Rebel_Ballsy Boys 1

by K. M. Neuhold

  “The one with you and Johan.”

  I raise my eyebrows and shoot a quick look over my shoulder to see if Bear is listening in. The shoot with Johan was unique, because Bear wanted to do something else and went for a highly romantic angle. It was all slow, soft, lots of kissing and languid fucking. A surprising choice that gives me an indication of Pixie’s preferences.

  Bear nods to signal he’s heard it. Good. This will help him come up with good scripts to use Pixie well.

  “Bear has gone over today’s script with you, right?”

  He nods.

  “And you prepped according to his instructions?”

  More nodding. He’d better be wearing a plug, because we won’t have time for prepping and stretching. And with my dick, you need prep for real.

  “We’ll start with the interview. Try to relax. I’ll take the lead, so keep your eyes on me and simply have a conversation with me, okay?”

  He bites his lip. God, the kid is nervous.

  “They can edit anything out, so don’t worry too much about saying something stupid. Follow my lead, and you’ll be fine.”

  Ten minutes later, we’re parked on a comfortable couch, both wearing boxer-briefs. Usually, the pre-scene interviews are done naked, but with newbies, Bear likes to start more conservatively, ease them and the viewers in. Fine with me. The kid looks totally adorable in tight, red Tommy Hilfigers.

  Bear sits cross-legged on a chair across from us. He always asks a few questions, the various cameras recording multiple shots of us at the same time. He nods at me to signal we’ve started.

  “Rebel, we’ve found you another newbie to break in!” Bear says with a laugh.

  I smile, first at him, then at Pixie, as I let my eyes slowly roam his body. “You did right by me, Bear. He’s damn cute.”

  Pixie blushes, lowers his eyes.

  I chuckle. “Look at that adorable blush.” I look straight into the camera. “Can you imagine how he’ll look when he’s well-fucked? His cheeks all rosy and heated, those lips puffy and swollen from kissing and sucking, his gorgeous hair all messy.”

  Bear laughs. “You like him, huh?”

  I let my eyes trail down Pixie’s body again. “Damn right, I do. Can’t wait to get started.”

  Pixie looks at me from between those long eyelashes and sends me a hint of a smile.

  “I like breaking in newbies,” I say conversationally, while trailing a finger over Pixie’s shoulder. He shudders. “They’re so eager to please and so honest in their reactions. I mean, seriously, this one blushes… How totally fucking cute is that?”

  “What are you gonna do with him?” Bear asks.

  “I like to start with mapping his body. Find out what makes him shiver, what makes him moan… Is he a nipple guy who goes all weak when I play with his nipples? Or maybe he’s real sensitive around his ears… I wanna suck his earlobe and find out.”

  Pixie shivers again, that delightful blush still staining his cheeks.

  “I’m definitely gonna spend a lot of time kissing him, because, hello, have you seen those lips? They’re gonna look real nice wrapped around my cock, too…”

  I reckon Pixie has had enough time now to get his first question. “But maybe Pixie has some ideas of what he wants to do as well?”

  I hear him take a deep breath, and then he lifts his eyes to meet mine. “I prepared well for this, you know,” he says softly.

  I lean a little forward. “You did?”

  “I watched every video of you at least twice. All in the name of research, of course.”

  He’s got a sense of humor. Thank fuck. “Mmm, I can appreciate that. What did you learn about me?”

  He lifts his arm, lets his hand land on my biceps. His touch is soft, almost sweet. “Everyone always raves about your cock.”

  I grin. “I’ve been told it’s one of my best assets.”

  His lips curve into a sexy smile. “Oh, it’s damn near perfect, don’t get me wrong, but personally, I’m partial to your hands.”

  “My hands?” My surprise isn’t faked. I have no idea where he’s going with this.

  He lets his hand journey down my arm, then reaches for my hand and raises it. “You have beautiful hands. Long. Graceful. I can’t wait to feel them on me, to watch you touch me.”

  Hot damn, the kid’s got game with words. Serious game.

  I don’t have to look at Bear for permission. He lets us do whatever the fuck we want, as long as we stick to the general script.

