Date: Thu, 8 Feb 2001 19:01:21 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 21.
All disclaimers!
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 21--The Porno Star
Dave and I were out of bed with the alarm sounding. We had
more sleep than the night before, so we were ready for what the new
day would bring. Dave had an early conference with a client, so we
left the house at the same time.
Cousin Larry had called me at work and suggested a luncheon
appointment with a friend of his. He was very mysterious about it,
but I agreed to meet him at the local Black Angus restaurant. At
the agreed upon time, I strode through the double wooden doors of
the eatery to find my cousin and a black man who looked somewhat
familiar. He was tall and thin with a ready smile and sparking
eyes. He was wearing Spandex bicycle pants and a loose sweatshirt.
The pants only emphasized how big his cock was. As soon as he
spoke, I knew who he was.
"Hi, Mike. I've heard lots of good things about you from your
cousin Larry," the black man said.
Recognizing his voice and smile, I said mischievously, "Sold
any vacuum cleaners, lately, Brad?"
He looked perplexed for a few seconds and then smiled broadly.
"I see that you're a fan of Black Force Productions."
"Avid fan. How do you know Larry?" I replied.
"The truth is I only met him a couple of days ago. He said
that he had a cousin I just had to meet. And I can see why.
You're quite a catch! And taken, I'm told! What a shame," Brad
added.
"But not dead!" I rejoined. "Dave and I have an arrangement
whereby we can fuck around with other guys as long as it's together
when we do it."
"I wouldn't mind fucking around with you. How about your
lover? What would he think?"
"I know he'd love to mess around with you. He's said it often
enough while we watched your videos."
"Do you mind if I'm part of this conversation?" Larry asked
petulantly.
"Sure, Larry," I smiled, "what's the problem?"
"I don't have a clue what you two are talking about."
Brad laughed. "I'm in town for a videotape that the company's
making. The director and producer had heard that the scenery up
here is great and the men on campus are wonderful!"
Larry frowned. It still wasn't clear to him. "But, where do
you guys know each other from?"
"We don't, Cousin," I replied. "I've seen Brad in one of my
favorite porno tapes, and he. . . ."
"Porno tapes!? You mean Brad is gay?"
"Yeah. What did you think? Where did you meet him anyway?"
I asked.
"I was showing him around town as part of my work at the
Tourism Bureau," my cousin responded. "I never got around to
asking him what he did. Now, it makes more sense," Larry mused.
"I tried the subtle approach with Larry, but it didn't work.
For some reason, he didn't figure out I was gay. I was about to
suggest that we go to a gay bar or restaurant from Damron's Guide,
but Larry talked me into going to lunch here with you, Mike," Brad
concluded.
"Yeah, Larry can be pretty dense some times."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Larry contested. "I thought he might be
gay all along, but I haven't had any gay experiences on this job yet,
so I assumed that this would just be another fun day or two and
nothing more, just like the rest of them."
"In any case, I can't wait to tell Dave about this. He'll be
lime green with envy. By the way, Brad, just what are you doing
here, anyway? Looking for local talent?" I asked.
"We brought some of it with us. But the producer suggested
that a couple of us who've been getting so much fan mail from
around here should try to get some of the 'local talent' interested
in some bit parts."
"I'm part of the reason for the fan mail. I've shown the Duo
Series to several friends. They have all become big fans.
However, I'd suggest that you go down to the Lavender Triangle to
see how well you could do there," I remarked. "What particular
kind of talent are you looking for?"
"Well, we're doing it for Black Force, so we want black men.
Latino mixes are okay, too. Sorry, Mike. I guess that leaves you
and Larry out. I wouldn't mind some off film action with you guys,
though."
"Dave and I could introduce you to a few black men," I
offered, "but I'm not sure they would be willing to be starring in
a porno film. They have their careers to think of. There's also
another bar downtown which caters almost exclusively to gay, black
men. You ought to try there first."
"Okay with me, Mike," Brad said. "But, how about we do lunch
first. I'm starved."
Larry got a waiter's attention and we got a table in a
secluded booth in the back. After we ordered, I excused myself to
make a phone call.
"Dave! You'll never guess who I'm having lunch with today!"
I nearly shouted over the phone.
"I'll bite. Who?"
"Brad Hydewood!"
"Fuck ME! You gotta be kidding! Where are you?"
"We're at the Black Anguish (our name for the restaurant)
downtown. Can you get away?"
"Like a shot. I'll be there in less than five minutes," Dave
replied with a whoop of joy and hung up.
When I returned to the table, I asked my two lunch companions
if they were in a hurry to get somewhere. "No," Larry replied.
