3 comments/ 12851 views/ 8 favorites When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 01 By: FangsAnarchy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edited by: Tangent Joker ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Will it hurt?" Antonio tilted his head to look up into Parker's brown eyes. His lover was sporting a good amount of dark blonde scruff on his otherwise boyish face. It wasn't in honor of this month being November but rather because they couldn't afford razors and shaving cream. It was a luxury that did not take priority over the already scarce food or the all-inclusive rent which was set at $985.00 a month. He was enjoying the longer hair, though, and even thought the more bleached hair having grown out was attractive. Antonio was just fearful of pain. He knew Parker wouldn't even be asking if they weren't desperate. Parker wanted to lie and tell Antonio everything would be alright. He wanted to be on this bus heading to a fun date like they used to in high school. Before they both got into massive amounts of student debt, before the grants ran dry and before they had to break their backs to earn $5.85 an hour forty hours a week. Parker would have settled with being able to tell his lover that he would do it by himself. Last month they had been somewhat ok. They still had some grant money and life savings left. He, of course, assumed that finding a better or second job would be relatively easy. Last month Parker had donated plasma on his own, twice a week every week like clockwork. He told Antonio that he felt good about giving and hell if it helped pay the bills then it was a win-win. They were almost halfway through with their junior year, which meant the struggles would be temporary if they were able to find jobs right out of college. Parker had worked and saved while he waited for Antonio to finish High School. He had wanted to make sure they would have enough to not have to work through school and had wanted to go at the same time as his lover. The first time he gave plasma, he had taken the bus to the collection center on his own. From what he found on the internet, this place was supposed to be clean. It was the one that currently paid the most. He had wanted to ask a real live person the same question Antonio was asking him now. "Would it hurt?" The website had two females of different races smiling on the homepage. They had little quotes about how rewarding giving plasma was. It hadn't said anything about the pain, or the state of desperation that the donor was likely in. It hadn't mentioned the humiliation at selling your body, or the encompassing chill you felt afterwards. He had only given up some of his plasma and yet it had left him with a feeling of emptiness. Parker walked off the bus alone and afraid. He wasn't that familiar with the city yet. Charlotte wasn't a huge city but he hadn't grown up in the area. Of course he had been to the city, but it wasn't the same as living in it. When you visited the city, you went to the metropolitan areas like the South Park mall. You might go to a museum. You certainly didn't walk from the bus stop to sell part of your body to pay bills. Charlotte had never felt like a dangerous place before. When he was alone, and heading to the plasma collection center, Parker was suddenly very aware of his smaller size. Being 5'5" had never been a problem, but alone in the bad part of the city it made him easy prey. He could easily have been confused with a lost high schooler instead of the twenty-three year old that he was. It was unnerving to think how vulnerable he likely looked to the city's predators. The walk from the bus stop to the collecttion center had seemed to take years even though it was only a few blocks away. The dilapidated building didn't look the same way as it did in the photo on the website. That building had looked clean and the people all looked happy. It made him think it would be the same experience as giving blood in high school. Parker soon realized that was very wrong. The floors of the building were dirty and had dust bunnies and hair in clumps congregating in the corners. The florescent lights flickered in some parts and were completely out in others. He felt almost intoxicated by the smell of medical grade cleaners. He signed his name to be examined and tested and looked at the rows of blue chairs. He couldn't help but to think that the chairs in the bus stop had been nicer. He was silent and didn't realize he was shaking a little as he sat next to a man who definitely wasn't smiling like the clean females in the picture. He watched the guy rocking in his chair, grabbing his pants and then letting them go. He was muttering something under his breath and Parker tried not to pay attention. He didn't want to know what the fidgeting man was saying. Of course as he sat there and watched people come and go, the words of the person eventually reached his ears. "They don't think I can do it. Yeah um they don't think I can but um... Yeah I got a knife. Yeah I'll kill 'em. I can do it. They don't think I can but I can yeah. Ummm I can.. yeah." Parker felt sick to his stomach. He should have brought a book or headphones or something. October weather in Charlotte was unpredictable and so Parker hadn't worn a jacket. He sat next to the muttering man shivering. Why was this place so cold? They weighed him, asked about his lip piercing and asked if he had any others. Parker shook his head no and then was asked to lie back. It didn't hurt that bad. It was no more than giving blood. He squeezed the little blue ball and thought of Antonio. He wanted to be anywhere but in that room. He was dazed and his arm felt sore. He was selling a piece of himself. The physical pain wasn't bad. It was the thought of how low he had fallen. They couldn't ask his grandmother for money. It was money she didn't have and would likely have been distraught that she couldn't get. Parker's grandmother was the only family he and Antonio had. Parker laced his fingers between Antonio's. He kissed his lover's tan fingertips and realized his jeans were needing to be pulled up more often this week. "It's just until we get on our feet. When we graduate, it will all be worth it and in the meantime we keep looking for better jobs." He ran his fingers through Antonio's silky black hair and looked into his too trusting doe brown eyes. If the city had made Parker look small, it would have swallowed his smaller, less self assured lover, Antonio. Antonio pressed his body against Parker's side, knowing that as long as Parker was with him nothing all that bad would ever happen. The bus stopped and Parker collected their papers. He stepped out into the chilled city air and was thankful Parker had made him wear a jacket. Parker was always right. When Antonio had been sixteen he had fallen for the bad boy senior. Parker had been his first relationship, though Antonio had always known he was gay. Everyone had insisted that Parker would only break his heart, but Antonio had known better. He had seen the gentleness in Parker's eyes and felt the love early in the relationship. Maybe he had been naïve in thinking, after three months, they would last forever. Antonio had insisted on telling his parents because he knew Parker was the one. Parker had argued and even threatened to leave Antonio if he told. Parker had been so sure Antonio's parents wouldn't understand and Parker was always right. Antonio's parents were very conservative, and already had a problem with the fact that their son didn't exhibit the right machismo. Being gay was just the last disappointment. They had given him ten minutes to pack and leave their lives forever. Parker remembered holding Antonio as he cried. He remembered the first birthday his parents missed and first Christmas. Antonio had assumed it would all blow over. They were his parents. They had to love him. Thankfully, he wasn't waiting by the phone for a call that would never come anymore. Antonio had accepted that that part of his life was over. He still kept childhood photos and kept up with Mexican culture when he could. His Spanish was leaving him due to lack of use but he worked at it when he could. The walk to the dreaded building felt shorter this time. He wasn't sure if it was because he had been rushing them to get Antonio out of the city and away from the dangerous people or because he had been walking the same speed but he didn't want to reach his destination. His heart hammered in his chest knowing what he was walking into. No matter how much Parker had prepared for today, he still couldn't make himself be alright with it. It was the same feeling he got every time he watched Bambi's mother walk out into the field before she was shot by hunters. It ended the way he thought but he hated the ending despite its predictability. Antonio's innocence being taken; it was something he couldn't take back. Parker rounded the last corner and looked at the building, happy it didn't look as dirty as he remembered. It had only taken ten minutes to get here from their apartment. Parker wished it had taken hours. "I love you." It was all he could think to say to his lover. He knew Antonio was afraid of the pain, and Parker hated himself for having to ask him to do this. He hadn't answered Antonio's question and knew his lover was guessing that meant it would be painful. He shifted the file with their documents to his left hand and tucked their water bottle under his arm. The door took some effort to open, as though even the building knew his innocent Antonio shouldn't be selling himself. The building was still as cold inside as Parker had remembered. He sat Antonio down and kissed him, making sure his earphones were in. He had been paranoid about Antonio thinking too much about where he was or, worse, hearing another unstable person talking. Parker briefly wondered if the man had been allowed to donate or if he had stayed in that chair all day just rocking. He waited for Antonio to turn on the music and smiled hearing the familiar Reggaeton pulsing rhythm came from the headphones. He signed them in and knew they would be called in separately. He cradled Antonio against his body and played with his hair. A clean looking man in a suit kept staring at them. His lover was called first and he tapped Antonio. "I'll be right here when I get done. Ok? Just put your headphones back in and wait for me. You do what they tell you with the saline and remember the people you are helping." He gave Antonio a kiss "It doesn't hurt, it just makes you feel cold." He offered a weak smile and watched his lover walk into the exam room. He would have to go through the same question process that Parker got to skip this time. He glared at the man in the suit and shivered, pulling his jacket closer to his body. ~*~*~*~ Hayden sat in his tight jeans and yellow Pokemon T-shirt smiling at the camera. He was happy to be here. There was nothing else in the world that he would want to do to make a living. "Tell us your name," Jason Somones, the overweight cameraman, instructed. You would think with all the naked boys he filmed, he would eventually be desensitized to them. This boy, though, was special. He looked like every teenage wet dream. He could have easily been on the cover of one of those teeny bopper magazines. He couldn't help himself. Hayden was beautiful and he openly admired the newest star. If he ended up being more than just a pretty face, he would go far. His dark black hair had that boyish bowl cut that seemed to be coming back in style and his dark brown eyes reminded you of a naive St. Bernard puppy. Yeah, this kid would certainly make money in twink porn. He would probably have a huge following even if all he did was sit there. The innocent face and his nubile body would get him far in the industry. Jason was already comparing him to the stars of the day that he could spoof. The first one that came to mind was that awful High School Musical thing that seemed to have been made popular overnight. He could pass for that Effron guy, or he could go the other way and spoof the My Chemical Romance singer. He looked innocent and young enough to be considered barely legal, and yet the way he was grinning and wiggling made him likeable to the not so perverted as well. Whoever had found this guy had done well. He was perfect. "My name is Tar." He smiled and squirmed on the bed, enjoying the attention no matter from where he got it. His clothes felt like a straightjacket. He wanted to be the center of attention; to know that hundreds of thousands of men were drooling over him and cumming just for him. The more people he could captivate, the more power he had. Jason glanced over at his bio card and noticed Hayden's porn name would be Tar. How original. His last name was a thing so, therefore, made a good porn name. A lot of porn stars, or their managers, had employed that trick for coming up with a stage name. It was pretty common in the industry to pick a name that lacked creativity. If your first name or last name made one think of something, that ended up being your name. Or they would pick a star that you resembled or even a Disney character. He had seen a boy go by "Snow White" before. Sometimes they weren't that cheesy. A star could just pick a real sounding name that wasn't their name and go by that. He almost thought to suggest something different, but "Tar" has said his name with such eagerness that he didn't have the heart to tell the kid it was stupid. "How old are you, sweetheart?" Jason asked, knowing his voice would likely be edited out. He hoped it would, anyway, since he detected a lustful quiver in his voice. If Wells thought he was being unprofessional, especially with this beautiful new exclusive, he would be fired for sure. "Last week was my 18th birthday." Tar bit his lip, trying to rein in some of his enthusiasm. He didn't consider that going by his last name was unoriginal. He wanted to be as real as possible and some of his dad's friends had called him that. It just fit for him. He was already used to responding to his surname. "So, you have never been filmed before?" The cameraman asked. His cock was already swelling rapidly in his pants, making sitting uncomfortable. He knew that the adorable twink would soon be shedding his clothing and he couldn't wait to see what was underneath. God damned Wells's rule about being professional. He wasn't permitted to touch the stars. He could only look. Tar paused and considered telling the truth. He had been told to sell it; that his year contract with this company hinged on his ability to sell it. The viewers wanted innocence and kink and it was up to Tar to find the perfect balance. He was allowed to reveal his secret fetish for BDSM but telling the camera crew the truth about his filming career wouldn't go over well. No one watching porn wanted to think about how the over-sexed teen got into porn in the first place. They didn't want to hear about his broken childhood or the fact that he had been making tapes like this since he was seven. No, they just wanted to think that he was pure as the driven snow and just had a healthy curiosity for kinky sex. Tar was smart enough to know what lies to tell to make himself more desirable. "No, I've never done anything like this before." He averted his flirtatious gaze, as though he were a bit shy. He needed to sell the good boy gone bad image that would sell memberships and exclusive DVDs. The producer could have asked him to pull off being a fluffy pink unicorn and Tar would have tried his best. He wanted to be in porn. Ever since he had discovered porn, when he was thirteen, he had wanted to be in porn. He had, of course, researched and researched all the different companies and had picked The Twink Next Door because they had a good array of side sites that he could film with. He had seen a few of the "models," as they were called for this site, and a few had caught his attention. Not to mention this site seemed to want him the most. They had agreed to fly him all the way from New Jersey and agreed to put him up in a hotel until his checks from the scenes added up enough to get him an apartment. Tar already felt at home even though he had only been in the south for a few days. Tar had agreed to be an exclusive for the parent film company for a year. For an entire year, the company would own him. They would have him tested and fucked anyway that they thought would sell films. If they wanted him to play a cowboy, he would have to. If they said he had to take four men at once, then he would take four at once. If they said to pierce this, or tattoo that, then he would. Tar was their sex doll to play with and for the most part he was happy with that. He was a little put off by being tied down to one type of porn and one set of filmers but the money was good and they promised him he would get plenty of variety. "Can you take your shirt off for me, sweetheart, and let us see your adorable body?" The cameraman asked. He only hoped that the pale skin would be unmarred by tattoos or hair. The only piercing listed was the tongue stud and under tattoos was the word none. The cameraman knew from experience that sometimes the forms were outdated and he could only hope the feisty little thing was as innocent looking out of his clothing as he was in them. Tar, of course, did not disappoint. The smile on his face brightened and the Pikachu shirt came off. He ran his hands down his pale stomach which was hairless and void of any piercings or tattoos. He looked every bit as innocent as he was pretending to be. He gave a soft kitten like moan as he played with his nipples, pinching them so they would peak. Tar sucked in a breath of air, enjoying finally being able to put on a show. This was what he was good at and what had come for. He was born to be in porn. He looked his body over some more, lowering his eyes more and then looked back at the camera again giving another nervous laugh. He was acting as though he didn't know the effect he was having on the videographer. The rotund male was panting as he watched the wanton display. He couldn't hold back any longer. He needed to see more. "Now the pants, and tell us what sort of naughty kinks you have as you are doing it. Tell us