  “Come here, you little imp. Let’s see if reality matches your dreams.”

  He lets himself be maneuvered on my lap, his back against my chest, his butt pressing against my dick. Mmm, I like.

  He leans his head back against my shoulder, reaches backward with his hands to curl them around my head. His neck and back arch in a way that makes my cock pay attention. He’s gonna look so damn sexy when I fuck him.

  I splay both my hands on his chest, covering his nipples. “Look at my hands, sexy. I think they look good on you, don’t you?”

  I rub his nipples with my thumbs, and he lets out the cutest little moan. My tongue comes out to play, licking his neck, then his ear. A little nibble on his ear lobe drags another moan from those perfect lips.

  “Where exactly did you picture my hands, when you imagined us playing?”

  “Everywhere. God, I want you to touch me everywhere.”

  There’s an eagerness in his voice that feels real. Interesting. Either he’s got a case of hero worship going on, which has happened before, or he really loves to be fucked. I can work with both. But before we move things along, we need a bit more conversation.

  “Now that I’ve got you exactly where I wanted—though we’re both still a little overdressed for the occasion—I’m dying to know what makes a cute thing like you tick. What are you into, Pixie-boy?”

  Pixie subtly twists his bubble butt into my cock and turns his head sideways to look at me. “I love sex. I swear to god, I love everything about it. My parents honestly couldn’t care less about me, so I’ve been on my own for a long time. I was a virgin, had never even kissed a boy till my senior year of high school. That changed after my first hook-up. This big, furry papa bear fucked me, and I was hooked. Figured if I liked being fucked so much, I might as well make a career out of it.”

  It doesn’t happen to me often that I’m speechless, but I did not see that one coming. Pixie transformed from shy and innocent into a sultry little sex-beast right before my eyes. He’s sending me a come-hither look that sorely tempts me to drag his boxers down and fuck him without any foreplay.

  From the corner of my eye, I catch Bear subtly rearranging himself. Good to know I’m not the only one who’s being turned on here. Shit, breaking Pixie in is going to be way more fun than I imagined.

  We banter for a few more minutes, then seamlessly transition into kissing. The little shit kisses like he’s getting graded for it. We rub and grind into each other, my cock happily leaking pre-cum.

  My hand dips inside Pixie’s underwear, and I squeeze that perfect bubble butt. Hot damn, his skin is so soft and his cheeks so plump. Can’t wait to bury my cock inside him.

  As I dip into his crack, my fingers touch the slightly flared end of a butt plug sticking out of his hole, and I sigh inwardly with relief. Thank fuck for newbies who can follow instructions.

  “Cut,” Bear announces.

  I break off the kiss and slap Pixie on his butt. “You’re doing good, baby boy.”

  I get up off the couch and stretch my limbs a little while Pixie awkwardly climbs to his feet as well.

  Bear steps close. “How are you holding up, Pixie?”

  The confident, sexy twink disappears, and he blushes again. Sure, it takes some getting used to being naked on set—in our case, almost naked since we’re still wearing underwear—especially when everyone else but your partner is dressed.

  Bear is wearing his usual ripped jeans and tight shirt. The guy is a bona fide silver fox, his
long black hair interspersed with silver streaks, pulled back into a ponytail. I can only pray to whatever god is listening that I’ll have a body like that when I’m forty, because holy fuck, the guy is hot. Not my type at all, but fucking sexy nevertheless.

  “I’m good… Yeah, it’s good. Rebel’s...nice,” Pixie stammers.

  “Nice? What a fucking blow to his ego,” Bear says, slapping me on my ass.

  “Hey,” I protest. “Hands of the merchandise, boss. Or I’ll sue you for sexual harassment.”

  Joey, the first cameraman, laughs. “You and that dick of yours are a sexual harassment in itself. Fuckin’ hell, Rebel, you’re giving us all an inferiority complex here.”

  I flip him the bird and turn to Pixie. “Time for the next phase. We’re gonna start in the same position we were in, but then we’re gonna move into you sucking me off, okay? Take it slow, no rush. The goal isn’t to get me off, but to make it look sexy. Try to make sounds, because viewers love to hear us, but don’t get too over-the-top moany.”