"Just the sights for the rest of the day. Thought I'd show Brad
where the black, gay bar is."
"Well, I just couldn't wait. I called Dave and he'll be
joining us in a few minutes. He's a big fan of yours, Brad," I
gushed. "And so am I!"
"I understand that Dave is black, right?" Brad asked.
"Yeah," I responded warily.
"Think he'd be interested in being part of the porno tape?"
"Not a chance. Dave is very new to being gay and is close to
paranoia about being discovered as a fag by his law office. Unless
he could be completely anonymous, I don't see how you could talk
him into it," I sighed.
"All it would take is a plot discussion with the director and
we could pull it off," Brad offered.
"Plot discussion? You mean there really are plots to these
porno flicks?" Larry asked bemused.
"Most of them are thin or non-existent. But, we're going for
dialogue and a story line in this one. You might be surprised,"
Brad allowed. "You guys remember seeing 'The Idol', don't you?
One of my favorites for good story line and fucking and sucking."
"Yeah!" Larry pined. "An old one, but still one of the best.
Why don't they make more of them like that?"
"Cost, mostly," Brad sighed. "For a few dollars more, they
could get a great script and make it into a real story. But, it
isn't meant to be, I guess."
"Yeah, there've been some great short stories that I've read
on nifty.org that could be really wonderful if someone would take
the time to make a video out of them," I suggested. "Why not have
Black Force do them?"
"Same reasons why so many porno companies go out of business,"
Brad replied. "Too many are in it for the fast buck and too few
buyers buying it when you can go to the local porno shop and copy
their copy."
"Falcon seems to be doing okay," I ventured.
"Yeah," Brad countered, "but they've gone through several
reorganizations and are reissuing a lot of stuff from old films of
defunct companies. They don't issue nearly as many new ones as
Black Force does. And Black Force has a very limited appeal.
Not everyone likes black men."
"What a damned shame that is!" I blurted out. "I really like
'em! I think Black Force would do better if they'd broaden their
cast to include white men fucking with black men."
"Lord knows they've thought about it," Brad sighed. "But, the
chances are too great that they'd be seen as selling out to the
white establishment, and they'd go under like all the rest."
"But, why not create a subsidiary that does it. Just use
another name with a tie in, like 'Blanc et Noir'. You're already
using Schwartzforz or I would have suggested that," I offered. "I
couldn't begin to tell you how broad the market is in this town.
There are many, many black/white couples here."
"I'll have you talk to our production manager. He has the ear
of the big boss," Brad smiled.
"If it would help," Larry said brightly, "I have a friend
who's very good at getting things like this rolling. We could get
some kind of friendly petition going. And another friend has
written several short stories (which I think are great, but are
unpublished) that could be adapted to scripts for the new video
company. Just think of the possibilities, Brad. The only problem
will be the same problem you've always had. Men who love other
men, but don't want to be in a porno film for all the world to
see."
"We'll see. That's all I can promise," Brad said looking up
and smiling over my shoulder. I turned to look. Dave had just
entered the foyer of the restaurant and was looking for us. "What
a stud!"
"Yeah! Pretty wonderful, isn't he?" I beamed. "And, he's all
mine!"
I waved to get Dave's attention and he strode over to the
table as Brad and rose to greet him. In a public place, Dave
wanted only a handshake and a squeeze of the arm. He waved hi to
Larry and nearly devoured Brad's crotch with his eyes as he held
out his hand. "Hi," he said with his most dazzling smile. "You
have to be Brad! I almost didn't believe Mike when he called to
tell me you were having lunch with him. Oh, uh, I'm Dave."
"So I gathered. Glad to finally meet you. Larry and Mike
have been telling me a lot about you, Dave," Brad smiled back as he
shook his hand.
Dave shot me 'the look.' "What brings you to town?" Dave asked
sitting down.
The three diners launched into a complete recap of the
discussion which had just taken place about the videotape being
shot in town and the need for Black Force to expand its product
line. By then, the lunches had been delivered and consumed; but
Dave had already eaten, so he declined more food.
"Where next, Larry?" Brad asked. "Gotta get that location
scouting finished today."
"First stop will be the gay bar, a couple of parks and the
college campus. How's that sound?" Larry replied.
"You really have to get that done today?" complained Dave.
"Mike and I were hoping to entertain you this afternoon, weren't we
Mike?"
"Fuck, YES! I know I can get away from the office for the
afternoon."
"Sorry to disappoint you," Brad smiled. "I'd really like to
get to know you guys better, but I do have to get the exterior
location scouting finished today. Other interior shots where the
real action occurs will be done later. Could we make it later,
like this evening?"
"I don't think we have anything planned, do we Dave?" I asked.