about your cock before we see it." Tar's ego swelled. He could now clearly see the outline of the cameraman's cock. It meant he was attractive, and wanted Now, it even meant a pay check and independence. "Yes, sir." Tar looked at the camera, holding eye contact for a moment and licking his lower lip so that his tongue stud was visible. He was teasing his viewer, wanting them to picture his lips and tongue on more sinful body parts. He knew what the viewers wanted to see, even if they didn't know themselves. Tar liked to play with himself. Of course, being watched while doing something that was supposed to be kept private was also a turn on. Not that orgasms had really ever been a private thing. He hadn't cum since this morning and was now in a desperate state of needing release. "I guess I'm kinda average sized," he said, pulling out his already hard member. He gave it a few teasing strokes, thumbing his sensitive tip. For his size, he was definitely not considered average. Tar was a pretty small guy and, with a healthy almost eight inch cock, he was large for his size but average in the porn world and he knew that. He wouldn't get attention for having the best dick or even because he was the perfect looking twink. Tar knew the amount of attention he would get, and the amount of job security he would have, would depend on his ability to turn people on. He had to, as Steven Wells put it, sell it. He leaned back on the bed, thinking how cliché it was to have an almost childlike bedspread. The bed smelled of sex and had likely been used in many different sessions. It was, after all, in the house of the site's owner. He briefly wondered if he would do anything a little more entertaining in this bed in the future. The headboard would be the perfect place to tie his wrists. Tar had recognized the bed from a few of the movies he had watched and wondered how many people's cum he was now rolling in. When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 01 The ceiling was outfitted with light that wasn't too harsh, likely because it didn't make things too difficult on the lighting people. Tar pushed up using his heels to slip his jeans and boxers over his porn perfect bottom and lifted his legs in the air giving a teasing view of his hole. He scooted back and nestled against the overly plush pillows. They were probably used to film twin pillow fights which, of course, would only lead to sex. "I'm really hoping while I'm here at The Twink Next Door, that I can explore bondage. I've always been interested in a big sexy guy slapping me around a little bit," he admitted, giving a small visible shiver as he said it. He wanted his viewer to imagine being the one that would tie him up. Tar dipped his fingers into his body and gave a little moan for the camera. He reached for the blue tube of lube that was conveniently sitting on the cheap white bedside table and drizzled it between his cheeks. "I guess I have kinda naughty thoughts, sometimes." Tar held his legs open and moved two fingers into his body, opening himself up for the viewing pleasure of his soon to be fans. He moaned a little and looked at the camera again, letting the viewer know this show was for them. His other hand teased his nipples, pinching them and rolling them, causing pinpricks of pleasure to dance around his core like ribbons around a maypole. Eventually, the sinful ribbons became tangled and sent heat through his body. Tar reached under the pillow for the toy he had been told would be there. A generous amount of lube was squirted onto the purple silicone toy. Tar groaned as if the large peinis shaped toy were causing him a bit of pain. He made sure to keep his slender legs open, letting everyone see as he pleasured himself. Tar's mouth fell open as the toy filled him. He stroked his cock and continued to moan with an open mouth. His hand slipped off a few times but Tar was relentless with himself. He groaned and panted without shame, looking into the camera. He wanted his viewer to see how much pleasure he took from knowing they were watching. His eyebrows creased as his balls became tight. He was being strangled by his pleasure. Tar's toes started to flex and he shifted, feeling the toy drive deeper and deeper. His hand moved to fuck himself harder and he choked on his pleasure, throwing his head back and painting his stomach with his own release. The milky spunk splashed on his chest, clinging to his body. Tar leaned back, again, still moving the toy. He removed it slowly, and replaced it with his fingers. Tar hated sudden emptiness and he always coaxed himself down from an orgasm high. He couldn't keep from smiling. Tar knew he had done well. He licked his lips again and noticed the cameraman, very unprofessionally, came in his pants. Tar swiped some cum off of his stomach and popped the finger in his mouth. He snaked his tongue around it and sighed, "Mmm." He bit his lip and waited for the red light to turn off so he could go clean up. ~*~*~*~ "So what do you want to do after graduation?" It was a fair question, and one that Brian Thomas had been hearing often. What would he do after high school, after he entered the real world? Sure, Brian had been the starting quarterback all four years of high school, but he didn't have the grades to get into any of the colleges that had offered him a scholarship. Fuck school. Brian honestly didn't plan on going to college even if he did get in. He couldn't make a career out of football, and it was just four plus years of procrastination. What Brian really wanted to do, in the real world, was to entertain. Somehow, though, even with his limited intellect Brian knew that telling people he wanted to be a porn star or maybe an actor wouldn't go over well. The only person he had told about his ambitions after graduation was his girlfriend, Mindy. He could trust Mindy. So what if they had the cliché romance of being high school sweethearts who dated for four years and planned to get married. Mindy understood. Hell, she wanted to do the same thing. Well maybe not exactly the same. Mindy wanted to be the next Kim Kardashian, someone everyone knew and loved to hate. She would settle for being the next Holly Madison, or Jenna Jameson. She didn't want to be the next Alexis Texas, someone who you only knew if you watched porn or were in the industry. No, Mindy was going to make it big and be mainstream. Brian smiled as he watched Mindy come out of room 127. She had a heavy Biology book balanced in her left arm which Brian quickly took because he was, after all, a southern gentleman. Damn, Mindy looked good today. Her beautiful blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail, exposing her tanned neck. Her eyes were lined and shadowed to perfectly compliment her bright blue eyes. He didn't know all the work she put into her face but he knew that, with or without makeup, Mindy was hot as hell. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Brian on his cheek, pleased that he had done a good job shaving this morning. "Hey faggot," she whispered in his ear. It was their new private joke. "Hey slut," he whispered back. Mindy's smile only grew as she snuggled against Brian's side to walk down the hall. "You know, I was thinking maybe our 'thing' could be to do 'not brother and sister stuff.' You know, because we look so much alike... We could be related." Mindy chose her words carefully, to make sure no one listening would know what they were talking about. "We don't look alike," Brian countered. So they had the same hair color and eye color. It didn't make them a convincing brother and sister in his mind. "Yeah, well, I figured it was better than the alternative." Brian nodded in agreement, but he knew the facts. Guys didn't make as much doing straight porn. Faceless good looking men with a good body, and who were willing to fuck a ton of hot women were a dime a dozen. The real money was if he agreed to be gay for pay. He figured he could just close his eyes and pretend he was fucking a girl. Mindy had been the one to do all the research. She was smart and planned before she made a move. They didn't have the money to go to California, so Mindy had found Brian a company in Charlotte that would pay well and a company for herself that would fly her out for a scene in LA. It didn't pay much of anything but Mindy didn't need the money. She needed the exposure and the trip to LA so she could network. The company she had found for Brian would work with him until he was comfortable doing gay porn. They said he could be a top and not have to worry about sucking dick or anything nasty like that. They were all set to start their climb to fame. ~*~*~*~ He was almost done. Parker's eyes checked the collection container once more, wishing his body would pump the plasma out faster. All he could picture was Antonio holding his bag of saline and shivering in the cold alone. Parker was panicked. What if his mp3 player had died? What if someone was harassing him? What if it hadn't gone well and Antonio was in pain or needed other medical attention? "Thank you Mr. St. Claire if you could just take this slip to the lady up front for payment." The nurse seemed to care less about her job and thrust his little bag at him. She was wanting to hurry him out so she could harvest the next batch of plasma. Not that Parker minded being hurried. His mind was racing as the woman processed his papers and pushed his meager compensation at him. Parker grabbed it and walked back to the waiting room. The hair on the back of his neck bristled. Antonio's eyes were red and swollen from crying. His headphones hung around his neck and the vulture in the suit was hunched over Antonio. Parker didn't think. He stormed across the room and shoved the suit away. "Leave him alone," he growled, noticing the suit was easily a good 10 inches taller. The obese security guard in the corner moved waiting to see if Parker and the suit would get into an altercation and make him do his job. Luckily for him, Antonio intervened. "Parker, it's ok. Mr. Wells was just talking to me. He saw me crying and wanted to make me feel better." The suit held a hand up to the security guard, indicating all was well. "Hey, Parker. I'm Steven Wells." The man offered his hand. Parker put his body between his lover and the vulture. He ignored the words and softened as he turned to Antonio. "What happened babe? Why are you so upset?" Parker watched Antonio pull into a tighter ball. His eyes looked at the ground and Parker knew from experience that this meant his boyfriend was feeling guilty. "They wouldn't let me donate," Antonio whispered. "So I was just telling him it wasn't a big deal and offered to help," Steven said from behind Parker. He was ignored, though, and Parker tilted Antonio's chin up and kissed him gently. He wasn't mad. He could never be mad at Antonio for that. "It's alright. We will figure something out. Why did they say no?" "Because he recently got a tattoo," Steven answered, again not giving the lovers privacy. Antonio looked down again. He shouldn't have gotten the tattoo in the first place. They really hadn't had the money to spare but Parker had insisted that if that was what Antonio wanted for his twenty-first birthday then that was what he should get. "We will figure it out," Parker repeated, taking Antonio's hand and ready to lead him home. He was almost relieved that his lover hadn't been tainted. "I think I might be able to help," Steven offered again. He didn't want to make Parker angry but he had come here looking for a few new guys. Wells had learned that desperate people were more likely to do things they wouldn't normally do, and if you were desperate enough to sell plasma in the scummy part of Charlotte, you were usually desperate enough to do other things. For the first time since shoving him, Parker took notice of the suit. "How?" he asked skeptically. The man smiled. He had Parker now. Antonio was cute and everything but Parker had the look that Steven Wells needed. "I own a production company and we are always looking for new talent." He smiled and opened his wallet pulling out a business card and a fifty dollar bill. The card read The Twink Next Door. "Here is my card which has my cellphone number and our website, if you want to see what we are about." He handed both to Parker. "Hope to hear from you." The suit smiled and left the lovers alone. He knew Parker would call. There was too much desperation in his eyes for him not to call. ~*~*~*~ He was the favorite. His sweet southern accent and endearing southern charm. He was the most watched boy on the site, with flaming locks of auburn hair, ivory skin, and eyes of emerald green. It was how he was given his stripper name of Joe-Lean. Joel, his given name, had graduated high school with no prospects for a job and no desire to continue schooling. Joel had auditioned at a gay strip club. It was a small hole in the wall club but was a rare place and so when Twink Next Door had been looking for boys, they had gone to that club looking at the best dancers. Steven Wells had seen Joel and knew he had to have him. Joel had started dancing as soon as he was legal and was in porn less than a year later. For the past two years, he had been the most viewed twink star and everyone in the industry knew his name. He pressed his slender body against the man in front of him, and curved his back so he could grind his perfectly shaped ass against the one behind him. Joel could feel a soft tug on his left snake bite, as the other drizzled lube between his cheeks. He was filming with two of his favorite co-stars today, and the thought of being replaced was far from his mind. Joel ran his hands up Rosco's muscular back as he moaned in appreciation of Theo's fingers opening him up. The open-mouthed moan gave Rosco what he wanted, and he slipped his tongue into Joel's mouth. Joel nipped the invading tongue but allowed his mouth to be claimed. He was what the industry referred to as a hopeless bottom. There was not a dominating bone in his body. Joel looked as breakable as fine china between the two muscular males. His pale skin contrasted him against his two friends. Joel broke the kiss, knowing where this scene was supposed to get to. He was too excited to wait and let it play out slowly. He kissed down Rosco's warm espresso colored chest. He sucked on the large male's neck and nipped his collar bone. Theo added another thick finger. Joel opened his legs a little more knowing Theo was well hung and he wanted to please his partner. Rosco backed up on the bed a little, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at the choice to film in such a dull looking room. It could be any room in any discount hotel, which was exactly where they were filming today. TTND didn't like to re-use the same rooms too many times if they could help it. Just the same, Rosco wished there was a little more imagination instead of just a threesome on a bed in a hotel room. He guided Joel's mouth to his thick cock and watched the sinful tongue tease his slit. "Fuck baby, yeah you lick my fuckin' dick," he growled, running his fingers through Joel's hair. It was the perfect length for tugging and Rosco gave it a good hard tug eliciting a moan from the masochistic twink. "Open that fucking mouth." Theo grabbed Joel's jaw in his large hand and gave the younger male's face a slap. Joel loved when they were rough and he opened his mouth as he was asked. He felt Rosco's thick shaft forced between his lips and he gagged for the camera as the member pushed in further, gliding past his hard palate and into his throat with a little pop. Taking the cue from Rosco that the scene was moving forward, Theo slapped Joel's ass. "You like sucking that dick?" he prompted, knowing that Joel couldn't answer with his throat full of Rosco. He pried Joel's legs apart and pushed into him. Theo admired the contrast between their skin tones. Theo was just a slight bit darker than Rosco and just as big. Joel rocked back and forth between his two friends. He loved having two big cocks all to himself. He reached between his legs to stroke his cock. He wouldn't need much encouraging to get off. Joel felt their bare cocks sawing in and out of his lithe body. He could feel every raw vein as the two beautiful beings moved in and out of him. He knew they were clean and safe. The site made them all get tested before filming anything that didn't involve condoms. He was free to enjoy the feeling of his two on screen lovers rewarding him with their spunk. Rosco pulled his hair more and it sent a wave of pleasure down his body that Theo quickly sent back with a slap on his ass. He was close and he could tell by their pace and grunts that they were, too. He stroked faster, sucked harder, and flexed his ass muscles. Joel worked hard to make it look good, and it would be hot for the camera if they all came at once. He whimpered around the cock in his mouth and heard both of his partners grunting as they pushed into him and shuddered. Joel came all over the bedspread and himself. Rosco pulled out of his mouth, still holding him by his hair. He waited for Joel to lick his cock clean until it softened and he shared a kiss with Theo, waiting to break until the director told them they were good. ~*~*~*~ "I'm sorry, I didn't know he was a porn guy," Antonio said as soon as they were out of earshot. He didn't know the proper word for Steven but it hadn't seemed like that big of a deal. Steven had been dressed nicely and had smiled warmly. Clearly, he couldn't have been too slimy when he looked so clean. Parker had pocketed both the money and the card. "I know, babe. At least now we have enough to pay us up on the rent and we can do a little grocery shopping, now, since we have extra." "We have extra?" Antonio asked excitedly. Parker nodded. "Yeah, I thought you would only be getting twenty five today since it is your first time but that creep gave you double. We should save some of it for next month, though. We can get some more groceries to take back to the apartment." Parker had only been a little short on the bills this month so he had planned to get more ramen noodles with the leftover. Antonio slipped his hand into Parker's. Everything would be alright now. Parker would make it alright and