Again, he had the thought about what it might feel like to slid into her ass.  Would it feel as good as this?  Surely, it couldn't.  The thought of him fucking Amy in the ass led him to think about Ryan fucking Patrick's ass.  Suddenly his mind was filled with the image of Ryan's sweaty body pumping rhythmically into Patrick the same was he was pumping to Amy, and that image only excited him more.  He began fucking Amy faster, harder.  Still sucking her nipples, and slid one of his hands underneath her to grab her ass cheek.  As Ryan's pace quickened, in Jacob's mind, so did his own.  Amy was now producing a constant moan.  Jacob now could see the tangled bodies of Ryan and Patrick fucking, next to him, on the bed.  So close, he could smell their musk.  As he drove himself into Amy, Ryan drove himself into Patrick.  Amy's arms wrapped around Jacob, and her nails dug deep into his back.  Patrick's arms wrapped around Ryan.  They fucked harder, faster.  His fantasy flipped, now he was fucking Ryan, and Patrick was fucking Amy.  Then it flipped again, he was the one getting fucked by Ryan.  Jacob was close, and he knew that Amy was as well.

    He pictured Ryan, his body glistening with sweat, his breath quick, his eyes closed in deep concentration.  Jacob pictured Ryan throwing back his head and yelling out as his own orgasm came.  He, Amy, and the imaginary Ryan and Patrick all came together amidst cries, yells and curse words.  Their shared orgasm seemed to last for an eternity.  Jacob continued to jerk in and out of her till he'd milk'd every last bit of cum, and every last sensation out of himself.  Amy's cries finally subsided and her grip on his back lessened.  As Jacob collapsed on top of her, he imagined Ryan collapsing on top of Patrick.  Then all four of them slipped into a kind of semi coma.

     Jacob and Amy lay still, with Jacob collapsed on top of Amy.  After a few minutes, when Amy began to regain a sense of where she was, and who she was, she placed her hands on Jacob's chest and pushed him off of her.  She pushed him to her side.  He was still recovering and offered no resistance.  Typically after an intense fuck session like this one, Jacob's euphoria would give way to sleep.  But this time, as Jacob regained awareness, he became exhilarated.  If he was surprised by the intense orgasm he had while masturbating to the video of Ryan and Patrick, this latest orgasm left him completely and utterly shocked.  Even as he realized that this fuck surpassed all others, he on some level realized that he'd barely scratched the surface.

    He'd come like never before while masturbating to the gay porn the night before.  His last orgasm was exponentially more intense.  While fucking Amy, he'd imagined Ryan fucking Patrick.  He'd imagined it so clearly that it was as if Ryan and Patrick were in the room with them, that he was Ryan fucking Patrick.  Or that he was getting fucked by Ryan.  If that was how he responded just thinking about other men, what would it be like to actually have sex with another man?

Amy, still on her back and breathing raggedly, turn to Jacob.

    "Damn!  Something really got you going!" she exclaimed.  "I’ll keep you away some nights more often."

    All Jacob could do was grin.  It was all exhilarating, exciting, and still a little scary.  But he refused to let her bother him.  He was determined to see where this road led him. He knew, without a doubt, that regardless of any response he got from the website, he was going to experience man on man sex.  No "if"s, "and"s, or "but"s about it.  He didn't think about what that meant exactly.  But a new lust had awoken and he would not stop till it was satiated. He wondered how Amy would react if he let her know what he was feeling.

    She rolled and climbed on top of him, stuck her tongue into his mouth in a deep passionate kiss, then climbed off the bed and headed for the shower.  She was never one to hang about after sex, it energized her.  He stayed still, like usual.  But unlike usual his mind was racing.

    He thought about Dave.  The guy he'd run into at the dorm showers last night.  Dave was more than eager to help when Jacob needed nude photos of himself.  He thought about their mutual masturbation session in the shower.  He remembered how Dave had given him his phone number as he was walking out.  Jacob knew Dave was the answer to how he was gonna get to experience man on man sex.  He resolved himself to call Dave later that night.

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    Jacob actually didn't call Dave that night.  He forget all about it.  Because...

    Later, after his last class when he returned to his dorm room, he received an email from the website.  As soon as he saw it sitting in his inbox, his heart started pumping.  A tingle went up his spine.  He couldn't believe that he'd gotten a reply that quickly after submitting his application to the porn site.

To: Jacob

From: George@str8collegeguys.com

Jacob,

    Thank you for your submission.  All of us here at www.str8collegeguys.com are impressed.  Your look and your physique are exactly what we're looking for.  We would love for you to come out and audition for us.  Please give me a call at your convenience.  My number is 213-555-0121.  I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

George

    Jacob read the short email over and over again.  His hands were clammy, and he couldn't stop them from shaking.  He was in borderline shock.  They wanted him!  And he couldn't fathom what that meant.  Part of him was convinced that this was all foolish, and that he'd never hear from the site.  They wanted him to audition.

    "What does that mean?" Jacob asked himself out loud.  What would he have to do?  Or was it, what would he get to do in this audition?  Despite the tremors and heart palpitations, despite the almost paralyzing fear, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the numbers on the screen.

