20 comments/ 180890 views/ 39 favorites It's Only Acting By: wonderful For the past five years Kelly, my gorgeous wife, had worked in the city. It was a high-powered job, made even more demanding by the hour-long trip to work and then another hour home again. It wreaked havoc on our private life, and our sex life, but it was brilliantly paid and most of the time she enjoyed it. Her huge salary and perks helped us knock over the mortgage, buy a small holiday place as an investment and really set ourselves up for the future. With all that achieved Kelly then got a job closer to home, not as well paid, but with weekends and most nights off as well. We were luxuriating in the first few weeks of the job, sitting in front of the fire talking and drinking wine, lots of it, at night. It was nice to have her home more often. My work as a writer allows me to spend most of my time at home anyway. She always said she envied me my creative life-style, though it always seemed like work to me. One night, while chatting away, she said she would like to use some of her new found time to re-discover her creative side and get back to acting. At University, she had been a member of the dramatic society. It’s how we met. I used to write skits for the annual review. Part of the tradition of the review was gratuitous nudity. I decided to extend it in my year, ensuring the males had to strip as frequently as the females. Kelly starred in a little scene about a hens party where the male stripper gets gang-banged and the women all sat around afterwards saying he deserved it … if you go around looking like that you have to expect to get raped. It was a post-feminist piece that she seemed to find attractive and she made a point of meeting me and we hit it off from there. She was, I discovered, a woman not frightened to push the boundaries of a man’s world. She finished Uni, we got married and she landed a job with a huge stock-broking firm and her financial career took off while her acting career, such as it was, ceased. But she was a good actor and enjoyed it and I wasn’t surprised she would want to rekindle that part of her life. As it turned out the local professional theatre group was having auditions for what they described as an experimental theatre season. Kelly showed me their ad in the paper and asked me what I thought. “Go for it,” I said. So on the appointed night, she headed off, full of anticipation. I was working late when she got home. “Well,” I said? “I think I’ve got a part,” she said. “That’s great, what’s it all about?” She hesitated. “Well,” I said again. “Ummm, I think you ought to know it’s a pretty raunchy play by some European playwright with a fair bit of nudity and sex scenes and … “ “And,” I said. “Well, I think I’ve got the lead role so long as I am happy with it.” “Why wouldn’t you be,” I said? “Well, the raunch, I’d be naked on stage and I have to seduce the lead male character with a strip-tease and I, well, I didn’t know what you’d think.” “Surely you didn’t say to them you’d have to ask your husband first, did you?” “No, I just said I needed time to think about whether I was ready for something like this first up,” she replied. “Good I said because I want you to know right now it’s your decision not mine!” “But the nudity and the sex scenes.” “It’s only acting isn’t it?” I countered. "It didn't cause any problems in the Uni review, I recall. But hey, if you don’t want to do it, it’s up to you but don’t use me as the excuse. “Let me sleep on it,” she said. We made our way to bed and just as I hit the sheets, I felt a hand reach into my groin. “You really don’t mind,” Kelly whispered, “that I’d be nude on stage with another man, pretending to make love to him? “I can’t think why,” I replied. “Okay,” she said. “That’s it, I’m going to do this thing!” The next thing I know her lips were around the head of my penis. I lay back and thought of many things, though oddly enough, not England, and came inside her mouth. I stayed well out of the negotiations of the next few days. I heard her on the phone talking to the director, well I presumed it he to whom she was talking. Once I heard her say something like if I’ve got to be naked then he should be too. A couple of days later in another phone conversation she said to the director she wanted to make the scene as realistic as possible, that she would trust his judgement on that and yes, she was ready to start rehearsals. She was also chuffed to learn she would get $1000 for the season, plus $100 per rehearsal. Rehearsals started and she would fly home from work, shower, change, rush out again and return around mid-night. I noted she had become extremely vigorous in bed. Often she would come straight through the door and jump into bed and make love to me. One night she asked me if I was still okay with her doing the play. I said nothing has changed since the first day as far as I was concerned. She stopped for a minute, then said … “umm, they have a bit as far as I am concerned.” “How,” I asked? “Well, it’s sort of like this, after I do my strip-tease, one a bit like that Kim Basinger scene in 9 1/2 Weeks, my boyfriend in the play and I are supposed to jump into bed