo stuff they'd disown me. They don't believe in it, think queers are mentally off. It's not a religious thing really, it's just they can't get their heads around it. They think homosexuals are off in the head. If I ate somebody's farts Dad would probably have to put Mom in a psych ward. I've never even heard my Mom fart, my Dad either. We don't talk about that kind of thing, let alone fart in front of someone. It would sort of like picking your nose in front of others, only worse."

Jamie nodded his head. "My parents would have disowned me, too, but they're both dead now and it doesn't matter to me about anyone else." He shrugged his shoulders. "If my kids see them later so be it. They know I go with men now, that I'm through with women. Sherrie made sure of that, the cunt. She even tried to use it to keep me from seeing my kids but it didn't work. Frank saw to that. He hates women and can't stand the thought of Sherrie keeping my kids from me. His lawyers swing a lot of weight in this town and I owe Frank a lot. I tease him, make him pay me good money so he can jack off to watch me fuck, but he doesn't mind that part."

"What's with Homer? He and Frank seem as different as chalk and cheese."

"Not really. It seems like it on the surface but those two have been together for over thirty years now. They like to make the movies for their own enjoyment. They're both failed actors, directors, whatever. They never made it in the real movies and they got this idea to make porno movies. It's like in their mind they're creating some kind of art. The thing is, though, they only make the movies for their own video library. They don't sell them or use them to make money so it's doubtful anyone will ever see them."

"Really? That's a relief."

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

"So how is it those two can haul all that equipment into that motel and not arouse suspicion, Jamie? Man, they gotta take all that shit by the pool. It must be busy all the time."

He smiled. "It's supposed to be a big secret but I knew it from the start because I did some construction work there. Frank owns the motel and room sixteen is like his private room. No one ever uses it but him and Homer for their movies."

"What about the maids, the manager? Don't they wonder?"

"They're all a bunch of illegal aliens that worship Frank because he doesn't turn 'em in. Hell, he even helps them get citizenship, does all kinds of shit for them. They'd probably kill for him. Except for room sixteen the place runs like a nice family beach motel."

We'd both finished our milkshakes and Jamie was watching me.

"You're hungry, Brad. I can see it. You've been eyeing every Big Mac and Quarter Pounder that's come past us."

I nodded and he patted my arm.

"Stay right here. What do you want?"

I smiled. "One of everything?"

He laughed and walked to the counter. When he came back to the table a few minutes later his tray was piled with hamburgers and fries, chicken nuggets, pie, probably two of everything on the menu.

"Eat up," he grinned. "I'm a little hungry, too, so I'll have a chicken sandwich if you can spare it."

"Thanks, Jamie. I really appreciate this. It's been awhile since I met someone here that I didn't feel like was trying to fleece me of everything I've got."

"Well, you're in good hands. That's me, Sir Galahad to the rescue. Now about your money, you got a bank, Brad?"

I nodded, my mouth stuffed with fries.

"Is it near here?"

"Yeah," I choked out.

"How about I take you by there and you deposit your money? Then I'm gonna go by my bank and do the same. It's not wise to be toting around a lot of cash in this town."

"That'd be great, Jamie. Thanks."

He smiled at me, what seemed to me to be a caring smile. He seemed almost tender and protective toward me, my big tough guy.

"Jamie? Is that your real name? Jamie?"

He rolled his eyes and groaned.

"I go by Jamie but my name's really James, James Bond."

I looked at him like he was lying, like I didn't believe him and he grinned.

"Yep, that's me, Jamie Bond. My mother thought it was just too cute for words. She named me after her father, he was a James, too, and since my father's last name was Bond, I got to deal with all the jokes my whole life. You know, have I seen M lately? What's my mission? A fun bunch of shit, trust me. Of course I could have had it much worse. Some of the names on kids are unbelievable."

"I don't know, I guess I just figured it was a fake name because Frank told me to use a fake name."

Jamie nodded. "Yeah, Frank's really protective that way, tries to look out for his 'stars'. No, I didn't even think of using another name, stupid me. Frank already knew me from some work I had done on his house. Plus, I was in jail with Homer when Frank bailed us both out. Homer had gotten arrested for sucking dick in a public bathroom and he's lucky Frank didn't just ditch him. But they already knew my name and I guess they just think about it either since their movies are all private."

"Wait. They told me their names weren't really Frank and Homer."