"Nothing, except some heavy fucking and sucking with Brad!
Got any playmates who'd like to join us?"
"I was hoping to keep you all to myself for at least one day,"
Brad laughed.
"You know, Dave," I interjected, "the best place to have the
orgy that you're thinking of would be the coaches' house. They
have lots of hunky friends from the team who would be perfect for
entertaining a production company like Black Force."
"Oh? Tell me more!" Brad asked intrigued.
"Couple of coaches from the professional team in town know all
about fucking with men and several of their players also like to
swing on dicks," Dave revealed. "And one of the coaches is super-hung."
"And several of the players. I think you'd like them, Brad,"
I smiled suggestively.
"This is better than I could have expected. You think they'd
like to be in porno films?" Brad asked.
"Probably not," Larry sighed. "They also have their careers
to think of, and their fans would be scandalized to know that they
liked big cocks up their butts after the game."
"Well, I'd like to meet them anyway," Brad said with finality.
"You never know until you ask."
We set the time for Brad to join us later in the evening. He
and Larry left us at the front of the restaurant to do more
location scouting, and Dave and I returned to our respective
offices. For Dave and I, it was a long afternoon, filled with
anticipation. For Larry, it was filled.
Larry and Brad went by the college to scout several locations
(including the men's locker room, but decided they'd never be able
to film there for obvious reasons dealing with a public facility).
They did see several men there who had potential, but only two of
them seemed interested in Brad as a bed partner. He told them
where to show up for an filming appointment on Thursday.
The other location to be scouted was Black Bart's. It had a
Caribbean theme, but looked and felt more like a leather bar. Over
the last few year, it had become notorious as a place for black men
to meet other black men or for white men who appreciated black men
and vice versa. The john upstairs was the notorious part. Almost
any time of the day or night, someone would be fucking or sucking
with another man. The management had tried to stop it, but weren't
successful. They finally gave up and paid off the inspectors to
look the other way.
Larry and Brad talked to the bartender about using the place
as a location for a porno film. He seemed intrigued by the
prospect, but would have to clear it with the owners. With one
quick telephone call, it was settled. If the production company
wanted to use the bar, the owners would be willing to come to some
arrangement with them.
Larry was pleased to see the transactions go so well and
quickly. He really wanted to get to know Brad as well as he could.
From his cousin's description, Larry wanted Brad to fuck him before
they got out of this bar. The notorious room upstairs was the
perfect place for it. Larry quickly made his wishes known with a
grope and revealing that Larry was a great bottom.
Brad looked around the bar and saw few people there. Three
very dizzy or very drunk black men were having a late lunch at the
table squealing loudly at the jokes the others were telling.
Another black man in a business suit was working on a black friend
of his in some kind of a deal. A couple of white men were playing
pinball.
The porno star was about to take Larry up on his offer when he
spied a third white guy who was looking Brad over like he was going
to eat him alive. Brad smiled at him. Emboldened by the smile,
the big, white man strolled over.
"Hi!" he said to Brad's crotch. "You gotta be new here.
Haven't seen you before. I'm John. I sure would like to get to
know you better." John was about 6'4" and weighed about 260. His
build was everything that Brad liked in a white man, especially if
he had a tight butt or a big dick. In this case, Brad hoped the
guy had a big dick, because Larry already made it clear that he
wanted Brad to plug him.
"Hi, John. This is Larry. He's showing me the sights, and
you certainly are one. I'm Brad, by the way."
"Are you two lovers, I hope not?" John asked forthrightly.
"No, John, just acquaintances," Brad said with a smile and a
handshake. "We were just going upstairs. Care to join us?"
"Sure, I'd love to," John beamed. "Who's doing whom?"
"I've already spoken for his huge cock," Larry indicated.
"And I was hoping that I could pull train for you, John," Brad
said with a wink.
"That's great! I love fucking black butts. Hope yours is
tight, Brad."
"No complaints, John. Let's do it!"
The negotiations concluded, the horny men climbed the flight
of steps quickly. Larry lead the way and pushed the bathroom door
open. It was empty.
"I'll lock the door. No one is going to care at this time of
day. And they can alway use the little girls room if they must," John
offered as the last one into the small room. "And I've got condoms
for both of us on the giving end of this arrangement."
"Got any lube?" Larry asked. "I think I may be getting more
cock here than I'm used to," he added giving Brad's stiff cock a
squeeze through the bicycle pants. The head of the massive weapon
was even with Brad's hip. Larry knew it was one of the longest
he'd ever seen and certainly the thickest.
"I always come prepared," John said producing a small packet
of pre-measured lube from his pocket. "Boy Scout training never
leaves you. That's where I first learned about sucking cock."