    "Hello?", a man answered.

    "Um, hi,  Um, My name is Jacob and, um.  I, um, received an email from George..." Jacob stammered.

    "Yes, Hi Jacob.  This is George.  I am glad you called.  I was very impressed with your photos.  You've got a great body." George replied.

    "Um, thanks.  Um, yeah, um so.", Jacob still could pull himself together.  His heart was pounding so loud that he almost couldn't hear George on the phone.

    "So?  Are you going to come audition for us?" George asked.

    "Um, well.  I'm not, um, really, sure", Jacob replied.

    "Oh? Why's that?"

    "Well, I've never really, um, done, um, anything like this before"

    "Oh really?  I'm surprised.  Those photos of you in the shower, which I loved, by the way, were very well done.  I assumed you've modeled before." George could have easily been disappointment by this discovery, but was actually more excited about Jacob.  At that moment he was sitting at his desk in the back of his studio, with the photos of Jacob open on the monitor in front of him.  He would probably never admit it to Jacob, but he'd been looking at those photos for the better part of an hour now. He was captivated by Jacob; he thought Jacob had a perfectly sculpted body.  George liked a man with a swimmer's build, not so muscled that it appeared to hinder their range of motion.  Jacob had well defined pecs, shoulders, arms, abs and legs.  His muscles created ripples throughout his body, but he was still smooth.  George wanted to run his hands up and down Jacob's chest.  He looked over the shower scene photos of Jacob repetitively.  In one of those photos, Jacob was standing on a stream of steaming hot water, with his head tilted back, so that the water ran down the front of his face, dropped to his shoulders, down his chest and over his slightly plumping cock.  One hand was on his flat stomach while the other was rubbing soap across the upper right side of this chest.  George fixated on Jacob's cock and the smooth skin with a slight treasure trail leading down to it.  His own cock had been throbbing in his jeans for over 30 minutes, and he pressed it down against his leg.

    "Oh, yeah, well I, um, well I guess I had some help".  Jacob flashed to the session the night before when Dave was snapping away photos of him in the shower.

    "Yeah I gotta give it up to the photographer.  He really must have known what he was doing!"  George really had no way of knowing that the person who took these photos was a guy.  But that detail worked better in the fantasy that was building in him mind.

    "So, w-what would I need to do?" Jacob asked timidly.

    "Well.  You'd come to our studios here in L.A.  We'd talk for a little bit, first off camera, then on camera.  Then I'll ask you to strip for the camera.  So you can show off your sexy body and your sexy cock.  Then, depending on how you're feeling, on how comfortable you are, you'll decide how far to go from there.  I'd love for you to jack yourself, or let someone else jack you, in front of the camera." George explained all this as calmly and casually as he could.  He knew that virgin guys could be scared off easily.

    "Oh, you're in L.A.?", Jacob asked.

    "Yeah, where are you?" George answered.  

    "I'm in Illinois.  I couldn't possibly afford to come out to L.A.  I, um, I'm sorry for wasting your time."  Jacob was somewhat dejected, but a little bit relieved.  It never occurred to him that the site's home would be far away, and that auditioning meant traveling.

    "Well, hang on.  We're not done yet.  I'd pay the airfare, round trip." George quickly added in.

    "Oh, really?  Wow!" Jacob was astonished.

    George didn't always pay for prospective models to fly out for their audition.  But for a select few, those he couldn't possibly pass up, he had no problem going the extra mile.  If it all worked out, and he was sure that it would for Jacob, then George and the site would make more than enough to cover the costs.

    "I don't know what to say." said Jacob.

    "Just say, 'Yes'", George replied.

    "Um, okay.  Yes." Jacob had absolutely no idea what he was getting into.  His heart was pounding harder than ever.

    "Great.  When do you want to do it?" George asked.

    Jacob could barely think.  He was reeling.  He managed to collect himself enough to remember that he had a break coming up in a couple of weeks.  He gave the dates to George, along with his phone number and address.

    "We're all set then.  And, Jacob," George quieted himself and got serious, "I know that this must be a least a little scary for you.  If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to give me a call.  This is my private cell number.  I assure you that I will not ask you to do anything that you are not comfortable with.  My offer to pay for your airfare has no strings and no expectations.  If you get out here and you are unable to be on camera, so be it.  Then you'll have a free trip to sunny southern California.  No questions, no problems.  Ok?  I don't want you to worry.".  George was trying to be as compassionate and sympathetic as possible.  It did reassure Jacob.  "One more question?  Are you a member of my site?".

    "Oh uh, actually, no", Jacob felt a little embarrassed.

    "That's okay, I am going to set you up with a membership.  I want you to browse the site some before you fly out here.  Especially, look at some of the "behind the scenes" videos.  You will get a better idea of what we're all about.  If you have any questions about what you see, call me!  ok?"

    "Okay", Jacob replied.  "Alright, I guess I will talk to you soon".

    "Thank you Jacob, I look forward to meeting you in person." George replied, and he hung up.