He grinned. "They lied. Frank said they tried to use phony names when they first started but neither one of them could keep from slipping up and using their real names so they just gave it up. They're really Frank and Homer. They pay good, outrageously good, and they only do a movie every two or three months, so they kind of stay off the radar of their competition and the police. That and none of their movies have ever been sold. People who know about them just look on them as a couple of old queens getting their jollies. No one's ever gotten hurt, there are absolutely no drugs or weird shit, so the cops that do know just look the other way. They've got too much real crime to investigate without messing with him and a horde of Jew lawyers."

He must've seen the question in my eyes because he laughed.

"Yeah, they're both Jewish. Man, where are you from, Brad? You act like you've never seen a Jew. This is L.A., dude. The only place on earth you'll find more Jews is New York City and Israel. I'm a Jew. My mother was Jewish and my father was Episcopalian. He never went in a church in his life except when he was baptized and when he was buried. Mom was more religious than Dad, we went to temple sometimes but I haven't been since I left home."

I looked at him and smiled. There was so much more to him than I knew. I mean, how much could I know about him really? It's not like licking his asshole gave me insight into his religion.

"My name's not Brad. It's David and I come from Hazlehurst, Mississippi. I've only visited once since I left and I wish I never had to go back. I had such dreams. I was going to be a big star and everyone else thought so, too. It's even in my high school yearbook; the next Elvis Presley."

He laughed. "David, huh? Well, it'll take me some getting used to. After all, the best sex I've ever had came from a guy named Brad. Maybe David can improve on his record, burn his name into my memory."

His eyes were dancing again and he licked his lips with his tongue in what could only be described as bordering on the obscene.

"Maybe David can if you let him. I can promise you David's got a lot more going for him than Brad."

He sort of air kissed me from across the table and I heard a hiss from the table next to ours. I looked over to see two middle aged women looking at us scornfully.

"Why don't you two fags get a room somewhere? We've had just about enough of your queer talk!"

Jamie laughed at them.

"Umm, that would be a no. In fact I just might fuck him right here on this table."

He took my hand and kissed it, sucking on my fingers while the two of them spluttered.

"Let's go," he said.

We stood up and as I turned to go he pulled me to him. We were right in front of the two women as he took me in his arms and kissed me. I felt his hand groping my crotch. I was out of breath when he stopped. We put what was left of the food in the bags to take with us.

"Now, let's go," he grinned.

You could have heard a pin drop in McDonald's as everyone watched us. In something of a daze, I let Jamie lead me outside.

"Can you believe that?"

He just grinned. "Don't worry about it. So what about moving in with me?"

"Yeah. About moving in with you Jamie, I've got no money other than what I've made today. I've only got a couple of changes of clothes and a few other things in the bus station locker. I really like you but you and I both know the three thousand won't last long and I don't want to be your personal charity case. You've got kids to think of."




Becoming a Star



"You let me worry about that. If you aren't repulsed by the idea, if you'd rather live in a cheap motel, I can't stop you. But I really like you, Brad...David. I enjoy your company and I think we'd get along well together. I've got all those empty bedrooms in the house. Please consider it. I'd like the company."

He was so sincere, so kind to me I couldn't refuse.

"Okay, I'll stay with you. And I really appreciate it, Jamie. And any time you want me to leave you only have to say the word. I never want to be a burden to you or get in your way or be a...."

"Shut up," he laughed. "Let's get out of here."

Jamie had parked his car in the McDonald's parking lot, a white Toyota Corona, not new but only a couple of years old. It was clean and the inside was impeccable. He was a man who kept his car up. That was a good sign. Most of my life I'd washed and detailed my parent's cars every Saturday afternoon. He took me by the bus station and I retrieved my duffel bag. We went to my bank which surprisingly also turned out to be his bank. He made me deposit all but fifty dollars of my three thousand in my account, insisting I probably wouldn't even need that right away. We drove into a nice subdivision only a few blocks from the bank and pulled into the driveway of a nice Mexican ranch style home, brick and adobe, painted white and brown.

"Man, this is a really beautiful home, Jamie! From the way you were talking before I'd have never believed you'd live in a place like this."

He laughed. "Yeah, well, it's paid for and Sherrie didn't want it, thank God, because she left me for a rich producer. They live in Bel Air so she thinks of this place as some kind of white trash shack now. I'd be doing okay if it wasn't for the child support being set so high. Any little extra expense and I'm in over my head. And now that the support is automatically deducted from my regular pay it doesn't leave me any wiggle room."

