Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2024 07:36:02 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 200b

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews



Chapter 200 – Part Two

Day Five - Thursday

Thursday started like all the others...so early that the birds complained
we were disturbing their sleep.

"Looks like we are off set early today," I said noting my call times.

"We all are," Blake said.  "It sucks."

"Why does it suck?" I asked.

"The only reason we have to leave set is that all the girls are doing all
their locker and shower scenes, right after our locker room scenes, so all
the boys are banned from set.  It's a closed set with minimum crew."

"How do they do that with the main female characters?  With the boys, they
could film right down to the waist and with extras in the background, it
would be easy to assume everyone was naked."

"Girls are filmed up closer," J.P. explained.  "They also film from the
back, and go lower like they do with the guys.  Extras will be naked in the
background just like the guys, so that's why we're all banned from set
until they're done."

"What's with the second call time for 5pm?"  I asked.

"It's party time," Blake grinned.  "This is the party that Crash is
throwing.  That's why I don't understand why we're all being banned from
the set.  I mean at the party we're gonna see lots of girls naked."

"Are we though?"  J.P. asked.  "I have a feeling it'll be well
choreographed to avoid anyone seeing anything they're not age appropriate
for.  How are you even at this party since your character is only 13?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm crashing it.  My script says Duane busts in on Scott
hooking up with Becky.  Gotta be seeing some boobs there," Blake reasoned.

"Probably not," `Marvin' said quickly.  "You'll likely bust in on an empty
room shot from different angles, and by the time you're included in the
scene, they'll have covered up."

"Wait!  Hold up," I said quickly.  "The guy I've been hitting on is now
hooking up with a girl.  That two-timing hussy.  He's gonna be my
boyfriend."

"SHUT UP Keith.  Scott's not gay!"  Blake said as Duane, and then gave a
playful tackle.

`Marvin' laughed as he and Garren watched us.  Garren still appeared to be
in his quiet mood, so I hope he's actually alright.  He probably just needs
a good poop.  That always makes me feel better.

"Boys, boys.  There's enough of me for everyone," `Marvin' said moving in
to stop us.  "Duane, I know you're just jealous.  How about I take you both
back to my room so we can resolve this?  If you've never been with a guy,
how do you know you won't enjoy it?"

Blake, looked at `Marvin' with a grin.  "Good point bro.  Never thought of
it like that.  Maybe you could both show me.  But don't hold back.  Really
pound me, so I get the full experience."

Garren shook his head.  "I have a feeling on-screen Duane may not be that
easy to convert."

"Probably," Blake nodded, "but off-screen Duane is horny as fuck right
now."

The car arrived, and we were off for another day of fun and adventure.
Mostly standing around type of fun and adventure.  As we watched things
being prepared for the first scene of the day, J.P. came over to Jason and
I.

"Hey, I was talking to the director and he wanted to know if we should put
your names in the opening credits as guest stars, or bury them in the
closing credits?  Up until now it's only been my name, but since you're
actually acting in this episode, you get credited."

"Pass.  I can't speak for Jason, but I don't need my name on this.  We're
just doing it to help out and make your role more interesting to the fans.
I say leave us off completely."

"Agreed," Jason nodded.  "Plus isn't that going to be even more confusing?
You're Pelletier and we're `Masters'.  Try explaining that story to the
press and make it sound believable, or not turn into its own documentary,
especially when you become super famous."

"I was thinking about that.  What if I change my stage name to
J.P. Pelletier-Masters?  Would sure eliminate having to explain our origin
story."

"What would your mom say about that?" I asked.  "I mean Mary is a
Pelletier.  Wouldn't it be sort of an insult to change?"

"We actually talked about that a while ago.  Not for the acting thing, but
the triplet thing.  She asked if I was finding it difficult to explain why
we had different last names, so it's something I've thought about.  Would
you guys be okay if I did change my name?  I was thinking maybe along the
same lines as Blake.  He's a Worthington-Masters, I could legally be a
Pelletier-Masters."

"I mean it'd be awesome for all of us to have the same name, but don't do
it because of our past."

"No, I wouldn't.  I mean when we go anywhere together, people assume I'm a
Masters anyway, and mostly I never correct them."

