by A M Snead
As lightheaded and heavy-crotched as that single kiss rendered him, Jack had no trouble taking the man’s word for it.
3 “The Shoot”
JUST relax. Don’t think about the cameras, none of it. Easier said than done. When the director called for “action” and Jack’s back touched down on the soft bed, he was sure his body would betray him as his nervousness and anxiety from earlier crept in. What if his body refused to “function?” You’re going to fucking humiliate yourself, he berated himself. How could he have been so stupid as to think—
That’s as far as he made it when Jack’s body came to life in an instant as Garrett touched him and began kissing his stomach and chest. The heat of Garrett’s body enveloped him as the guy’s chest pressed down against his own, his mouth on Jack’s throat. Jack stroked his hair, moaning, breath suddenly ragged. Garrett rolled his hips against Jack’s crotch and there was no denying the man’s desire for him. A low, soft—“Uhh”—squeezed up Jack’s throat when Garrett sucked on his neck tattoo, teeth raking his sensitive skin. “Fuck…”
Now the fears of performing were vanquished by the heat of Garrett’s body and his delicious mouth devouring his neck. In fact, Jack was now more worried that he might not be able to hold his juice as Garrett rubbed his hard crotch against Jack’s barely contained cock. Already he wanted to cum so bad it was driving him crazy.
Garrett rubbed his hands down Jack’s ribs then under his slightly arched back and lower to squeeze his tense ass cheeks through his jeans. He dragged his lips to Jack’s ear and whispered breathlessly, “Still feeling nervous?”
A barely audible “no” shuddered out of him and Garrett smiled. He kissed his ear, the curve of his jaw, then his mouth, their eager tongues twisting around one another, groans rolling up and mingling together. Garrett broke the kiss and dropped down to Jack’s chest, kissing and nipping his heated skin. He licked a teasing path all around the perimeter of Jack’s right nipple, causing it to pebble into a perfectly round bud. Garrett licked up the underside of his lean pec muscle then covered the nipple and his muscle with his whole mouth and sucked with enough force to cause Jack to buck a little. He grabbed Garrett’s head, clutched his hair, and pushed his chest up to his mouth. “Oh fuck…that feels good…”
Both Garrett and Gideon had explained to Jack that it titillated the viewers when the boys got vocal, but Jack didn’t have to pretend or force it. In fact, he was pretty sure he might be screaming his head off before Garrett was through with him.
A rush of warm, pleasant shivers swept through Jack as Garrett rubbed his hands up his back and shoved them under his shoulder blades which were pressed firmly into the mattress. He then slithered his tongue through the crevices of Jack’s lean cut abdominal muscles before plunging the tip into his navel.
“Fuck,” Jack gasped, hips jerking upward. He ground his head against the thick white comforter as his body shifted and curved, arched and rolled slowly, sensually, in response to Garrett’s hands and mouth.
Garrett slowly dragged his hands down Jack’s back, his fingertips playing along his spine, as he dropped hot kisses along the sparse trail of dark hair that led from Jack’s navel and disappeared beneath the band of his briefs. Garrett tugged gently at the slightly coarse hair with his teeth and Jack whimpered. He gripped the comforter beneath him, his breath breaking. Garrett slid his hands over his hips, his fingers hooking Jack’s open jeans and pulling them down his thighs, leaving his briefs in place.
Abandoning the pants at mid-thigh, Garrett covered Jack’s straining cock with his mouth, sucking him through the cotton briefs.
“Oh my God,” Jack choked on the gasp and he gripped Garrett’s head and looked down at the man. A fire burned in Garrett’s eyes that fueled the blaze already consuming Jack. Garrett smiled at him and curled his fingertips under the elastic band of Jack’s briefs and slowly drew them down until Jack’s stiff cock was freed.
“Beautiful,” Garrett murmured as the erect muscle reached upward, fiercely rigid. Jack didn’t notice the cameras capturing multiple shots from various angles. All he was aware of was Garrett’s hands stroking his cock, his mouth on his balls, grabbing, sucking, tugging.
“Fuck!” Jack panted, his fingers tense against Garrett’s scalp as the man moved up and sucked the base of his member then pinned it against his lower stomach and slithered his full tongue up the length of the shaft. “Oh fuck…”
Garrett raised his eyes and grinned. “Like that?”
“Fuck yes,” Jack puffed.
Pleased by his answer, Garrett wrapped his lips around the crown of Jack’s cock, sucked on the head a moment before shoving his mouth down on him all at once.