and have red hot sex.” “Knew that,” I said. “Well, the plan was to do it under the sheets and just mess around a bit and make it look like the real thing. Well after a couple of run throughs, the director took us both aside and said quietly that it really didn’t work within the context of the play. “Without thinking it really through, I said that’s because we’re hiding it from the audience. After a strip-tease like that two people aren’t going to bonk coyly under the sheets. “I didn’t mean to suggest what I was suggesting. It was an honest answer but I realised it had taken us to what the director was politely alluding. He wanted us to have sex without the sheets and I had already agreed to it without being asked. “Anyway, that’s how it is, we do just about everything without actually fucking and in full view of the audience. And that’s how it is.” “So,” I asked, “what is supposed to be my response to this?” “I don’t know, really I suppose I am just wanting to let you know so that if you don’t want to come you don’t have too, or if you do you will know what you are letting yourself in for.” “I knew what I was letting myself in for the day I married you,” I said. “You threw yourself into your old job at a million miles an hour and I had no doubt you would have thrown yourself into this at the same speed. “Look it’s not going to worry me one bit, it’s only acting, surely?” “Of course it is, I wouldn’t want to have sex with Kingsley, either on stage or at any other time.” So that was settled. Kelly continued to go to rehearsals and come home and have sex with me, hot sex. I half thought about a preview of the strip-tease, but didn’t want to ask. The night before the big opening, she told me the theatre had sold out, but she had one ticket put aside for me if I wanted to go. “Of course I do,” I said. “You sure you will be okay,” she said? “It’s even moved on a fair way since our last chat. Dress rehearsal last night was pretty realistic.” “I thought it must have been, judging by the way things went when you got back here,” I said. So the opening night arrived. Kelly went to the theatre much earlier than me. Later I made my way to the box office and asked for the ticket in her name. The bloke behind the counter looked at me, smiled and said, “aaah yes, Kelly’s husband, we were wondering when we’d see you”. I took my seat in the dimming light and I reckoned I noticed a few other people look at me and smiled in the same as the bloke at the ticket office. Up came the curtain. Kelly was on stage from the outset. She played a high-powered business woman whose life was so full of work she had little time for anything else until she meets the libidinous Chris. He teaches her to explore herself in full. In one scene, he gets her to masturbate through her business outfit … to find the true woman inside. As she falls into his web, her job suffers and she is torn between him and career. She takes extended lunch breaks to be with him, or leaves work early to spend the night with them. It's on one of these occasions that the strip-scene occurs ... to the old Ike and Tina Turner song, Nutbush City Limits, so it's at real pace. She flings off the dress, the slip, jumps on to Chris while he’s sitting watching, leaps up again and takes off her bra, so that she’s just in her panties and high heels. She was also wearing a pearl necklace. The music stops and they walk across to the bed. Chris takes off his clothes and lies on his back. She slips off her panties, leaving the shoes on, and climbs on top of him. Then it really started. He kisses her tits while she pretends to ride him. She moans and says fuck me, fuck me Chris. They roll over and she spreads her legs and he moves his mouth from her breasts to her stomach … and in the shadow, it seems even lower. Then he moves up to kiss her lips and lies between her legs. Kelly wraps her legs around his back. They are both breathing and moaning. Kelly whimpers, then screams an orgasm while he grunts to his own. They then sit naked on the bed for the rest of the scene, smoking, talking, stroking each other. Eventually, as the play unravels, their relationship fails. She was too orthodox for him, he was too much of a ne'er-do-well to hang in with one women for too long. Both characters comes out at the end and sit on separate sides of the stage to explain what they got from their time together, as impermanent as it inevitably was. It was good gritty "love, the universe and everything stuff" and there were half a dozen standing ovations. I moved out of the theatre, again followed by the smiles of some of the theatre staff, and went home. I thought the play was good, I thought the sex scenes were extremely realistic … and yeah, I was a bit shocked, though I had been warned. After all, it was my wife up there, bollocky naked and getting what appeared to be a good going over from another bloke. But I had said it was okay and I couldn’t waiver now. Kelly came home late from the first night party. She’s had a fair bit of champagne to drink and was pretty drunk. “Hi nice man,” she said with more than a hint of a slur in her voice. “What did you think?” “It was very well done. You acted brilliantly