Gay/Rotica

by Jake Rave

  Cody flipped over onto his back again as I took the camera around the side of the bed for a different angle. He smiled as my hard cock danced just inches from his face, and decided mine needed some attention too.

  I jumped slightly at the sensation of his warm, wet mouth taking hold of my dick. I had been zoomed in on his crotch, not really seeing his head lunge at my hard-on. I tilted the camera down, holding it flat against my chest to zoom down at the blowjob I was suddenly being treated to. Cody giggled slightly at my surprised look, then opened wide to go all the way down on me. My whole body vibrated with pleasure and I was having trouble holding the camera steady.

  Cody slipped off the bed and crouched on the floor, allowing him to service his own cock again, while still propping himself up to suck my dick. I let out a few low grunts each time I felt my entire cock sliding deep into his mouth.

  Then he pulled away, and instead began licking in circular motions around the shaft, poking at my piss-slit with the tip of his tongue. He reached his arms around me and took in a handful of each of my ass cheeks.

  He changed technique yet again, sucking hard on only the cockhead, then taking a finger from each of his hands and inserting them into my asshole. The sensation felt a bit ticklish to me, and caused me to thrust my hips suddenly and force my cock deeper into his mouth. The movement seemed to incite Cody's gag reflex slightly, but he quickly regained composure, and continued to suck with the same hard intensity on the full length of my meat.

  This gorgeous boy's talent with his mouth and fingers was driving me absolutely insane. I could feel the jism begin to build up for an explosion inside me, my balls tightening against my body.

  "Oh, fuck man, I'm gonna cum!" I yelled out. Cody pulled his mouth away and quickly gripped my cock with one hand and began stroking violently. He kept his face just inches away, ready to be showered in my man-juice.

  Cody thrust the fingers of his other hand deep into my asshole for the last time, finally forcing the first wave of spunk out of me. The cum flew at his face, a long stream coating him from his forehead to his chin. It was immediately followed by a second, stronger shot, which flew up over the top of his head, some of it settling in his short, crew-cut hair.

  He pulled at me a few more times, pumping out a few more strings of jizz, which dribbled down onto his chin, neck and chest. I let out a long and satisfied groan as he took his hands away from my body and brought his head forward to lick the last few drops of semen from the tip of my cock.

  I sat on the bed next to him, drained, remembering that I was still holding the video camera. My body was writhing so heavily in pleasure during the orgasm that I was pretty sure I'd missed most of it on tape. I looked over at the cute, cum-covered young stud next to me and ran my finger through the warm, oozing jizz that was still on his face. He smiled and sucked at my thumb, stroking his own cock again.

  "Do you think I've earned another blowjob of my own?" he asked with a laugh.

  "Oh yeah, you are so getting sucked now!" Despite my sudden lack of energy, I couldn't wait to taste his meat again.

  I took Cody by the hips and hoisted him back onto the edge of the bed, getting down on my knees and taking my place between his legs. He rubbed my cum into his chest as I again took a mouthful of his still rock-hard prick. I took him as deep down as I could, feeling the tickle of his public hair as it brushed gently against my nose. I reached up with one hand and cupped his balls, rolling them in the palm of my hand as my head rode up and down on his cock. Cody threw his head back and braced himself against the bed, his breathing sped up to a steady rhythm in tune the movement of his dick in my mouth. Then before I knew it, I could feel the head of his cock expanding inside my mouth, and squirts of warm, sweet spunk shooting hard against the back of my throat.

  I did my best to gobble it up, but this dude was a cum fountain. I pulled my mouth off his still pulsing tool, as waterfall of thick juice ran out of the sides of my mouth.

  "Holy fuck, that was incredible," Cody said, panting and exhausted as he lay back on my bed. I licked my lips, savoring as much of his delicious taste as I could.

  My site had its very first action scene. And I couldn’t wait to do more.

  THE NEXT BIG THING

  "Fuck me, Kevin!"

  I'd cupped my hand behind Marc's head as I leaned over him, and he'd reached up to wrap a hand around my neck as well, trying to pull me in for a kiss as he stared intensely into my eyes. I resisted his grip and instead took his look as a cue to drive my cock deeper inside his hole.

  "Oh yeah, fuck me!" he screamed louder as my thighs slapped loudly against his ass with every forceful thrust. Marc closed his eyes, threw back his head and moaned as I rammed him steadily. His legs wrapped around my back, and I could feel them tightening around me.