come up with another solution since he couldn't donate. He trusted his lover to make sure everything would always be ok. The whole bus ride to the store, Antonio and Parker couldn't stop thinking about food. When they finally reached the store, their stomachs felt emptier. "Now just because we have it doesn't mean we need to spend it," Parker cautioned knowing they had to be smart with the extra, because next month was going to be just as hard. "Just pick one treat you really want and then we will just get our usual and a pack of meat." Parker almost drooled at the thought of having real meat again. Antonio nodded in understanding as his mind tried to decide which special thing he most wanted. He was debating between sweet and salty things. Everything just sounded so good right now and knowing he was going to be able to take something home just made rational thinking harder. Parker, on the other hand, was concerned with what could easily be carried from the bus stop in their bags which they had been asked to leave at the front desk. Of course he got the usual rice and ramen enough for each of them to have a meal three times a day until Parker could donate again. Then he picked up the usual filler items. Canned beans and tuna for protein. Cold stuff came next. Parker picked up a bag of frozen peas. Peas were more dense but canned vegetables, he knew, didn't have the same nutritional value. He selected a small thing of full fat milk as well. It was what they usually lived on. Now, though, he was able to add meat to the rotation. He had been wrestling with either getting a tube of ground beef or a pack of chicken legs. When they reached the meat section, Parker's face lit up. They had tagged some beef with two mark down stickers and there were chicken thighs on sale which were more meat than the legs. This meant they could afford both and even after Antonio's pick of treat they would still have some money left. Antonio had selected a large pack of gummy bears, which put them further under budget since Parker had budgeted eight dollars for Antonio's snack. "Are you sure we can get all this?" Antonio asked, eyeing the chicken hungrily. He could already imagine having chicken and rice for dinner. Real chicken, not that crap in the can they had been eating. "Yes, but this has to last alright? Don't eat all those gummy bears in one night." "I won't. I promise." Antonio popped a red one in his mouth. He had almost forgotten how good candy tasted. When they got back to the apartment and all the groceries had been put away, Antonio said he wanted to make a special dinner. They still had most of the seasonings that Antonio liked to cook with on hand, which was a good thing because Parker said they couldn't afford to buy more once those ran out. Parker decided while his lover was making dinner that he would look for jobs again. They were sharing a laptop but it had been deemed a necessity for school and thus could not be sold to pay the bills. Parker pulled the change and grocery receipt out of his pocket and with it came Steven Wells' business card. It was the first job offer he had received in months. He just stared at it, hating himself for even considering this was an option. Was selling your plasma really that big of a jump from letting someone tape you having sex? Was porn really as bad as prostitution? He rolled these questions around in his mind, and checked to see how many minutes were left on the shared pay as you go phone. Seventy three minutes, and Parker knew that his grandmother would call tomorrow and talk to both he and Antonio. She couldn't know they were having money problems. He didn't want her to worry. When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 01 He needed to do this. Donating wouldn't be enough forever. "Hello?" The smiling voice came through the phone. "Hey, this is Parker... Um, from the plasma center." Steven smiled. If Parker was calling the same day he had been given the card then there was no doubt in Steven's mind that Parker would be filming by next week. "Hello, Parker." ~*~*~*~ It was over. His life as high school golden boy was over. He had walked across the stage flipped his tassel and tossed his hat. He and Mindy had started moving boxes into a Rock Hill apartment where they told their parents they would be living. Brain said he had gotten a job with Time Warner Cable and Mindy had said she was still looking. Their parents didn't really care that their children didn't plan to go to school, but Brian assumed they would freak out if they found out they were doing porn. Mindy came up behind Brian noiselessly as he was staring out at their patio. "You ready for your big day tomorrow, faggot?" She teased him to take the sting out of the word he may end up hearing if people in the area watched. Charlotte wasn't that far out of where they had grown up all their lives. Brian felt Mindy's breasts pushing against his back. She was perfect in every way. "Yeah. You ready for your big trip next week, slut?" Mindy squeezed him tighter, wishing he could come with her. "Yeah." Brian had always been her rock. She could be bold and smart and creative because of him. Every time she jumped, she would either make it to the other side or Brian would catch her. Going to LA alone was jumping without her safety net. She ran her hands down his sculpted chest. She never understood why girls these days seemed to like the less muscular guys. Brain was what her friends always called a meat head. They had told her over and over how he wasn't really that attractive and she could do better. She didn't want some guy like Noah from the Notebook. She wanted Brian. Mindy's hands slid up his shirt, feeling the ridges of his perfectly sculpted abs. She changed direction and slipped her hands into his pants. "Make love to me?" she asked, stroking his already awakening member. "I want you to remember I'm the one you are coming home to tomorrow." She wasn't worried about Brian suddenly falling in love with a guy or anything. They had watched quite a bit of gay porn together to get him ready and it never did anything for him. She had tried blowing him as he watched so, when the day came, he could get it up but he ended up focusing on her and tuning the movie out. "Alright, but I can't cum," he bit his tongue not looking forward to tomorrow. "There is no way in hell I'll be able to get it up tomorrow if I cum tonight." ~*~*~*~ "Did you hear about the new guy?" Dayton asked Joel after a scene involving a shower. Dayton's slender fingers traced down Joel's stomach stopping to play with the ring in his navel. "There is a new guy every week. I don't have time to keep up with all of them," Joel leaned in and kissed Dayton. The scene was over, but he didn't want to move from the shower yet and Dayton never seemed to mind a little after filming fooling around. Dayton returned the kiss, running his hands over Joel's ribs. He never understood what all the fuss was about. Joel was hot and all but Dayton had never been one to drool over the porn superstar. He mindlessly thumbed the dermal piercings on Joel's hips. Hell, if Joel wasn't such a good fuck then he would probably have refused to be with him. Dayton wasn't really into twinks, even though he was one. He preferred the bigger guys and Joel refused to top. "Yeah, well, this new exclusive is hot, even if he is a twink." Joel stopped the kiss and stared into Dayton's eye. His friend hated the twink type, and if he was saying one was hot... "I bet he is vanilla." He tried but was not able to hide the jealousy creeping up his spine and bleeding into his already green eyes. Dayton laughed, he knew he was upsetting Joel but it was too fun to not watch him seethe. "Nope, they are calling him the new Resident Kink. The guy will do anything." Dayton smirked as he said anything and leaned in to continue kissing. He knew he had sent Joel's mind into overdrive since that was his title. It was cruel but when Joel thought he had something to prove, he gave the best head in the industry. Dayton watched Joel's nostrils flare in annoyance. He waited a few moments and decided Joel needed some extra goading. "I bet he gives amazing head. I mean I heard he practices and can deep throat anyone's pole. And he has a tongue piercing." Joel was too smart to not know he was being used. Dayton liked getting head best and if he could talk you into sucking him off he would. Usually Joel would have resisted, but he didn't want his friend strengthening the rumor that he was going to be replaced. Usually Joel was really nice to the new ones when he met them. He did his best to make them feel welcomed. Then, of course, he made sure they knew their place. If you tried to be better than him, he would rip your heart out and watch you writhe in your own blood on the floor. He would just have to become friends with this Hayden Tar person and make sure he knew that he would never be any better than a distant number two. God help the new guy if he thought he could compete with Joel. He would make sure this Tar person knew it would only hurt himself in the end. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you so much to my editor and friend Tangent Joker for helping me through all the rough parts of this story. I would not have written it without an editor I trusted and respected. You have improved my writing greatly and have inspired me to write again, and with more dedication than I ever had before. I appreciate all the rambling you allowed me to do and the comments and criticism that made this a much better story. I hope you as readers enjoy this new story. It is very different than AU, but I feel like this story is more me. I should be getting chapters out quickly as long as school doesn't pile up. As always, comments and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 02 Edited By: Tangent Joker Parker felt naked. He had on low rise jeans, and a Nirvana T-shirt, but despite his complete state of dress he felt naked. Worse than feeling so exposed, he felt as though he was about to be scolded. He was standing in the principal's office, butt ass naked and about to be expelled. Of course, he wasn't in high school about to be expelled. Instead, Parker was standing in the middle of what looked to be a typical office. There were white walls with a few pornographic posters on them. In the center of the room was a huge dark wood lawyerly looking desk which looked out of place amongst the rest of the cheap furniture. There were two houseplants on the desk which looked like they needed a bit of watering. Across from the desk was the door, and two chairs that looked a lot less comfortable than the expensive black office chair on the other side of the intimidating desk. He shifted his weight from foot to foot ready to be told he could go home. Today was Parker's second day at the studio and, two failed solo sessions later, he was thinking that he didn't have what it took to be in this industry. How difficult was it to masturbate and do it in a visually appealing way? He had committed one of his most private acts on camera twice and knew it wasn't good enough. Parker looked at the one erotic poster. It was of a very skinny redhead being fucked from behind by a set of wide dark hips. The redhead was attractive, but no one compared to his Antonio. Steven Wells walked through the door, a stupid warm smile on his face. That was it. Parker was just going to tell this guy to fuck off and continue looking for another real job. If Wells had made a mistake in giving him his card then that was his problem. Parker would just demand to be paid for the two solo sessions and then go. "So," Steven started sitting down at the desk, "Have you squared everything away with payroll?" Steven gestured to the chairs indicating Parker should sit. Parker nodded "Yeah, they have my information for the checks," Parker said flatly. "Good, good. Well it seems you aren't very talented when you are by yourself, are you?" "No," Parker grit his teeth and was happy he was standing. It would make it easier to exit with some form of dignity when Steven told him he wasn't what they were looking for. "Please sit down. We have a lot to go over and your standing is making me nervous. Now we need to think of a screen name for you. Did you have anything in mind?" He hadn't been prepared for that. Parker pulled out one of the black office chairs and sat. He was speechless and had almost missed the chair. "I thought, I thought that you were going to fire me." Steven laughed. "Of course I'm not firing you. I'd like to make you an offer to be one of our exclusives. See, I like to film our boys without condoms and the safest way to do that is to test regularly and to make sure there is a contract that prevents you from engaging in unsafe behavior when it can be avoided." "I was horrible," Parker said still not trusting that Steven did, in fact, want him to stay. Maybe he hadn't seen the tapes yet. "Most men can't beat off attractively. It is a skill few possess. I'll pay you for them and keep them for my records. I like the Q&A portion of those tapes, myself. Anyway, you don't need to be talented. I can just have one of my tops do the work and make you look good." "I'm uhh..." Parker blushed all over. He was sure that even his ears had turned red. "I'm a top." "Even better, it's the bottoms that really make the scene. Now, do you have a preference in partner type? We don't really have many Hispanic boys, but I think we have a few that are on a scene by scene basis." Parker thought about that for a little while. He had been honest with Antonio about what he was doing for money but the thought of having to pick a boy to cheat on his lover with just made it feel dirtier. He glanced at the poster with the redhead on it again. "I mean, he is pretty good looking." Steven twisted in his desk and smiled as he looked at Joel's face twisted in a moment of pleasure. "Yeah? His name is Joel and he is a favorite around here." Steven's lips pursed on the side of his mouth as he thought. "Tell you what, why don't we try you with the new guy? If it goes well and you prove you can be a top I'll set you up to do a scene with Joel." Parker didn't want to tell Steven that he could care less who the bottom was. He was just looking for an answer to his type so that he didn't have to tell Steven Wells the truth. He felt dirty for being here and felt like such a piece of shit for cheating on Antonio for money. "That's fine." Steven smiled again, indicating he had gotten his way. Parker wondered if the reason Steven was always smiling so brightly was because he got his way all of the time. "Good. Now, Parker all we need to do is come up with a name for you. Did you have any in mind?" Parker shook his head no. He hadn't considered he needed to rename himself. "Well that is fine. I was going to suggest calling you Peter Parker but you don't really look like the tights wearing type," Steven let his eyes wander over Parker. They rested on the silver lettering on his black T-shirt. "You are a fan of Nirvana?" "Yeah," Parker pulled the shirt away from his body and looked down at the writing. "What if we call you Curt Kobain? CK instead of KC." Parker wrinkled his nose. He thought it was disrespectful to have the porn star name of someone who was no longer living. "I don't know, isn't that kinda disrespectful?" "Of course not! We have a few boys who had picked names after their favorite past rock stars. They just alter the lettering a little bit. You look like the young version of him anyway. The name fits. Do you have a better solution?" Steven knew Parker didn't and he was soon smiling again, this time a bit brighter. "That's what I thought," Steven Wells had gotten his way again. He always did. ******* "We are gonna try and pair you with a more effeminate guy. In the past, we have found it tends to help the 'straight' ones warm up to being on screen with another guy," Ben, one of the other camera guys used air quotes as he talked to the ex-high school football star. "I am straight," Brian defended. Ben laughed "Yeah, alright. Well we have a nice little fem lined up for you. So how this works is he is gonna come in as though this is the locker room. He is going to pretend to be some little doe eyed innocent college freshman who is lost. You are the university football star and you are horny. You didn't have time to do your pregame stroke session and so you are all keyed up after the game. You can be as rough as you want, Riley likes it rough and so do the viewers." Brian nodded in understanding. "Alright. So we are going to the local gym then?" "Yeah, we rented out their locker room for the scene." ******* It felt like he was trying to talk through a puddle of mud. Antonio looked down at his French homework, thinking he should have cheated and taken Spanish. It was stupid that he was required to take two years of a foreign language that he would never use. "Psst." Antonio looked up, seeing Anna smiling at him. He cocked his head in confusion, wondering what she wanted his attention for. He was surprised when she waved for him to join her. The library was usually dead on the weekends, so it was strange to see someone from one of his classes. Not to mention it was strange to see another Spanish speaking person on campus at all. He gathered his things from the computer pod and headed over to a small wooden table tucked into one of the curving window walls. "Are you having troubled with Cheng's homework, too?" she asked, raking her fingers through her long black hair in order to fluff it up a little. If Antonio had been straight like his parents had hoped, Anna would have been the type of girl he would go for. She had a beautiful round face with eyes as dark as his own. "Yeah, makes me think I should have taken Spanish." He smiled at her. They had never been friends or anything but would smile in acknowledgement when passing each other on campus. "You too?" She purred in a heavy Mexican accent. It reminded Antonio of his mom's voice. "Yeah, pensé que estaba solo." The pair slipped in and out of Spanish easily, and finished their homework in much less time than it would have taken if they had done it alone. It made Antonio feel good to have someone to speak Spanish with, who shared his