and so did he.” “No,” she said, “what did you really think, about the sex scenes.” “Well they were certainly realistic, just as you explained,” I said. “So you weren’t shocked?” “I wouldn’t say I wasn’t shocked. I think the whole idea of those scenes is to shock.” “No but you weren’t shocked to see your sweet little wifey doing that sort of thing?” “Yes, but I said from the outset it was your choice and yours alone and I accept your judgement on their importance to the play.” I knew I was stumbling a bit here. I hadn’t expected the cunnilingus nor the realism of the intercourse, either with my wife on top or the other actor on top. “It was very realistic, which is what I suppose you were all trying to do,” I said. “Oooooh very realistic,” my wife said, "very realistic.” I suddenly realised she was very drunk, the drunkenness that leads to true confessions. “A couple of times during dress rehearsal Kingsley’s penis actually went into me,” she said in a soft slurred voice. “And it happened tonight. Only he and I know that, and now you. We were actually fucking up on stage until he could get it out in time with the scene. “Darling, you watched your wife get fucked by another man, right in front of 1000 people. “And now, I want you to finish the job he started. I am so horny.” I was stunned, but not so stunned not to want to go to bed with her. As I pushed into her, I felt more than the usual "Kelly’s turned on" moistness. There was the stickiness of semen. I must have stopped for a moment in surprise. “Yes darling, he did come inside me, it was the only way we could finish the scene without the audience knowing. I hope you understand, it was only acting!” I too, came - straight away. It's Only Acting "Shit on me, what the..." I said as I looked at the lines to my next part. 'I am supposed to kiss another man, no I'm sorry make that two men...at the same time...' The new script for my next film was completely different from anything I had ever done. Moreover, because my last project ran over the estimated time of completion, I had only just picked up the scenes from my agent this morning on my way into the studio. "Hi, my name is Antonio Bedford, nice to meet you, mate." A voice from behind me, came out of nowhere, startling me. I turned around, only to look into the face of a very handsome young man with reddish brown hair, brown eyes, and a striking body. "Erm, hi, Christian Fahley, nice to meet you as well, chum..." I said to the shorter man. "Might you be my co-star for this flick?" Antonio took the vacant seat next to me, not distracted by my gaze. "I am, and seemingly, the script says we are to be..." "Locking lips, do you have a problem with that?" 'No, not at all...' "Nope, I have kissed plenty of blokes before in my short time on the small screen." "Good, I hate working with men who act like they can't play a gay part without being squeamish..." "Well, why would I be, I mean, it's only...acting..." I said, grabbing my bottle of water. Antonio gave me a wry smile, "Yes...it is...if you wish to look at it that way." Listening to his statement, I chuckled, "Isn't that how you look at it...or..." "Ah sure, however, I don't have an issue with kissing men since I do it on and off screen..." "Ahem," I choked on my last gulp, wondering why he would admit being a nancy so quickly. Antonio slapped me on my back, "Erm, you alright..." "Ahem, erm, yeah I, I am, I was just a little taken aback by the fact that you were so quick to say..." "Yes, confess to being a bender. I thought it to be important since you don't seem to be one." "And how do you know that I'm not?" Our brown eyes met, neither of us blinking. Antonio leaned in closer, raising an eyebrow. "Well are you?" "Whatever excites me at that present time I go for it. I'm a rather sexual person..." Antonio chuckled, "Fair enough and...well...I thought I might let you know about my status so there will be no issues, if...I... continue after the director says cut." Antonio's smile was huge; the pearly whites were gleaming. Again, I laughed, "Oh is that how it goes. Do you treat all your costars that way? Keep kissing them after the scene is supposed to stop..." "Well, that depends if they are outstanding kissers or not. Maybe, you can let me know what I am up against in our scene..." "You mean, like a sample or a test run..." "Exactly..." Once more, I giggled. 'I like him...has a personality like my own.' We actors have always had huge egos. Moreover, adult film performers were no exception; in fact, we had even bigger ones. Being on camera, showing all your body parts for the consumer to see was work that had to be fully enjoyed; no shyness or modesty allowed. Unlike in the United States, where I had done work before, here at home, the adult film industry was not as taboo. Particularly because, we are not as uptight here in Britain about nudity. In addition, playing a bender in a movie was not a huge deal. This new movie, Tight was new territory for me. Although I had done other movies where I would kiss another man on the cheek or even the mouth to turn the lead female on, this one had an all-male cast, which of course meant it was a gay movie. Not to mention, a full-blown sex scene. "Erm, Christian, so are you willing to give me what I asked..." Antonio said after putting a pen in between his teeth. 