“Uhhh!” Jack cried, a hard breath bursting up his throat. Garrett deep-throated him with long strokes, driving Jack’s cock head into his tight throat canal again and again. “Fuck…yes…oh shit…that feels so good.” Jack clutched Garrett’s head and fucked his mouth, panting hard, his balls beginning to clench.
Garrett pulled off him and immediately grabbed his wet dick in his fist and pumped him as he scooted up and kissed Jack deeply and with a startling level of passion that Jack hadn’t been prepared for. Garrett shoved his free hand through Jack’s hair as the kiss intensified. The man’s grip on his cock, though firm and urgent, also had a measure of tenderness to it as he worked Jack wonderfully. Their lips parted and Garrett gazed down into his eyes, smiled then kissed him again before sinking lower to his chest and sucking a nipple.
His heart pounding wildly, Jack grabbed Garrett’s head and pulled him back up into another kiss then pushed him over onto his back. Jack’s eyes never left Garrett’s as he quickly shed his shirt and reached down, tugging his pants and briefs the rest of the way off, tossing them onto the floor. Jack crawled across the bed and knelt between Garrett’s legs, rubbing his hands up his thighs and over the granite bulge of his denim-covered crotch. He massaged Garrett’s cock with firm hands and dropped his mouth to his stomach, laying wet, hot kisses across his rippled abs.
Garrett moaned as Jack moved up his body, hands sliding up his ribs then over his chest, mouth following. The slightly cool air of the studio caused a pleasant chill to wrap his wet cock. He remained on his knees as he devoured the man’s chest, his firm ass exposed, cheeks spreading on their own as he leaned forward.
“Fuck yes,” Garrett groaned and rubbed his hands down Jack’s back and grabbed two handfuls of his ass, squeezing and massaging his flexed muscles, sliding his fingertips in between the cheeks and teasing his hole.
Jack kissed his mouth again, hungering for the man. He swayed his ass against Garrett’s hands and his probing fingers. Drawing back from the kiss, Jack locked eyes with Garrett. A tingling, unsettling sensation rushed to his heart unexpectedly and he averted his gaze and worked his way back down the man’s body. His hands shook with anticipation as he unfastened Garrett’s pants and pulled them off his hips. Garrett lifted and Jack stripped him of his jeans and shorts, tugging them down his legs and off his feet.
“Yeah, baby.” Garrett gazed at him with heavy, heated eyes as Jack crawled up between his legs and took his cock in hand. Garrett cupped the back of Jack’s head as Jack stroked and licked his hard flesh. “Mmm.” Garrett rose to his touch, fingers flexing in his hair. Jack gave him ample attention from his cock down to his balls then back up again, dragging his tongue up his stiff shaft then engulfing the head. Garrett’s hips jerked, and he sucked in a quick breath. “Fuck. Yes. Mmm.”
Pre-cum glazed Jack’s tongue as he took in Garrett’s plump, firm head, his jaw forced to stretch more than he was accustomed to as he took him in deeper.
“Shit.” Garrett swallowed hard and grabbed Jack’s head with both hands as the younger man slowly pushed his mouth down on his cock. “Fuck, you have a great mouth.” Garrett shuddered and urged his shaft deeper into Jack’s mouth. Jack took as much as he could then backed off a little when his gag reflex kicked in. Garrett immediately withdrew, rather than trying to for
ce Jack to accommodate him. His fingers played in Jack’s hair in a strangely casual, comforting manner—as if they were just two friends kicking back and enjoying one another.
Jack squeezed his lips around the crown of Garrett’s cock, sucking lightly as his hands moved up and down the thick shaft. His mouth slid slowly down Garrett’s length, this time managing to take him a little deeper than before. He relaxed his tongue, his throat, and continued to go down on him.
“Uh! Fuck,” Garrett gasped. His fingers curled into fists, clutching Jack’s hair, panting unevenly. “Oh my God.”
Getting comfortable with his size, Jack slid his mouth up and down on his cock, pumping, sucking. Garrett groaned and grunted and fucked him back, taking care not to choke him. But Jack could feel the intensity in him, his need to go all out and just drill his cock into Jack’s throat. But the man restrained and kept pace with Jack’s rhythm.
“Ah fuck,” Garrett choked and finally pulled Jack off him and up his body. He kissed him hard and rolled them over, his stiff erection raking Jack’s rigid cock. Garrett prolonged the kiss as he pumped his hips against Jack. A soft, forceful pant puffed from Garrett as he broke the kiss and smiled. “Having fun yet?”