  “Says the guy whose nickname is the Moaner,” Joey says.

  “Dude, my moans are a form of art. People have made my moans into a ringtone. You wish you were that good at moaning...or at fucking, for that matter.”

  It’s Joey’s turn to flip me off, and I smile. The atmosphere on set is always relaxed, which is another reason why I love what I do.

  “If I’m getting too close, I’ll tap you out,” I tell Pixie. “That’s your signal to slow down, okay? Anytime you wanna transition into rimming me, that’s fine. Joey will be really close with the camera to get a good close up shot, but don’t look into the camera. Focus on what you’re doing or on my eyes.”

  Pixie looks at me with a serious expression, nods.

  “Time to lose the plug,” I say gently.

  “Where…?” He must realize the stupidity of that question at the same time he asks it, because he blushes again. God, I hope he never loses that innocence, because it’s fucking endearing.

  “Lie down. I’ll do it,” I say.

  I don’t make a big fuss out of it, and everyone pretends to look elsewhere, so seconds later, the butt plug plops free. I dispose of it quickly and wipe my hands on a towel. We always have plenty of those laying around.

  Pixie pulls his boxers back up, which is good because we’ll need that for scene continuity. I lay back on the couch, pull Pixie on top of me, and start kissing him again. It’s interesting how he completely relaxes as soon as we get going again. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even notice the camera that’s right in our faces.

  I make quick work of both our boxers. Ah, that’s so much better with my cock rubbing against his soft skin without anything between us.

  After about a minute of wet kissing, and me teasing his hole with my finger, he raises those misty eyes at me and says in a hoarse voice, “Can I please suck you off? I’ve been dreaming about having your cock in my mouth...”

  I don’t think I’ve ever been asked so nicely, and I happily give permission.

  Note to Bear: the kid can deepthroat and does not need lessons. At all. He’s got my blood pumping within minutes, and I have serious skills when it comes to denying myself an orgasm.

  The most amazing thing is that he’s so happy doing it, like he’s seriously over the moon at being allowed to suck cock. Where the fuck do I find me someone like that?

  Another note to Bear: the little imp can rim like a pro, too. He digs in like my ass is a buffet, and he hasn’t eaten in weeks. Can we, like, clone him or something?

  Bear calls for a break again, and after some stern admonishments to Pixie to please signal when he’s about to come, we move on to the fucking part of the scene. Bear and I have a quick discussion, but decide against me sucking him off.

  Pixie looks like he’s not far from blowing, and he doesn’t have any experience with edging yet. If I give him a blowjob, he’s bound to blow his wad. Fucking it is. It’s not like I mind burying my cock into that delicious bubble butt.

  He’s prepped well, thank fuck, and I sink home in a few careful thrusts. His eager little moans and squirms are a total turn on.

  I know there’s an ongoing betting pool who can hold out the longest while fucking. Tank currently holds the record at almost three hours, and I’ve been hell-bent on breaking it—but it won’t happen today. Not with this minx who takes my cock like it’s nothing.

  I last an hour and a half, with Bear getting pretty much all the positions he’d asked me to do. Pixie is hella flexible and happily lets me fuck him into a whimpering mess.

  He comes after fifteen minutes of fucking, but he remembered to signal he was about to blow, so they’ll edit that one out. His second orgasm sneaks up on him right after I come all over his abdomen and chest. Joey was close with the camera anyway, so he caught it. Thank fuck for that.

  All in all, it’s been a pretty good shoot, and Bear looks happy. He throws me a towel when I get up, so I can wipe myself off. “Nice job, Rebel. You had great chemistry.”

  I nod. “He’s good. Eager.”

  Pixie shyly steps closer, patting his face with a towel. “You did good, little imp,” I tell him.

  His face breaks open into a big smile. “Thank you.”

  “Who do you think would be a good fit for him?” Bear asks me. “I was thinking Campy?”