'Shit, he is...delicious...' For most of my life, I had considered myself openly sexual, meaning I did not mind either. Being labeled was so confining and since I hated being pigeon holed, I never called myself gay, straight, or bisexual. All I knew is if an individual were attractive enough to me to fuck, then I would take advantage of the opportunity. "Why not Antonio, however, let's do it in character shall we?" Antonio smiled after removing the writing utensil from his mouth. "Sure, I'm ready whenever you are..." "Brill, let's do the line on page six..." I said whilst flipping through the pages. "Alright...ahem...," he cleared his throat. "Brett, the time has come for me to depart, but before I do, fancy a kiss before I say goodbye..." "Don't mind if I do..." I said with a smirk. Slowly, I leaned in, making my lips available for him to connect. As soon as our mouths met, I felt his tongue forcing entry inside, making my cock stand at attention. 'God's...' The feel of his lips on top of mine was exhilarating. "Shhiii...fuu..." I moaned, while we swapped spit. "Mmmhhh...damn, I think you passed the test..." Antonio breathed fondling my long, brown locks. "Humph, I guess I did, your tongue got a little excited there..." "Well, it couldn't help itself. It felt too good to stop..." Antonio combed my strands before tracing my face with his fingers. Gazing into each other's eyes, I felt the attraction between us to be uncontrollable. Even though we had just met, I knew that this movie would be a fun experience. Moreover, I had always been one to know right away if someone I desired was fuckable; Antonio definitely fit the bill. "You know Christian; there are quite a few scenes where Brett and Timothy are more than a little close..." "So there are. Not to mention a third man whose name is..." "Charlie," a man's voice called out from nowhere. Antonio and I turned to our left to meet the gaze of a fine looking blue-eyed creature. 'Who is this?' "Might the two of you be my fellow drama queens, Antonio and Christian...?" "Well yes, I'm Antonio," he said extending his hand. "And you must be Christian then, yeah?" The very tall fellow said to me. "I would reckon I am, what's your real name, Charlie..." "Charlie is my name, as is the character. Just how appropo can that be?" Both of us laughed. "True, how long have you been in the business Charlie?" Antonio asked pulling a chair next to him for Charlie to sit in. "For only a couple of years, got my start doing commercials for Persil detergent as a baby. Then I went on to mainstream acting straight out of University. I also did a bit of singing back in the day but the band never made it..." "I see, show business is a bit more, steady than the music one at the moment anyway..." Antonio said seriously. "Yeah, sure it is. At least my pretty face can always be in a magazine or on an advertisement. Musically, if you got no hit record, you drop off the face of the earth..." "True, Charlie. So, the script says you are to be kissing both of us, does that make you a nervous man, Charlie?" Antonio said with a sly grin. "Not at all, I've done a lot more than just kissing fellows. Not to mention, done more than two..." he chuckled. Again, I cleared my throat. "Just how many and..." "The most, about six and we did a lot more than just swabbing tonsils..." "Well, sounds like you are a pro..." Antonio shifted more in his seat to face our cohort directly. "I am, just because I'm a newbie doesn't mean I haven't done much. What about the two of you..." Antonio pulled his hands together. "Erm about four years actually, but I haven't had that many at once. I've done a lot more mainstream bender work than pornography." "Hmm, what about you gorgeous. I want to say, I have seen you in a couple of films..." I crossed my legs meeting Charlie's blues. "Maybe you have. Been in Fire's Started, Outlaw..." "Ah, Outlaw. I have seen that, I knew I noticed that pretty face and beautiful hair. Antonio, I have yet to check out your work but I think I will make a pit stop on the way home to pick up a couple of your movies. I like to study the guys I'm with." Antonio giggled, "So do I, Charlie. I take it you have no problem with the last scene we are doing then..." "Not at all, mate. Should be a lot of fun to be one of the bookends on the pretty one, yeah..." Antonio chuckled, "I'm on the top and you're on the bottom..." 'What...' I looked at Charlie, then at Antonio. "Just what are you two referring to?" Giggling, both of them patted a body part: Charlie my shoulder after getting up from his seat while Antonio slapped my kneecap. "Why Christian, you don't know what the last scene entails?" Antonio met my gaze again. "Erm, I really haven't gotten to the end. Only up to page thirty-two." Charlie stood in front of me, drinking a bottle of soda. "Wow...Antonio, I think we should enlighten him..." 'About...' Antonio took my hand before beginning to speak, "Erm, chum, the ending scene has all three of us, Brett, Timothy, and Charlie in bed together, having sex..." "Really, we are taking turns or..." "You could say that, at least Charlie and I, ar. We swap being the bookends..." 