We got out of the car and walked to the door. When I went inside I was stunned. It was a really nice home but home was the operative word. Nice overstuffed furniture, nothing looked new, a large living room that opened into a dining room on one end, a long wood paneled hallway on the other.

"It's beautiful, Jamie. I can't thank you enough. It sort of reminds me of my parent's home in a way."

"Good. I inherited it from my parents. I grew up here."

He patted me on the head playfully.

"Now let's find you a room so you can stow your stuff."

"Oh yeah, I've got so much to stow," I laughed.

We walked down the hallway and stopped at two open doors opposite each other. Both were nice bedrooms, one decorated in blue and the other in green. I could see a door leading into a white tiled bathroom for each room.

"Your choice," Jamie smiled. "The other two rooms down the hall are for my children. The boys have one room and the girls have the other. You can see the hallway opens into a den and that door on the other side is the master bedroom."

The house was much bigger inside that I'd realized from the outside. He could see my hesitation.

"If I were you I'd choose the green one. It's on the back side of the house and looks out over the pool. If you take the blue one your view is the street and the driveway."

"Then green it is."

I walked in the room and put my duffel bag on the floor.

"Why don't you get another shower and wash room sixteen of you while I do the same thing? Then we can watch TV in the den. There's a good ice hockey game coming on in a couple of hours. If you'd prefer I've got a lot of movies, too."

I looked at him and grinned back.

"No porn. At least not in the den. Remember I've got kids. That's all the ammunition I'd need to give Sherrie to be back in court."

"Right, okay, well I guess I'll go get that shower."

I wanted to take a shower with him but he wasn't offering.

He talked to me as he walked away and I watched his ass. "I think you'll find everything you need already in your bathroom but if you don't then go to the den. There's a walk in closet and it's got everything in it, towels, sheets, you name it."

As he got to his door he turned to me.

"Hey, when you take your bath and come out to the den it's okay if you want to hang out in your underwear. It's what I do here by myself at home." He grinned. "That is if you won't be offended."

He laughed and walked into his room, closing the door behind him. I walked into the green room and stripped off my clothes. The bathroom was nice, all white with green leaves patterned into the tiles. There was a walk-in shower with a shower nozzle on a metal hose. As I took a hot shower I thought of Jamie in his shower, naked and wet, and I wanted him, but I knew I had to leave this all up to him. He wanted me as a roommate. If he'd have wanted me as a sexual partner he'd have asked me to share his own bedroom with him. I dried off and put on my old gym shorts and a tee shirt.

Barefoot, I walked to the den. I passed the other two bedrooms, their doors open. Both had twin beds with a desk between them, one room decorated in yellow and blue with the other in yellow and pink. The rooms were neat but I could tell his children had been there recently and came often. The closet door of the girls' room was open and I could see dresses and other clothes, shoes on the floor, and a Barbie doll in a box. In the boys' room a book lay open on one of the beds and there was a cage with a colorful green parakeet in it busily pecking a mirror on the cage wall.

Past the children's rooms I entered the den. Comfortable with dark brown leather couches and chairs, there was a pool table at one end with a stocked bar area that covered the end wall. There was the door that he'd said opened into a storage closet. One wall was devoted to an entertainment center with a huge wide screen television attached to the wall, the requisite VCR and stereo equipment beneath it. A long low mahogany shelf ran the entire length of the wall with several doors to cabinets beneath the shelf. The shelf was covered with photographs of family members, of him from his childhood and on through until a recent photo of him with some handsome man at the beach. It was incredible to me; this was Jamie Bond, the man I hadn't imagined. His bedroom door was still closed so I decided to explore the other end of the house.

I walked back to the living room. It was beautiful with a mixture of two brown leather couches and two couches of with white linen splashed with a red rose pattern, all of the couches overstuffed and comfortable, the four couches arranged in a square facing each other, the same arrangement as my parent's living room. Sliding glass doors led out to the pool, a white cement deck with a blue tiled pool roughly in the shape of an eight.

I walked on into the dining room where a long mahogany table sat twelve with a huge cut class bowl with huge red silk roses in it sat in the center. A chandelier hung above it, wide and close to the ceiling, not some huge overpowering thing. A large glass fronted matching mahogany cabinet was against the wall filled with elegant china and a silver tea set. Either Jamie had exquisite taste or someone else did.