Larry reached for the offered lubrication and smeared some on
his asshole. Brad used the balance of the container on his own
dick. Larry whistled softly when Brad pulled his 14" out of his
pants and waved it at Larry's beckoning love tunnel.
"I asked for it, so give it to me, Brad. But be gentle. That
thing's a monster!" Larry admonished.
"Let me get plugged in before you start on me, John. I love
being in the middle of white bread!" Brad said over his shoulder.
Brad eased his porno-starring cock into Larry's anal passage
and pushed gently. Larry, like the confirmed bottom that he was,
leaned back into Brad to get as much into him as he could. In one
easy, but slow motion, Larry was able to accommodate all of Brad.
It wasn't as easy as it looked. Larry was moderately uncomfortable
having so much meat stuffed into him, but only the sweat popping
out on his brow and the glow of perspiration on his back showed
that discomfort.
As Brad leaned into Larry, John dropped to his knees and
started to rim Brad. The porn star glanced over his shoulder and
smile. He loved being rimmed almost as much as he loved fucking.
"Great fucking ass, Man," John intoned as Brad's cock pushed
into Larry's eager ass. His fingers fondled Brad's roiling nuts
and his thick shaft as Brad's horse cock slid in the last inch.
"If it fucks as good as it tastes, this'll be a fast fuck!"
Brad smiled at his benefactor, but returned his attention to
Larry. Larry's hot ass was begging for more. "Yeah, Larry, that
really feels great. Nice, tight ass, Man! You ready for some
motion?"
"Give it to me, big man," Larry insisted. "I want it all!"
"Okay, John. Get in there and start fucking!" Brad urged as
he pushed Larry forward, so he could lean over himself and give
John a better target. Brad felt the cool ointment being applied to
his ass and then the blunt head of John's instrument. John was not
as restrained as Brad had been with Larry. He nearly shoved all of
it in before Brad could stop him.
"Shit, Man! Go easy. I don't get fucked very often."
"Sorry, Brad," John apologized. "I got so hot for your ass
after seeing that big schlong of yours that I got overheated in my
desire for your butt. I'm already so close to shooting my wad that
I'll probably not last more than a few seconds."
"Yeah," Larry chimed in, "Me, too. Brad's cock is so huge
that it's raping my prostate and making my nuts boil just by being
their. Only a little motion and I'm history."
"Go for it then, John. I want to give both of you the rides
of your lives," Brad said lustily.
John wasn't kidding about being close to the edge. In only a
few more thrusts, his balls had tightened hard against his cock
root and that wonderful feeling of teetering on the edge washed
over him. "Oh, Fuck! I'm gonna cum! TAKE IT, BABY!! TAKE IT!!!"
The big, white man rammed home over and over at a fantastic
pace. His growls of pleasure were probably heard downstairs. His
balls emptied of their treasure into the protective condom and his
cock jerked hard with each new jet of cum.
The motion of John banging away at Brad's ass sent shockwaves
of delight through Brad's body which instantly transferred into
Larry's fucked channel. The shudder of John's climax rumbled
through Brad's cock and teased (to the point of explosion) Larry's
prostate. It was all over in a matter of seconds after John
started to cum in Brad's ass.
"GAWD! YES! FUCK MY BUTTHOLE! FUCK ME!!" Larry bellowed as
his climax crashed over him in wave after wave and his cum spewed
forth, striking the walls with repeated splats. His cum ran down
the wall, but was almost continuously replenished with more cum
ejecting from Larry's cannon. After the fifth wave and volley of
cum hit the wall, Larry's climax ebbed and dribbled over his
fingers as they pumped for more juice.
"What a great fuck!" John said as he disconnected. "You gonna
be around later? I'd love to do this again, but in a more private
setting and in less of a hurry."
"I'll be in town for a month. Probably spend a lot of time in
this bar, now that I know such good things happen here," Brad said
with a smile. "We're having a casting call for a porno film within
the month. It's black men only that we're casting, but you can
hang around and maybe find others to play with. Should be lots of
takers!" Brad added as he pulled his cock out of Larry with a plop.
"Aren't you going to cum, Brad?" John asked.
"I've promised my services to some friends later this evening.
I wouldn't want to disappoint them."
"Even if you didn't cum with them, you couldn't disappoint
them. I don't think I've ever had such a great time with a perfect
ass like yours, Brad. I'm green with envy over whomever you're
seeing tonight."
"You should be," Larry chimed in. "One of them is my cousin
(who's hung and gorgeous) and the other's a black guy (who's hung
almost as big as Brad and has a body that won't quit).