'Oh boy...' Stunned, I quickly thumbed to the last scene, which said all three characters ending the movie in bed. *Both Charlie and Timothy penetrate...Brett.* 'Wow...' "Have you ever had the pleasure of such a happening, Christian?" Charlie said placing his hands on the armrests of my chair, leaning in. "Um, no...I...I haven't. This would be a first time." That moment I became a little uneasy. It was true, I had done quite a bit in my acting career but never had two men fucked me at once. Still, the amount was lucrative; I had no intention of quitting. "Well, it's quite an experience, chum. Surely it's one you will need to be ready for too, maybe we can get you prepared for the huge event, hmmm?" Antonio traced my face once more. "Maybe or not. I mean, if we try it before hand it might ruin the spontaneity of it, right? We want it to look and feel as real and enjoyable as possible." Charlie twirled my long locks around his fingers. "You're right, mate. I tell ya, I have been on the receiving end of that and there is nothing like it..." Antonio pouted a bit before joining Charlie with the fondling of my hair. "Very well, I guess it will wait till the day of, then. Obviously, because of the length of the script it won't be too long before the event arrives..." Due to the slight disdain on Antonio's face, I felt the need to appease him. I chuckled, "True, but, it doesn't stop us from testing out other things, does it?" Charlie shook his head, "Not at all, lovely. Such as the scene on page twenty-one, where Brett, Timothy, and Charlie share in a hot smooch. We could certainly practice that." Antonio and I giggled at Charlie's suggestion; mostly because we liked it, I suppose. Antonio stood up, positioning himself right next to Charlie. They faced each other with Charlie pulling Antonio into him rather roughly. . Before Antonio could say a word, Charlie planted his lips on top of Antonio's catching him off guard. 'Ah, I am going to enjoy this job...' While the two of them were still embracing, Charlie removed his hand from Antonio's waist and motioned for me to get up. The moment I did, that hand yanked me into the fray, only I had not joined lips with either yet. "Mmmhhh...Charlie..." Antonio groaned before burying his head into Charlie's neck. "Shiii...mmmhhh...," Charlie moaned as he took my mouth inside of his, wrestling with my tongue. 'God's...' Antonio joined us causing quite a disruption underneath my denims. The space between the material and my cock was getting smaller by the second. "Fuck..." I whispered as both of my co-stars hands cupped my thighs, gripping them through my jeans. "Mmmhhh, guys, erm, the scene only called for a couple of minutes then there is a speaking part, yeah?" We were all lost in the moment, this scene would be hard to finish. Antonio stopped kissing us to speak. "Christian, not sure the voice portion is needed at this time, yeah?" "Mmm...not even," Charlie growled, moving his hand from my ass to the waistband of my trousers. Immediately, I felt his fingers touch my flesh, pinching the skin. "Shhiii..." I hissed again as my mind started to wander, playing out scenarios of the three of us on camera or off. Did not matter at this point, I wanted both, in with me as soon as possible. As we continued, someone yelled from a distance, "Hey, cut. Really good to see you all are getting acquainted." A short man who I had guessed was the director was walking up to us, clapping. 'Yeah, getting to know one another is right, I am ready to for that two on one to commence...' ~*****~ After our initial meeting, the three of us went out, chatting one another up, having drinks at the local pubs after work. Though we were men who liked men, we all were straight-acting gents, not calling attention to ourselves by acting campy in public. Once we got alone though, mostly at Charlie's apartment since it was close to all the bars, we practiced those lip-locking scenes, each time, leaving one another hot and bothered for the big occurrence. One of those evenings, we went out to a local gay friendly club in London called, Hooligan's. The climate in there was so easy going, that some of the patrons knew one another. When we arrived, we took a booth towards the back. Antonio sat across from Charley and I, which was fine with me since I felt more of an attraction to Charlie. Although I met Antonio first, Charlie and I got to know each other a little more during conversations on the phone as well as after scenes on the set. Unlike Antonio, who seemed to be more self-centered and shallow, Charlie was more reflective. Yes, he had an ego but he was not brash; he really knew what he wanted to do in this industry and beyond. Seemingly, he was so charming and intelligent; if I desired a steady man in my life, he would be the one I would pick. "So gents, has the business been a good time or what," Antonio said taking his first draft from the waitress. "It has," Charlie answered, "the best damn job I've ever had and since I have not had many, it's even better." "I'm not sure what I would do if it weren't