Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2006 13:27:32 EDT
From: ImJeff0882@aol.com
Subject: Do  you want to be a porn star, Part five

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Do you want to be a porn star? Part five.


That night Trevor practiced his blow job skills on me.  He was getting
better.  This time he got himself horned up enough so that he took my load
in his mouth and swallowed.  Then he showered my face with his spunk.

I lay in bed trying to fall asleep.  All I could think about was the kiss
that day.

That weekend we spent our time at the beach, practicing blow jobs at night
and drinking beer.  I thought about calling Jimmy.

On Monday, during one of my breaks, I called.

He said, "Hey, Luke."

"Hi.  Are you at work?" I asked.

"No.  I work Wednesday through Sunday.  Mondays and Tuesdays are my days
off."

"Oh okay.  Am I interrupting or is this a bad time?" I asked, not knowing
what else to say.

"No.  Actually, I was just sitting out on the beach taking some sun and
thinking about you, and that's dangerous."  I felt worried.  I wasn't sure
what he meant.  "I keep getting wood," he said and laughed.

"Oh," I said and laughed.  "Well, that's cool."

He laughed.  Silence.  "So, how are you doing?" he asked.

"Good."  I took a deep breath and said, "I was hoping we could get together
some time."

"Yeah, sure.  When?" he asked.

"Ah, well, I didn't know when you worked and when you had time off."
Again, there was silence.  "Let me see if I can trade shifts with someone
and get tomorrow off. We could hang out."

"Tomorrow won't work, at least not during the day.  I'm free tonight or
tomorrow night."

Fuck! I had no idea what I'd tell Trevor.  I couldn't tell him I was going
out on a date with some guy I met in a sex shop.  My mind raced.  My dick
made my decision for me.  "Tonight!  Let's get together, tonight."  Damn,
don't sound desperate.

Jimmy said, "Sounds great.  Where should we meet and when?"  I hesitated.
He suggested, "How about this.  Let's meet in the parking lot of my dad's
store.  Does that work for you?"

"Yes.  That's great.  Let's say at 6.  How about 6, and we can go to
dinner."

"Luke, that sounds great.  I'll see you at 6."

"Cool," I said.  We hung up.  I had a hard-on.

I called Trevor and hoped he wouldn't answer.  "What's up," he asked.

"I'm going to hang out with a couple of guys from work tonight." I lied.

"Who?"

"You don't know them.  Just a couple of guys."

"Think they'd mind if I tagged along?" he asked.

Fuck!  My heart began to pound.  "Actually, they're introducing me to this
girl they know.  It's kind of a three couple thing.  I hate blind dates,
but "

"Oh okay.  Cool, dude.  Well, good luck."

"Thanks.  I'll see you.  Don't wait up," I said.

"Really?  You think you're going to get laid?" he asked.

"No.  I doubt it.  But, they're talkin' dinner and movie and hangin' out,"
I said.  "Look, I got to get back to work."

"Yeah, okay.  I'll catch you later."  He hung up.  I was sweating.

I watched my watch all day long.  I ran home at 4pm, knowing that Trevor
wouldn't be there.  I showered and changed and got out of the house in
record time.  Now, I had over an hour to waste before meeting Jimmy.  I
drove into Goleta, parked in a Taco Bell parking lot and drank a soda as I
continued to stare at my watch.  Finally, it was 5:50.  I drank the rest of
my soda, started my car, looked at myself in my review mirror, took a deep
breath and headed to the sex shop.  When I arrived I parked the car and
waited.  Jimmy stepped out of his father's store at exactly 6:00.

Again, I realized that I had not noticed just how attractive he was.  He
was a little taller than me.  His hair was dark brown and wavy.  His eyes
were big and brown.  His lips were soft, very soft and his smile was
generous.  Fuck! He looks like Orlando Bloom.  My heart began to pound in
my chest.  My face warmed as he smiled at me and walked toward the car.

"Hey Luke," he said as he opened the door to my car.  "You want to drive,
or should I?"

"I can drive," I said.