"Geez! That almost sounds like the coaches," John said.
"You know the coaches," Larry and Brad blurted out.
"Yeah. You know them, too?"
"I do," Larry beamed, "but Brad hasn't met them yet. We were
going to meet them sometime while Brad's in town."
"Maybe, I'll see you at one of the team parties. They can
sure be a lot of fun," John said with enthusiasm. "I'd love to see
both of you guys again."
All three had their clothes back on and John had unlocked the
door. As they rumbled back down the staircase, knowing nods and
smiles greeted them. The bartender was especially grinning. "Had
a great time, I heard! Wish I'd been there."
"Show up for the casting and you may get your wish!" Brad
slyly replied. "I think you'd do well. When did the owners say
they'd allow the casting call to occur?"
"They didn't. They wanted to discuss the terms and conditions
before agreeing to a time. Here's their phone number," the
bartender smiled as he handed a business card to Brad. "And my
private number's on the back in case you get lonely while here.
Call any time. I'm sure we can arrange something fun," he leered
at Brad's crotch.
Larry was bursting to tell Mike all about his conquest of the
afternoon, and raced to the phone as soon as he'd dropped Brad off
at the hotel. "I kid you not, Mike! This guy is hung bigger than
any guy I've ever had the pleasure to sit on. It was the best fuck
I've ever had. I came so quick, I forgot why."
"I can't believe you didn't know about him. He's been my
favorite star for a few years now. I was sure you'd seen my
copy of the tape," I said.
"I can see how he got to be a porn star. He's really got it
in the dick department and turns out to be a nice guy, to boot."
With that and another ten minutes of details about the three-way
he'd had in the men's room at the Black Bart, Larry bid me good
night and a pleasant fucking from Brad.
A Fantasy Fulfilled
Brad used a rental car that the production company had picked
up to drive over to the house. Promptly at 8 p.m., he rang the
doorbell.
"Welcome, Brad," Dave greeted him. "Like a little drink
first?"
"Nope. I want to get right down to business. Let's fuck!"
"Mike knew you'd say that. He's already upstairs waiting for
us to join him. He's especially ready for you!"
And I certainly was. I was on all fours with my butt in the
air waiting to be plugged by Brad. It was a fantasy come true.
There had even been times when Dave was fucking me that I would
shamelessly fantasize about it being Brad who was doing me instead.
Fantasy had now become reality.
I looked over my shoulder to see Brad and Dave walking toward
the bedroom arm in arm, but with hands on each other's cocks. They
had shed all their clothes in the living room and started their fun
there.
Brad's cock was even bigger than I had remembered it. It was
straight, thick and very, very long. It looked to be bigger than
Randy's whose was 13". Dave's was jutting up at an obscene angle,
ready to plow anything offered.
"Oh, yeah!" Brad whispered lustily. "I love eatin' white
ass!" And without further preliminaries, his lips closed over my
asshole and he tongue fucked me for the next few minutes. Over and
over his tongue snaked around my rosebud and pushed hard to get
inside me. Dave knew I wanted to be fucked by Brad, so he assumed
a 69 position beneath me.
We were a happy trio. Brad was moaning into my ass as he
licked and sucked on it, getting it ready for the ultimate fuck.
Dave and I had started out in a 69, but I had switched to eating
his asshole when Dave's cock swelled in anticipation of his climax.
When I switched off, Dave release my dick and swallowed as much of
Brad's as he could.
"You ready for some heavy-duty fucking, Mike?" Brad whispered
breathlessly. "I love eatin' white ass, but I like fuckin' it
better."
I made a noise of assent as my tongue drilled deeply into
Dave's upturned butt. As Brad put on a condom, Dave moved his
mouth to where Brad had been and prepared me completely for the ass
fucking that I'd been fantasizing about.
"Okay, Dave. I'm ready for him," Brad whispered.
Dave obediently moved aside and I felt two fingers glide into
me loaded with lubrication. The fingers reamed and relaxed me
completely. My cock jerked each time a finger grazed my prostate.
I couldn't be more ready.
Brad adjusted his position and inserted several inches of his
thick cock. "Let me know when it's too much," Brad cooed
soothingly. "I've been too big for a lot of guys."
"You'll know," Dave answered for me, "but, he's been taking me
and the coach for a while, so Mike could surprise you at how well
he can deal with a horse cock like yours."
All I could do was groan appreciatively and lick more deeply
into Dave's ass. I moved back into him to get more of his impaler
into me. He was so filling! It was better than any fantasy I'd
ever had. Brad was a combination of Randy and Dave--both long and
thick. I knew it couldn't last. I winced and cried out in pain.