I walked through a swinging door into the kitchen and it was what I'd suddenly come to expect from Jamie. Spotlessly clean, white tiled with a red rose pattern, all white appliances, and cabinets with glass doors filled with mostly black and white cooking dishes. I opened a door and it was a pantry filled with cans and boxes. We wouldn't starve.

I walked through the only other door in the kitchen into what had evidently been a two car garage at one time when the driveway came to the back of the house. I knew from our parking in front of the house that it no longer was a garage, now there was a wooden fence closing off the back part of the house for the pool area. As with everything the former garage was neat and well organized. I could see into a laundry room while the garage itself was a storage room/play room. Fishing rods lay in gun racks, lawn equipment and pool supplies filled one corner in front of one of the rear twin garage doors, clear hard plastic boxes were filled with everything from toys to books and god knows what else, all arranged neatly on white metal shelves. Several woodworking machines were in the center of the garage and one wall had all sorts of tools hanging on it, most of which I didn't even recognize. In front of the second garage door, opposite the lawn equipment, were stacks of different types of wood, in varying sizes and shapes. So Jamie liked to do woodwork.

"I see you've discovered my hobby."

I jumped, surprised at his voice behind me. I turned to see him wearing only white cotton boxers, sexy with damp hair, and that wicked grin on his face again, eyes dancing with laughter.

"I'm sorry," I said sheepishly. "I didn't mean to plunder. I just wanted to see your home."

"And I wanted you to. After all, it's going to be your home now, too."

He pulled me to him and held me close, kissing the top of my head. I felt my penis responding.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's incredible, Jamie. You're rich. I can't believe all this."

He laughed. "Far from rich. I've got this house but no money. You know what the real estate prices are like in L.A. now? If you don't, they're fucking ridiculous. A piece of shit condo out here will cost you a quarter of a million dollars to buy it. My dad was a doctor and got this house before I was born. My divorce wiped me out; the only reason I didn't get stuck with alimony is because she left me for a millionaire. Still, I've got child support payments for four kids for the next twenty years." 

I whistled in surprise.

"Have you thought about just selling the house and going somewhere smaller?"

"I've lived here my whole life. My parents died before I got married so when we got divorced this house was my property before the marriage; otherwise, I could have lost it. Now let's go to the den and watch hockey."

We walked back to the other end of the house and sat on the couch. He pulled a remote from under a cushion and found the game.

"It's a really nice place, Jamie. I'm honored you'd let me stay here after only knowing me this afternoon only."

He kissed my hand. "Well, we did some things this afternoon that let us get to know each other a bit better than most people do on their first date."

I giggled. "I'll say. Did you know you've got a really cute pink asshole?"

He smirked. "I've been told that once or twice."

I playfully hit his head. "Yeah, I'll bet you have. Anyway, you've got a fantastic ass."

"Man you went from macho straight to gay lover boy in record time, don't you think?"

"Yeah, well that monster cock of yours had a lot to do with it!"

"Is that all I am to you, a big cock?" he grinned.

"Nah, you've got pretty good legs, too."

"Eat shit and die."

We teased each other, flirting, my first time doing that with a guy, but Jamie was an incredibly sexy guy and I was enjoying myself like never before. I knew how the beautiful girls I'd flirted with in the past must have felt. We sat on opposite ends of the couch; sort of half reclining, leaning on the arms of the couch. We both had our legs on the couch and our feet touched. He tickled mine with is toes.

"Why are you so far away?" I teased. "I won't bite."

He cleared his throat. "You know David, I really like you. It's like you've cast a spell over me."

"You calling me a witch?"

He snickered. "I think the correct term's a warlock."

"Screw you."

"Is that what you want?"

I kicked his leg and he grabbed my foot. Then he got serious.

"Look, David, today was your first time with a man. You were pretty pissed off when you found out the movie wasn't just of you masturbating. I'd really like you to stay with me so I don't want to push things that maybe you'll regret later."

I lay down on the couch and pushed my foot in his face.

"What if I want you to push it? I'm a big boy."

He pushed my foot hard with his hand.

"You mean like this?" he laughed.

"No. Like this."