He closed the door and leaned toward me to kiss me.  I didn't move because
I was still swooning.  He looked disappointed and moved back.  I quickly
recovered and moved toward him, grabbed the back of his head and moved him
toward me.  He smiled as our mouths met.  It was a gentle kiss.  Our
tongues meet.  I sighed.  He smiled.

"I have to remember that this is new to you," he said.

"Very," I said.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

"Very," I said looking at him and smiling.

"I'm taking you to dinner," he insisted.

"No.  I called you.  I can take us out to dinner."

"You're driving.  I'll take us out.  Do you like Mexican?"

"Yes, I love Mexican," I said.  I could not stop staring at him.

He put on his seat belt and said, "Take 101 toward Santa Barbara.  I'll
tell you when to get off."  I smiled at him.  "Off the freeway," he said
and laughed.

I started the car and headed for the freeway.  Before long we were at the
restaurant and had ordered.  We talked about Trevor and his not knowing my
true feelings.  We talked about how long I suspected that I might be gay.
Through high school, I told him.  He asked if I would ever tell Trevor and
how I thought he'd take it.

"I think he'd hate it, especially now, with what we've done."

"What difference does it make if you're straight or gay?" he asked.  "He's
having sex with a guy."

"Believe me it would make a difference to him," I assured him.

We talked about UCSB.  He was majoring in History.  He wanted to be a
teacher.  He told me about his boyfriend and their break-up.  They were
together for two years.  His boyfriend met someone else and broke it off
with him.  Jimmy said it was hard for him at first but that he's ready to
let it go.

"Do you live at home?" I asked.

"I moved back in after Ron and I broke-up.  I didn't really know anyone
that I felt comfortable living with."

I asked, "You'll be living at home this next year?"

"No," he said.  "I got a job in the dorms.  I'm going to be one of those
nerds who is a resident assistant.  I have 50 guys to take care of," he
said and smiled.

"Oh cool.  My R.A. was a good guy."

He asked, "You'll be living with Trevor?"

"Yeah, we have a year's lease," I said and shrugged.  "He's a cool guy.  I
just wish this sex thing hadn't started."  I looked at him.  "Well, that's
not true.  I was so excited when it started; I wanted it to happen but
never thought it would.  But, I don't think I thought it through."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I kind of had this secret crush on him.  I mean, he never noticed me
sexually.  He's really into girls and especially his girlfriend.  But he's
into sex, too.  When it started I thought I was the luckiest guy in Santa
Barbara.  But now I don't know."

"Why?" Jim asked.

"Also, if I hadn't done stuff with him I would never have come into your
store, and,"

"Yeah," he said and smiled, "that was kind of hot."  I nodded and smiled.
"How's your butt?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah.  It's fine," I answered.

"What?"  I shook my head.  He asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No.  No."

"Then what?"

I said, "It's stupid."  He looked at me.  "Fuck," I nervously admitted,
"When you said that, that it was hot."  He nodded.  "I was thinking of the
kiss, but the other stuff was hot, too."

He smiled at me and said, "The kiss was very hot."  I was beet red and
sweating.  He smiled at me.

Our food was great.  He paid the check.  We walked around the neighborhood
for a while.  It was finally getting dark.  I asked him if he wanted to go
for a drive.  He said, "Yes, but only if we can park for a while."
Instantly my dick got hard.  He took my hand in his.  My hand was wet with
sweat.  Fuck, I hate that.

We drove to Goleta.  On the way he said, "It's a nice night.  Do you have a
blanket in the car?"

"No."

"Stop at the store.  I have one in my car.  We'll just grab it."  We did.
He told me to head toward the beach.  We drove down this road I had never
been down before.  It ended near the bluffs.  We took our shoes and socks
off, grabbed the blanket and walked toward the beach.

The air was warm.  The moon was nowhere in sight.  The sound of the ocean
was all we could hear; that and, I was sure, the sound of my heart beating.

We climbed down the bluff, and walked north away from the college and Isla
Vista.  We passed a couple of people.  We noticed two guys walking and
holding hands.  Jimmy took my hand.

"Let's stop here," I said.

