“How lucky that our paths crossed,” Arden said. I couldn’t disagree more.
Inside the hotel room, the john tossed me his phone and told me his passcode. He didn’t offer to shower or even wash his hands, and he didn’t expect it of Arden either. A glass of water would have been nice.
“I’ll probably never get another guy as good-looking as you,” the john said with genuine adoration. My envy reignited—it had never really gone away—and I was paralyzed with indecision. There was no way I could watch this play out, but I couldn’t walk away either.
“Aren’t you a charmer,” Arden cooed, then turned to me, all business. “Try to keep my face out of it.” The john complained that was his best feature, to which Arden replied coyly, “But you haven’t seen my ass yet.”
The man scoffed at that but didn’t argue. He stripped off his sweat-stained shirt, revealing a wide girth with whorls of hair everywhere. His pants came next as the man fumbled with his belt buckle. Arden watched him like a con artist sizes up his mark. He wasn’t nervous or having second thoughts. He was in his element.
“Come ‘mere,” the man said gruffly. He grabbed Arden by his shirtfront and brutalized his mouth with a kiss that probably tasted like sour beer and desperation. Arden stiffened, then submitted to it. His reaction was that way with me too, maybe because he never knew what to expect.
“Where’d you come from?” the man said, yanking Arden’s shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
“Narnia,” Arden said.
“Where the hell is that?”
“Pretty far from here.”
“You’re too pretty for this town. You should move to New York City. Become a model.”
Arden’s eyes widened. “You think I could?” he asked demurely.
“Hell yeah, or work in porn.”
“I’m working in porn right now,” Arden teased. The man tried to relieve Arden of his pants but gave up after a half-hearted attempt at peeling them from his hips. He told Arden to get naked, and Arden did so with practiced efficiency. He seemed comfortable in his skin, and only a little wary, trying to anticipate the john’s next move.
Then there was no turning back. The john’s hands were eager and rough. I didn’t know if it was his demeanor or because he was a big man with big hands and not a lot of patience. He pawed Arden everywhere—his ass, his thighs, his cock and balls. He sucked his face like a squid, then smacked his butt and told him to get his ass on the bed. The john was naked save for his socks. His dick was rock hard with the head poking out of his foreskin like a red rocket. Not as big as I’d expected for a man of his stature, but it hardly mattered because soon enough, he’d be fucking Arden while I filmed it.
Arden was enthusiastic as far as I could tell. Made the appropriate moans and groans, but the whole thing seemed put-on, like that twink in the porno we watched. Arden had a spaced-out look on his face, and I wondered if he might be disassociating, like when I did a reading and had to detach my mind from my body in order to get through it.
“Come get a close-up of this,” the john said to me. He was fingering Arden’s ass.
I came around to Arden’s backside and saw what had him so excited. Arden’s naked hole, hungrily clutching at the man’s fingers. Pink and raw and perfect.
“Damn, that’s hot,” he said. He noticed my own erection and invited me to take it out, so I did. I stroked it a few times, capturing that on video too. I glanced up to see Arden watching me with a hooded expression.
“Put it in my mouth,” he said. The john offered me Arden’s cock sucking services with a hospitable gesture. Guilt warred with my arousal, and Arden, noticing my hesitation, told me to come closer. I climbed onto the bed and sat against the headboard with my pants peeled down just enough to expose myself. Getting fully naked would make me too vulnerable. “I still can’t reach you,” he complained. Even though I wanted Arden’s lips and tongue on my naked skin, I slipped a condom over my erection and scooted toward him.
Arden mouthed my cockhead while the john continued working over his ass, probably more than was necessary. Arden was sloppy on my cock, drooling and slurping and generally slutty. Even knowing it was a performance didn’t diminish my desire, and I found myself slipping into a role of my own, that of a man who would take what he was being offered without considering his own decency.
My fingers carded through Arden’s wavy hair while he bobbed up and down. He gave head with a single goal in mind. I probably wouldn’t come like this, not with a condom dulling the sensation and Arden’s machine-like efficiency.
“Even his dick is nice,” the man said, taking hold of it like a gear shaft and giving it a few rough pumps. “You could definitely work in porn.”
Arden mumbled something in gratitude, not deviating from his task.
“I’m about to bust a nut,” the john said. “Gotta get inside this cunt right quick. You got a condom there, buddy.”
I tossed him one. Arden had filled my pockets before we left. The john ripped it open with his teeth and sheathed his cock, then drizzled more of the lube I’d provided him. With one big hand on Arden’s back, I watched him line himself up.
“Here it comes, pretty boy.”
Arden popped off my cock and raised himself on all fours while the man sunk in, not stopping until he was balls deep. The man groaned and Arden arched like a cat with an exhalation that passed from his mouth to mine. The man was inside him. A stranger. A john.MyArden was getting pumped full of paying dick for the price of a nice lunch in Manhattan.
The phone in my hand blinked red. I’d forgotten I was recording. “You’re out of storage.”
“Fuck it,” he said. I tossed his phone onto the other bed while the john picked up the pace. Arden had wound up in my arms while the man stood behind him with his bad knee braced against the bed, punching into him without much finesse. Their bodies made wet, slapping sounds. Meat on meat. Dick in hole. It was a strange arrangement, Arden and I tangled in a lover’s embrace while the john rutted against him like a sweaty pig.