A tremor swept through Jack. “Loads.”
Garrett chuckled softly and kissed him again. “Ah, baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet…this is just the preliminaries.” He kissed him once more then lifted off him and sat back on his heels and gently smacked Jack’s hip. “Turn over.”
Without argument, Jack twisted onto his stomach. Garrett’s strong hands rubbed his ass cheeks, squeezing, earning a low moan from Jack. The man hadn’t lied—he indeed had magic hands.
“You have a beautiful ass.” Garrett leaned down, laying kisses all across his flesh. Jack raised his ass as Garrett slid his thumbs between his cheeks and massaged his tight hole then spread him open. Saliva dribbled into his crease and Garrett worked it into his entrance.
“Mm!” Jack sucked in a deep breath then bit his lip hard as Garrett’s slick tongue touched him, probing. “Fuck.” He swallowed thickly, his breath puffing erratically.
Garrett grinned and kissed his hole. “Liking this?”
“Oh my God,” Jack whimpered and shoved his face into the soft comforter, his body curving and hips arching. He squeezed fistfuls of the blanket and panted. “Fuck…don’t stop…please…”
Chuckling, Garrett licked him slowly, letting the tip of his tongue dip into his hole and push inside a fraction. Jack flinched and moaned loud. He pushed up on his elbows and twisted his head, looking over his shoulder at Garrett. The man’s handsome face buried between his ass cheeks was the most erotic sight he had seen in a long time—maybe ever.
“Oh God.” Jack dropped his head and gasped again and shoved his ass up to Garrett’s hot tongue. “Oh fuck, man…I love your tongue.” He breathed deep then looked back at Garrett again.
Garrett glanced at the camera and winked. “I think I might keep this one for myself.” He pushed Jack’s cheeks wider and kissed his entrance. “Maybe Gideon will give you to me for my birthday.” He chuckled. “A guy can wish.”
For a fleeting moment, Jack imagined himself belonging to Garrett. But he shoved the thought away quickly before it could take root. Besides the fact that Garrett was just playing a role—Jack wasn’t here to “fall in love.” In fact, hadn’t he pursued this profession precisely because he didn’t want to fall in love? Even Jill had picked up on that the instant he had mentioned this career choice.
He groaned and pushed away all thoughts, focusing only on what Garrett was doing to him.
Another trickle of saliva dripped into his ass and Garrett massaged it in then slowly penetrated Jack with his finger.
“Uh! God.” Jack shuddered. The guy worked in deeper and found his sweet spot. “Fuck!” He was ultra-sensitive all around his entryway, and when the sensation of being penetrated was combined with the massage of his prostate, he could nearly cum from that action alone. “Oh fuck! Yes!” He shoved back on Garrett’s finger as the man pumped him nicely. “Ahhh!!” Jack buried his face in the mattress and clawed the comforter and sheets, his cock throbbing and leaking. “Fuck! Garrett! Oh God…fuck me…please fuck me!”
Jack had completely forgotten about the cameras and those watching them until someone said—“Cut”—and Garrett was handed a condom. A thick haze clouded Jack’s mind and even the short interruption didn’t cool his intense need to be fucked. At this point, he didn’t care who the hell was watching or how many of them there were. He just wanted Garrett’s cock inside him, dominating him. He hoped to get the chance to top Garrett sometime, but for today, he wanted to be the bottom, wanted to be the one getting pounded.
Garrett rolled on the condom, coated his cock with lube then pulled Jack up on his hands and knees. He rubbed his ass again and lubed his hole then straightened up on his knees and directed his cock head to Jack’s rear door. “Ready?” He could hear the smile in Garrett’s voice.
“Fuck yes,” Jack moaned and looked over his shoulder. “Give it to me.”
“I’ve never been one to deny a cute boy.” Garrett smiled and nudged Jack’s hole with the tip of his cock then applied pressure and pushed in slowly.
“Uuhh!” Jack yelled as his body contorted a bit, fingers gouging the blankets. “Fuck! Yes. Oh my God…give it all to me…”
Garrett squeezed his hips as he shoved in deeper and deeper until his pelvis was snug against Jack’s ass. “Fuck,” Garrett hissed with a sharp exhale. “God, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
Baby. A flurry of pleasant shivers raced all through Jack, and it disturbed him that that one word on Garrett’s lips could cause such a reaction. It’s nothing personal, he surely calls all the boy’s “baby” when he’s fucking them. Be glad it isn’t personal. The problem was—it felt personal. He’d had boys call him “baby” before, but always with a sexual “punch” that lacked emotion.
