by K. C. Wells
Mike straightened. “Yeah, and we both know why ManFactory has done this, don’t we? It’s good business. Bareback sells better than condom porn these days. Isn’t that right?”
Tony nodded, his gaze locked on Mike’s face.
Mike clenched his fists. “I can understand a company deciding to make a move that brings in more money. That’s the nature of business. What I can’t stand, frankly, is the hypocrisy.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do studios make condom porn in the first place? Most of them started out just taking care of their stars, which is fair enough. But that’s not what ManFactory—and a few others I could name—said, was it? I remember, Tony. I remember the line about the studio ‘setting a good example.’ But now we have the situation where they’re editing out the rubber, which does seem to negate everything they’ve been saying for more than a decade, doesn’t it?” Mike rose to his feet. “I guess that’s just the way this business is going. And you know what? I actually feel relieved to be out of it.”
“You’re quitting?”
Mike turned toward the door at the sound of a familiar voice. Four men stood in the open doorway, staring at him, Dino among them, looking shocked. Mike gave them a relaxed smile.
“Hey, fellas, good to see ya.” He stepped away from the table to hug his friend. “You just missed my retirement speech.”
“I caught enough of it,” Dino said with a chuckle, and Mike could feel him smiling against his cheek. “You never were one to hold back, were ya, Scott?” He released Mike and moved aside as the others stepped forward, hands extended.
“Aw, sorry to hear that, buddy.”
“Glad we got to film together.”
“I can’t believe it! Scott Masters, retiring!”
Mike accepted the handshakes and hugs from his now former colleagues, guys he’d filmed with on more than one occasion. Then he remembered Tony, who was still sitting at the table, looking like a train had run him over. Mike held out his hand. “It was good knowing you, Tony. You were always great to work with, y’know that? And I’ll send my resignation in an e-mail once I get home.” He had a few of those to compose.
Tony stood up and shook his hand firmly. “For the record, I’m sorry to see you go. Professionals like you are few and far between these days.” He gave a brief nod. “You take care, Scott, and good luck for the future.” He picked up the clipboard and sighed. “And now I need to find me a porn star. I’ve got a role that needs filling.” With one last smile, he exited the room.
“Hey, you wanna go for a drink to celebrate your retirement?” Dino asked him with a grin. “I’m thinking champagne.” The others murmured in agreement.
Mike laughed. “It’s a bit early in the day, even for me. Thanks for the thought, but right now there’s a young man I gotta see. I have some important news to share with him.” He winked.
Dino broke into a huge smile. “Aw, Scott, that’s terrific!” He seized Mike in a fierce hug. “So pleased for ya,” he whispered.
Mike patted his friend on the back. “Thanks, Dino. I’ll be in touch, okay?”
Dino stared at him as he stepped away. “You’d better.” He grabbed Mike, spun him around, and then smacked him on the ass. “Now go find your man.”
Mike laughed. He said his good-byes and hurried out of the studio, giving Paul a friendly wave as he went through reception. Right then, all he wanted was to see Tommy’s face when he broke the news.
MIKE READ through the e-mail one last time and smiled to himself. It was polite but to the point. He picked up his phone and hit speed dial. A couple of rings and there was that familiar voice in his ear.
“Hey. I was just thinkin’ ’bout you.”
Tommy’s words filled him with warmth. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I saw you last. You doing anything right now?”
“Just lyin’ on the couch, readin’.”
“Come to my house? Please? I need to see you.” Mike fought hard to keep his tone even. He wanted Tommy in his arms so badly, he ached for it. The last few days had brought home to Mike just how much he loved having Tommy in his life.
The line went quiet. Mike could only guess at what was running through Tommy’s head. He awaited Tommy’s decision, his heart beating that little bit faster.
“Sure. Gimme twenty minutes an’ I’ll be there.”
The tension in his arms and back eased. Mike sagged into the chair. “Great. See you soon.” He disconnected, put the phone down, and returned his attention to his laptop screen. “Only one thing left to do,” he said out aloud. He slid his hand over to the mouse and clicked on Send. Mike pushed out a long breath. Done. He’d already written a post for his blog that announced his retirement. All he had to do was upload it. Aware of how quickly his fans usually responded, he knew it wouldn’t be long before word got around. He logged in to the site, uploaded the personal message, and added a photo of himself, clothed and smiling. “Adieu, Scott Masters.”