I put my toes on his lips. He sucked them into his mouth and then began to kiss my foot, licking it, and then kissing up my leg, pulling at the soft curls with his teeth. I sucked in my breath hard. My cock was hard as a rock.

"If you keep this up you're going to have to fuck me again."

"Mmmmmm. Sounds good to me," he grinned.

He kissed down to my crotch and then kissed my cock through my shorts. I wanted more but he pushed my shirt up and kissed my stomach and chest, sucked my nipples, and then kissed my lips. He pushed my arms up and his lips dove into my armpits, his tongue licking and his teeth softly chewing on the curls there. He laid down on me, his body covering mine, and I wrapped my legs around his naked back. I could feel the hardness of his erection next my own. He kissed my face and then pulled back, looking me in the eyes gently. His hand played with my hair.

"I'm thirty five years old, David. You're what, eighteen, nineteen? I won't take advantage of you. It's bad enough that you came here with your dreams and ended up making a porno in order to eat. Unfortunately it happens to a lot of the people who come here looking for stardom. You can just thank your lucky stars it was Homer who found you. Some of the porn guys are total criminals, into drug trafficking and prostitution, all kinds of shit. A lot of kids end up dead."

I felt like I was ready to ejaculate in my shorts what with his cock pressed next to mine, and I could feel his balls, one on each side of my cock.

"You've got me so horny I can barely breathe. And now you want to talk about my acting career?" I joked.

Jamie didn't smile. "You're a beautiful man, David, more beautiful than you know. I can see why Homer and Frank wanted you. I know their type. I'm their type, too. They like straight men, no fluffy pansies for them."

"Yeah, I get it. I was scared as hell. I didn't know what to do, wasn't even sure what two guys really did together in bed. And now you've made me a pro."

I ground my crotch against his and I felt his balls move against my cock. The hockey game going full steam but the steam I felt was Jamie.

"So, are you even eighteen?"

I grinned. "Twenty three; I told them nineteen but I'm twenty three. Sorry to disappoint you but I'm not a twink anymore."

"I never thought you were and that's not what attracted me to you anyway. Now let me take these clothes off you, such as they are," he laughed.

He stripped us both naked and then pushed my legs up to my chest. He knelt beside the couch and I watched as he kissed my ass. Then he started licking at my asshole, his tongue pressing against the opening, and I was lost in the ecstasy of his lovemaking. My cock ached to explode but he squeezed it tight between his thumb and forefinger while flicking my balls with other fingers, hard enough to end my erection. He reached over pulled a tube of lubricant from the end table. I felt the coldness of it as he squirted onto my asshole. He pushed his finger inside me, then another and another before lubing his own cock. He sat down.

"Come on, sit on my cock."

I did as he asked. I straddled his legs and slowly lowered myself onto his erection. He slid into me much easier than before and within seconds I felt my ass resting on his lap, my balls in his pubic hair.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good," he said softly, his voice husky and deep.

I started to fuck him, his cock sliding in and out of me as I bounced on him, his hands on my buttocks helping to push me up and down, my cock flopping between us, slapping back and forth between our stomachs. Jamie pulled my face to his and his lips pressed against mine, his tongue entered my mouth, and the kiss began, all of his passion in it as I rode his cock, sliding it completely out of me and then impaling myself on it again, hard, over and over again. I felt my orgasm begin and I felt it all over my body. My skin tingled and burned, my asshole muscles went crazy squeezing his cock, followed by the blasting of my cum all over our chests, as if my testicles had detonated an explosion. I cried out almost in agony as the muscles of my entire body contracted and I could barely breathe.

Within seconds, Jamie's orgasm began and he pulled me close to him as he pumped into me like a jackhammer. I felt the contractions of his cock with every shot of his semen as he ejaculated. Finally I collapsed into him and we buried our faces into each other's neck. I don't know how long we slept but I awakened to his kissing my neck.

"Oh, my god, Jamie," I whispered. "That was the best sex I've ever had."

He nipped at my earlobe with his teeth.

"I don't think I can stand it if you sleep in the green room. Leave your things in there for appearances but stay in my room," he said softly.

I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"Tell me you love me," I teased.

"I love you," he grinned. "And I think we've set a world record for romance. Now, how about Chinese for dinner?"

"Hmmmmm. You didn't tell me your cock is Chinese."

He laughed and we fell over onto the couch, naked bodies entwined, both cocks erect again.