Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 09:06:55 -0700
From: Northern Light <northernlight1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shallow End, Ch. 7

(This installment follows six previously posted. Not a bad idea to read them
in sequence. All comments gratefully received and replied to at
northernlight1@hotmail.com)

Rick had been producing his erotic films for some time, given the sizable
DVD library he had brought in a knapsack. No wonder the guy had more money
than a developing country.

We had drained nearly three bottles of wine in the few hours since he had
come like a geyser, and the alcohol, summer heat and thoughts of what was
developing had left us relaxed and more than a little buzzed.

Gord and I sat back on the sofa as Rick slipped a disk into the player and
we absorbed one astonishingly arousing scene after another. He screened
segments of a half-dozen of his films, and Gord starred prominently in two.

I hadn't a clue where Rick had found these actors. Until this day, I didn't
know that the male body could affect me like this. But now here I was, in my
living room with two naked men whom I had gotten to know in the most
intimate way, and I was living out an incredible fantasy.

Rick lay on his side in front of the TV with one leg up, bent at the knee.
Not by accident, he afforded us the most remarkable view of his shaved
balls. I knew there was more of his thick cream brewing at this instant, and
I felt a stirring just at the thought.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gord spying me, my cock almost dormant in
my lap. He was playing with himself, absently.

Our gaze moved from the TV to Rick's loose balls and back to the
large-screen set, to the near lifesize men stripping down before us. Their
physiques were not chiseled, but perfectly toned. They were hung, and they
knew how to use what hung, or stood thick and long and very proud, below
their waists.

We watched as they played, stroked, sucked and thrust, their heat building
until they came with great force onto each other's bodies. Rick knew the
"money shot" sold films, and he didn't let one orgasm go unseen.

Then he popped in "Garden Party", which turned out to be little more than a
fantastic tangle of limbs and hard cocks, probably eight or 10 guys in a
private yard getting their rocks off in every conceivable way.

"Oh my God..." Gord murmured. "It's Bobby and Don."

Now he wasn't playing absently. He was moving with serious intent, taking
long, full strokes, and his cock was quickly growing in his fist. He needed
to be fucked, in the worst way.

He repeated: "it's Bobby and Don."

The names meant nothing to me, but they clearly had sent Gord's blood
rushing to his groin.

"C'mere, Rick," he moaned, slipping to the floor onto all fours, and his
friend crawled over. Rick was fully, gloriously erect, and he licked his
palm and took a few strokes until he was shiny and slick.

"In the bag," Rick said to me.

I moved quickly to his knapsack and pulled out his digital movie camera, and
he took it almost frantically from me.

"Here: Focus. Zoom. Start. Stop."

I nodded, and looked back quickly to the TV. A tremendously fit man with an
impossibly large cock was pushing insistently into a tight, welcoming ass,
pulling back almost completely before plunging deep again. He must have been
almost 10 inches in length, and nearly thick enough to split a man apart.

The angle shifted to better show the man on all fours, and his cock was
practically scraping the ground. He was just as gifted ... at least.

Bobby. And Don. Guys that Gord knew from the film business, but hadn't
gotten to know, at least not as he wanted.

I was still buzzed from the wine, but I was sharp enough to work Rick's
camera, and focused on Gord as Rick moved behind him. From this angle, I'd
be shooting them and the couple on the screen.

My friends were seasoned pros. With one swift, clean thrust, Rick bore deep
into Gord.

"They're on their way over, Gord," Rick said. "They're the guys I called.
You've always told me you wanted Bobby. Well, he's coming. And so is Don."

There was a strange harshness in Rick's voice, but there was nothing cruel
about it. He knew what turned Gord on, and this was it.

Gord was grunting, fighting for breath, when Rick suddenly pulled out with a
loud pop. I zoomed in tight as he spanked Gord's ass with his inflamed cock,
then panned up to Rick's face. He was nodding to the door as I hit Stop, and
now here stood Bobby and Don, the two we were watching on TV.

They seemed very pleased by what they were seeing: they were fucking on the
large screen, and three naked men were sprawled about before them. They said
nothing as we watched them undress. I don't know about my friends, but the
sight of them when they stepped out of their briefs and moved toward us
nearly stopped my heart.

"Don?" I said, offering my hand in greeting. But it wasn't his hand I shook.

(to be continued)