For fuck’s sake, this isn’t the time to be analyzing shit! Just fuck the guy! Jack thrust back on Garrett’s cock. “Come on,” he moaned with a plea in his voice. “Fuck me.”
Tightening his grip on his hips, Garrett pulled his thick cock back then drove it in, ripping a cry of sexual pleasure from Jack. “Like that, baby?”
“Yes!” Jack panted. “Just like that! Fuck me hard!”
Garrett obliged and drilled him, the man’s strong hips delivering powerful thrusts that propelled Jack to the very gates of heaven again and again. “Fuck!” Garrett grunted. “Fuck, your ass feels so good!”
Jack dropped down to his elbows and shoved his head against the mattress, rocking urgently on Garrett’s cock. “Fuck…fuck…” he panted heavily, sweat lacing his face and body. “Yes…fuck me…oh God…”
Slipping an arm under his waist, Garrett pulled him up and sat back on his heels, settling Jack on his lap. His strong arms hugged Jack’s chest, hot breath puffing against his shoulder as Jack stroked urgently up and down on his hard dick
“Fuck yes, baby.” Garrett’s words slipped out broken and erratic. “Fuck me…oh my God, you fuck so good, Jack.” Garrett pushed him forward just enough to give himself room to pump his cock into Jack’s tight hole. “Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned, his palm flat against Jack’s back. “You can’t imagine what a beautiful sight this is. Holy fuck.”
Jack grabbed his own cock and beat himself, his balls tight and burning with the need to unload. “Fuck, Garrett,” he cried, “I’m almost there…”
“You wanna cum?” Garrett’s lips brushed the back of his neck as he fucked him harder.
“Yes,” Jack moaned loud, squeezing his cock and stroking faster.
“Good.” He grinned and kissed Jack’s wet, fevered skin. He pulled out and turned Jack around, pushing him down on his back. Garrett hovered over him, lips curving with a cocky smile. “Let’s make that happen.” He raised and spread Jack’s legs, holding them under his knees, and entered him again. Garrett leaned over him, locking Jack’s legs betwee
n them as he fucked him vigorously. “Fuck!” Garrett yelled and pounded him harder.
Jack clutched his own legs and held them close to his chest as Garrett’s thrusts rocked them both on the bed. “Uuh! Uh! Fuck!”
Sweat dripped off Garrett’s face and chest, veins swelling in his temples and brow as his face flushed and breath burst out of him. He pulled Jack’s legs down and wrapped him in his arms, kissing him furiously. “Fuck!” he gasped, his entire body slick and hot to the touch. Jack clutched at his back, his fingers slipping across his wet straining muscles. Garrett pushed up on one arm and grabbed Jack’s cock with his free hand, pumping him hard and fast, a grin on his fevered, glossy face. “Yeah, Jack,” he panted, “cum for me, baby…cum for us all.”
Jack shoved his cock through Garrett’s fist, body tense, straining, muscles locking as the orgasm seized him. “Uuhh!! Fuuuck!” Garrett’s stroking hand and thrusting cock launched him over the edge. “Fuuuck!!” He unloaded hard, shooting wads of cum up onto his own chest and throat.
“Fuck.” Garrett laughed, fucked him with added urgency then pulled out and stripped off the condom, jerking himself off with only a few fast, erratic strokes. “Ahh! Fuck! Yes!” He burst, squirting cum onto Jack’s wet, hot body. “Uuuhh!” Garrett’s face contorted with sexual anguish as he worked out his orgasm then sat back on his heels, breathing hard. He wiped sweat from his face then laughed and leaned down, dragged his tongue up Jack’s chest then kissed him, thrusting his coated tongue into his mouth. Jack moaned and sucked their mixed flavors off his tongue.
Garrett leaned back a little and Jack licked his lips and smiled, panting, sweat droplets trickling off his brow. His chest rose and fell heavily, and his head still spun from the intense activity and orgasm.
Garrett propped on his elbows and ran his fingers through Jack’s damp hair. He kissed his mouth deeply then pulled back again. “Was that fun or what?”
Nodding, Jack swallowed thickly and grinned through his exhaustion. “Yeah.”