culture. He wished he hadn't been too shy to talk to her before. "Where is tu novio?" She asked recalling that Antonio seemed to always have a grungy blonde bodyguard with him. Anna thought they were rather cute, always holding hands when they walked. "Parker? He is working and I didn't want to be home alone all day. I figured I could get this done and then work on my research paper," Antonio hoped Anna wouldn't ask what Parker did. He wasn't ashamed of Parker giving that creep from the donation center a call, but Parker had asked for him not to tell anyone. They hadn't really talked about Parker's new employment. Parker had told him he was looking into it, and then that he was doing it. He had given a long speech about how they needed to be stable and it would be worth it soon. Parker had promised it would be meaningless and told Antonio that he would love only him. There really wasn't any other option than for Antonio to say he was ok with it. Parker took care of things, and he knew what was best. If Parker said this was best than Antonio would believe him. Thankfully, Anna didn't ask about his employment. "So you are solo all day?" she asked mixing Spanish with English. Antonio nodded. "Yeah, until he comes to get me at five." Anna had to bite her tongue to keep from smiling at Antonio like he was a cute little pomchi puppy. "So, we can go have lunch together." She pulled on Antonio's arm and he reluctantly gathered his things. "I'll sit with you but I packed a lunch." Antonio knew they didn't have the money to waste on campus food. He pulled a container which contained black beans and rice out of his back pack. "Come on, I'll treat. I hate sitting by myself and I would feel like a cow eating fast-food if you are eating that." ******* Parker sat in the on-site living room. Jason had suggested he take one of the other new guys over the arm of the couch. They were going to start the scene playing video games and then Parker was supposed to initiate action. He couldn't help but to be nervous. Parker had wanted to see who he was filming with today, and had showed Antonio Tar's solo session. The other guy was clearly talented, and much younger. Tar reminded him of Antonio in an odd way, which only made things worse. He looked so beautiful and innocent. He had the same lost puppy look that Antonio had had the day his parents had kicked him out. "He isn't bad, I guess," Antonio said moving under Parker's arm. He didn't like the idea of Parker doing some other guy, but he knew Parker's heart wouldn't be in it. He could already see the apprehension in his lover's eyes. "What is his name again?" "He goes by Tar." "Like the stuff on the streets? That's a really stupid porn name," Antonio wrinkled his nose watching the slutty male get off on tape. That had been just last night, and yet it felt like it had been days ago. Parker had emailed the email address he had been given for 'Tar' wanting to talk a little before they started filming. They had agreed to meet up half an hour early in the living room set. This room was at least a little better than the other ones he had seen the other boys film in. A couch provided a somewhat different array of positions. The floor was covered in boring beige carpet. There was a TV against the wall opposite the couch, and even a houseplant in the corner. It could have been any living room in America, but Parker assumed that was the idea. He looked at the clock hanging to his left. His filming partner was five minutes later than the time they had agreed on. He heard a bang on the door that made him jump. It sounded like someone had tripped into the closed door. He got up just as a boy in low rise jeans and a Yoshi shirt came in. "Hey handsome," Tar panted as though he had been running to get to the set. "Sorry, I lost track of time." Parker nodded. Seeing Tar in a solo session by himself, and having Tar right in front of him was two entirely different things. He tried to introduce himself, but his mouth had gone dry from the nerves. He pulled at his own jeans, wanting to do something with his hands that would distract from the fact that he was shaking. He should just leave, go home to Antonio and forget this whole idea. "First time?" Tar asked sitting down on the black leather sofa. He wiggled back into it, and then shifted around a bit trying to get comfortable. He was still grinning from ear to ear, and Parker noticed he had a bit of an accent. He hadn't noticed it in the solo film. Tar's warm demeanor convinced Parker to sit back down. The first scene had to be the hardest. He would get through today and then take Antonio out for dinner with his paycheck. A small splurge that they could afford now thanks to his infidelity. This was for Antonio, Parker reminded himself as he tried to force words from his being. "Yeah, you?" he asked, hoping unreasonably that Tar was also inexperienced. "Nah, I'm kinda a slut. Don't worry. I'll help you through it. I mean you are a top so essentially all you have to do is move your hips," Tar sucked on his lower lip and made loud moaning noises as he humped the air and then laughed. "See, easy." He was trying to feel Parker out, and figure out how to help with the nerves. Parker exhaled and even smiled a little as he settled back into the couch. It occurred to him that Tar was already making him less nervous by being comical about what was about to happen. Of all the ways Tar could have made this better he had managed to read Parker perfectly. "Yeah, I guess it is pretty easy." Tar nodded in agreement. "Yeah, the only hard part is you have to um be hard." He glanced towards Parker's groin. "Let me help you a little, alright? You aren't Parker anymore. You are what was it? Curt?" "Yeah, they think I look like Kurt Cobain." "Well, Kurt Cobain is single and very, very, horny all the time. When you film, you become someone else. You put on a mask and that person isn't you." Tar didn't want to bring up Parker's boyfriend in case it upset him and killed the mood. He needed a way for Parker to not think of this as cheating. Parker watched Tar move closer to him, and he decided not to move away. Hell, they were about to be naked and fucking on camera in a few minutes so he may as well let Tar warm him up. "I just want to make Curt feel good. It's like masturbating with help." Tar kissed Parker's neck and felt a small bit of pride when his filming partner's breath hitched. "I'm so hot right now," Tar whispered against Parker's ear before running the tip of his tongue along the outer crest. "I've been so bad. You are going to have to spank me." Parker closed his eyes. He had never been into spanking before, but quickly adopted the kink as something his alter ego would enjoy. His breath was becoming shallow as Tar gave little teasing touches. Somehow they had gone from innocent talking to lustful petting. Sensing Parker was gone, Tar slipped into his lap. He sat straddling his new playmate, facing him. "Curt?" He asked in a breathy whisper. "Hmm?" It was all Parker could get out. His jeans felt tight and the outline of his cock was being rubbed by Tar's perfect bottom. Tar's nosed touched noses with Curt, breathing in the warm exhaled breath. He had planned to kiss him, but sensed that kissing was something Parker would want to keep for his lover. He was a little disappointed by the revelation, but didn't allow it to bother him. Instead, he kissed Curt's neck, careful not to leave any marks. He squirmed a little more, giving Curt's now hard cock some more friction. "Will you touch me?" Curt nodded and slid his hands up Tar's shirt, eliciting a soft moan from those teasing lips. Just then, the door unlatched and Jason, flanked by two lackies, entered. "Well, I see you two are comfortable." Tar pulled back and got off of Curt's lap. He could tell by the devouring eyes of the blonde that he had succeeded in making him comfortable enough. He leaned forward, allowing his jeans to pull over his ass and looked over his shoulder, pleased that his partner was looking. He handed Curt a controller and sat between his legs with Curt still on the couch. "Filming," Jason announced, knowing that neither participant really had lines. They would just edit it from where it got interesting. Tar leaned back a little, pressing his head into Curt's lap. He rubbed his chin on the hard rod to keep his new friend in the mood. Now all Curt had to do was come up with some clever way to initiate sex. He had been told by Jason that Tar liked it rough, and the viewers liked a lot of touching. With Tar's head in his lap, he did what came naturally. He was on autopilot. Curt ran his hands through Tar's dark black hair, noticing it was a lot softer than he thought it would be. He heard a small groan of encouragement from Tar. "You like that?" he asked, moving to Tar's neck. "It's cheating. I can't focus on the game." Tar looked up into Curt's eyes. "It's mean to tease." Curt watched Tar's lips turn into a pout. If he had really been playing a game, his eyes wouldn't have been off the screen so long. Curt reached out, a little unsure and touched those sinful lips, his action was rewarded as Tar opened his mouth and sucked the finger into his mouth. Curt felt Tar's tongue ensnare his finger. The tongue stud running along the underside of his finger instantly made his mind consider where else that trick would feel good. He watched as Tar sucked the entire finger into his mouth, the breath from his nose unfurling over the back of his hand. His lips parted as a small sound of pleasure escaped him. He watched as victory flared behind those dark doe eyes. In that instant, Tar's innocence faded and he found himself reflected in those magnetic pools. Tar moaned somewhere deep in the back of his throat. The vibrations traveled through Curt's finger through his core like an electric spark to his cock. He moaned in appreciation of the promised future sensations. "Who said I was teasing you?" The corners of Tar's mouth pulled up into a grin. He pulled off of Curt's cock, moving to a more desirable oral occupation. He abandoned the game completely and kissed Curt's already hard shaft. His skilled fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on Curt's jeans. Knowing his shoes would get in the way of his pants coming off easily, Curt kicked them off. He lifted his hips so the jeans could come off and he watched his boxers go with them. He grabbed fistfuls of Tar's hair and pulled his face against his cock. The other twink obliged, and licked Curt's balls. He lapped at the heavy orbs with the broad of his tongue, using his tongue stud to put pressure between them so each could be worshiped as its own entity. He felt fingers in his hair, sending a prickling heat down his spine, and moaned with pleasure. "Curt, I want to taste you," he purred asking for permission to satisfy his oral fixation. His hair was tugged harder as he was pulled to the tip of Curt's cock. He eyed it hungrily, a drop of pre-cum already beading up at the slit. Tar's tongue lolled out as he collected the drop on his tongue. He swirled his tongue around the flared out edges of Curt's head, allowing him and Jason's camera to catch a glimpse of his tongue piercing. When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 02 He captured the throbbing head with his lips and moved down the entire shaft. Tar used the tip of his tongue to trace each raised vein, encouraging blood to run to the sensitive flesh. Curt opened his legs further, wanting more of that mouth on him. He almost fell off the couch it felt so good. His legs felt weak. "Fuck, Tar... fuck." His mouth was now completely open. He didn't think a mouth could feel that good. "Yeah, you suck that fucking cock." It was more lewd than what Jason was looking for, but the sexual tension in the room was too good to redirect. He let it flow through the two males, and felt his own cock stiffen. Damn that Tar. He had turned the stiff, awkward, Parker into a sex kitten. Tar took a deep breath and swallowed Curt's entire cock. His nose nestled against Curt's body. He swallowed and gagged, feeling his throat constrict and his stomach revolt in protest of being forced to not empty its contents. Curt was completely lost to pleasure. "Ffffuck... oh fuck," he panted, forgetting that Tar might need to come up for air. He felt his cock being pulled deeper and deeper into Tar's body each time he swallowed and gagged. He felt protesting hands pushing at his thighs as Tar reminded him that he needed air. Curt instantly let go, and was about to apologize when he noticed the cocky Cheshire grin on Tar's face. "I need you inside of me," Tar coughed, moving the scene back onto the track of where it was supposed to go. Curt forcefully gripped Tar's chin, forcing him to look up. Tar was giving him something that Antonio never would. He would never be so forceful with someone he cared about. It just felt too damn good to deny the eroticism of being with someone that didn't matter. "Take your fuckin' clothes off, slut," he growled, sounding very unlike himself. Tar jumped up. It had been an entire week since he had had an actual person fucking him. Ever since he came down from Jersey. He had already made sure he was cleaned and opened for his filming partner. He rolled his shirt over his head and thrust his pants and boxers at the floor, allowing his shoes to come off in the tangled mess that was his clothes. He pulled Curt's naked body against his own, grinding against the larger male's thigh. He wanted to kiss him, but settled for nipping his neck. It was enough to cause Curt to groan, but he was careful not to mark what wasn't his. "Get your ass over the couch." Tar kissed Curt's collarbone and moved to where he had been directed. His body was draped over the arm that wasn't obstructed by a side table. He arched his back, showing the ridges of his spine, turning his head over his shoulder to allow Jason to get a shot of his face. He wanted his viewers to know how turned on he really was. His eyes had a doped up quality to them as he followed Curt's movements, before turning to face the other direction. He whimpered as some cold lube was drizzled between his rounded cheeks. "Fuck me, Curt," he bated. Curt grabbed his shoulders and pushed into Tar. Despite his alleged whore ways, the twink was surprisingly tight. He felt Tar dip his hips and pushed back, pulling him deeper. He gripped Tar's shoulders and bucked into him, asserting his dominance. "You like that?" he asked, delivering an open-handed smack to the perfectly sculpted ass. "Yes, oh yes, harder! Fuck me harder," Tar demanded. That was all it took. Curt slammed into him, grinding Tar's erection against his own body and the leather couch. He didn't care much for the other's pleasure and just took what he wanted. He was too keyed up to even consider that the other male had needs as well. This neglect didn't bother Tar. "Harder, fuck yes... yes... yes... right there... fuck" His words slowly disintegrated into moaning gibberish as his prostate was battered against. He knew Curt didn't know what he was doing and so Tar adjusted his hips accordingly. He was going to take pleasure from this as well. Each thrust drove the pair closer to the edge. Their chorus of moans and panting filled the room, with the occasional slapping sound of their bodies joining or Curt's hand punishing Tar's ass. Curt managed to drag the thrusting out for a full fifteen minute scene before he spilled his seed deep into Tar. He felt the slender body writhe in pleasure beneath him as his hot cum filled his needy hole. Curt slumped over Tar, panting, as he slowly came back into his own skin. He knew they needed to wrap this up before guilt set in. He pulled out, and side stepped a bit to allow Jason a shot of Tar's used ass. Tar reached behind him. He further exposed himself as he pulled his cheeks apart, allowing his audience to appreciate his most intimate parts. "And scene." Jason said once a good bit of Parker's cum had dripped out of Tar's ass and dripped down his thighs. "You boys can go shower. That was fantastic." Jason hurriedly handed them each a moist towel and a dry towel to clean up so they could walk to the shower without making too much of a mess. The cameramen followed Jason as he walked stiffly out of the filming room. Tar swiped his finger through his own cum on his chest and pulled it into his mouth. He had been conditioned to enjoy the tangy flavor. Parker had to fight the urge to not wrinkle his nose in disgust. He didn't want to look down on Tar's odd habits, especially since he had been the one to make this job possible. "Thank you." Parker blushed a little, he felt suddenly very naked in front of what he hoped to be his new friend. "I wouldn't have been able to um..." Parker made a sweeping gesture to the cum covered arm of the couch. "Don't mention it. I know it helps to be someone else. I think that is why most porn stars have porn names anyway." He shrugged and wiped his ass free of the remaining cum so he could wiggle back into his jeans. "Yeah, it makes sense. I usually don't do stuff like that. So Tar is your porn name, what is your real name?" "Hayden, but people have always called me Tar." "Oh." Parker wasn't sure what to do now. They were both fully clothed again and Tar was just staring at him and smiling. "I um..." "You wanna go shower and then get a cup of coffee or something? I'm new in town and if you aren't busy I'd like it if we could be friends." Thankfully, Tar had known just what needed to be said once again. He had saved Parker from looking like a stiff idiot on film, and had now saved him from being a stuttering idiot after filming. He looked at the clock and felt more guilt set in. It was already four, and he needed to leave to go get Antonio from school. "I'd like to, but I can't. I have to go get my boyfriend from school. Rain check?" Tar's smiled never faltered, even though his hope at finding a friend had been crushed like a fragile butterfly under the feet of a marching infantry. "Yeah, that's fine." He gave Parker a reassuring smile that everything was fine. "Well you have my email." Tar shrugged and walked out first, heading towards the shower room alone. ******* Jason slipped into one of the private relief rooms. "Damn it," he