for the acting business, however, I do know that I would not be as happy as I am now." I chugged the contents of my glass. Antonio stared at me with longing eyes, "Hmm, a little thirsty, Christian?" Amused, "Yes I am, not only that, I love a drink with a frosty head," I winked. Charlie chuckled, "You seem to gulp that down pretty easy; you must have a nice size throat." "The skills gentlemen, it all comes after a few years of practice." "Hmph, deep throat, huh?" Again, I batted an eye towards the object of my lust because even though he was shallow, it did not mean I would kick him out of my bed. "Yep, maybe someday I can show you just how good I am." Once I finished my statement, we all laughed. This was normal protocol for actors when doing a movie. Hang out with one another so all could be comfortable; so much so that we made a pact to be in touch after the shooting was over. Finally, the aforementioned event had arrived. The scene was not too hard, all three of us would be enjoying a drink after a big deal and since Tight was a movie about a gay mafia, the upcoming finale would be appropriate. All of our outfits were uniquely different. While I was dressed in suit, Antonio donned a short black jacket with gray pants and a tie; Charlie was dressed like a rock star with the tightest pair of black leathers I had ever seen. Strange that a mafia man would be wearing such a get up but it is a bender flick after all and Charlie's character was switching allegiances so, it worked. Before we were to take part in the event, the director asked us to take a couple of shots for promotions. Seemingly, because his studio, BritBoy, was one of the classiest in the industry, he refused to have covers with nude men on either side. To him, it meant more to have a sleeve that left more to the consumer's imagination; pretty boys clothed, the person wonders what is underneath. For most of the photos, we stood relatively apart, meaning there was no embracing on camera. However, we posed where we were a lot closer for a few of them. Once the pictures were done, we stood in place getting ready for the scene. All of us had our lines down packed, truthfully there were not that many. The scene was to begin with Timothy (Antonio) and me, in a deep embrace with Charlie walking in on us after his gang had been eliminated. After a few moments, we started with Antonio combing my strands while engulfing my mouth. Promptly, I grabbed his buttocks since I had my eyes on them the whole time before the shoot. Antonio's response was his tongue, going down my throat, swabbing my tonsils. "Gods..." I cooed. That was not in the script but the director did not mind, he wanted it to be as natural as possible. 'I cannot wait any longer...' While we continued, Charlie walks in, slapping my ass before pulling me into his crotch. His teeth gripping onto my biceps, making me wince and my dick stand at attention. "So I guess this duel is ova, yeah?" Timothy (Antonio) said, planting kisses on my neck. "I would say it is, gentlemen. Seemingly, all is well that ends like this..." Charlie said with his arms binding my waist. Antonio put his around me as well as on top of Charlie's arms. I leaned back into Charlie's chest, with my head touching his shoulder. Antonio planted light nips along my throat. I reached out for him, running my fingers through his scalp. "Charlie, I think it's time for your initiation, mate; we need to let you know that you are now part of the family." Antonio said ceasing the nibbling to speak. "I feel as though I already am...," said Charlie who inched into me again, grinding his crotch against my ass. 'Damn...' Within seconds, our lips were intertwined again in a three-way kiss. The feel of both tongues invading my mouth caused a spurt of pre-passion juices and my nipples to harden. In all the sexual experiences, I had, I have never been so ready to fuck in my life. Right then, I wanted Antonio and Charlie to split me in two; their indulgence of me would be for all our pleasure. After a few moments, the director yelled cut and we were still within each other's arms and embraces. He screamed cut again while chuckling and we turned, giving him a collective glare. "Damn it, I am so ready for this now...are you ready, Christian?" Antonio said, fondling my nubs through my shirt. "Yes, I...I can't focus right now...you two might need to carry me through this scene..." I was only being truthful; my mind was on one thing only. Charlie lifted my chin, pecking me on the lips once more, "That's fine, we are the ones that will be pinning you in a bit, anyway, right?" "Yeah..." I breathed, bringing him closer, desiring his mouth a top mine again. "Gentlemen, can we move to the boudoir spot on the set, thanks," the director ordered. Without much hesitation, we did as we were asked; however, I had an idea I wanted to run past my costars and the man behind the camera. To make this even more interesting, I desired for us to be filmed undressing, prolonging the act rather than starting the scene unclothed. While Charlie and Antonio sat on the bed, I went to the director, letting him know what I wanted. Not surprisingly, he loved the idea saying it