“She’s very understanding. She’d be cool with it, as long as I wasn’t having too much fun in addition to my work. And just how much would I be paid for this weekend?”
“Well, you’re a beginner, so we’re talking about one scene in one video. Maybe two scenes, if you catch on quick, which I suspect you might, and it goes well. The sort of thing we could shoot on a Saturday, with Sunday morning available for any retakes. We’d probably pair you with an experienced actor, a recognized name, who could help to guide you through it. You know, show you the ropes. As a newcomer, they’d only pay you a flat fee of a thousand.”
Mitch sounded apologetic, but Dan was dumbfounded. “A thousand bucks? To have sex with a porn star?” It didn’t sound like work. It sounded like the thrill of a lifetime!
“To have sex on camera, which isn’t necessarily as easy as it sounds. The established performers earn more. But, to be perfectly honest, only a handful of men make their living by doing porn full time. Most of the actors hold down other jobs. Including—no offense—escorting.”
“Oh, I’m not offended.”
“For an escort, appearing in adult videos is a form of free advertising. The customers are already familiar with his face and body, and they know what he looks like in action.”
“I’m beginning to think I might be interested. In the video work—and maybe, down the road, in a steadier and higher class kind of ‘escorting,’ as you put it. What I’m doing now, let’s face it, is strictly small town stuff. I know there’s a bigger world out there.”
“There certainly is. Give it some thought, like I said. No pressure.”
“Oh, you might be surprised at how well I can work under pressure.” Dan took a hefty swig of his drink. “You’ve kind of far away,” he protested. “Why don’t you come here and sit beside me?”
“Yes, why don’t I?” Mitch joined him on the bed and put one hand on Dan’s thigh, caressing it and giving it a squeeze. “Um, nice firm muscles,” he commented. “They feel as good as they look.” His fingertips inched closer to the lump Dan’s cock made, tucked down one leg of his pants. “You don’t mind me touching you, do you?”
“Of course not. I don’t mind it at all. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t want to.”
“How about kissing?”
“That’s okay, too.”
“A lot of guys who are gay for pay aren’t into kissing.”
Mitch, Dan noted, spoke as though he’d had considerable experience at this sort of thing. Maybe he had. “Not me,” Dan said, quickly. “I like to kiss other guys. When they’re as good-looking as you are.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah, I think kissing another guy is sexy. It turns me on. Come here and I’ll prove it to you.”
Mitch leaned forward and kissed him, lightly and tentatively at first, but then with a firmer, more demanding pressure of lips against lips. Soon the two men were kissing with open-mouthed abandon. Mitch’s tongue darted about restlessly inside Dan’s mouth, and the married man parried the attacks with his own tongue.
They separated only long enough to drain their glasses and set them down on the nightstand.
“Let’s get naked,” Dan whispered.
“Yeah, let’s.”
The springs in the motel’s cheap mattress squealed when Dan’s heavily muscled body sank back down on it, his shoes hitting the floor like a pair of falling bricks. Dan shed his clothes quickly, as though his skin suddenly felt hot and he wanted to try to cool off by baring it. Mitch stood up, stripped too, and then got onto the bed beside him. Dan knew what was expected of him. He turned onto his side, toward Mitch, and gathered the other man’s nude body into his arms. It was hard, gym-toned, as Dan had anticipated, and the lightly haired skin was excitingly smooth against his own flesh. Mitch’s hair tumbled over Dan’s face as Dan pressed his lips boldly, demandingly, against his john’s, his tongue slithering inside the warm interior of Mitch’s warm wet mouth. Their hot breaths mingled.
“You’ve got such a nice body,” Mitch whispered.
“So have you,” Dan responded—automatically, although for once he wasn’t being merely polite.
“And such a big cock.”
“Thanks, but I can see you’re no slouch in that department, yourself,” Dan said—and, again, he wasn’t just trying to flatter a pickup. Mitch was hung! Dan was beginning to believe he was going to enjoy his work, tonight.
“You’re getting hard.”
“So are you. Jesus, you’re really horny, aren’t you? I mean, you’re not just horny for anybody tonight, are you, Mitch? You want me, don’t you?” As he spoke, Dan’s moist hand slid over Mitch’s sleek, trembling bare thigh. He cupped one of Mitch’s hard-muscled buttocks in the palm of his hand, and gave it a squeeze.