Damn, it felt good. Better than he’d imagined.
Mike shut down the laptop and put it into its bag, along with the mouse. He took one last look around the house to make sure everything was as it should be before Tommy’s arrival. He’d come back from the studio and begun cleaning and tidying, not that the place had been a mess. It had been a spring cleaning, sweeping the dust bunnies of Scott Masters out of the house so that Mike Scott could have a clean start.
He had just enough time before Tommy arrived for one last call. Mike smiled as it connected. He just wished he could see her face. “Good morning.”
“And good morning to you too, baby—what’s left of it at any rate. It’s almost lunchtime.” She paused. “You sound happy. Any particular reason for that?”
He chuckled. “You know what I’m gonna say, don’t ya?” He shook his head. Mothers and their intuition. “Well, it’s done and it’s official. I’m out of the porn industry.”
“Thank heavens! We can celebrate this Sunday when you bring Tommy to lunch,” she said pointedly.
Mike guffawed. “You just don’t quit, do ya? Okay, I’ll bring him to lunch. Happy now?”
“I’ll be happier on Sunday when I lay eyes on him,” she replied dryly. “What is it about him that you’re not telling me?”
There was no way Mike was going to spoil the surprise, but he couldn’t resist teasing her, just a little. “Put it this way, Mom. I didn’t go fishing in the same pond as usual.”
That got her quiet, at least for a moment. “Well, I’ll be damned. Looks like you do listen to your momma sometimes, after all.” A pause. “Lord, but you’re an evil child. You tell me this on Monday, knowing full well it’s gonna drive me crazy all week ’til I meet him!”
He laughed loudly. “You raised me, Mom. I must’ve learned it from you.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Is it okay if I cut this short? I’m expecting someone any minute.”
“Would that someone be Tommy, by any chance?”
“It might.” And Mike had enough time to grab a shower beforehand. “Love you, Mom,” he interjected before she could start asking more questions, “and I’ll see you Sunday, all right?”
She said her good-byes, although her grudging tone told Mike there was more she wanted to say, but he was conscious of the time. He disconnected, put the phone down, and hurried into the bathroom. Within minutes he was under the jets, soaping away the tensions and worries of the day. He resisted the temptation to jerk off, even though he was hard as a rock. Better to make this quick. The thought of Tommy in his home once more wasn’t helping matters. If anything, it was making him harder, if that were possible.
He put on his jeans and a clean dark blue shirt, leaving his feet bare. He always preferred to be barefoot around the house, even in the wintertime. It wasn’t long before he heard Tommy’s truck pulling up in the driveway. Mike opened the front door and watched his lover walk up the front steps, that familiar shy smile in evidence.
Mike didn’t say a word but step
ped to one side to let Tommy enter. Mike closed the door behind him, and Tommy stood there, rubbing his palms on his jeans like he always did when he was nervous. It only took a second for Mike to recall how Tommy had been on Friday, unhappy and uncomfortable. At least he seemed more relaxed, but there was an expectant air about him.
Mike had no intentions of torturing him.
He held open his arms. “So, do you have a hug for a retired porn star?”
Tommy stared at him, those green eyes widening. “You quit? Since when?”
It wasn’t quite the reaction Mike had been expecting. Given that Mike hadn’t shared his career with Tommy, Mike could understand his apparent disbelief. He lowered his arms slowly. “Since this morning.”
“But… you had a shoot today. Didn’t you?” Tommy’s eyes never left him. “What happened? Did somethin’ happen at the studio?” He bit his lip. “Sorry, but after we talked about this, I had no idea you were even thinkin’ ’bout quittin’. ’Specially as you were gonna do a shoot.” He blinked rapidly, hands falling to his sides.
Mike took his phone from his pocket and went online to his blog. Just as he’d thought, the comments were already coming in, thick and fast. He took a second or two to take in the best wishes of his fans, along with comments expressing disappointment in his decision, offering him congratulations on his amazing career, and still the odd request for Mike to fuck someone. He scrolled back to the top of the entry and handed the phone to Tommy.