growled, sitting down on the plastic covered chair. He was no stranger to Steven's relief rooms, since he often was aroused by what he was filming, but Tar was making his job very difficult. Every time that boy popped into his head, Jason had to slip into a relief room to keep himself professional. He wouldn't be in here long. His cock was pulsing angrily beneath his black denim pants. Jason unceremoniously fished his thick cock out of his pants. He couldn't close his hands around the impressive girth, but other than his thickness there wasn't much to stroke. He manipulated the extra skin on his shaft that had not been taken from him at birth, and teased his own sensitive head. The cameraman's face twisted with pleasure and he grabbed a paper towel, shooting a pungent glob of cum into it. Jason lay there for a moment panting before pulling up his pants and discarding the mess. The next set of boys wouldn't be nearly as pleasurable to film. ******* Brian had been worried when the site didn't call him back right away. He and Mindy had sent in the application to be a model months ago. He had assumed that they didn't want him. Most of the guys on that site were small and slender. A few of them looked bigger, older, and hairier. Brian didn't fit either of those images. He had been looking into other options when The Twink Next Door called him in. Apparently, they did need a few muscular looking guys here and there. Now all that was left was to get it up. It had been a problem. Every time he looked at gay porn it was an instant boner kill. He had tried looking at the more feminine guys and that seemed to help a bit. Thankfully, Mindy had gotten him worked up this morning. Mindy had driven him into Charlotte and wished him luck. This had to work. He had to make a name for himself in gay porn so he could graduate to straight porn. If he could graduate to straight porn, it would open doors for him. This had to go well. "You'll be filming with Riley today." Jason moved to set up the cameras. He hated filming scenes in this room. The lighting was too harsh, the walls too white, and the space too big. He looked at the blonde haired blue eyed cliché sitting on the weight bench. He was the typical gay for pay guy the site hired on. No one would be watching him anyway. "If you could just remove your shirt and start benching. Is that too much weight for you, big guy?" He asked with a condescending snort. Brian shook his head eyeing the two big disks. Usually he added more than that, but with his nerves and possibly having to bench for a long time until the scene got going it was better just to keep the weight manageable. There was a knock on the door and the cameraman huffed, "Come in, Riley." Brian watched a small guy in tight black jeans and a purple hoodie enter the room. He was smaller than most of the guys that he had been watching with Mindy. He had to be five feet tall and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. "Hey." Brian felt his nerves peak as a pair of big green eyes looked up at him from under the purple hood. Full lips pulled back into a smirk. "Hey bitch." He arched a perfectly sculpted dark eyebrow in challenge. "I'm Brian and not a bitch. I'm guessing you are Riley." "Ahh you are a pretty and smart bitch." Riley kept his shit eating grin. "You know it isn't smart to call a guy four times your size a bitch." "You're gay for pay, I'm here to ensure there aren't any problems." Riley's eyes flickered to Brian's groin. "Looks like it is working." "Alright. Enough chit chat. Brian start lifting." Brian took a deep breath. He could do this. Mindy had gotten him worked up before he came here and Riley was a fem begging to be fucked. If he couldn't fuck Riley, then he didn't have any hope at becoming a big enough name in gay porn to break into straight porn. He took a deep breath and moved under the bar, up down, up down, he was comfortable with this. "Riley, you enter from the left." The small male removed his over sized purple hoodie. When it was off, the camera was able to capture how truly small he was. His shoulder length chocolate hair fell into his eyes as he drank in Brian's body with eyes that belonged to a more ravenous being. "You look like you are pretty good at that," Riley commented, walking into the shot. Brian was just his type. He loved the bigger guys, and the enticing way Brian's muscles bulged proved that this straight boy was just his type. Brian took a deep breath. This was it. He needed to sell it. "You look pretty good yourself." "You think you could lift me like that?" Brian rested the bar back in the cradle. "Only one way to find out." He shifted out from under the bar and sat up. "Come here. I'm Blain, by the way." Riley licked his lips and moved into "Blain's" lap and said, "I'm Ollie." Brian's heart crashed against his rib cage. This was it. His first time with a guy and it was on camera. Brian wrapped his arms around Riley, taking a handful of the small bottom into each of his hands. Riley certainly felt enough like a girl this way. He was light and dainty. He could do this. Riley gave a small moan. He leaned forward, his lips grazing Brian's ear as he took it between his teeth. He whispered so the camera couldn't wouldn't capture what he was about to say. "Come on, bitch. Fuck me like you mean it." His lips moved from Brian's lip down to his neck. Small, soft hands traveled up Brian's shirt as full lips went down. It wasn't too difficult for Brian to convince his cock to comply. He pushed the small twink back on his back on the weight bench. The erotic way Riley wiggled was only adding to his arousal. "Take that shirt off," Brian demanded. He was sometimes forceful with Mindy and drew on that experience. "Yes, sir." Riley looked up at Brian and felt things he knew he shouldn't feel for a guy that was only ever going to fuck him on film. He couldn't help himself, though. He was crushing on the new top. His eyes followed Riley's hands as he rolled the shirt over his chest. He could be a flat chested girl, if Brian didn't think about it too hard. A very skinny, flat chested, nipples pierced girl. He covered the smaller body with his own, kissing those wonderfully full lips. "On your knees." Riley exhaled "Yes, sir." He had been worried Brian would back out. Sometimes they did. Some guys thought that sex was sex, a hole was a hole and a mouth was a mouth but when it came to touching back, it freaked them out too much. Riley slid out from under Brain, sitting back on his knees and looking up at the living ken doll. Brian looked into Riley's eyes as he undid his pants. This would be easy. Riley had a pretty face. All he had to do was let Riley give him head. He looked up at the ceiling thinking of Mindy. He threaded his fingers through Riley's hair and pulled his face closer to his balls. "Lick them." "Yes, sir." Riley's small tongue snaked out of his mouth, lapping at Brian's heavy balls. He was hung well enough to make a name for himself in porn. He couldn't help but to wonder what it would feel like to have that huge rod slamming inside of him. If he was lucky, he would soon find out. The Cameraman had said that he just needed a good cum shot. Maybe he would be lucky enough to have cum dripping out of his ass. Riley felt a rough jerk. The tension on his scalp sent waves of pleasure over his skin. He knew what Jason wanted and opened his mouth wide as Brian tapped his dick onto Riley's tongue. He didn't know why the straight ones always did that. His mind didn't get a chance to wonder for long. Brian rammed his cock into Riley's mouth. He had been told to be rough, that Riley was fine with everything and so he took the cameraman at his word. Brian held Riley by his hair and slammed into his mouth. Those full lips wrapped around his cock. He looked down into Riley's eyes, keeping eye contact. The moans deep in Riley's throat were amazing. Mindy could never take him in that deep. "Fuck yeah baby, you like that don't you?" he growled, fucking Riley's face. Damn, it looked so good to watch his cock fully disappearing into that angelic face. Riley had such a beautiful girly face. His eyes were watering and his face was changing color as Brian ruthlessly fucked his throat. "Fuck, baby. You're good at that, my little slut." He groaned, feeling Riley's throat constrict around his cock as he gagged. He had been too worked up from earlier to last too long. He hoped it didn't matter that he was going to cum. This was, after all, just to prove that he could be in gay porn. "Open your pretty mouth, baby." Riley felt the cock leave his throat. He knew it would be sore tomorrow, but right now he was too turned on to care. "Yes, sir." He opened his mouth and held out his tongue. His pants had never been removed and he had yet to be touched. This meant it was over. He felt Brian's cum splash across his face, landing in his mouth and in his hair. "Perfect, boys. A little short.. but perfect. I'm sure Wells will be happy with this. Welcome to the studio, Brian." He wanted to get out of there so he could go fantasize some more. He did what he was supposed to, filming Riley's face and waiting for him to swallow and lick his lips free of what cum had been volleyed into his mouth. "Good. Well, I'm out if you two don't need anything." Riley stood up, feeling blood rush to his face. "We will be fine." Jason nodded, grateful he didn't need to hang around. ******* "Gotcha" Parker ensnared a freshly showered Antonio. "Stop! I'm all wet," Antonio squirmed in his lover's arms. It was nice to see Parker smiling again. "What has gotten into you?" He turned, looking into Parker's eyes. He worried, and was good at pretending like he didn't. Parker was having sex with other guys. He promised it didn't mean anything, but Antonio worried anyway. Parker saw the doubt. He knew it would be there. He felt guilty for it being there. He kissed Antonio, pressing his lips firmly against his lover's. "I love you," He paused, looking into Antonio's eyes, reassuring him. "I only kiss you, and I'll only ever love you." A tingling sensation flared over the bridge of Antonio's nose. He bit back tears, feeling terrible for doubting Parker. He knew Parker loved him, and was doing this to take care of him. He just worried that one day Parker would fuck someone and not want to come home to second rate sex. He swallowed his doubt and kissed Parker back. "I know, and you would really stop if I asked." Parker nodded, "Yes, I would really stop if you asked. We would just go back to being very broke." "I feel like I'm picking money over you." "You aren't, Antonio. This was my choice. I will do anything to keep our family together, understand?" Antonio nodded "I know. I just wish it wasn't- " Parker silenced him with a kiss. "I know, but it is only for a little while. When we graduate, we will look for jobs or move back home with Nana until we pay off the loans and find something. It will be ok. I promise." He stared into Antonio's eyes, making sure and when he was satisfied with the amount of confidence in his lover's eyes he continued, "I have a special surprise for you tonight." "I like surprises." Parker smiled again "I know, and I got my first paycheck. We can't go crazy or anything. We still have to be careful but... I want to take you out tonight." Antonio pushed his hips against Parker, the only thing shielding his modesty was falling to the floor as he kissed his lover with enthusiasm. "A date? A real date? Like not one of our creative free ones?" "I thought you liked the free ones." "I did... I do." Antonio hid his face from Parker in the crook of Parker's neck. "I love the free ones, I'm just excited to have a not free one. It's been a while." Parker tilted Antonio's chin up and kissed him again. He couldn't stop kissing him, it just felt so good to know they were really going to be ok. It was as though a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "I know, and hopefully this new job means I can spoil you the way you deserve to be spoiled." ******* The head had been so-so, clearly Joel's mind was too focused on the rumored new guy. In all honesty he probably wasn't anything special. Dayton just liked to piss people off. He enjoyed knowing he had the power to push buttons. He left the prima donna seething in the shower room. "Hey." Dayton looked up to see who the hell was talking to him. The models usually didn't talk to him, they knew he was an ass and didn't like having their delicate feelings hurt. It had to be a new guy. He was about to say something snide, when he actually looked at the source of the voice. Jason had shown him a picture of Hayden Tar, but the picture didn't do him justice. When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 02 As someone who enjoyed both roles in a scene, Dayton found himself suddenly very happy he was willing to be a top. He was perfect. "Are the um... showers this way?" Dayton mentally shook himself. He needed to stop drooling and answer. "Yeah, although I would be careful. Dragon boy is in there and he is in a mood. My name is Dayton." Dayton extended a hand to the new guy. "Tar." He just had to stop staring long enough to remember the warning. It was difficult, when all Tar's mind could think was what the swan would look like without the towel. He assumed his ass was probably perfectly sculpted, his legs were likely defined without being too thick or thin. It was easy to see why the Swan was in porn. He made Tar feel ugly, something that was no easy feat. Joel looked into the mirror at the lost puppy who had just wandered in. He didn't know if the boy was new, a one time thing, or just someone of little importance. The face wasn't familiar, but it was intoxicating. His dark hair and doe brown eyes, he would be some competition for roles if he planned to stay. "Hey," he called to the intruder reflected in the mirror. Joel popped his right contact into his eye, having already done the left. The dark haired boy was brought into clearer focus, and it only made the attraction deepen. With how small he was, Joel knew he had to be a bottom. For the first time in his filming career he was hoping that someone would be his co-star. The intruder was just big enough to be a visually pleasing top for the more slender and elegant Joel. "You look lost. I'm Joel, what's your name?" He wanted to be topped by this guy, to kiss those full lips and tangle his fingers in the impossibly dark hair as they too pleasure from each other. Tar's tongue was suddenly dead weight in his mouth. He was actually intimidated, which was a new feeling for the brave twink. "Hay-Hayden Tar, I go by Tar though." So this was the boy rumored to be his replacement. In that instant, Tar was drained of all the allure he had just had. He suddenly became something very ugly and dangerous, a reminder that Joel's time at the top of the food chain might really be temporary. "We should be friends, Hayden, I could help you really become a big star. Maybe show you some pointers. I'm the best in the business." Maybe Tar could be saved. He could convince Tar to do scenes that wouldn't make him competition. He had a different look, the innocent thing. He could likely be talked into doing situational kinks, the daddy thing or the naughty school boy with a teacher. There was no reason to equate the innocent looking twink with himself. Joel was pierced and tattooed, he was the emo boy to be abused. Tar was the poor dumb lamb to be exploited. Tar didn't sense the calculating reason behind Joel's offer of companionship. It was a friend, the first person to reach out to him since moving to Charlotte. He was about to accept the friendship, damn the warning and damn the experience, when something smacked into his back, pushing him towards Joel. "Shit. I'm so sorry." Hayden turned to see a male smaller than himself with cum on his face and webbed in his dark hair. The androgynous male blushed all over his visible body, and looked at Joel the way a mouse eyes a cobra, praying to not be seen and eaten. "Hey, page ten. You manage to actually be in a half decent scene?" Joel sneered. His offer to Hayden and attempt at being nice were instantly forgotten as he eyed the weakest link of the filming community. Riley, the pretty boy who never managed to be in anything popular enough to get off of the tenth page of most viewed scenes. Tar watched the small male blush. He didn't understand most of the insult but felt bad for him. "Hey, it's fine. You didn't bang into me that hard." He looked at Joel, realizing the warning had been true. Joel was every bit the venomous dragon he had been warned about. He didn't like to see anyone get picked on. "And thanks for the offer, but I already have..." He looked at the small male expectantly waiting for a name. He had made his choice, Tar would rather befriend the model that got picked on than the one who had everything handed to him on set. "Oh, sorry. Riley. My name is Riley." He looked up at the guy he had smacked into. It was the first time someone had stood up for him. "I already have Riley to help me settle in." Tar draped an arm over Riley's shoulder "I'm Tar. Nice to meet you, Riley." Tar eyed Joel as he shepherded the small twink to one of the showers. No one would be picked on if he had anything to say about it. Joel's eyes narrowed and he laughed a little "Fine. It's career suicide but fine. See you around... Hayden." Joel dropped his towel and wiggled into some clean jeans and a T-shirt. "See ya around, though you probably won't be here long." Joel left the bathroom, planning to make sure that Hayden wouldn't be here long. How dare Hayden pick a no name's friendship over his. Joel had both hands on the door, and stopped only for a moment, to look over his shoulder. Hayden threatened everything that made Joel feel secure. He made him feel... strange. Shaking his head Joel stormed out of the bathroom. Hayden Tar would regret this, he would make sure of that. ******************** As always, thank you to my friend and editor Tangent Joker for helping with this series. You have helped me so much with my writing. This series would not be nearly as good without your help. Thank you all for reading, and the feedback. Your questions and comments are very helpful to me as a writer. When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 