"Sure."  We walked up toward the bluff and spread out the blanket.  He sat
down and looked up at me and patted the blanket.  "I won't attack you, this
time."

I sat down beside him and said, "I want you to attack me."

He laughed and asked, "Will you attack back?"

I moved toward him, put my hand on his chest and pushed him down.  I lay
down beside him.  He smiled at me.  I began unbuttoning his shirt.  He lay
there and continued to smile.  I opened his shirt and began running my hand
up and down his chest.  His skin was tanned from sunbathing earlier in the
day.  His skin was as smooth as velvet and his body was hard.  I touched
his nipples.  He sighed.  I moved my hand and started unbuttoning his
pants, all the while, staring into his eyes.  He started working on my
shirt and then unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper.  He pulled
me down on top of him as we began to kiss.

Our tongues swirled in each other's mouth.  He sucked on mine.  I sucked on
his.  He started biting my lips, my chin, and my neck.  I moaned.  We
kissed again, sucking on each other's lips.  He pulled at my shirt until if
was off.  He sat up and took his shirt off.  Looking at me, he pulled off
his pants and briefs and then reached for mine.  I pulled mine off.  He
rolled on top of me, pulling the blanket with him.  We lay naked, wrapped
in each other's nakedness, cocooned in the blanket.

He began grinding his groan into mine.  Our hard dicks pushed against each
other's.  He held me, we kissed.  He said, "You are really hot."  He kept
grinding his groin into mine.  "You feel wonderful."  Our legs were
intertwined and lock around each other's as we pushed into each other.

I whispered, "You feel wonderful."  I felt myself getting close.  I'd never
cum like this.  "I'm really turned on," I said.  He looked at me and smiled
and kept thrusting against me.  "I'm getting close.  I've never cum like
this," I groaned.

He kept grinding into me.  "Let it happen.  I'll be along soon," he
whispered and began kissing me.

I held him tightly.  His rhythmic movements, the strength of his arms, his
tongue darting in and out of my mouth, his trimmed pubic hair creating
friction against my cock head, the feel of his hard-on moving against mine,
sent me into orgasm.

I grunted, "Oh fuck, Jimmy.  Fuck," I felt my body spasm in the tight
embrace of his arms and legs.  I felt myself getting wet with my warm cum.

He kept thrusting against me.  "Yeah, cum all over us," he said.  His
rhythmic movement grew more intense.  I was almost at the end of my orgasm
when I felt a stream of warm cum shooting up my chest.  "Oh fuck, Luke, you
are incredible," he said and kept thrusting into me.

We kissed as we both kept thrusting into each other's cum soaked bodies.

We lay there for a while, neither one of us said a word.  We just held each
other.  He looked at me and smiled.  "That was pretty incredible," he said.

I smiled and said, "We're not done are we?"  He laughed.  I asked, "It's
too early to leave, isn't it?"

"I have no place to be," he said.

"Me neither."

He kissed me and then rested his head on my shoulder.  We held each other
for a long while.  It felt wonderful to be in his arms.  I could have fall
asleep like this, except for the fact that I wanted more of him.

I heard him take a deep breath.  He said, "I can smell us."

I laughed and asked, "Is that bad or good?"

"It's wonderful.  I love the smell of cum almost as much as I love the
taste of it."  I started laughing so hard that he almost slid off of me.
"Does that shock you?"

"No.  I think I just found out that I like it, too.  But, I've never heard
someone say that."

He pushed his dick into my stomach while looking at me and said, "I'm
looking forward to tasting yours. Feeling your cum fill my mouth.  Feeling
your cum slide down my throat.  Hearing you moan and groan as I get you
off."  I kept laughing. My dick started getting hard and moving between us.
"You laugh, but your willy is waking up."  I nodded.  "You want my cum,
too.  Don't you?"

I smiled and said, "I want to hear you moan and groan as you fill my
mouth."  We both started to laugh as his dick moved between us.

"My willy likes you, too," he said.

We began kissing again.  He kissed my neck and bit down lightly.  I sighed.
He kissed my nipples and then swirled his tongue around each.  I sighed.
He licked his way down my cum wet chest to my navel.  His chin touched my
dickhead, and then he took hold of it and began stroking me.  I took his
head in my hand and gently applied pressure, moving him toward my dick.