would add more tension to the film. When I told my two costars, they were pretty excited. "I think that's a great suggestion, especially since Charlie is wearing the pants that look as if he were poured into them..." Antonio chided, fondling my long locks again. I was lying between the two of them, Charlie on my left, Antonio on my right. One of my hands was on each man, playing with whatever body part was the most comfortable for me to touch. It's Only Acting Charlie giggled, "Yeah seems as though I was just placed into them in a way, but believe it or not, they are quite stretchy." At the close of his comment, I looked at his bulge beyond the zipper. Seemingly, in the trousers, it resembled a monster wanting to get out. Obviously, Charlie went through a lot to tame the snake within its harness. Only minutes later, the director cried action again. Knowing the fun that was about to begin, I tried to collect myself for the scene. Charlie and Antonio were hyped too; I could tell by the way that they kissed while I lay on the mattress. The sounds of their heavy breathing and lips smacking was all that was heard as I caressed their crotches. The sight of seeing them making out was a turn-on in itself; I could climax just from watching them. Once they ceased, they both looked down at me, tracing the lines on my chest and trousers. Antonio was the first to lean down, engulfing my lips while undoing the button and zipper on my pants. Charlie reached in to assist, plunging his fingers into the hole, bringing my cock out of hiding. "Uuuhhh...ahhh..." I breathed, as he grasped my shaft with his hand, jerking it lightly. Antonio took the liberty to slide my trousers down after removing my shoes from my feet. When done, he met my gaze once more, unbuttoning my shirt. Our tongues intertwined again with Charlie joining the party after a few seconds. With our mouths still together, I leaned upwards for Charlie to take off my jacket whilst Antonio finished relieving me of my shirt and tie. Back on the sheets I fell, enjoying the massages I was receiving with my two men of the moment. Again, we stopped, and Antonio got up before kneeling at the edge of the bed, facing the opening between my legs. Curious as to what he was doing, I sat up again with Charlie kneading my pectorals while planting light nips across my neck. Within seconds, Antonio wrapped the tie around my balls and cock, tugging on it gently. Not too long after, his mouth fully enveloped the bulbous head, making me jerk a little. "God's ugh..." I groaned as his lips sucked the tip. Delighting in it, I drew him closer with one of my hands on the back of his neck while the other assisted Charlie with his own jacket and shirt. When I had it off, my fingers worked their way down to the tight leathers, fumbling with his zipper. Charlie unbuckled the belt around his waist, before pulling it out the loops. "Shiiii..." Charlie moaned, as we both pulled his pants down, while he took off his loafers. The minute we finished, my lips took his in, thrashing with his tongue. His fingers pinched the nubs on my chest making them harden once more under his touch. "Oohhh..." I whispered as he made a trail with his lips down my neck onto my chest. Again, I lay back, still enjoying the feel of both men devouring my body. Lost in ecstasy, I let my arms drop on either side of my head. The cameras up above were focusing in on my face, I made sure the people working them would see the pleasure I was enjoying. A few minutes passed and I felt Charlie joining Antonio on my cock. The tie was still around my erection as they went on licking and sucking every part of it. "Fu...shhh..." I could not formulate words now, since Antonio lifted my legs on his shoulders to get at that tight, puckered muscle between my thighs. Slightly, I lifted, seeing Charlie take the reins on my dick while Antonio penetrated me with his tongue. Slowly, he coupled it with one finger, pressing it inside. Charlie removed the necktie from my shaft before putting it back around my throat to yank me into a lip lock. Our tongues wrestled as he held on to the accessory. After some minutes, Antonio came up from position meeting us for another hot embrace. Now, only he was dressed and both of us, pulled him onto the bed, undressing him piece by piece. As I got up from the mattress, he lay back, enjoying our hands moving along his torso. Quickly, I glanced at the director and crew who were silently smiling, enjoying the show we were putting on. I exchanged winks with the director before kneeling over Antonio. By this point, we had removed his blazer along with his shoes and trousers. With my tie still around my neck, I pulled his apart while Charlie unbuttoned his shirt. I used his to pull him up to me, plunging my tongue between his lips. Deeply we kissed while Charlie nibbled on his neck. "God, oohhh...shhh..." Antonio breathed whilst holding my tie as we connected. When we stopped, I tapped Charlie, motioning to him to meet us face to face. "Let's do this now, yeah?" Again, a line not in the script but appropriate for the situation. In fact, there was no more script, this was the love scene; it was all adlibbing until