"Well it's up to you, but we're cool the way it is," Jason told him, and I
agreed.  "Make sure you tell the director that we don't want listing on the
credits.  Keep the fan base guessing."

"I'll let the director know," he said before taking off.

"I think it would be cool having J.P. as a Masters," I admitted.

"Me too," Jason agreed, "but I'm just as cool having him remain a
Pelletier."

"True.  Whatever he decides, I'm in agreement."

"Oh yeah, what if he decides that we should all become Pelletier-Masters?"

"Then hey, it was fun while it lasted.  I'm fine going back to being
twins," I joked.

Jason rolled his eyes.  "That's what I thought."

We were still sitting together watching them change up and prepare for the
next scene, when the main producer and J.P. walked up to us.

"Guys, J.P. told me what you said about being listed on the credits.  I
respect that you're doing it for J.P., but we really want to capitalize
more on the triplet hook this season.  It got a lot of buzz last year, so I
was sort of thinking that maybe for the first episode of the new season,
make a big deal out of you being here by listing you as special guest
stars.  J.P. is changing his name to Pelletier-Masters, so having you on
the credits as well is going to really get social media talking.  After
that, we'll simply list you on the end credits with your character names to
keep it consistent."

"Fine by me.  We don't really want to be credited, but whatever you think
will work to keep the show interesting and relevant," I shrugged.  Jason
also agreed with it.

"Good.  Good.  With the photo shoot and the marketing, I think we really
can ramp this up.  You'll be on every billboard and bus in the country by
the time we're done.  If the show gets enough buzz, we'll send the three of
you on the talk show circuit.  From Good Morning America to The Tonight
Show.  Maybe even hit the British market with Graham Norton.  You'll have
millions of fans trying to get a piece of you.  You'll have more girls
after you than you could handle.  I'll let post production know," he said
as he thanked us and took off.

"Just one girl is more than I could handle," I admitted to the guys.

"Yeah, but just think about the guys that will want to rip your clothes off
when they find out that you're Keith," Jason teased.  "Wouldn't that be
worth your name in the credits?"

"Mmmm...maybe put my name first on the credits then.  Justin Masters guest
starring in `Blurred Lines' and then the rest of the opening credits roll.
Yeah, I think I'll let post production know," I said looking up as if
visualizing it in my head.

"And it begins," Jason laughed with J.P. agreeing with him.

"Hey, I was thinking..."  I said to the two of them.

"Oh shit.  That's never a good thing," J.P. said quickly.  I gave him the
finger.

"If you change to a hyphenated name and you marry some guy with a
hyphenated name like Abernathy-Hollingsworth.  You'd be Jean Paul
Pelletier-Masters-Abernathy-Hollingsworth."

"At that point, I'd just change my name to a symbol to be easier,"
J.P. replied.  "Gotta get back to set.  Looks like they're ready."

"Where do you come up with stuff like that?" Jason asked.  "I think you
chose the wrong profession.  You shouldn't have become a professional
psychologist; you should have become a professional patient."

"Hey, if I don't use my imagination for things, then all that I'm left with
is a great body and a world class sex drive," I replied as I stared at him.

"Despite you possibly being clinically insane, I still love you, bro."

"Thanks, same... I love me too," I chuckled.

The set had been prepared the way they wanted it, and to anyone watching,
it looked like a typical locker room after being used by a group of boys.
Towels and clothes lying around, a couple lockers open, or partially open.
Things that looked random, but really weren't as the set decorators had
been meticulous.  The extras were gathered off to the side, being given
final directions on how the scene would flow.  I'm gathering from the look
of it, and the fact that everyone was back in the dirty football uniforms,
that this scene was supposed to be right after the football field scenes.

Once they were ready, and had done a fast walk through of the scene, the
entire football team was sprayed down with water to ensure they looked as
wet as when they'd left the field.  I think they call this continuity.  I
hope it's warm water in the showers, or you're gonna have some really
uncomfortable actors.