"Fuck, Man. Sorry," Brad apologized. "You took all but about
an inch of it. That's better than almost everyone else. Just
relax a little. I'm pulling out some for you."
"NO! Don't pull out!" I whispered. The pain had subsided and
the feeling of fullness was working its way to my boiling nuts.
"Just fuck me slowly, but not so deep. Okay?"
"Sure, Babe. Anything you want."
His rhythm was slow and easy. He'd been doing this a lot and
was a true professional. His cock was so thick that any movement
by it made my prostate shoot sparks to my balls. Only a couple
more thrusts of Brad's big cock and Dave licking my nuts, and I'd
be off. As soon as I'd thought it, it started to happen.
"Oh, Shit! I'm cumming! I can't stop! FUCK ME, Brad! I
gotta have your babies!" I bellowed.
Brad shifted gears and fucked me rapidly, giving my prostate
the ride of its life. My cock shot volley after volley of cum
through the air. My love juice landed on Dave's stomach with
trails back to my jerking tool. I dove into Dave's ass again and
muffled the sounds of my scalding climax.
Dave moved to capture my jerking cock with his mouth. His
tongue darted out and was hit with one of my last fusillades of
cum. Brad continued plowing my ass with short strokes. The
friction against my prostate was becoming intolerable. I had to
disconnect!
"Stop! STOP!" I cried. "I can't take any more of this! I'm
too stimulated."
Brad and Dave both stopped what they were doing and rested.
Brad slowly withdrew his heavy billy club from my well-fucked ass
and Dave released my dribbling cock and moved into an all fours
position next to me.
"Me next, Brad. I gotta have some of that big cock up my ass,
too," Dave insisted.
"Much as I want to fuck you, too, Dave," Brad smiled, "I need
a short rest. Mike was so incredibly tight, I was sure I'd cum in
his ass before I could get to you. I need a little time to calm
down or I'll cum in your ass before I get all the way in. Why not
tell me more about other black men you know?"
Dave and I reviewed our list of men that we'd been to bed with
over the last several months. I added a few that I'd known in past
years from the black bar downtown.
"Yeah," Brad said almost dreamily. "That sure was a hot place
that Larry took me to. It's probably even better at night."
"It can't get much better than it was this afternoon for
action, though," I said conspiratorially. Brad looked puzzled for
a second and then broke into a big smile.
"Larry's pretty damned persuasive and I love tight, white
butts. I guess you know I fucked him hard and long."
"Larry called and told us all about it this evening before you
got here," I revealed. "He also said that you got fucked by one of
the patrons. That true?"
"Yeah. The guy was a real stud. He ate my ass and then
fucked me while I fucked Larry. Made both of them cum really fast.
You don't think I'm a top all the time, do you?"
"I was hoping you weren't," I grinned.
"Well, I'm not. I love fucking white butts, but I like being
versatile, too."
"How long have you been in the porno business and where'd you
learn to do it so well?" I asked.
"Only been in the business a couple of years or so. I've
been having sex since I was 15. Started with women, but graduated
to men by the time I was 17."
"Sounds a lot like Randy, doesn't he, Mike?" Dave observed.
"You have a lover, Brad?"
"I had one for seven years," Brad indicated with sadness, "but
he didn't like me fucking around so much like they do in pornos.
We broke up right after I started doing porno. Guess it was
already on the rocks anyway. I've been seeing another guy in Los
Angeles pretty regularly for the last several months."
"Too bad about the seven year relationship going to hell,"
Dave said. "I sure hope that doesn't happen to us."
"He was always very possessive of me. Drove me a little
crazy, but he was good to me and I liked his tight, white asshole
and his long cock. The thing I miss the most about him is that
he'd fuck me while he sucked me off, and I'd do the same to him.
But, he sure hated to share. He wanted my cock only for himself."
"How about the guy you're seeing now? Is he more
understanding about it?" I asked.
"He has to be. He's a porno star, too. Rick is Latino. I
really have the hots for him, but he doesn't turn me on like white
guys do. I'm kinda holding out for a white guy, but I hate to be
so callous about it. Rick knows that we are just fuck-buddies, but
I think he wants it to be more."
"You could get any guy you wanted, Brad," Dave observed.
"You'll find him soon, I'm sure."
"I'd like to think you're right, but most of the white guys
I've met don't want me. They only want my big dick. That's pretty
disappointing."
"Yeah, I understand," Dave said. "That's all I am to Mike.
Just a big cock."
"You bitch!" I spat. "You know better! I love you for your
money!"
We all laughed at the ridiculous exchange of barbs. Brad knew
that Dave and I truly loved each other and were only teasing.
