Disappointment stabbed him in the gut. “That’s a damn shame.” Then a hand tightened around his heart, icy to the touch. “Is he all right?” He’d been trying not to worry when e-mails and texts had gone unanswered, phone calls too.
“Oh, he’s fine,” William reassured him with a smile. “In fact, he’s going to star in one of the first videos for the new company. We’re all very excited about it.”
Mike didn’t hear the rest of William’s comments about who his new scene partner was to be. His mind was still trying to take on board the bombshell about Jack.
He’s doing bareback?What the fuck?
Mike couldn’t believe Jack would go against everything he’d ever said about doing bareback porn.No wonder he doesn’t want to film with me.He fuckingknowshow I feel about this. There was no way Mike would’ve been able to hide his disappointment in his friend and ex-lover. Whatever circumstances had brought about this change of heart, it still didn’t detract from the danger in which he was placing his scene partners. God knew, Mike wanted to be supportive, butthis?
He walked out of the studios in a daze, barely registering the driver’s attempts at conversation as they drove to the Marriott near LAX. His mind was a mess: a new bareback site, Jack abandoning his principles and integrity, the dawning realization that his ex had been deliberately avoiding him….
Just get through the next few days.Then it’s back to normal.
It took a moment for the thought to sink in. He was a fuckingporn star, for Christ’s sake. What the fuck was normal about that?
By the time his scene partner, Paul, had asked for a fifth break, Mike was getting pissed. Yet again, he watched Paul slope off to the corner of the set where he’d left a towel and his tablet. By now Mike knew better than to try to attempt a conversation with the guy. His first few forays had been met with cool indifference, bordering on rudeness.
Might as well take advantage of the break.
Mike went off to his own quiet little corner where he’d left his rather large dildo and lay down on the low couch to have a few moments stretching himself some more, prior to the penetration scene. He slicked it up and slowly pushed it into his ass, forcing himself to relax. He closed his eyes and focused on regaining his hard-on, as his dick had apparently decided it wasn’t playing ball. Not that he was all that surprised. Paul made the right noises for the camera, but there was a distinct lack of chemistry.
This was not going to be an easy one.
“Yeah, I was gonna ask if you were ready for that baseball bat of Paul’s,” Terry said in a low voice. Mike opened his eyes to peer at the director standing next to him. Terry chuckled as he gazed at Mike. “Guess I shouldn’t have worried, dealing with a pro like you.” He craned his neck to gaze in Paul’s direction. “Talkative bastard, ain’t he?” He grinned.
Mike pushed the silicone dildo deeper into him and looked up at Terry, the situation not feeling in the least bit surreal. He’d worked with Terry practically every time he’d come out to LA.
“Whatishis problem?”
Terry hunkered down next to Mike’s head. “I’d say your tits aren’t big enough, and they’re covered in hair, babe.” He snickered.
Mike saw the light. “Well, fuck.” That explained a lot. He pulled out the dildo and wiped off the lube with his towel before leaving it to one side to be cleaned later. He sat up and glanced over at Paul, who’d plugged in some earphones and was staring fixedly at his tablet, his free hand working his cock. “Wanna place a bet on what he’s watching over there?”
Terry barked out a laugh. “That’s a no-brainer.” He glanced at Paul. “Oh, looks like he’s ready to continue. At least his dick is.” He smirked and rose to his feet. “C’mon, let’s get this finished. Then you can go back to your hotel and have a few stiff drinks.”
“Amen to that.” Mike got up from the couch, towel in hand, and walked onto the set where the bed awaited them, sheets already mussed from their encounter so far. He dropped the towel onto the floor beside the bed, climbed up onto it, and awaited Terry’s instructions. Paul joined him, standing to one side, hand still tugging at his thick, heavy cock.
“Okay, boys, let’s make this the final shoot.” Terry gazed at Paul. “Resume the last position—Scott, on your back, legs over Paul’s shoulders—and then we’ll go for the cum shot. You ready for that, Scott?”
“I will be,” Mike said with a grim smile. He took up his position, and Paul slid easily into him, hands gripping his thighs. When Terry called action, Paul proceeded to pound his ass, thrusting long and hard. Mike wrapped his hand around his semi-hard cock and retreated into the world inside his head. He focused on a spot just beyond Paul’s head and concentrated on coming. Paul huffed and growled, sounding the part, but Mike dialed him out.
In his head was a sweet, shy-looking young man with reddish-brown hair and beautiful green eyes. Those eyes were fixed on Mike while he slowly unbuttoned a white shirt, revealing those wide, firm pecs, creamy skin everywhere he could see. Mike pulled at his dick, breathing heavily as he imagined that shirt coming off, those eyes growing wider when Mike stepped closer to him, reaching out to stroke that sweet face.
“Oh yeah,” he said softly, picturing the young man’s mouth opening for a kiss, lips full, tongue darting out nervously to lick them. Mike’s balls drew up high and tight, and he gave Terry the quick hand signal. One of the cameramen focused on his dick, and Mike held his shaft tightly as his orgasm barreled down on him. Come shot out across his chest in a wide arc, surprising him by its force and magnitude. He rarely produced that much,and to do so with such a relatively innocent image in his head was a first for him. His body jolted, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of his climax.
Then it was time to film Paul’s cum shot. Paul pulled out of Mike, and an assistant handed him his tablet. He knelt between Mike’s spread legs, the tablet on the bed where he could see it, het porn playing silently on it. He worked his dick, his eyes never leaving the small screen, his breathing becoming uneven. Mike left him to build up his cum shot and switched off for a while. It was far more pleasant in his imagination, picturing his shy “stalker.”
Where didthatcome from?
He couldn’t get the image out of his head, that young man from Woofs perched on his bar stool, those big green eyes watching Mike while he worked, that muscled body hidden under T-shirts and jeans….
“Ready.” Paul’s signal cut through his thoughts, and Mike pulled himself back into the scene. The tablet was quickly buried in the bedsheets, and then Paul cried out harshly, pulling off the condom and shooting over Mike’s belly and dick in spurts of thick come.
Mike went through the mechanics of the scene, kissing Paul as he dropped his head to Mike’s, hands stroking Mike’s face. Then Terry yelled cut, and Paul was off him faster than a New York minute, clambering off the bed and heading to the shower.
“Nice one, guys,” Terry called out while the cameramen packed up. “We’ll fix the time disparity in editing.” He winked at Mike. “And now you need to clean up, go back to your hotel, and recuperate. We’re shooting again tomorrow at midday.” His eyes sparkled. “Think you can produce another cum shot like that one, Scott? ’Cause I have to say, that was pretty impressive.” Another smirk twisted his lips.
“I’ll have to work on it,” Mike responded, wiping himself off with his towel. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a minute, ignoring the hubbub around him. The force of that orgasm was becoming a memory already, leaving him once more calm and in control. But that image was still in his head.