"I want to see enthusiasm and excitement," the director announced as he
took his seat in preparation for the day to get underway.  "This was your
first win against a tough team.  Let's keep that going right through into
the showers.  This is a continuous shot, so let's make it count.  You each
have your marks that we've been over with you.  Let's see if you can hit
them first time so you're not in the shower for hours.  Extras, you're in
first.  Go right to your marks at the back, leaving the front showers for
the main dialogue."

This is the one that I'd been excited about when I read it, for the most
obvious of reasons.  Additionally, I wondered if they actually showered,
and if so, were they using warm water, or cold so it wouldn't steam up the
set.  It's the same when I see actors eating onscreen.  Are they actually
doing it, or is it faked too?  Even after my first scene, I wasn't any
wiser on that since J.P. had real orange juice and we had prop juice.
J.P. told me once that if they ever gave you ice cream on set, not to eat
it as it was likely mashed potatoes.  Could you imagine that surprise?
Yuck.

Everyone was at the back of the locker room as if they were just entering.
"Action".  They all immediately became excited as they talked to each
other.  I'm not sure if they were just winging it, or if they had actual
lines, but I'm assuming it was all just random, as all the script said was
`team enters locker room enthusiastically'.  Maybe the background actors
got different scripts with actual words on it, but they weren't actually
talking, just lip syncing.

The first few, which were the extras, quickly split off to the sides,
leaving the focus on the main characters as the cameras followed them.  It
was the guy with a camera strapped to his chest on a harness that was the
most interesting.  He had crew behind him.  One was moving the cables back
so he didn't trip over them, while another was guiding him with a hand on
his shoulder.  Maybe that's the guy they call the `grip' because he grips
the cameraman to ensure he doesn't fall.  Wonder if they call the guy with
the wires, the cable guy.  Although they probably had some fancier title,
like Electrical Service Corridor Placement Officer.  Maybe they just call
him Wires.

As the cast talked about the game, the uniforms were coming off exposing
just how dirty the guys really were.  It was funny to see faces and hands
really dirty, while areas protected by layers of clothes were still clean.
Wonder how long that took in makeup.  Was it makeup, or did they just smear
the guys in actual mud?  Many of them had mud on stomach and backs, and
lower legs, but not on thighs.  I guess different materials let in more
dirt than others.

I watched the difference in how the scene progressed.  Lots of extras in
the background got completely naked, before grabbing towels from lockers,
and heading to the showers.  The main characters stripped only to their
jock strap, which still exposed their asses, but from what I was seeing on
the monitor, the camera only got some side butt shots, whereas the rest of
us could see full butt.  No `buts' from me about this scene.  Then they
bent over slightly, acting as if they were removing the jocks before
wrapping in a towel and heading to the showers.

As the filming moved into the shower area, the extras were showering for
real.  I found out later that the water was only barely warm so as to avoid
steam getting onto the cameras and fogging up lenses.  Figured it'd be
something like that.  The main guys deliberately hung up their towels, and
moved to the shower to continue dialogue.  I'm guessing they focused on the
towels to give viewers the belief that all of them were now naked.  The
team washed off the dirt, and talked excitedly about their win.  There were
three cameras in the showers with them, but well off to the side so they
wouldn't get wet.  I'm assuming they did this so they wouldn't have to
reset for multiple takes.

At one point, Scott reached over with the soap to wash Crash's back, and he
jumped a mile.  "What the fuck, dude?"  He snapped at Scott.

"Calm down.  Your back is dirty.  Clean it yourself then, asshole," Scott
snapped back.

"Wasn't expecting that, is all," Crash said returning to normal.  "Just
that issue last year and all."

"That issue?" Scott snapped.  "The issue where you were all calling me a
fag because of some rumour that one of our rivals spread?  They really did
a number on you guys didn't they.  Dude, if I were gay, don't you think
you'd have known it by now considering how many times we've hit the
showers?  Anyway, if I were gay, what the hell makes you think I'd go for
you?  You wouldn't exactly get my dick hard."  The camera caught Crash
looking down at Scott as if he were still naked.

"Why?  What's wrong with me?" Crash asked, sounding insulted.

Scott just laughed.  "Oh, it's such a long list.  But since I'm straight,
it's really a moot point anyway

"Makes sense.  Yeah, it was stupid shit for sure.  Just hyper sensitive
right now.  Got a lot on my mind."