  "Oh fuck yes!" Marc sure was a screamer. I wondered if maybe I was getting too aggressive. I slowed my movements, and pulled my cock out of his ass entirely for a moment, but then I felt his hand grip tighter around my neck and he opened his eyes again, flashing me a look that made it obvious he wanted my dick back inside.

  Marc was laid back on a counter top, his ass hanging slightly over the edge, at just the right height for me to stand and fuck him. He took his hand away from my neck and gripped the edges of the counter to brace himself as I picked up the intensity again. His own stiff dick smacked between his stomach and mine, waving back and forth as I slammed his asshole.

  "Oh yeah, just like that!" Marc reached down and grabbed hold of his cock, stroking vigorously as I kept up the pace of pounding him. "Fuck me harder!" he demanded, and I could tell he was getting close. I drove my cock as deep as I could inside him repeatedly. Marc's breathing sped up, and I looked down to see his balls tighten, signaling the inevitable explosion.

  "YES!" As predicted, Marc's cock unleashed a spray of cum, which shot skyward momentarily before splattering all over his stomach and mine. His asshole tightened during the blast, and I knew my own cumshot wasn't far off. I pulled my dick out and peeled off the rubber, gripping my pulsating cock tightly as I stood on my tip-toes to hover over Marc's spent body. It took barely a stroke before I shot two long strings of thick white jizz onto Marc's torso; the ropes of cum stretched from his chest to his treasure trail.

  "Oh yeah, baby," Marc said, with one hand caressing my thigh.

  "Cut!"

  The director was already looking away as I turned around toward him. I would have nearly forgotten we were being filmed, had it not been for the one video camera that had been propped between my legs to shoot upward at my cock ramming into Marc's ass.

  "Nice work, rook," Marc said to me, as he stood and slapped my sweaty ass, before walking over to take a swig from a sports drink he'd left on a table nearby.

  "Hang on," the director said. "Need to get a couple post-cumshot stills." He motioned for a guy with a still camera to step in front of us. Marc put down his drink and walked back over next to me. He wrapped an arm around my back and smiled toward the camera, with my semen slowly pulled by the force of gravity and running down his body. I looked toward the camera and smiled too, though it seemed like a strange sort of victory pose following the success of fucking.

  "That'll work," the still camera guy said as he examined the tiny screen and walked away. It seemed like a rather mechanical and emotionless response. I looked back over to Marc for his reaction, but he was dipping a finger into his belly button, where my cum had started to pool.

  "Hmm," he said, after lifting his finger to his mouth and licking it clean. "We'll have to do some cum-eating if we're ever paired together again. Yours is kind of sweet and salty."

  Marc walked away again, grabbed a towel off of a stack and wiped the rest of my jizz from his stomach, then grabbed a second towel and wrapped it around his waist.

  I leaned back against the counter and absorbed the moment, my mind still somewhat foggy in my post-coital glow. I scanned the room; the director was seated at a laptop computer, where he'd plugged in one of the
cameras to review the footage. There were two other video camera operators; one had fired up a cigarette and was staring mindlessly into the corner, while the other guy fiddled with the lens on his camera. The still camera guy had his back to me, still staring at his little screen, just standing in the middle of the floor. There was also a fifth crew member whose function I still hadn't figured out, who stood near the little snack table the studio had set up, digging through a bowl of pretzels.

  It struck me then how odd it was that I was the only one standing there bare-ass naked, yet being completely ignored by everyone else in the room. I felt the warmth of the overhead lights heating my skin. My cock was softening quickly, and I felt a kind of crunchy sensation on the surface of my stomach where Marc's cum splatter was starting to harden.

  "Kevin!" the director yelled. I snapped out of my trance. I still wasn't used to answering to that name. The studio already had an Ethan on its talent roster, and I'd been advised to avoid using my real name anyway.

  "Any re-shoots, Dave?" Marc asked the director as he stood over his shoulder to stare at the screen. I grabbed one of the towels and rubbed off Marc's jizz remnants as I walked over to join them.

  "We should be good," Dave said. "Wish I'd had one more angle on Kevin's cumshot, but there's no way to replicate those rivers of jizz. Damn, dude." Dave paused and smacked me on my now-towel wrapped ass. "That was quite a load. Saving up for a while?"

  I felt my face redden at the question. "It had been a couple days, like you asked," I told him.