“I wanted you the moment I saw you. The minute you first came on stage tonight,” Mitch declared.
“And now you’ve got me.” Dan chuckled. “I bet you were thinking about what you wanted to do in bed with me the whole time I was doing my act.”
“I sure was. You have no idea. My imagination was going into overdrive.”
Mitch snuggled up closer against Dan, his hands now busy between the married man’s muscular thighs. His fingers kneaded the twin spheres of Dan’s balls, rolling the heavy nuts around until they began to swell with their growing load of cum. Dan groaned as he could feel his cock grow more rigid, standing straight up out of the tangled nest of pubic hairs at the base of his flat hard belly. The long, slightly curved shaft twitched when Mitch’s obviously very experienced fingertips brushed against its smooth surface, coaxing the tomato-like head of Dan’s thick fuck tool to slide upward and protrude fully out from its dark sheath of foreskin, as though the penis was doing a striptease of its own to tantalize the other man.
“You knew exactly what you were doing when you flaunted that hot stud body of yours at me there in the bar. You were prick-teasing me and every other guy in the place,” Mitch said. He rubbed his torso against Dan’s chest until Dan could feel the stiff nubs of Mitch’s nipples searing his own hot skin. “I wanted to get right up there on the stage next to you and do this to you in front of all those other horny cocksuckers.” He had begun to masturbate Dan’s cock in earnest, gripping it tightly in one flailing fist and sliding the loose flap of foreskin back and forth over the flared rim of the swollen head.
Dan groaned with pleasure. “I’d have let you do it. As long as we didn’t get arrested.”
“It’d have been worth the risk. But this is so much better. There’s nobody to interrupt us here. I do like privacy when I have sex.” Now it was Mitch’s turn to emit a growl of arousal. “Fuck! I’m getting so hot for your cock I can’t stand it!”
“You don’t have to stand it,” Dan told him. “You can have my cock.”
“You like having your dick played with like this?”
“I love it.”
“Good.” Mitch fell silent and concentrated on the hand job he was giving Dan. Mitch’s shameless movements and gestures, his stifled whimpers of arousal, clearly telegraphed his desire. He ground his body against Dan’s. His fist pumped up and down on the other naked man’s hard cockshaft in fierce, steady motions that Dan feared would drive him rapidly to the brink of a violent seminal explosion if Mitch kept them up. Ordinarily, with a trick, Dan would have been happy to get it over with as quickly and efficiently as possible, so he could collect his money and go home. But Mitch was no ordinary trick. He was a genuinely hot guy, and Dan liked what the other man was doing to him. He liked it a lot, and he wanted to prolong it.
He also wanted to excite Mitch, to get him as turned on as he was, as eager for sex. Dan bit his lip and pressed his butt against the mattress to brace himself as Mitch’s expert hand job sent hot waves of erotic excitement rushing through his painfully swollen dick.
“Oh, my God,” Dan gasped.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Buddy, enjoyment is hardly a good enough word for it. Damn! You’
re driving me crazy. Come here. Let me jerk yours, too.”
“Go right ahead. Work my dick.”
Restlessly, they toyed with each other’s erect pricks. Mitch’s wasn’t circumcised, either. Mitch seemed to get off on manipulating Dan’s foreskin back and forth, slowly tugging the sheath of flesh back each time to bare the bulbous pink head. Dan imitated what Mitch was doing to him, working Mitch’s foreskin up and down around the bloated shaft of Mitch’s prick.
“What a beautiful cock,” Mitch gasped. “Do you like to have it sucked?”
“I love it,” Dan murmured. “Especially when a dude who’s really good at giving head goes down on me.”
“I’m very good at it,” Mitch boasted.
“Are you? Prove it,” the stripper challenged him.
“I will.”
As he spoke, Mitch looked up into Dan’s eyes, smiled seductively, and increased the pressure of his fist around his cock, letting out a little moan as his fingers tightened around it and he felt its heat and hardness. His fingers explored it greedily from tip to base, and then they slid down lower to cup the Dan’s warm and hairy balls. He tugged, none too gently, on the scrotum. Dan bit his lip to keep himself from grunting in protest. He was rewarded for his tolerance when Mitch bent his head down to his waiting cock.