“Take a look.”
Tommy took it in silence and spent a few minutes reading. Mike studied his face, the concentrated expression. Tommy jerked his head up, lips parting as he began to smile. He placed the phone on the hall table.
And then he pounced.
There was no other word for it. Mike had the air pushed from his lungs when Tommy enfolded him in his strong arms and caught him up in a tight embrace, their mouths meeting in a kiss full of heat and need. Mike went with it, surrendering to the sensual onslaught, lifting his hands to grab Tommy’s head and pull him deeper into the kiss.
Tommy gasped and broke the kiss, leaning back to gaze into Mike’s eyes. “Why’d you do it? Why’d you quit?”
“For a lot of reasons, I guess, but there was one main motivation.”
Tommy tilted his head. “Yeah?”
Mike leaned closer and kissed him, loving the way Tommy sighed into his mouth. He cupped Tommy’s cheek. “You. I couldn’t lose you, Tommy.”
Tommy’s mouth opened to speak, but Mike pressed two fingers to his lips. “Baby, I’ll tell you everything, I swear. But right now? I wanna hold you, touch you, kiss you… make love to you.” He watched the flush of red that rose up past the neckline of Tommy’s white T-shirt, up his neck, and spread across his face.
Tommy kissed his fingers. “I love you,” he said quietly. “You know that?”
Mike stroked his hair, caressed his cheek. “I do. I love you too, baby.”
“I still can’t believe you quit. I… am I talkin’ too much?” Tommy asked, smiling. Mike nodded, and that smile grew shy. “Then—” Tommy swallowed. “—then maybe you need to put somethin’ in my mouth to shut me up.”
It was the boldest thing Mike had ever heard from Tommy’s lips. And day-um, if it didn’t go straight to Mike’s dick. His skin tingled and his pulse raced. “Maybe I do at that.” His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. “Bedroom, now.”
Tommy released him and stood there, tall and still. “Lord, yes,” he whispered.
Mike grinned. “Then don’t just stand there. Get that cute ass in my bedroom and let me see this gorgeous body I’ve been missing.” He palmed his cock, heavy and thick behind his zipper. “’Cause I got something that will fit in your mouth perfectly.”
Oh my God. The look of naked hunger on Tommy’s face nearly had him coming in his jeans. He grasped Tommy’s hand and tugged him across the hallway and into his bedroom. He backed Tommy up to the bed and pushed him until he fell, laughing. Mike was on top of him in seconds, sucking Tommy’s top lip, pulling it with his teeth, sliding his tongue into hot wetness. Tommy gave as good as he got, writhing on the bed beneath Mike, noises pouring out of him that occasionally made sense: “More, now, kiss me….”
Mike never let up with the kissing while he slid his hand lower to fumble with Tommy’s belt buckle, Tommy eagerly helping him. Then jeans were pulled down, almost savagely, Mike tugging at them as if they offended him before tossing them onto the floor. He crawled up Tommy’s body, spreading him wide and thrusting his jeans-encased shaft against Tommy’s briefs, which were already damp with precome. Mike rocked against him, Tommy’s cock pushing against the fabric, and kissed his neck and face. Tommy nodded and shuddered, hips moving as he pushed up to meet Mike’s thrusts.
Mike couldn’t hold back on his desires, not now there was nothing hidden between them. He wanted Tommy to see just how much Mike wanted him, needed him. He sucked at Tommy’s neck, feeling his lover shiver. Mike bit at his earlobe and then caressed it with his tongue.
“Want me inside you?”
“Yes, oh, yes.” Tommy opened his eyes wide. “Want you deep inside me.”
The words thrilled him. It seemed Tommy wasn’t hiding anymore either.
Mike scrambled to his knees and undid his belt and jeans, then pushed them down to free his dick, which sprang up, the slit already wet with precome. Tommy groaned at the sight and flipped over until he was on all fours before Mike, hungrily taking that solid shaft between his lips, head bobbing as he took him deep. Mike moaned and placed his hands lightly on Tommy’s head, letting him work at his own pace. Tommy licked and sucked, using lips and tongue to worship Mike’s cock. Mike fought hard to hold back his orgasm at the sight of Tommy’s muscled back stretching out before him, narrowing at the waist and then swelling into that perfect ass encased in tight briefs. He let Tommy know with noises and caresses that the blowjob was wonderful. Mike stroked along Tommy’s spine, aching to dip his fingers into that cleft and find what he knew was waiting for just him. When Tommy reached into his briefs to pull at his own dick, Mike knew his lover was wanting too.