the end. Both men agreed with my statement as Charlie crawled to the headboard opening his legs. Immediately, I grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing the cold liquid on my fingers. I passed it to Antonio to prepare himself while I prepped Charlie. While I sheathed Charlie's cock with the condom, I felt Antonio pushing one wet digit inside my tight hole. "Mmmhhh...I bit my lip, as he wiggled it around my space. The sensation of it caused an instant erection. Charlie reached for me, grasping on to my shoulders to bring me closer to him. I obliged, pulling myself away from Antonio's willing index to impale myself onto Charlie's hardened flesh. Slowly, I slid myself down on top, before leaning in to give Antonio a comfortable spot to come behind. "Ooohhh fuck," Charlie groaned as his cock was fully encased by my canal. His hands gripped my buttocks, pulling them apart to give Antonio the welcome. As I moved forward some more, Antonio, took cue, easing his way inside. The thickness of both of them caused a loss of breath. I knelt still, while both men moved inside me methodically. After only a few tries we were coordinated; a rhythm that could not be disturbed. "God, ahhhh..." Antonio yelled as I felt his lips on the nape of my neck. His hands, grasping onto my shoulders for balance. Once Charlie's blues met my browns, he moved upwards to kiss me. Afterwards, he took the tie off my neck. "Give me your hands, luv...," he whispered. Promptly, I did just as he commanded and before I could object, he tied my wrists together, placing them around his neck. "Fu....ugghhh..." Again, my brain was scattered. It was the hottest thing to be bound while fucking; not sure how he knew I enjoyed that. "Shit...uhhh..." Antonio groaned while leaning on my back. "God's this feels amazing, yeah?" "Mmhmm..." I gasped not able to formulate sentences or words. The stimulation from two cocks inside me was exceptional, making me wonder why I had not yet tried it. "It is...damn, Christian, ugh..." Charlie angled up slightly, licking my lips. Within seconds, I bit his tongue before entangling it with my own. At this point, my groin became more uncomfortable; the need to empty it was right around the corner. Hoping that my two companions felt the same, I clenched my muscles, together, tightly. That moment, Antonio pushed into me with a little more force letting me know he was ready to explode. "Oohhh...ahhh..." he groaned loudly, pulling out immediately. Only a minute later, I felt the warm liquid pelt my flesh. Afterwards, I looked over my shoulder to catch his lips in a kiss. "Shiitt..." I breathed, still delighting in the penetration of Charlie who now was going in full throttle. Antonio moved from behind to lie next to Charlie. He turned towards him, fingering Charlie's nipples between his thumb and index. Not too long after, Antonio took his own tie running it against Charlie's skin whilst engulfing his mouth within his own. 'Shit, what a hot shot.' In awe, I watched my two costars enjoy one another. Still bound, I joined them in the kiss. While we embraced, I sensed Charlie's explosion on the horizon as well as mine. "Fuck!" Charlie screamed as he removed himself from the fray, sliding out of me. After only a minute, he snapped the latex off jerking his cock with Antonio's assistance. The ooze from the mushroom head looked delicious, if I weren't tied; I would move down to sample it. Seemingly, Antonio knew this and used his fingers as a spoon, taking a bit for himself as well as me, placing his index on my lips. "Mmmhhh...it's your turn beautiful," said Antonio before giving Charlie a taste of his own wine. I nodded as Charlie stopped his embrace with Antonio to remove my arms from his neck. With one sharp move, I rolled off Charlie onto the mattress. Antonio shifted a bit giving me space while Charlie positioned himself between my legs. Antonio took his tie off giving it to Charlie, who wrapped my dick as Antonio did earlier. The silk fabric around my hardened muscle coupled with Charlie's mouth sucking the head, sent me over the edge. Instantly, the juice shot out of my cock into Charlie's waiting mouth. "Fuck...UGH!" I yelled, as it continued to flow with Antonio invoking more by stroking my shaft. Seemingly, Charlie did not waste a drop, gulping it all down without me feeling any on my skin. As the aftershocks were wearing off, my tied hands danced within the blond locks of Charlie, who moved upwards to join us once more. Again, we all locked lips, in yet another hot exchange and even though I was spent, I could feel a slight twitch. Just as we were delighting in one another, the director yelled cut. "My God that was hot! I have never seen anything that scorching in my life..." he exclaimed from the background. Not too long after, I heard the crew applauding while sounding off with cheers. Still, the three of us had not moved, enjoying the event. It was as Antonio stated on the first day we met about continuing once the scene is done. We were still caught in the moment, not wanting it to end. When I said it was only acting, I couldn't have been more incorrect. The lust between us showed it to be more than that.