The married man made a faint moan of pleasure as Mitch’s lips touched the slightly moist tip of his penis and he kissed the spongy hardness of its head. Slithering his tongue from his mouth, Mitch began to lick all around the cockhead until the sheath of foreskin was drawn tightly back and the shaft was smooth and hard. He licked straight down from the head to the root, and then he moved his mouth lower, to lick the hairy pouch of testicles below.
The recipient of his oral attentions moaned again, louder, as the wet tongue stroked back and forth over his balls. “Suck them,” Dan whispered, pressing gently on Mitch’s cheek to open his mouth.
Dipping his head lower, Mitch nuzzled his face between Dan’s widespread thighs. The sweet scent of clean skin with just the faintest taste of male crotch odor which he found there seemed to intoxicate him. He pressed his lips up against the other man’s scrotum and took the two heavy balls into his mouth. For just a moment he hesitated, as though repelled by the texture and taste of the wrinkled, hair-covered skin against his tongue. He started to pull back, but Dan’s strong hands cupped his head and held him in place.
“Suck them,” Dan repeated. “Get that mouth of yours on my nuts!”
Mitch’s tongue began to move gently back and forth, tracing the oval bulges of the two nuts through their sac. As Dan’s fingers dug into his hair and he began slowly to raise and lower his butt, pushing his testicles against that teasing mouth, Mitch’s excitement mounted and he sucked faster. He tossed the two big balls from cheek to cheek, and rolled them on the flat of his tongue. He felt Dan’s cockshaft bobbing against his nose and he reached up for it. He found it, and it was rock hard.
“Suck my cock now,” the married stud gasped. “Oh, I need it bad! Put it in your fucking mouth and suck it!”
Mitch’s mouth slipped off Dan’s nuts, freeing them, and slid quickly up the length of his dick. The cockhead throbbed fiercely with need when his lips kissed around its circumference.
“Hurry,” the young stud urged, pushing down on Mitch’s head. “I’m so goddamn turned on, I think I’m going to come soon!”
A gasp of excitement broke from Mitch’s throat at the thought, and his mouth quickly captured the fat head of the swollen prick. His tongue ran around it twice and then he began to nibble his way slowly down the shaft. But Dan was too impatient for Mitch’s deliberate, teasing pace to satisfy him. His hands pushed his john’s head down at the same time that he drove his hips up, ramming his cock deep into Mitch’s mouth.
Mitch gagged when he felt the thick head gorging his throat and he tried to pull back, but Dan held him tightly in place and began pumping his meat at his face, fucking his mouth and throat with a brutal, lust-driven urgency.
“Suck it,” Dan gasped. “Go on, suck it! Suck my cock!”
Mitch’s nose was buried deep in the wiry bush of Dan’s pubic hair. His lips were stretched wide around the base of the thick penis. Dan’s balls hit against Mitch’s chin as Dan pumped his hips faster and faster, driving his cock harder into his cocksucker’s mouth with each new stroke.
With his eyes tightly closed and the taste of cock strong and potent in his mouth, Mitch found his entire body on fire with pounding, burning lust. A muffled groan burst from his throat. He lurched forward, seizing the stripper’s buttocks in both hands and squeezing them tightly. He began to bob his head in counterpoint to the steady thrusting of the stud’s hips. Above him he could hear the other man’s groans getting louder. Mitch drove his tongue up and down the shaft of flesh hammering into his mouth and throat. Ever faster his mouth worked, taking the big prick effortlessly right to the hilt. His warm, slippery saliva drooled over the pulsing cockhead as he pulled it forward to his lips, then rammed it far back into his throat and attacked the base of the shaft with his tongue. His hands cupped the married man’s balls, which were slippery with sweat, and he began to juggle them while he sucked.
“Oh, man,” Dan moaned. “I’m going to come! Keep sucking. I’m going to shoot!”
With obvious reluctance, Mitch pulled his mouth off Dan’s cock. “Not yet,” Mitch pleaded. “Don’t come yet!”