He looked up at me and said, "Tell me to suck your dick?"

I glanced down at him and smiled.  "Suck my dick."

He smiled.  I felt his lips caress my cock head.  I felt the warmth of his
mouth surround my dick.  I sighed.  He sucked my dick gently.  It felt
wonderful.  He played with my balls as he licked the shaft of my dick and
then my ball sac.  Soon he was sucking me hard.

I decided I wanted him in my mouth.  I pulled at him, moving him up toward
me.  He kissed me.  I rolled us over so that I was on top of him.  I kissed
him.  He whispered, "Suck me, please.  Suck me slow and then suck me hard."
He kissed me hard and deep.

I licked his chest.  He sighed.  I licked his nipples.  He sighed.  I
licked his navel as I began stroking his dick.  The smell and taste of our
cum made me hungrier for his dick.  He was playing with my hair and
sighing.  I couldn't wait any longer.  I opened my mouth and swallowed as
much of his dick as I could.  I moaned loudly.  I lay beside him, playing
with his balls and bobbing up and down on his dick.  I could feel his dick
head swelling, when he pulled me up toward him.

"I want your cum," I said.

"Let's be safe," he whispered.  I looked at him.  "This isn't a one time
thing is it?" he asked.

"No, I hope not," I answered.

"Okay.  Let's not exchange fluids until we're sure we are okay and when we
are being exclusive," he said.

"You'd want to be that with me?"

"We can work toward that.  I'd like that, yeah.  What about you?"

"Yeah.  That would be nice."  He kissed me.  "I like being with you."

"I like you, too," I said.  He began stroking my dick.  I began stroking
his.  "Let me suck you until you get close," I said.  He smiled and nodded.

I want down on him and slowly licked and sucked his dick.  I wanted to stay
on his dick forever.  I felt him getting close.  I kept sucking.  He pulled
at me and said, "Kiss me."  I did.  He was stroking hard.  I felt his cum
splashing against my stomach.  "Oh fuck, Luke.  You are so fuckin'
incredibly hot," he moaned as more cum hit my stomach.  I held him as his
body climaxed.

We kissed and touched each other until he rolled me onto my back and moved
down on me.  We were both dripping in cum.  He sucked me and played with my
balls until I got to that point of no return.  I grabbed him by the hair
and pulled at him.  He moved close to me and started kissing me as I
stroked myself to orgasm.

We lay on each other for a long while.  Kissing and touching and rubbing
each other.

He glanced at his watch. He laughed.  "It's after one."

"You're kidding.  Right?" I said.

"It's almost two."

"Oh fuck.  Oh fuck, how am I going to explain this?"

He grabbed his underwear and started wiping me clean.  "Why don't you do
this?  Call his cell and leave a message saying that you've been drinking
and that you're staying at you buddy's apartment.  Tell him you'll stop in
tomorrow morning, or I guess this morning to change for work."

"What if he answers?"

"Can you sound a little drunk?"

"I guess," I answered as we both began to get dressed.  "But where will I
stay?"

"You can stay with me?"

"At your parent's house?" I asked sounding shocked.

"I have a separate entrance to the house.  Don't worry about it.  Anyway,
you know you want to sleep with me."

I laughed and said, "Like we're going to sleep."

We walked to the car.  We sat silently as I dialed Trevor's cell; it went
to voice mail.  "Trev.  Sorry I didn't call sooner.  I've been drinking and
I drank too much.  I'm going to crash on this guy's sofa.  I'll catch up
with you tomorrow."  I closed the phone and looked at him and smiled.

We drove to the parking lot, picked up his car.  I followed him to his
house.  It was a large house in the Santa Barbara hills.  It had a pool and
a Jacuzzi.  We walked into the backyard.  He stood there, looked at me and
began undressing.  He smiled at me and said, "Let's go for a swim.  We need
to rinse off."  I glanced at the house.  "They're asleep, don't worry about
them.  I do this all the time."