  "Shit. Solid," he complimented, then went back to staring at the footage. The others in the room started to quietly disappear, leaving only the recorded sounds of Marc's moaning to fill the air.

  "So..." I said, unsure of what was supposed to happen next.

  "Showers are that way, buddy," Dave told me, pointing toward a hallway, while never taking his eyes of the screen.

  I walked toward the hall, leaving Dave and Marc examining the screen. His compliment on my load was nice and all, but I still had this odd feeling of disappointment, as if I was expecting a standing ovation from the crew upon completing my first hardcore porn scene.

  I found the bathroom a few doors down. It was much larger than a typical bathroom, with three shower-heads mounted on the wall, opened out to the rest of the room with no curtains. I saw a similar lighting set-up overhead and realized these showers probably doubled as a set piece for some of the studio's scenes. I stripped my towel, turned on one of the showers, closed my eyes, and let the warm water run over me.

  "That's a pretty damn good debut," I heard Marc's voice say. I opened my eyes to see him turn on the shower next to me. "I had you pegged for stamina," he continued. "Most newbs here have an over-under. Either they're so damn nervous that they blow their load too early, or they're so damn nervous that they can't blow their load at all. The good ones fall right in the middle, like you. Hand me the soap."

  I gave him the bottle of body wash I was using and watched as Marc soaped up his slender body. He was shorter and skinnier than me, the definition of the term 'twink.'

  "You've been doing this long?" I asked Marc, then hesitated, as I realized the awkwardness of the question. We'd never really gotten to know each other before I'd fucked him, so maybe I shouldn't have been asking after the fact.

  "A couple years now," he said, unfazed. "I started out here, tried another studio once, even tried topping for them. I liked it, but it looked wrong. My body was made for booty," he laughed. It was true. He had a nice smooth, round bubble butt that made him an ideal bottom.

  "So I came back here," Marc continued. "They've been good to me. Even kind of made me into their star. Their go-to guy to break in the fresh meat, like you."

  I felt myself start to blush again.

  "Dave's already saying he'd like you back," Marc informed me.

  "Oh, I don't know," I said, honestly.

  "Dude, you're a natural," Marc said. "I mean, fucking look at you. That dick is perfect," he said, while reaching down to finger his ass with his soapy hand. "I liked the thickness, really felt good up there."

  "Thanks?" I still wasn't sure how to take compliments about my cock.

  "And you're body's pretty slammin' too," Marc went on. "Hell, cut back on the carbs and you could really rip out those abs even more. You'll be a fucking superstar."

  I wasn't sure whether to feel complimented, or if he was backhandedly calling me fat. "It was kind of a quick money thing," I confessed.

  "What, you didn't like fucking me?" he asked, seemingly offended.

  "No! I mean, yes! You were--"

  "Just kidding, dude," Marc laughed. "Most guys do it for the money the first time. Hell, I did. But it's addictive. Both the money and the sex."

  "Well I guess it was... fun," I said.

  "See?" Marc said, and walked over to me. He reached down and grabbed my dick with one of his hands. I hadn't even realized I was starting to stiffen up again while he was talking. "You'll have to come back. We'll have more... fun." He stared up at me again with the same intensity he'd had while we were fucking. My eyes widened as he leaned up and gave me quick kiss, then he laughed playfully and handed me the soap bottle. He continued laughing as he grabbed his towel and left the bathroom while still dripping wet.

  I kept staring at the door as I stood under shower and let the water wash over my body. I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself in the comfort of the warm water. I felt the spray hitting my shoulders, and gentle rivers run down my back and stream into my ass crack. When I opened my eyes again I'd realized I was fully erect again, and had unconsciously started stroking my dick. The truth was, it had been fun. I loved sex. Marc was a great partner, he had a great tight ass, and handled my cock well. I'd also worked hard to stay in shape, and it was selfishly nice for that to be appreciated. And I'd just fucked on camera anyway. There was no putting that genie back in the bottle, so why not do it again?

  I startled myself with a soft moan as I gripped my stiff cock harder. Have more sex with hot guys and get paid for it? Fuck yes, let's do it.

  "Uhhh!" I moaned louder as I felt my whole body tingle and pulsate, and a blast of cum fired from my cock onto the shower floor.

  I was panting as I stared as the jizz streak getting picked up by the water flow from the shower and circling toward the drain.