“I’m close,” Dan warned. “Don’t touch it. Let it cool down for a minute.” Mitch backed off, and Dan smiled at him. “What’s the matter?” Dan asked. “Don’t you want me to come in your mouth?”
“I’d love to swallow your load, but I have other plans for it,” Mitch told him. “I want you to come in my ass. I want you to fuck me!”
Chapter Two: Worth Every Penny
Dan gave Mitch a seductive, knowing look.
“So you take it up the ass, huh?” Dan asked. “Are you a bottom?”
“I don’t see any need to label myself,” Mitch said. “I like it either way. But I really like to get fucked. Especially by the kind of big dick you’ve got. How about it, stud? Think you’re up to the job?”
“You’ve come to the right man. I don’t bareback, though.”
“Neither do I. I’ve got rubbers right here. And lube. You’re hung really big, so you’re going to have to take it easy at first. Okay?”
“Okay. Just give me a minute to catch my breath. Like I said—I don’t want to come too fast. You really got me excited, with that hot blow job you gave me.”
“Want another drink?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
The two men downed some more whiskey. They were quite free with each other’s bodies now, touching each other, embracing, kissing. When their glasses were empty, Mitch took them and set them down on the nightstand.
“Want a refill?”
“No, thanks. I’d better take it slow with that stuff. I’m feeling nice and mellow,” Dan said. “And good and horny! There’s a big difference between that, though, and getting sloshed. I think you want me in a cooperative frame of mind—and able to function on a certain level, physically. Not drunk. Am I right?”
“Yeah, ‘cooperative’ is exactly what I had in mind. Let me know when you’re ready to fuck me,” Mitch said, bluntly, in a tone of voice that betrayed his eagerness.
Dan leered at him. “Buddy, I was born ready! Let’s do it.”
“Lie back,” Mitch urged. “Let’s not rush it. Let me make you feel good again, for a minute, first.”
Dan stretched out comfortably on his back on the bed. He spread his muscular legs wide, in mute invitation.
Quickly Mitch wriggled his way on top of Dan’s reclining body, pushing himself down between his open legs. Dan relaxed, enjoying the sensation of having another man make love to him, rather than taking the more aggressive role himself. Mitch was getting very excited, and Dan could feel the black-haired stud’s cock pressing hard against his own erect penis. Mitch’s hands were run
ning over his body. Warm and strong, they caressed his arms and chest, then slid down to stroke the flat hard plane of his stomach.
“Man, you’ve got one beautiful body. It’s firm and hard. I like my men to be firm and hard,” Mitch breathed in a husky voice. “The way you are, all over.” All the while he was speaking, he continued to press down on the other man’s body with his solid cock, his hands exploring Dan’s paler flesh in the dim light.
Dan grunted and closed his eyes, sinking back into the hotel’s rumpled bedding. Warm lips brushed over his naked chest, hungrily sucking at his nipples until they hardened into twin points of rigid tit flesh. Then the lips roamed down his stomach to his navel, into which an agile and very wet and slippery tongue-tip was inserted.
Dan raised his hips as the busy hands cupped both of his buttocks and hefted his crotch higher, pulling it against Mitch’s chest and throat. The black-haired man licked him. His tongue tickled Dan’s scrotum, then flicked itself up and down along his penis.
Lying perfectly still for the time being, Dan opened his eyelids slowly and watched his attractive john bend over and apply his wet mouth to the head of his dick. Mitch had a magnificently proportioned body, the firm flesh softly rounded over the steely muscles. He also possessed a long, thick cock that now stuck up stiffly from its surrounding wreath of sparse, coarse black pubic hair.
Mitch flexed his muscles and let out a moan of lust. His insistently sucking lips stimulated Dan’s prickshaft into a state of unflagging rigidity, making the quivering knob seep a clear drop of semen from its puckered slit—a drop which Mitch eagerly lapped up.
“Yeah, you taste good, too,” he whispered.
Dan groaned. “Oh, your mouth feels so good on my cock. Suck me, Mitch. Suck me some more—please!”
“As long as you promise not to come in my mouth. Remember, I want to get fucked.”
“Don’t worry. I think I can hold out, now. Just suck me for a minute or two … and then I’ll put it up your ass, I promise.”
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