“My turn,” he said and pulled free of Tommy’s mouth, his dick dripping with saliva. He grabbed the hem of Tommy’s T-shirt, then pulled it over his head and off. He moved to kneel behind Tommy, stroking slowly up and down his back before sliding a finger between his cheeks to rub over his hole through his briefs while he reached under to cup Tommy’s cock, the fabric barely containing him.
“Please,” Tommy begged, lowering his chest to the bed and pushing his ass into the air. “Please, Mike.”
“Tell me,” Mike demanded, his breathing rapid. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your… your tongue in my ass.” Tommy spoke into the sheets, but Mike heard every word. “Love it when you do that.”
“That’s it,” Mike praised him. “Say what you want, what you need.” He gripped the waistband of Tommy’s briefs and pulled them slowly over that firm ass until they were around his knees. Then he leaned forward, spreading Tommy’s cheeks and pushing his face into his crease, rubbing his beard over the soft skin.
“Oh yeah.” Tommy’s low moan rolled out of him and morphed into a full-blown groan of sheer pleasure when Mike flicked his tongue over his hole. “More,” he gasped, pushing back, and Mike slowly licked from his tailbone down over his hole, over the perineum to his balls, rolling them in his fingers and then moving to stroke firmly down his shaft. Tommy moved faster, hips rocking as he reached back to push Mike’s face more deeply into his crack. Mike chuckled.
“Fuck, you’re hungry.” And without waiting another second, he pushed his tongue at the tight pucker, again and again, until he could feel the muscle give a little. “That’s it, push out, just like I told you.”
He was rewarded with another low moan, and suddenly Tommy relaxed. Mike licked into that hot little hole, loving the cries that spilled from Tommy’s lips until he was moaning constantly, begging for more.
And Mike
wanted more too.
He rolled Tommy onto his back and kissed him before pulling off his briefs and dropping them to the floor. Tommy pulled Mike down on top of him, unable to lie still beneath him. Mike kept up the slow rubbing of his cock against Tommy’s, rocking his hips, getting faster, until Tommy was pushing up hard. Mike grabbed on to him and rolled them so that Tommy was on top. He stared up at his lover, breathing more rapidly. “Condom… nightstand.”
Tommy nodded. He knelt astride Mike and reached into the drawer to pull out a condom and the bottle of lube. Mike held his dick around the base, and Tommy rolled the latex down over it, fingers tight around the shaft. Mike shivered at his touch; this was gonna be quick. Tommy slicked up his hand and then coated Mike’s cock before reaching behind him to slide his fingers over his hole and then slip them inside him. Tommy was almost vibrating with need as he stretched himself, preparing for Mike’s cock.
Mike held his breath as Tommy moved into a position where he could guide Mike’s dick into him, easing him in slowly, until finally every inch of Mike’s shaft was buried in that tight ass. Tommy shuddered and rolled his hips, a slow, careful movement.
“Oh, you are deep. That’s perfect.” He leaned forward and kissed Mike on the mouth. “Love you.”
Mike put one hand on Tommy’s waist, the other around his cock, which pointed upward, hard as granite. “Love you, Tommy.” He smiled. “You feel so good on my dick. You gonna ride me, or shall I do the work?”
Tommy’s lips parted. “Oh, I love it when you push up into me.” He brought his chest down to meet Mike’s, their lips almost meeting so Mike could feel his warm breath on his face. “Please, Mike, do it. Do it hard.” A shudder rippled through him. “I need you. Need to feel you inside me, fillin’ me.”
His words fulfilled a need deep inside Mike. To hear Tommy giving voice to his desires was sheer heaven.
Mike wrapped his arms around Tommy, holding him tight as he began to thrust up into him, slowly at first, hips rolling up off the mattress to slide his cock into that hole that pulled him in.