He jumped in the pool and looked up at me.  I undressed and jumped in after
him.  It was dark.  The water was warm.  He wrapped his legs around me and
said, "Maybe we won't sleep."  I laughed.

It was getting light when we finally fell asleep.  The alarm was set for
7:30am.  We were asleep for two hours when the alarm sounded.  He turned
off the alarm and cuddled up against me.  "Can't you call in sick?"

"I suppose."  I lay there.  "Set it for 8:30."  The alarm sounded again.  I
sat up.  Opened my cell and called the campus bookstore.  "Hey, Jessica,
it's Luke.  Is Ron there?"  I waited.  "Ron, this is Luke.  I feel like
shit, but if you need me I'll come in."

Ron said, "No, we're good.  It's been slow this week."

"I can come in on Saturday and make up my shift if you want," I said.

"Actually, I might be able to use you on Saturday.  We're inventorying for
the fall semester."

"Okay, I'll plan on being there Saturday."

"Great.  That works out great.  Take care.  I'll see you tomorrow."

I closed my cell.  Looked at Jimmy and smiled.  We again cuddled with each
other.  We were both hard, but we quickly fell asleep.

I next opened my eyes at about noon.  Jimmy was sitting up in bed, staring
down at me.  He was running his fingers up and down my chest.  I stretched
and groaned and realized that I had morning wood.  We both glanced at my
dick and smiled.

"Both my parents are gone for the day."  He said, "There's coffee for you
on the nightstand; milk and sugar.  Is that okay?"

"Great."  I sat up.  Besides the coffee were several pieces of toast with
butter and a sliced apple and strawberries.  I smiled at him.  "Yummmm."  I
asked him, "I thought you were busy today."

"Yeah, I was supposed to go to Los Angeles with my mom, but I told her that
I had company."  I guess I looked surprised.  He said, "It's cool.  She
said that she was happy to see that I was finally getting over my ex."

We had breakfast in bed.  We fell into each other's arms and quickly
started attacking each other again.  We swam in the pool, lay out in the
sun and talked.

As I dressed, getting ready to head home, we talked about getting together
again.  I told Jimmy that I was going to ask Ron if he could use me on
Saturdays and give me Mondays off.  Jimmy smiled and nodded.  He said, "So,
if you have Mondays off, then do you want to get together Sunday night,
spend the night and hang out on Monday."

My stomach churned.  "Fuck.  Yes, for sure.  That would be nice."

"What's wrong?"

"Trevor.  I have to figure out a way to explain being out all night."  We
looked at each other.  "I'll figure something out."

Jimmy asked, "Do you want to do this?"  I looked at him and nodded.  He
looked at me, shrugged and said, "It might be too hard to pull off."  He
looked disappointed.

I felt sad.  I said, "I want to do this.  I just have to figure out how."

"Maybe this is going too fast.  How about this," he said.  I felt as if I
was going to cry.  "Why don't we skip Sunday night and get together on
Monday.  We can go to the beach or we can go to the museum and lunch and
stuff."

"Don't you want to," I asked shrugging my shoulders.

"Yeah, I want to, but maybe we should take it easy.  I could get pretty
serious about you and that may make things difficult for both of us.  I
don't want to mess things up for you and Trevor, or for me."

I said, "I want us to get serious."  He looked at me.  "Fuck, I just have
to figure out what to do about Trevor."

"Okay.  That's cool.  Look let's hang out on Monday.  You figure out where
you're at with all this and Trevor.  We'll take it slow.  It'll be best for
both of us."  He stood up.  I stood up.  We hugged and then kissed.  He
walked me out to my car.

"Jimmy, this is all new and it's scary, but I want us to date, or whatever
you call it."

"Dating is good.  I want us to date, too.  I just don't want to put
pressure on you and I don't want to get caught up in a mess.  I mean, think
about it.  Last night was great, but how many times can you explain
spending the night out."

I nodded.  On the way to my apartment I cried.

[Part six, the final part of this story, will be posted on in 48 hours (it
seems to be a Nifty rule).  I hope you are enjoying the story.  Jeff]