"You guys ready to fuck again?" Brad ventured rubbing Dave's
ass and my cock.
"I can get mine up, if Dave can take you up the ass now," I
agreed.
"I'm ready, too," Dave smiled. "I'd like to do it like we did
last night. A dog pile with me on the bottom!"
Within seconds, all was ready. Dave had lubed his own ass in
preparation for Brad's ride of his hole. Brad had put on a condom
and greased his ass for my riding cock. With care and caution,
Brad entered Dave slowly. Dave's ass was so muscular that Brad
could penetrate completely to his pubes, but still not be all the
way in. It seemed to me that he was in about as far as he got into
me.
"Okay, Mike. Climb on and ride me!" Brad whispered as he
stretched out over Dave. I did as I was bid and slid in
comfortably clear up to my short hairs. Brad's ass cheeks were not
as muscular as Dave's, so I was able to completely penetrate his
hole and feel my pubic hair tangle with his asshole hairs.
"Brad," Dave instructed, "I want you to just enjoy the ride
from both ends. Mike is such a good fucker that you'll be able to
get off with his ravaging of your prostate, and the in-and-out
motion that should create with your cock in my ass. My ass
channel will milk you as best it can considering how big you are."
With instructions understood by all, I started my fucking
rhythm. Brad was tight. His body glistened with sweat as my tempo
increased. He and Dave moaned with each thrust into them and back
out again. Brad's cadence increased faster than I wanted to, but
knew that he was so close to the edge that he needed more
stimulation. I thrust deeply into him, pulling out almost
completely. Then I began the short strokes that raced repeatedly
over his prostate, stimulating it to the point of bursting his cum
dam. With a shudder, his muscles tensed.
"FUCK ME, Daddy! FUCK MY ASSHOLE!!" Brad shouted. His body
shook and convulsed with each jet of cum shot into Dave's well-
stretched ass. Dave bucked back into him to heighten the peak of
Brad's climax. "Fuck! YES!!" Brad growled over and over.
His thrashing slowed to infrequent jerks as his spent cock
slowly retreated from Dave's ass. It was still so long that it
didn't completely exit. I hadn't cum, so I kept all of my 9"
buried deeply in his tunnel. My occasional grinds into his hole
made Brad whimper and his ass sphincters clamp down harder, thus
restricting the blood flow from my cock and keeping it hard.
"Damn!" Brad exulted. "That felt so good! You guys are
naturals. And I'm supposed to be a porn star who cums on cue," he
laughed. "Doesn't always happen as scripted, though! Larry was
so good this afternoon that I was sure I was gonna cum from my toes
when I fucked him and that other guy fucked me. But, I'm glad I
saved it for this evening." He paused thinking aloud, "There has
to be a way to get you guys into the porno business."
"Great feelings like that don't translate onto tape and film.
You have to experience them, not watch them," Dave observed.
"Of course, you're right. But, damn, you ARE wonderful. Both
of you. Whose the top around here anyway?"
"We tend to alternate," I began. "Dave's cock is too
wonderful to ignore, so I have to sit on it often, but his butt is
so deep and talented that I can't forget that either."
"I think we're probably both tops, but we like to get fucked
so much, it's hard to classify us," Dave added.
"Did either of you guys cum?" Brad asked. We both shook our
heads no. "Then, this is how we are going to remedy that. Dave,
you'll fuck my brains out and Mike, you'll get sucked off."
"I guess we've been given our roles to play. Shall we?" Dave
intoned.
"I'm ready," I replied.
I stripped off my condom and Dave put on a fresh one. As we
were lining up for the next act in our little play, Brad corrected
our positions.
"It would be easier on you, Mike, if I were on the bottom.
When I get fucked on all fours, my cock tends to drive hard down
the throat of whomever is on the bottom."
"There's a good chance," I warned, "that I'll cum really fast
if I'm on the top, Brad. You sure you want to do this? On second
thought, I'm not that good at deep-throating big ones like yours.
I'd better do it your way."
"Good. You ready, Dave?" Brad said as he lifted his legs to
allow Dave access to his recently fucked hole. "Yikes!"
"Does that answer your question?" Dave answered as he shoved
the first 6" of his cock up Brad's ass.
"Shit! Take it easy, Dave," Brad insisted. "You took me by
surprise. Let me get adjusted and I'll be ready for all of it."
I moved in over Brad and straddled his head. He quickly
sucked in my cock almost all the way to the base. He was clearly
used to deep-throating big cocks. I tried hard to take his still
cum-slicked cock into my mouth, but there was so much of it, that
I had to back off and take only about half of it.