03 Tar watched the fire breathing twink leave. He momentarily regretted his choice, and had to envision the teeth and talons that accompanied the beautiful face. "He is gorgeous, isn't he?" Tar was reminded of the other reason he had chosen to not accept the beautiful creature's friendship. He looked down at Riley. He couldn't believe someone could actually be that short compared to even he. He had an interesting look. One could easily mistake him for a girl if he applied a little make up. "Yeah, I guess he is good looking." Tar looked at the door again, the memory of his new enemy's sultry body making a dramatic exit was still imprinted upon his memory. Riley laughed. "Don't let him hear you saying it like that. He might cut your tongue off. That is Joel. His stage name is Joe Leen," Riley watched as confusion made Tar bite his lip. "Like the country song?" He asked waiting for recognition. "Dolly Parton?" "I've heard of her..." Tar clearly didn't understand the reference. "Jolene Jolene Jolene Joleeeeene I'm beggin' of you please don't take my man. Jolene Jolene Joleeeene JoooLeeeeene please don't take him just because you can ahhan." Riley sang in a falsetto voice that sounded as feminine as he looked. "Nothing?" "I'm from Jersey. Dolly isn't exactly popular up there. I mean at least not with people my age," Tar hoped that was true. He honestly didn't get out much until recently and, as a result, he wasn't as steeped in popular culture like his peers were. This was starting to make him uncomfortable. "You have cum in your hair. Do you need help getting it out?" "I planned to jack off in the shower, actually. I hate how cum gets that weird texture but damn if I don't, I'm gonna have blue balls from hell." "I could help you with that, too, if you wanted." Riley eyed the new model with curiosity. No one had ever actually offered that before. Not to mention he assumed that Tar was likely a bottom. "Didn't you just get done filming?" he finally managed to articulate. If Tar had just finished filming then he couldn't be too keyed up. Riley knew how the food chain worked and Hayden Tar would be at the top. There was no way a scene would finish without the new pretty boy getting off. The cameras loved guys like him too much. He wasn't a page ten like Riley was. There wouldn't be some gay for pay muscle using him and then walking away thinking he had just done his co-star a favor. People that watched those types of guys almost never actually noticed the bottom. It was just arousing to see some jock that reminded the viewer of the strait popular guy they never had doing things to them. Sure there were a few who watched the bottom instead of the muscle of the week, but it wasn't the majority. Tar nodded. "I did but I can always go again. Or I can just help a friend out. You saved me from actually taking that guy up on his offer of friendship." Tar nodded toward the door that Joel had just left. "Yeah, that would have been the friendship from hell. He isn't nice to anyone unless he has something to gain from it. I was a model before he came here and he is the same person now that he was back then." Tar pulled Riley into a tight hug, enjoying the feeling of the smaller male wiggling against his chest. "See, so I owe you." Tar kissed Riley's ear, ignoring the drying cum that Brian had left behind. Riley couldn't help the involuntary shiver that ran through his body. Tar's hands were gentle and quiet, and something about them was instantly loveable. The new twink's hands roamed over his lithe body like one might drive on auto pilot down an all too familiar road. He didn't realize the hands were doing more than just relaxing him, they were cleaning his body from the other model's selfishly taken orgasm. Riley felt his heart skip. He had never been touched like this before and he knew he could get used to this. He felt Tar's cock against his back and was surprised that his shower partner was more concerned with his body than getting off. He considered turning to pleasure Tar but couldn't bring himself to break the electric current that was pulsing through Tar's fingers into his body. His body tensed and he inhaled sharply as Tar touched his cock. One set of talented fingers stroked while the other massaged his balls. His legs felt weak and he was surprised that someone was able to make him feel this good. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be beneath Tar with those full lips on his own, that pierced tongue tangling with his own. "Fuck me?" Riley panted wanting Tar to take his pleasure, too. "No pretty, this is just for you." Riley's body jerked as he came all over Tar's hand. Tar's words were still in his ear. ~*~*~*~ Parker's hands traveled down his lover's back, feeling the shower water that was collecting on his flesh as it dripped from Antonio's dark hair. He felt the sinful flesh prickle with goose bumps and his lips on Antonio's neck felt the quickened pulse. He knew just how to tease Antonio to elicit a needy whimper. He wanted that sound, needed it. Parker's hands cupped Antonio's ass as the damp towel started to slip. He could feel his slender lover pressing against him, Antonio's own needy hands wandering over his body. "Parker?" Parker smiled against Antonio's neck, kissing up to his ear. It was the needy whimper he had been wanting to hear all day. "Yes baby?" "Love me?" "Always." Parker guided Antonio over to their bed, leaving a trail of his clothing and Antonio's towel in their footsteps. This felt right. This was home. The sheets had been freshly washed and the bed freshly made. They both loved the smell of freshly cleaned sheets. Parker's nose instead went to his lover's freshly washed hair, and his teeth grazed the outer shell of Antonio's ear, rewarding him with a pleasure filled gasp. Antonio's legs entangled with his own as Parker's hand moved between their bodies, stroking their cocks together and giving them both pleasure. Antonio called his name in breathy whispers over and over again as they pressed against each other. Parker could only moan his lover's name in return. No matter what his job would require him to do, he knew that coming home to Antonio would always feel like he was coming home. His fingers trailed down to his lover's entrance, running up and down the crevice of his lover's body. "I need you inside me," Antonio whispered as though this was still some secret taboo desire. He wet his own fingers to open his body for Parker. The anticipation of feeling full of his lover once again was causing him to shiver. His teeth nibbled on Parker's collarbone as he inhaled sharply. A third finger had been added and it wasn't his. The sensation of their fingers together, inside of him cause a droplet of cum to bead on his slit. He dug his heels into the bed arching his back and pulling their fingers deeper into his body, groaning as they grazed his prostate. "Parker, please, I can't take it anymore." Parker had been grinding against Antonio's thigh and had been fighting off his own orgasm. Their fingers slipped out of his lover's tight passage and Parker pushed his cock in. His hips dipped as he was flush against his lover's body. They were panting after only a few thrusts. It had been a long time since Parker had felt like he was able to provide for his lover and his confidence had returned. His hands traveled back up Antonio's body tangling in his hair and tugging, pumping into him in time with the tugging. He could feel his lover's nails dig into his back and knew that meant Antonio's toes were curling with pleasure. He felt the hot trails left on his skin in their wake and knew they were both close. He captured his lover's breath and their lips pressed against each other. His tongue tasted his lover as their tongues tangled and their bodies shook. Parker's body bucked harder into Antonio as he filled him. He felt his lover's cum paint their chests and they both shuddered from the aftershock. Parker rolled them and pulled Antonio against his chest, resting his chin on the top of his lover's head. "I love you." Parker smiled. "I love you more." ~*~*~*~ BAM! The sound always made Joel jump, even though he knew it was coming. He had just tossed a thawed rat in with his boa. He watched her coil around the already dead prey and walked away to let her eat in peace. It was time to figure out what he was going to eat. Joel opened his refrigerator and then the freezer. Cooking for one always felt like more trouble than it was worth. Maybe he would order Chinese or pizza. There was a loud rapping sound on his apartment door. "The fuck?" he growled to the empty apartment. Joel had to stand on his toes to look out of the peep hole, and his stomach dropped. Did he have to answer the door? "Come on, Joel, I saw your mustang in the garage." Steven Wells hammered his fist against the door again. He was used to getting his way, and he was about to get it again. Joel unlatched the gold chain, unlocked the deadbolt and twisted the little lock on the knob. He barely had time to step out of the way as his boss stepped into the apartment. "I was just feeding Clementine." Steven looked at the large glass aquarium that dominated one of Joel's living room walls. He knew his favorite twink star had spent a small fortune on the large enclosure, and all the humidity and temperature regulators as well as a set up in case of power failure. "That is disgusting, I don't see why you just don't sell it." Joel's eyes narrowed, he couldn't say what he wanted and that was perhaps the most maddening part of this arrangement. Steven owned him, just like his parents had owned him. Hell, if the money hadn't been so good Joel would much rather have gone back to stripping. He rolled his MCR shirt over his head and moved to undo the button on his skinny jeans. "What, no foreplay? Did you miss me that much, my little super star?" Steven forced Joel against the wall. He knew Joel liked it rough. "I can't. I have to go and buy some things for the apartment and I want to work on a charcoal piece and-" "Yeah, yeah, you know one of these day's when you retire I'll be able to take you on a proper date." Steven nudged Joel's head to the side and kissed his neck, grinding him against the wall. He had a rule about no one dating one of the models or fucking them on the side. If word got out, he was afraid he would have less of a selection of models. So he kept his time with Joel secret and tried to not show him favoritism, though he made it clear Joel's job depended on keeping the boss happy. It was always like this. Every time Steven came over to fuck, Joel hated him just a little bit more. He felt Steven's long slender dick slide into him. Somewhere in the stripping and Steven's dull attempt at foreplay, there had been lube applied to his hole. The greasy dick went in over and over again. He was flaccid but Steven never cared. Hell, he never did anything to change that or asked if it wasn't good for Joel. No one cared for the pleasure of the bottom and Joel found himself getting less and less pleasure each time he had to bottom for an uncaring top and moan and moan for the camera. That was why he liked Dayton, Rosco and Theo. They cared for his pleasure and wanted him to get off so that it would look good on film. Most others didn't care and pleasure for the bottom was less and less cared about in the industry. As long as the bottom served the top, and looked good, the viewer would get off. Nobody matters in porn. It just has to look good. Joel's head rolled to the side like a useless doll. His green eyes traveled over to his sunglow boa's enclosure as he watched her pull the hindquarters of the rat into her unhinged jaws, swallowing her prey whole. ~*~*~*~ Brian groaned as he took off his shoes. He hadn't been on his feet long. He didn't have a long stressful day at the office but a lot of the stress had been lifted. Mindy had plugged in some Bath and Bodyworks wallflower thing and it smelled fantastic. The apartment was small and the people upstairs seemed to adore marching at 1 in the morning, but this felt like home. This tiny little apartment would one day be a fond memory when they were both famous. Hell, they were both already on their way. Fame would come quickly now. It had to. Famous people were pretty and people were only pretty for so long before they got too old. Brian walked to the kitchen and pulled two Hungry Man entrées out of the freezer. The guy he had worked with today had been perfect. He was amazingly talented and looked enough like a girl so Brian could get it up and keep it up. He would just have to see if he could work with that guy again until he became comfortable doing the more gay stuff like touching his film partner back. He set a timer and went to sit on their second hand couch, the laptop warming his lap. What was that guy's real name? He wanted to see more of him, to see what the other guys did when they filmed with him. He wondered what he liked, what made a scene hotter. He knew he had been told the name, but the part that stuck with him was the sex and that he associated with the porn name. Brain typed in the web address and scrolled through the pages. He had thought that his film partner would be one of the more popular actors and was surprised at how many pages he had to flip through in order to see Ollie in something else. Of course that wasn't his real name any more than Blain was Brain's real name. He would just have to ask around. Maybe he could take the guy out for coffee. He suddenly felt very guilty. He had done nothing to make the guy feel good too. He had just busted a nut and then walked out. If Ollie had been a chick, she would be saying he was a horrible person and a terrible fuck to all her friends. Mindy would have torn him a new asshole and then humiliated him in front of the guys. He knew that was the type of girl Mindy was. Of course, he wasn't being paid to make the other guy feel good. He wasn't a whore, after all. He was being paid to make sex look good and if the director had wanted something different he would have asked for that. The oven timer beeped and he hadn't realized he had been that wrapped up in watching the young twink perform with other guys. He pulled the hungry man entrées out poking at the mashed potatoes. Their spongy texture was instantly curing his monstrous appetite. He set them down on the coffee table, deciding he could likely stroke one out while the food cooled. He started thinking of Mindy and what she was likely doing with other guys. He thought about the new moves she might bring into the bedroom. His mind drifted then to a slender back as a full lipped twink looked over his shoulder calling him bitch and taunting him to go faster and harder. ~*~*~*~ Tar turned the key in the lock on his new bachelor apartment. The landlord had called it a bachelor which was a nice way of saying you could cook dinner with a cookbook on the bed, that you read from the bath tub as you cooked on the stove. The landlord had been willing to let Tar pay with his body until money started coming in. Of course, Tar didn't mind one way or the other. He enjoyed sex too much to be upset that someone was willing to trade it for rent. The landlord was an older guy who couldn't get it up anymore and so mostly Tar ended up sucking on his limp dick and stroking his ego. He liked the idea that he had someone young at his beck and call more so than he seemed to enjoy the actual sex. The best part was that he always waited for Tar to offer instead of just coming up into Tar's space and demanding something. He closed the door and deadbolted it. Just because the landlord was a nice guy didn't mean this was a good neighborhood. Not to mention he was in porn, which seemed to attract a few crazies. He wasn't ashamed of his job. He was proud of it though he was baffled that someone was willing to pay him for something he had been doing for free for years. Of course now it was on his time, and his terms. If he wanted to work, he went to work. If he wanted to lay in bed, he laid in bed. It was the perfect job to wake up and go to, and the perfect home to come home to. To Tar, this little hole in the wall was paradise. He flopped down on the musty twin bed with a McDonald's happy meal and a Walkman with a Dolly Parton single. Tar put the earbuds in his ears and fished around in the box. Growing up, he had never been allowed to get a happy meal unless he was really really good. Usually he had to pick something off the dollar menu. The cheap greasy food was familiar and the little Pokemon toy was a new rare treasure which he put on his chipping dresser and smiled. He was home, really home. For the first time in his life, he could lock the door and eat his happy meal. He could sleep until noon and stay up all night. He opened the window letting the fresh air as he listened to alley cats yowl. He hopped back onto his bed which creaked even under his small frame. Tar pulled an old walkman and his new Dolly Parton CD out of the bag on the floor. It had been difficult to find the right CD but he needed to hear the song that embodied Joel. He listened to the country singer and thought of the dragon-esque twink. He hadn't heard the song before but understood why it fit Joel. He was perfectly sexy and mean. Just the type of man to steal a man away from someone who loved him. Despite his choice of Riley, he couldn't help but to fantasize about what it would be like to have those green eyes looking at him instead of through him. He wanted to run his hands over that impossibly pale skin and imagined Joel twisting in pleasure. Then he remembered Riley and how the dragon had been so cruel. Not even a guy that good looking was worth suffering through the attitude. Tar wanted real friends now. Despite reminding himself of the fangs that accompanied Joel, Tar hit repeat on his new walkman anyway, and let the music sing him to sleep. ~*~*~*~ The smell of cheap burnt coffee seemed to spill out from under the big blue door. The house wasn't anything special, just a place to sleep. Riley turned his key in the lock and walked in on his two roommates in the middle of watching a movie. He flopped down on the oversized chair without much acknowledgement from the two blondes. He had answered