  I nod. “Yeah. Brewer would work, too. Not Tank. That guy can fuck for hours, and our boy here doesn’t have the stamina for that just yet.”

  Bear grins. “I agree. Tank is not for beginners.”

  I hit the showers with a quiet Pixie beside me and get dressed quickly after. When I check my phone, there’s a new text message. It seems Tom has deemed me worthy of another date.

  Hoo-fucking-ray.

  3

  Troy

  My morning classes passed slowly. I knew studying video game design was going to be a lot of technical classes about coding and computer science, and I’m all for that. But some of the professors could really work on their monotone delivery.

  My calendar on my phone reminds me that I’ve got an appointment with my advisor in twenty minutes, which is more than enough time to hoof it over to the faculty office building. On my way, I make a quick pit stop at Randall Hall dorms to break up with some poor sap named Greg whose boyfriend is sick of him. What can I say? It’s a cool hundred bucks, and I’m really good at dumping people. I’m marketing my skillset.

  “Troy Kline?” I’m greeted when I enter my advisor’s office only five minutes past our scheduled meeting time.

  “Yeah, that’s me.” The pleasant buzz of an orgasm and half a joint have long since worn off, leaving me uneasy about the reason why this meeting was requested.

  “Troy, glad you were able to stop by to chat this afternoon. I noticed you haven’t paid off the balance for this semester yet, and I wanted to see if you needed financial aid information?”

  My gut twists, and I sink down in the chair opposite my adviser, Mary.

  “I told you, I don’t like the idea of ending school with a huge debt. How long do I have to pay the balance for this semester?”

  “It’s due April seventeenth. If you don’t pay by then, you’ll be dropped from your classes.”

  “I’ll figure it out,” I assure her.

  I’ve always found a way to pay each semester, one way or another. Last semester is when the idea of posting the ad to break-up with people for money came to me. And that got me through. I’m sure I’ll find a way to pay this semester, too.

  “If you change your mind, I’ll be happy to go over options for loans with you.”

  “Thanks.”

  I fling my backpack over my shoulder and exit the office without a backward glance.

  What the fuck am I going to do?

  I have a few grand in my account from my side gig, but I was counting on that for living expenses. I’m going to have to pray a lot of people need someone to do the dirty work of dumping someone for them this semester if I’m going to squeak b
y.

  I slump down beside a gnarled tree on the quad and bury my face in my hands.

  “I’ve gotta dump this chick, but I hate the drama, you know?” some dude says from off to my left. “I know there’ll be water works and questions about why things aren’t working. It’s my hell.”

  I laugh to myself and shake my head. Breaking up is easy; it’s keeping someone around that’s the trick. I couldn’t keep my parents from ditching me, couldn’t find a foster family to keep me, and by the time I figured out what my dick was for, there wasn’t a chance in hell I was giving any man the chance to leave me.

  “It’d be cool if you could pay someone to break up with her for you,” the dude’s friend jokes and they both laugh.

  I shove to my feet and run my hands through my unruly hair again before spinning to face the men with my best friendly smile.

  “Excuse me, but it sounds like you have a problem I can help with.”

  The two men share a confused look.

  “We’re not trying to buy drugs,” one of them says, looking me up and down.

  I’m not a drug dealer, fuck you very much. I bite back that retort and force myself to chuckle like I appreciate the humor of the misunderstanding. Sure, I’m a little rough around the edges with my messy hair and constant stubble. My jeans have holes and combat boots are a staple in my wardrobe. I don’t look like anyone’s idea of high class, but I don’t sell drugs… I do them on occasion, but I don’t sell them.

  “No, I offer a...service. I’ll let your girl down gently for the low price of a hundred bucks. The break-up is taken care of for you without the hassle.”

  “No shit?”

  “No shit,” I confirm. “Just give me her name, a picture would be good, and where I can find her. If there’s anything specific you want me to say I can do that, but otherwise I can just feel out the situation once I’m there.”

  “Yeah, hell yeah.” The guy smiles and reaches for his cell phone. “I can Venmo you the money, right?”

  “Of course,” I agree and give him my information.