Meanwhile, Dave had slid in all the way and was lancing
Brad's tight butt with his black spear in a perfect rhythm. The
sight of Brad being fucked by my personal, black, porno cock was
going to set me off. Brad's excellent suction on my distended
organ was quickly hitting the ball-boiling point. I shut my eyes
to block out the added stimulation of watching Dave's cock
disappear up Brad's ass. But, my memory and the increasing tempo
of Dave's fucking motions replaced the visual stimulation.
With almost no warning, my balls hit their climax point and my
jetting rod was not to be denied. I convulsed once and let my cock
flood Brad's mouth with hot cum. He was almost as surprised as I
was. He choked a little and then started swallowing all that I
offered. The taste of cum in his mouth or the ravaging of Dave's
cock against his savaged prostate had gotten his own massive weapon
to recover its full length and thickness.
I opened my eyes as my final squirt of cum shot out of my
jerking cock and watched Dave's hard tool race in short strokes
over Brad's joy button.
"YES! FUCK MY ASS!! I want to CUM!! FUCK MEEEE!!," Brad
growled. "Give me MORE!!!"
Dave quickly changed gears and started long-dicking Brad. It
was the final stimulation that again broke Brad's cum dam and he
gushed cum into my waiting mouth. Dave roared out his climax and
shuddered each thundering jet of sperm into his condom deeply in
Brad's eager asshole. He bucked and bucked harder and harder into
Brad as each wave broke over him.
Brad's ass had been lifted higher off the bed with the heavy
action that Dave was ramming into Brad. Brad's back bowed and his
cock jerked again as Dave unloaded again into Brad's hot tunnel.
I stripped as much cum as I could from Brad's 14" by jacking him
off with both hands. I was rewarded with another big wad of thick,
hot cum.
"Fuck! You guys are sensational! I gotta get you in porno
movies! You have to be shared with the world," Brad exulted.
"Not a chance, Brad," Dave said with finality. "We both have
careers to think of."
Brad was silent for several moments while we all disconnected
and lay again on the bed. "I know you're right, of course, but
that doesn't change my opinion of your abilities. I haven't had
sex this good in years! You have to promise to at least come to
Los Angeles for a visit. I need more of what you have to offer.
Okay?"
"Our next vacation to Los Angeles will be in next Spring,"
Dave disclosed. "I'm sure Mike and I will look up our favorite
'movie star'."
"No argument from me," I grinned.
"Good! The production company will be done in a month or so
here and I'll be in LA by October. I'm really looking forward to
seeing you again."
"You'll be here for another month? I should think you'll
be able to see us a few times while you're filming," I offered.
"I'll be able to see you, but I can't cum," Brad said with
regret. "Gotta save that for the tape. Wouldn't mind having you
both fuck my brains out, though. I don't get any of that in this
flick. I'm supposed to maintain my image as the penultimate top."
"I think we can accommodate you. Right, Dave," I said with a
silly grin.
"I'm sure," Dave smiled back.
"When did Larry have you scheduled to go to Black Barts?" I
asked.
"The gay bar?" Brad asked. I nodded. "A week from Friday
night. I just talked to the owners of the place before I came
here. Why do you ask?"
"The coaches were going to have a special team party on Friday
night and wanted to be sure that you'd be invited," I pointed out.
"The auditions are a whole week away and will be 'very
personal'. Besides, that will give the bar a better chance to get
the word out that we're casting for a new porno film. The casting
itself will only require a week and the taping another two weeks.
I've heard about their team parties. I wouldn't miss a chance to
be 'entertained' by them. I hear they're HOT!"
"Where'd you hear about that?" I asked. "Larry?"
"Nope. It was the other guy, John, who told me about their
parties," Brad revealed. "Is it true?"
"Yeah. It's true. There are so many hot men to fuck with
that you'll want to save up for it. Right now, it gives us two
days to recover before Randy and Chuck's bash on Friday. We'll
need time to recharge our batteries for the orgies they throw,"
Dave said. "You're really gonna love these guys, Brad. All the
guys are real hunks and have great cocks and even better butts.
How about some members of the existing cast coming along? Maybe
some of the production staff if they know how to deal with big
men?"
"They'd be wild for it. Most of them are fucking each other
to death, anyway. It'll be a good chance to add new meat. And we
might even get one or two of them to participate in the flick. You
never know!"
"Party starts at eight. We could pick you up at 7:45?" Dave
offered.
"Too many guys would be coming with me. How about if you come
by the hotel at 7:45 and we'll follow you over?" Brad suggested.
"Done," Dave agreed.
With the arrangements made for Friday night, we promised Brad
that we'd let the coaches know about the extra guests. We bid him
good night, and went to bed completely sated.
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