Wayne extended a hand to Tommy. “Delighted to meet you.” He turned to Mike. “Oh, I meant to tell you. The wife has sent you that recipe you were after, the one for peanut butter pie?”
Mike let out a moan of pleasure. “Oh, great. She’s been promising me that for months. Thank her for me, will you?”
“Sure.” Wayne grinned and then gave Tommy another nod. “It was nice meeting the man who got our Scott. You must be pretty special.” He walked off the set.
Tommy stared at Mike. “His wife?”
Mike nodded. “Wayne’s straight. Having said that, a lot of the guys that work here are straight.”
This was definitely not what Tommy had expected. Then he got a further shock when a short, pretty woman walked over to them.
“Scott! Nice to see you again. Did Tony tell you I was gonna be filming some of ManFactory’s scenes?”
“Hey, Alexa!” Mike hugged her. “Yeah, he might have mentioned it. You’re shooting this one?”
She nodded. “We’re just about to get going. You guys wanna take a seat?” She turned to Tommy. “I hear you’re Scott’s boyfriend. It’s a real pleasure to meet you. About time this guy settled down with someone. He’s been on his own for far too long.”
Her smile was infectious, and Tommy couldn’t help but return it.
Mike pointed to a couple of chairs out of the cameras’ viewpoint. “There,” he whispered.
Tommy followed him and sat, his stomach roiling. He didn’t have a clue what to expect next. He regarded the two actors who were disrobing. “Do you know them?” he asked in a hushed tone, his eyes focused on the lean bodies emerging from the white robes. Both men were tall and slim, with defined abs and well-toned arms and legs.
Mike nodded. “The dark-haired guy, that’s Trey. He’s been in the industry for a while now, about five years. And the blond, that’s Nick. He’s fairly new. He’s a sweet guy, very professional, even if filming with him can be a pain.”
“Why?” Tommy’s throat tightened at the thought of Mike having sex with the gorgeous young man before him.What could be a pain about making love tohim?
“Well,” Mike began, leaning closer, “it’s difficult to film with a guy who has to keep stopping ’cause he can’t stay hard for too long.”
Tommy stared at Nick, his gaze drifting lower to the actor’s dick, which was soft. “Does… does he have a problem? I mean, with gettin’ hard?” He couldn’t imagine someone with a medical issue like that lasting long in porn, even with his inexperience.
Mike chuckled. “Let’s just say, he’d find it a whole lot easier if Trey was a girl.”
Tommy gaped at Mike, openmouthed, and then glanced over at Nick. “He’s… straight?” Mike nodded. Tommy was bewildered. “But… he’s doin’ gay porn! Why would he do that? Why not just do porn with a girl?”
“Because this pays better.” Mike’s expression had lost some of its good humor. “That’s why there are loads of guys in this industry who are straight. We call them gay for pay.”
Tommy studied his face. “You don’t like them.”
Mike shrugged. “Some gay-for-pay guys are okay, like Nick over there, but there are others who are a nightmare to work with.” He tapped Tommy’s hand with his finger. “They’re ready.”
Tommy gave his attention to the scene on set. Alexa was instructing the two men, who were now lying under the white sheet. The lighting made it look like early morning, and it became clear they were just waking up together. Alexa stepped back, and the cameras started rolling. Nick was spooned around Trey and was kissing his neck and shoulder, his arm reaching over to stroke his dick under the sheet. Trey let out a soft moan and twisted around to face Nick, kissing him and pushing the sheet down past his groin to reveal his stiffening cock. He pushed up gently with his hips, and Nick kissed him while he worked Trey’s hardening dick.
Tommy was mesmerized, not by the men’s actions but by the emotion he was seeing on their faces. Nick was gazing at his costar, his soft moans so real that Tommy could believe they were lovers. Nick shifted and rolled on top of Trey, his hips rocking as he rubbed his cock against Trey’s, getting faster, their moans increasing in intensity.
“Yeah, want you inside me,” Trey whispered, gazing up at Nick before cupping his head and drawing him down into a passionate kiss that made Tommy’s toes curl just watching it. And then abruptly everything came to a halt when Alexa called for a break. Nick and Trey broke apart. Trey lay there on the bed, resuming their previous conversation as Nick sat up and was handed a tablet.
“Why’d they stop?” Tommy demanded. “An’ what’s Nick doin’?”
Mike moved closer until his breath tickled Tommy’s ear. “They stopped because Nick is about to top Trey, and it’s a little difficult to fuck a guy when you don’t have an erection.”He indicated Nick with his finger. “Right now Nick is watching straight porn and working on getting his dick hard for the next bit.”
Sure enough, Nick’s gaze was focused on the tablet, his hand sliding up and down his dick, which lengthened and thickened as Tommy watched. Now and then he’d acknowledge something Trey had said with a smile or a nod.
Tommy turned to Mike. “When they were kissin’ before, if you hadn’t told me Nick was straight, I’d have believed they were both gay.” More than that, he’d have believed they were lovers. The way Nick’s eyes lit up when he looked at Trey, the way his hands caressed his costar’s body, lovingly, tenderly…. Except looking at them now, the passion was gone. Tommy stared at Mike. “That’s what you were tryin’ to tell me, wasn’t it? That it’s just an act.”
Mike nodded. Just then Alexa called out that they were about to film again, and all conversation ceased. Nick put aside his tablet, and he and Trey resumed their positions.
Tommy watched the entire shoot from beginning to end. As each part of the scene progressed, he was amazed by the number of breaks and the almost clinical feel to it. The sensuality and heat of the scene was only present when the cameras were rolling. Otherwise, it was a case of stop-start, stop-start, with precise instructions as to what the director wanted to see on the screen. It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t hot, and Tommy finally understood that it was just a job.