    George sat back in his chair.  His cock was still straining against his pant leg.  His own heart was pounding a little.  His perfect specimen was coming out to meet him.  George didn't get excited about prospects very often, any more.  But Jacob got him all riled up and not just sexually.  He continued to stare at the photo on his screen.  Periodically his clicked back and forth between the other couple of photos that Jacob has sent in, but he always landed back at the one with Jacob's head back under the spray of water.  He pressed his hand against his cock again.  It was aching for attention.  He had never gotten this worked up over a new model since he had first auditioned Ryan.

    Ryan was George's favorite, and the favorite of most of the site's members.  He had a lot of fans.  And why shouldn't he?  He was like an adonis.  He was well built, well defined, with black hair and icy blue eyes.  George imagined filming a scene with Ryan and this new dream, Jacob.  He was about to pull his cock out of his jeans when the door to his office opened up.

    "George, are you in here?", it was Ryan, speak of the devil.

    "Yeah, come on in." George replied.

    Ryan walked in and closed the door behind him.  "Whatch'ya doin?" he asked nonchalantly.

    "I just got off the phone with a new prospect.  Take a look."  George swung the monitor around so that Ryan could see.

    "Nice! What's his name?" Ryan asked.

    "Jacob"

    "Is Jacob coming out?"

    "Yes, in a couple of weeks"

    "Awesome!  Will I get to meet him?"  Ryan walked around to George's side of the desk and sat on the edge of it.

    "I can't imagine anyone better suited.  What are you doing here anyways?" George asked.

    "Oh, my girlfriend cancelled on me, so I thought I would stop by to see what's going on here."

    "Oh she cancelled, heh?, guess that means no action for you tonight."

    "Well that depends on what's going on here!" Ryan replied, with a devilish grin that already melted George.  Ryan wasn't exactly gay, he was opportunistic.  George leaned back in his chair and stared up at Ryan.  He counted himself one of the luckiest men in L.A.  Ryan could help but to notice George's raging hard on as George lifted his arms and rested them behind his head.  Without letting on to what he was about to do, his shucked his shoe off one of his feet and rested it in George's groin.  He used his toes to gently message George's cock.  George groaned.  Ryan smiled.

    "Wow, this Jacob guy has really got you horny!  Should I be jealous?  I know that I am your favorite!"  Ryan humored.

    It was too much.  The photo of Jacob was still on his monitor, the same photo that he drooled over for the last hour.  And Ryan was sitting on his desk in front of him, with his foot on George's cock.  George had a rule about messing around with his models.  But, every once in a while, he couldn't restrain himself.

    In one swift motion he stood up and pulled Ryan off the desk to him.  He locked his mouth over Ryan's as he undid the buttons of Ryan's pants.  When the zipper was down, he reached in and grabbed Ryan's dick.  It was hot, almost burning.  It was solid.  And it was throbbing.  George pushed down Ryan's pants and boxers to his ankles and got on his own knees.  He swallowed Ryan's cock in one gulp.  He licked the base of the cock with his tongue while the head filled and clogged his throat.  When he thought he might pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled back off the magnificent cock to take a breath.  It was then that he realized that Ryan was moaning, muttering under his breath.

    "Oh yeah, fuck yeah.  Take my cock, take it all."

    George thought that it was cute that Ryan liked to talk dirty.  But didn't give it much more thought as he wrapped his lips around the long thick shaft again.  He reached down and undid his own jeans.  He struggled, but finally got his own cock free, without missing a beat on Ryan's cock.  He continued to suck as if it were the only thing keeping him alive, as he stroked his own cock.

    Ryan discovered that George's cock was now free.  He twisted and turned, and lowered himself down till he was flat on his back with George laying the opposite way on top of him.  George didn't let up on Ryan's cock, and now Ryan could easily reach George's cock.  First he sniffed down the side of the shaft, then licked his way back up to the head.  He then took the head inside his mouth and swirled his tongue around the rim.  He kept up the swirling until George bucked, which drove the cock deep into Ryan's mouth.  That was his queue.  He swallowed the large cock whole, much the same was his own was swallowed by George.  Both sucked, in the 69 position, for what seemed like endless hours.  However, only a few moments later, Ryan felt the familiar sensation building in his balls.  He was determined to make George cum first.  He wanted to beat the master at his own game.  He doubled his efforts, pulling out every trick he knew.  He bobbed his up and down, using his lips, tongue and throat to stroke the entire length of George's cock.  Then he grabbed it tightly with his right hand and gave a few quick tugs.  Then he took it back into his mouth to repeat.  Ryan took every opportunity to swirl his tongue around the head and along the underside of the shaft.  He saw George's balls pull up close to the base of his dick.  His own orgasm was only a few more strokes away.  George began bucking again.  Ryan let him fuck his mouth.  Both of their orgasm began to erupt simultaneously.  As Ryan's mouth filled with George's spunk, his felt George swallow every stream of cum that he shot into his mouth.  Ryan tried to swallow it all, but it was too much.  Some of the creamy milk spilled out and dripped down the side of George's cock.

    Ryan rolled off the side of George, out of breath and his heart racing.  A blow job by another man beat one from his girlfriend any day of the week.