an ad in the local paper where two lesbians had been seeking a clean quiet female roommate. Of course, Riley had only seen the price on the ad and not much else. He had showed up and was half the size of both girls and had a girlier wardrobe than both of them. Thankfully, it was clear Riley wasn't interested in them sexually and so the girls had made an exception and taken him on. "How was it today?" Taylor asked, still running her fingers up and down Katie's tanned thigh. Riley pulled a fluffy afghan over his body. "Incredible. I met the two hottest guys today. One of them was actually pretty nice." Katie shivered under Taylor's fingers. It was still strange to her that someone like Riley made a living as a porn star. He felt too much like her younger brother. She supposed some people might like that but even compared to his co-stars there was just something about her roomie that didn't make sense in the porn industry. Secretly, she hoped he would get out of it but she didn't have the heart to tell him. He was too sweet and too sensitive to take any type of criticism. "Two in one day?" Taylor smirked and knew that her lover hated Riley's job, but she enjoyed watching her skin prickle with goosebumps. In Taylor's mind, it was Riley's life and his body. He could do what he wanted with it. Riley took a deep breath and tried to not sigh like a love sick puppy. "Yeah, there is this new linebacker type and I think I'm the first guy he has ever been with. He is so perfect. Like if I could build my perfect guy, it would be him." When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 03 "He is a pretentious ass, isn't he?" Katie asked finding the conversation was safely away from the actual job. "Yeah. Total straight guy." "He didn't finish you, did he?" Taylor watched Katie bite her tongue to keep quiet. The muscle in her neck clenched as she tried to silence her distaste with Riley's job. Riley barely blushed at Taylor's question. After a year of living with them, he was used to her blunt personality. "No, but the new guy did. He was so sweet and gentle and he even told Joel off. We took a shower together and he actually cared about me." Riley looked at the TV, noticing that one of their favorite shows was on. "Good. You should have him over for dinner or something," Taylor offered ignoring the glare from her lover. "I was going to ask if that was ok. He is new in town and I think he could really use a friend." "Or more," Taylor offered with an impish grin. ~*~*~*~ The overwhelming smell of bleach filled the room along with the steam from a scalding shower. Joel shifted, the pattern of the ceramic tiles imprinting on his knees. If Steven Wells didn't pay so damn well, he would have quit a long time ago. Joel filmed almost every day and had been sent all over the country to the sister websites. For the people that still bought porn DVDs, his parody of 8mile was one of the best selling twink DVDs of all time. Joel reached over the tub into the scalding water to turn the shower off. No matter how hard he scrubbed out the shower, the filth left behind by Steven Wells always lingered and always made him feel that he would never be clean again. Joel stood up. His lungs burned and his head was swimming. He reached for the terrycloth bathrobe and retreated into its soft confines. He walked to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine from the counter, plopping some frozen grapes into a glass and sliding down to the living room floor. With his back against the couch, he could see Clementine slumbering under her log after a good meal. The slender boy downed one glass and then another before crushing the grapes between his fingers and trading the lip of the glass for the mouth of the bottle. He couldn't help himself. His mind drifted to that stupid new boy. The only thing Joel was comforted by was knowing that he was the best and he would rip the trashy Jersey boy apart before allowing his title to be taken. The last grape smushed between his fingers. What good was it to screw the boss if you couldn't use it to your advantage? Hayden Tar would regret the day he ever decided to model for The Twink Next Door, he would make sure of that. ~*~*~*~ Small tan fingers slid between the slender pale ones. Antonio could feel the familiar raised scar on the palm of his lover's hand and a smile tried to hide itself on his lips. "Where are we going?" He asked giving Parker's hand an excited squeeze. Parker shook his head, letting his blonde hair fall naturally back into his eyes "It can't be a surprise if I tell you." He could feel the slight skip back in his lover's gate. That same carefree playfulness that he had first fallen in love with. Feeling it again, knowing Antonio was alright now, made everything he did worth it. Luckily for Antonio, he didn't have to wonder for long. Parker lead him into an authentic Mexican grill. The smell was fantastic. He could smell fresh cilantro and chilies marinating in different sauces with meats. His mouth watered as he watched a waiter walk by with tamales, real authentic tamales. He wanted everything. It all smelled so good and his body had been suddenly reminded by the lack of good food. "How much can we spend?" He asked dying to get his hands on a menu to pick through his options for something affordable. Parker turned Antonio to face him and he brushed the dark hair back, cupping his lover's face. He was so proud of him for being so strong, for knowing just because they had it didn't mean they needed to spend it. It was a lesson Parker wished Antonio had never had to learn. "I love you," he whispered, kissing Antonio. "We are rich tonight. Order the whole menu if you think you can finish it." It was a splurge, and they weren't yet in the place to be spending money, but Parker didn't want to say no anymore. He hated going to bed and feeling the emptiness in his lover's stomach. He hated having to watch Antonio look longingly at store windows wishing he could afford the latest fashions. So tonight, on their first real date in what felt like centuries, he wanted to remember what it felt like to not see his lover go without. All the lessons about being conservative and the worry over if they would make rent instantly were forgotten. He trusted that Parker would always know what was best, and that included what they could spend on a date. "Anything? I can pick anything?" he asked, shifting excitedly in his spot as they waited to be seated. His mouth was already watering. "Toñio?" A satin voice purred from around the corner. Antonio looked and noticed his new friend from school, Anna. "Hey! Anna, this my boyfriend, Parker. Do you work here?" He asked, smushing the sentences together into one spiel. Parker bit his tongue trying to not be jealous that this night was no longer just theirs. He was happy his lover was making friends but he wanted tonight to just be them. "Hey," he replied, not giving her much attention. Anna smiled as she picked up two menus. "Come on, I'll seat you guys at my table. Don't worry. I won't be a bother I can see you are on a date." Anna wiggled her eyebrows with an impish grin as she lead them past the other customers and into the dining room. She picked one of the better tables by the window and went to go get them a bowl of chips and homemade salsa while they looked over the choices. She couldn't stop smiling at Antonio. He was too damned cute! ~*~*~*~ I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I went through some pretty big life changes and things are pretty busy. I promise I'm still working on everything, but things might be a little slow to post. I really hope you enjoy this and I will work to not take too long on the next chapter. I have a lot of drama planned. I thank you all so much who are still reading this and I do hope to be around more despite all the stuff that is going on in my life. Your views mean so much to me. I want to of course thank my editor who brought me back to writing and returned this extremely quickly. Tangent Joker you have been amazing and I appreciate everything you have done for me and my writing. You have really helped to bring me back and keep me on track with writing. When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 04 There was dried cum on the keyboard. It was old, and flaking now, but was evidence of the pleasure Brian had given himself last night. Mindy had called and said she wouldn't be coming home anytime soon. Her trip this time had been extended, evidence that her dreams were quickly becoming a reality. It was going to take longer for Brian. He had to first establish himself as a gay porn star and he knew he was failing miserably at that. He was still the faceless gay for pay jock. He needed to become a well-recognized muscle or dom. He didn't really care which but he didn't know how to get there. What he did know was he still felt guilty for not repaying the favor and helping Riley get off. He had spent the whole night watching Riley with an assortment of on screen lovers. None had made even so much as offered to return the favor. Some fucked his mouth, most just enjoyed his hands and a few enjoyed filling him. If Riley had gotten off it was only because he enjoyed serving and not because the co-star had done something to give him pleasure. He wanted to give him pleasure because Riley deserved. He coaxed each one of those jocks into a pleasureful paycheck and they likely didn't even thank him. He knew he should be looking at the bigger named stars, or even looking at the popular muscles on the site so he could buddy up to them. That would have been the smart choice for his career but instead his thoughts had been consumed by Riley. He wanted to feel the silky black hair slipping through his fingers, those lips around his cock again. He wanted to hear Riley taunt him again and call him a bitch. Somehow the way Riley read him had been right on. He liked being taunted, liked the idea of something new and exciting. Riley had broken down some of the taboo of having sex with a guy and he owed Riley everything. Brian wasn't single and yet here he was ready to hope his highschool sweetheart stayed a distance away. He reached over the span of the coffee table to pick up a stale night before slice of pizza. The cheese had that rubbery crumbly texture when it had been stringy and wonderful last night. A few pieces of folded in half cold pizza, and a shower and then he would go to the studio and try to find a way to bump into Riley. ~*~*~*~ Jay Styles, room 2. It was all the email with the day's assignments said. He knew it would probably be another vanilla scene with a guy who claimed to be strait so that the viewer could live out his fantasies of fucking the popular high school jock that never gave them the time of day. He really hated the strait to gay stuff sometimes, it just became so repetitive. One way or another he would have to coax the jock into fucking him so that the jock could finish and then he could walk away used and ready to finish himself. There wasn't any costume for him so he knew that meant his current skinny jeans and T-shirt were fine. No one was really watching him anyway. Riley looked at room two. He knew it well. Most of the new guys and one time guys would come to this room talking about how they had never been with a guy before and then Riley would walk in and the camera guy would instruct the strait guy and Riley would wiggle and do his best to make the jock hard. He knew this likely meant he was filming for the sister site. He entered the room walking in on the interview. The guy was talking about his glory days playing college football and how the locker room had always made him curious. Riley rolled his eyes. How typical, why did the strait ones always seem to like doing it in the locker-room. Jay was good looking enough, just like any other gay for pay. Riley knew this meant he wouldn't be getting off. The interviewer took notice of him and asked a few more basic questions before whistling for Riley to join Jay on the couch. Jay was instructed to remove his pants and shirt as Riley did the same thing, while walking onto the set. He allowed the camera a little show as he stripped for the viewing pleasure of whoever would manage to click on this. He of course knew it wouldn't be on of the most viewed as it was just another static gay for pay but it did pay the bills. "Touch yourself." He purred to the bulky male now in nothing but plaid boxers. He watched Jay rub himself through the cloth and did the same before fishing out his smaller cock. He never felt intimidated by the bigger guys, in all honesty he pitied them. They didn't know what they enjoyed and they would likely chalk this up to desperation and never come back to revisit the pleasure of being with a guy. Riley reached over and took the larger cock in his hand. It wasn't anything memorable and in all honesty neither was Jay. He would forget his face, name, and cock hours after the shoot. Instead his mind wandered thinking of how he would invite Tar to dinner. Butterflies circled in his stomach. He thumbed the slit and right under the notch in Jay's red mushroomed head. He watched the preppy gay for pay jerk and close his eyes moaning. "You like this don't you?" He whispered. Of course Jay liked it. His eyes were closed, and without sight it was easy to forget that a hand felt like a hand and a mouth felt like a hand. He wanted to scream for the jock to look at him, to think about the fact that he was in fact a guy. Jay moaned again in response and lifted his hips so Riley could completely free his cock. Riley straddled the gay for pay lap, and kissed Jay whose eyes were clouded over with lust and only partially open. The stupid jock's hands just remained at his side as Riley took control of giving him pleasure. He kissed Jay, thinking of Tar, it was heated with a toasted taste of emotion. He kissed down Jay's body leaving a trail of thoughts about Tar on the washboard abs, before enveloping the huge cock in his mouth. All he felt was the jock thrusting up into his mouth almost making him gag, but Riley was better than that. He worked to put on a show and get the jock off, taking Jay deep into his throat. He held his breath as the cock forced down his throat and the gay for pay held his head to better use him. It didn't take long and another camera man filmed as he licked Jay's cock and balls clean. The guy panted smiling as he patted Riley's head like he was a good dog. Finally, he was done and now all he needed to do was track down Tar, the one he really wanted to be with today. His cock was aching in his pants. Yet again another egocentric jock had used him and smiled greatful that he had managed to make them cum. Another unspent orgasm swelled in his balls pushing painfully to get out. It seemed to have a mind of its own, and it was angry with him. He would need to gently coax it out and he doubted that this time he would be lucky enough to run into Tar again. He would have to track Tar down later so he could ask him to dinner. His balls filled with a denied orgasm and his thoughts full of the new guy in town joining him and his roommates for dinner, Riley didn't even notice the brick wall jock until he bumped into him. The wind was neary knocked out of the small twink but the unforgiving muscle barely registered the impact. "Shit sorry." Riley panted wanting to get away to the showers quickly. He looked through Brian and watched Tar exiting a room with a large grin dominating his face. "Its ok, I was hoping to run into you." Brian smiled down realizing Riley was distracted. He looked over his shoulder watching the newly popular Hayden Tar heading toward the shower. "You like him don't you?" Brian asked tucking his disappointment away. Riley paled and his eyes widened "No, he just... he finished me off yesterday and I was filming again today and was hoping he would do the favor again." "Yeah man, that was actually what I was hoping to talk about. I'm sorry I left ya hanging." The apology had caught him off guard and Riley remembered the scene with Brian. He had been particularly fun to shoot with but just like all the other gay for pays he had used and left. To his even greater surprise Brian continued. "I have never been with a guy before and I was so wrapped up in the fact that you actually managed to get me off I completely forgot about your needs. I'd like to make it up to you." Riley realized his body was still pressed firmly against Brian's and he backed away enough so that he could look up at the jock, "How do you plan to make it up to me?" He asked genuinely curious. "I mean I'd like it if I could return the favor today but I'll take anything I can get. I've never," Brian paused trying to think the best way to phrase his all-encompassing lack of experience "I've never even kissed a guy before. You were my first and if you'll let me I would really like if you were my first everything." Brian shook his head "That sounds stupid, let me try again. You said Tar finished you after filming with me can I," Brian looked at Riley's small feet thinking it would be easier to make his request to them "can I finish you today and then maybe take you out or something. I don't know how to make another guy happy but I would really like to learn." Riley smiled a little to himself "Alright bitch boy, lets see how committed you really are. You want to be the next big name in muscle porn you are going to have to work for it." He didn't want to give up on Tar, but the idea of a gay for pay actually wanting to learn was too interesting to resist. It was something that had never happened before and he wanted to see if Brian was serious. He doubted he could actually do anything to further the muscles career but it had been so long since he had been given an orgasm other than with Tar. He still planned to track Tar down but for the moment Brian had his attention. "I told you I'm not a bitch." Brian growled to which Riley eyed his groin. He watched the jaded green eyes travel down to his zipper which was painfully pressing into his growing cock. "Someone else disagrees." Riley looked up to him in challenge and licked his sinfully full lips. "I'm heading to the shower, the gay for pay I was working with left me hanging. I could use some help if you think you are up for it." ~*~*~*~ Tar turned on the hot water and groaned. The tiny droplets working into his joints and relaxing them. His damp bachelor hole hadn't been getting good hot water and so the shower was a welcomed luxury. He was now in the habit of one shower before filiming and one after. He used his shampoo sparingly, and spent a good amount of time working it into his dark tresses. Tar's slender fingers pressed into his scalp rubbing away any thought and clearing his head. He loved being clean, loved knowing that he smelled nice and that when he got out he was stepping into clean clothes that actually fit. Tar could have spent his money on a better place to live, but he would rather look and smell like he had money than live like he did. He tilted his head back letting the water wash away the lathered shampoo. He added a dollop of conditioned and left it in his dark mane so that it would sink in as he focused on his body. He heard the door open as two pairs of feet entered and went into the shower two spaces away. Warmth crept over Tar's body and he worked the fragrent body wash into his skin. His muscles relaxed under his fingers and the aches in his joints melted. He could hear a familiar whimper and panting, but didn't want to touch himself at the moment. Instead he just enjoyed the relaxing sounds of pleasure and the warmth that enveloped him. ~*~*~*~ Joel walked onto the small stage. Today he was playing a shy nympho theater nerd in a Phantom of the Opera parody. It was a longer shoot with actual plot and dialogue. It wouldn't go on the site, but instead would be sold in DVD form. He always felt slightly better about his job when he did these erotic films. They had actual plot instead of just fucking. He wasn't stupid enough to call himself an actor and to say that this was just art, it was just more tasteful porn. He was excited to actually get the chance to sing a bit in this one. He was playing Christian, the twink version of Christine. Today they were filming him in a dream like state and he got to be tied to a grated wall and pounded by the phantom. Of course the phantom was not the least bit unattractive. He was a large muscular guy named Dan who filmed great from behind. His back muscles would flex appealingly making him the perfect choice for all the standing up against the wall fuck scenes. Joel walked over to the set where there was a small pool that would serve for the water scenes and the grate where there were some shackle like binds and his cock twitched as he couldn't wait to be in them. He watched the others walk in somewhat annoyed that his alone time with the set was being intruded on. Dan was stroking his large tool and getting ready for the upcoming scene. He eyed the large rod hungrily and felt his cleaned body already opening to the prospect of having Dan inside of him. It amazed him how quickly everyone got ready to get strait to the sex. There was no warming up they just had to get to the good part for this. He removed his clothing other than a silky white tie around his waist which when he moved revealed his body in provocative flashes. He moved against the grate and one of the crew members fastened his wrists. He pulled against the shackles feeling that they were actually restraining him. He always enjoyed when the props and binds were real. He enjoyed feeling the helplessness of being restrained and knowing that his Dom was focused only on his pleasure. Joel felt the colored lights go on, giving the set and eerie glow. He felt Dan's warm hands on his body, trailing over his slight frame and causing Joel to purr from the attention. He looked into the dark eyes hidden behind a cheap white mask. The heated lust going from Dan's eyes through a heated kiss and curling like a serpent in Joel's stomach. He could feel Dan's tongue slip into his mouth and he tasted the mint that he had been chewing on prior to shooting. It was a wordless scene but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He felt Dan lift his leg over his hip. He wanted to moan out please but all that came out was a wordless groan and whimper. He couldn't tell Dan that he wanted it deeper or harder he had to be wordless and in a dream like state. He panted and rested his head against Dan't strong shoulder. The hot rod invaded his body. Joel felt Dan's cock hitting his prostate bringing him actual pleasure. He whimpered and chewed on the phantom's shoulder. He felt his body being tossed like a heavy cottons in a wash machine. He was being pushed against the steel grate and his body was full. He could feel the eyes of the camera on him and he gave it a wanton look. There wasn't emotion in the fucking it just felt good and looked good. He wouldn't think of Dan tonight, or confess his secrets. Joel's mind wandered as he was fucked. Everything in his life was just fucking and he was now at the worst time possible thinking about what he wanted for the future. His cock wilted but he was happy it was pinned between him and Dan so that it didn't ruin the shot. He felt his lover of the hour fill his body with cum and the camera zoom in and swarm around to get all the shots that his boss wanted. ~*~*~*~ Brian's heart skipped oddly when he heard Riley call him a bitch. There was something about it that turned him on. He wasn't attracted to the idea that Riley had a penis but there was something about Riley. He watched his on screen lover's ass sway as he was lead to the shower. There was someone already in the shower but Riley didn't seem to notice and so Brian ignored it as well. He watched Riley's slender hands grab hold of the bottom of his black Metalica T-shirt. It suddenly occurred to Brian that despite knowing Riley had a dick he was morbidly fascinated by what was beneath the dark wrapping. He hadn't taken the time to enjoy the taboo display when he had lost his on screen virginity. He would enjoy Riley this time, or at the very least not be so selfish. His lapis eyes fallowed Riley's hands as the cotton shirt was collected and tossed over his hand revealing Riley's torso. Time slowed as Brian captured images of Riley that he would be able to use later. If he was going to comit to being gay for pay he would need images of Riley for his spank bank. The small twink did not disappoint. The shirt was tossed to the side as Brian noticed again Riley's perfect rosey nipple each with a barbell through it. The barbell today had sparkly purple globes on the end and he mindlessly wondered why he hadn't noticed the color of the piercing the first time. He had always thought it would have been hot if Mindy had had her nipples pierced but she found the idea repulsive. Next came the pants and Brian was startled to feel that the more skin Riley showed him the more sinful heat rushed from his head into his cock. He was hard for Riley, a guy who he had only just met. Working to overcome his aversion towards cock seemed to be successful. Riley didn't have a huge imposing cock which he had imagined all guys that were in porn must have. His small cock couldn't decide if it wanted to be hard or if it knew better and knew to go down because this promised to be another disappointment. As Brian's confidence in the situation grew Riley's waned. "You don't have to touch me back if you don't want to." Riley wanted to cover he groin, but part of having sex was seeing the other person naked and being able to appreciate their beauty. He knew if this was to actually be a mutually enjoyable shower Brian would have to be comfortable with looking at him and he would have to be comfortable with being looked at. Brian shook his head "No, I'm worried I might be bad at it." His cock was still somewhat soft despite the heat that was consuming him. Riley smiled "I won't let you be bad." He tugged on Brian's shirt insistently, until Brian took the hint and stripped. He jumped a little as Brian's hands slid down his back and cupped his ass. "See, an ass is an ass." Riley whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loudly he would shatter both of their confidences. Brian smiled "A nice ass is a nice ass, but not all asses are equal." Brian could feel himself becoming lost in Riley, he was soft enough to be a girl, and different enough to be interesting. He could feel Riley's warm shaft against his thigh as they moved closer and was surprised that the reminder of his partners organ was turning him on. Brian pushed his hips forward, his own sizeable erection nestled against Riley's stomach "Fuck I'm horny right now." Pulled away from Riley and stepped into the shower offering his hand "You still want to do this?" Riley snorted a small laugh "Don't be a bitch of course I want to do this. You promised to pay me back." He took Brian's hand trying to not let this go too quickly to either head. Brian was his wet dreams personified and he was terrified of waking up. Brian growled and pulled Riley into the shower against his chest. This time however Riley noticed how close they were and pulling away to look for another was the furthest thing from his mind. Brian's perfect body was now slick with water and he could run his hands over him for hours. The Spray pelted Brian's back as the steam invaded his lungs. He wanted to ask Riley for a kiss, or say something clever like he would be happy to be Riley's bitch but nothing came out. Instead he reached between them to stroke Riley's cock. Brian was surprised by how much of a size difference there was between them. His whole hand was almost large enough to wrap around the entire length of Riley's cock and it allotted little room for movement. He moved his hand in the same rushed beer bottle choking fashion that he used on himself. When There Is Nothing Left Ch. 04 "Sss slow down." Riley panted covering Brian's hand with his own. He back up a little so that he could look down at their hands. He took Brian's other hand and placed it on his full sack making him cradle them. His other hand then made a subtle twisting motion with Brian's to encourage him to go slow and to stimulate his overly sensitive head. "Like that," Brian rested his head against Brian's chest, afraid to look up and break the spell. Brian tried his best to mimic what Riley had shown him. He wanted to desperately to make him feel good that he had completely forgotten about himself. It had never occurred to him that some men had different preferences for getting off. "Good?" "Uh-huh," Riley hissed with pleasure as Brian worked to slowly coax out an orgasm. His own hands wrapped around the thick shaft and he shivered hearing the deep moan of pleasure that accompanied his efforts. "You're so beautiful," Brian panted. He watched intently between their two bodies, watching precum dribble from each slit. He wondered what Riley would taste like. He could imagine him having a sweet flavor in comparison with other guys. Nothing overwhelming, but not a boring flavorless cum either. The warm water continued to rain down on them Brian smiled hearing Riley gasp with pleasure and he felt his sack tighten. His own orgasm was forgotten as he doubled his efforts knowing Riley was close "Come on beautiful cum for me." Despite the heat to his back, Brian felt the heated splash of Riley's issue onto his own cock and it forced him over the edge. He hadn't been expecting that and he joined Riley's chorus of uncontrollable moans in the throws of pleasure. His legs felt weak, his vision felt blurred, and all the muscles in his body were begging for a vacation. He had been a star athlete in school, but now Brian was fighting to regain control of his breathing. Brian put his hand out to stop him and Riley from crashing to the floor as the small twink leaned into him. "Wow." Riley gave a snorting laugh of agreement "Told you, I wouldn't let you be bad." He reached for the shower to turn it a few degrees warmer and moved back into the spray to get clean. Brain was clearly still dazed, but from the amount of cum they were both covered in there was no denying it had been mutually pleasurable. He took his time, allowing his eyes to wander over the peaks and valleys of Brian's sculpted abs, canvasing his peaked nipples, but it was Brain's eyes that sent a frosty chill over his body. There was something there, something more than just lust or feeling saited after a good mutual orgasm. That something made his head swim and his heart race "I have to go." ~*~*~*~ Riley exited the shower at the same time that his original conquest did. His heart stuttered as Tar's lithe body moved from the other shower. He felt Brian behind him and felt a mental tug-of-war inside of himself. He wanted to run from Brian, because he was terrified of what the more in Brian's eyes meant. Yet he wanted to back away from Tar, knowing he would rather find out what could be with Brian than to never know at all. Tar was too alluring, he was a burning candle and Riley knew he was an intoxicated moth. Brain walked up behind the small twink "Call me later?" He asked before striding across the room to exit. He had no idea what he was leaving behind. Riley deflated "Hey" "Hey yourself, someone was having fun." Tar smiled and rolled deodorant under his arms. "I was actually looking for you when I bumped in tt to Brian." Tar's smile brightened at the slight stutter Riley seemed to have picked up. "You like him." Admitting to liking Brian was easier than admitting that both men could easily have him tongue tied. He smiled and swallowed his nerves "He's a gay for pay though. I was wondering if you wanted to maybe have dinner with me and my roommates sometime? I know you said you didn't know a lot of people." It didn't go unnoticed that Riley skipped over the Brian topic. "I would love that." The door swung open again and a very smug looking Joel walked in. He practically snarled at the two other twinks. "Move, you are in my way." Riley stepped to the side to allow Joel an unobstructed path to the shower. Tar played with his tongue piercing against his bottom lip in annoyance with Joel. "Are you going home?" Riley asked once he heard the shower start. "No, I like to shower before filming. I mean I have to clean anyway so I might as well enjoy it." Riley flushed a little thinking about the intimate act of cleaning for being a bottom. It was something he actually didn't have to worry about. It was always just his mouth and hands that were used. "So you aren't topping in the scene?" "No, I don't top. I never have. I know it is going to sound stupid, but I really want to be able to give my first something to someone special. It's the only thing I haven't done before. I mean I don't believe in marriage or anything but... I don't know its stupid." Riley shook his head "No, it's sweet. I hope one day you find someone that is special enough to deserve it." "Maybe I already have." He smiled as he watched Riley blush. Joel huffed listening to the two twinks flirt. ~*~*~*~ Brian turned the key to his apartment, looking forward to another Hungry Man frozen entre. What greeted him instead was the overwhelming smell of fried Chineese food. "Hey faggot, I ordered your favorite." Mindy nodded her head toward a big box of sweet and sour pork. "I thought you weren't going to be home for another week." Brian tried to re work his face from one of disappointment into one that was pleasantly surprised. "I'm taking a few days off, they actually want me to stay out there a little longer." Mindy watched Brian flop down on the sofa and take his food into his lap. "I uh, I was offered the chance to play someone's sex double. So I'll be doing that in addition to porn." Mindy popped another piece of brocclli into her mouth to avoid over apologizing for having her career do better than Brian's. "That's fantastic!" Brian looked genuinely excited for her although he was more excited to have the place to himself. "I always knew you would be famous someday." Mindy took a big gulp of sweet tea "Hows Boy Next Door Going?" "Twink, and I am making progress. Only one scene so far but I made a friend that is going to teach me how to get a guy off so that I can get more roles. There isn't much pay in just doing gay for pay." Mindy nodded "Well, I'm glad you are making friends." She could feel the silence stretching between them. She guiltily finished her food in silence, not wanting Brian to ask any more about who she spent time with when she was away. Her phone vibrated across the table, and Mindy jumped to retrieve it, telling Brian how much she truly was hiding if only he cared to listen. ~*~*~*~ Teasing Joel about Tar was one thing, but actually agreeing to film with him was another. Dayton had been friends with Joel from day one and doing a scene with the kinky St. Bernard puppy just felt like a deep betrayal. "If you can't fuck him then I'll find someone who can. You're replaceable." Jason reminded Dayton trying to embody the ferocity of Steven. He roared like a lion but it was well known amongst the models to be a hallow mimicry. "You know Joel will be pissed if I do this." He looked Tar over trying to decide which was more important, his friendship with Joel or his cock. The latter was pulling blood from his brain making the choice that much more difficult. "Joel doesn't sign the paychecks." Dayton snorted "Neither do you." "No, but Steven does and he says you are supposed to fuck him. Test him to see if he really can film kink well." Dayton broke a lot of the new ones in. Coaching from Joel had turned him into one of the best twink doms. He knew how to build trust or elicit fear depending on what was needed. Using Joel's tricks on the boy who might take his place just seemed wrong. "How hard?" Jason looked at the unsuspecting pup sitting on the bed in front of the cameras waiting for the scene to begin. He was so beautiful, and innocent. Inflicting pain on him just seemed wrong "Steven says to break him. Find his limits. Kids gonna be here a while and he wants to see how far he can be pushed." Dayton nodded and opened the door to the filming room. He would prove his loyalty to Joel, and make this kid scream for mercy. He wouldn't let some doe-eyed newbie take Joel's spotlight. ~*~*~*~ Thank you once again for my editor and friend tangentjoker for catching the inconsistencies and mending my horrible grammar. You are the best.