"Anything I can help with?"

"Not really.  I don't wanna get you involved.  Already got myself into a
mess.  I don't need to drag anyone else with me."

"We're friends, so whatever you need, let me know and I'm here for you.
Except if you need your dick sucking.  Not doing that.  Rumour or no
rumour."

"Shut up," he said as they finished showering.

The dialogue went on for a while until the director called cut, and told
everyone to stay where they were.  Wardrobe moved in and held towels up
around the regulars, and guest stars, as they got out of their jock straps,
leaving them in only privacy socks.  Now, this is getting good.  Every one
of them had a covering over their penis and testicles.  Best way to
describe them would be flesh coloured cloth shower caps, penis sized.

Once makeup and wardrobe ensured everything was the way they wanted, things
resumed.  They filmed a couple of minutes from different angles.  The whole
time, the extras had remained naked in the background.  Seems no one cares
about whether their junk is exposed or not.  I guess the extras get a raw
deal...no pun intended.

The cameras pulled back a little to show the extras filing past slowly and
randomly.  Once they were out of sight of the cameras, they were given
towels and a warm robe.  Only a few minutes after, the main cast were
finishing their showers and grabbing towels off the hook as they exited.  A
few more scenes were done with extras in the background getting dressed,
while the main focus was on the main cast talking about random shit.

Personally, I think we should have another take, but only with a few select
extras.  I'd already made a list, although I could only put down things
like blond extra with hoop earring.  Long brown hair extra with right
shoulder tattoo of an anime superhero?  Black guy with butt dimples.
North.  Things like that.

North had taken off quickly, as had many of the other extras, but my sights
were set on someone I'd noticed right away.  I made a beeline for him as
soon as the filming was done.

The guy was about my height, but much more solidly built, as you'd expect
from a football player.  I placed him at around 19 or 20, with long brown
hair and brown eyes.  What made him go to the top of my list was the
rainbow-coloured tattoo.

"Great ink on your hip," I said as I approached him.  "Justin."

He looked around nervously.  "You know I'm an extra, right?"

"Sure.  Why?"

"We're not allowed to talk to actors or we could get fired," he said,
repeating what North had told me.

"I think that only applies if you initiate the conversation.  Not sure it
makes sense If I'm the one talking to you.  I'd make sure you weren't
fired.  So, what's your name?"

"Anthony," he replied.

"What's the tattoo?" I asked looking down at his covered leg.

He pulled the side of his robe open to show me.  "It's the mountains and
the ocean," he said noting the mountains on the left and a crashing wave on
the right of a pyramid design.  The mountain was in black ink and the wave
in the rainbow colours.  "It suits who I am as a person.  I like
mountaineering and surfing."

"I like how it has the cold reality of the mountains; against the colourful
rainbow you might experience on the water."

"Again, it just represents who I am," he said as he refastened his robe.
"Aren't you one of the main characters?"  He asked looking me over.

"That'd be my brother.  He usually plays all three roles.  Jason and I just
show up for scenes where it's just easier to have us on set together."

"Which character is yours?"

"Keith.  The gay one," I replied.

"And are you?  Gay?"  he asked bluntly.

"In real life?"

He nodded.

"Yep.  That's why acting seems so easy," I laughed.  "Basically, show up as
myself.  A gay triplet.  Not really a stretch of my acting skills...of
which I have none."

"I've seen the show from last season.  Did you do any of the scenes in
that?"

"No, J.P. did them all.  I think they asked us to do some this year as they
want to make it try and make it more obvious that we're actually triplets,
and not one actor playing all roles.  Weird I know, considering it IS one
actor playing all roles, despite us being actual triplets.  Hollywood," I
said shaking my head.

"Are your other brothers gay, or are they straight, like their characters?"

"You'd have to ask them," I replied not sure what I should be revealing
here on set.  If he was at home with me, we'd give him a Triple J'ing and
see if that answered his question.  Triple J'ing?  I'm trying it out to see
if it flies or not.  How about a TJ slam?  Best cure for a headache?  A T3!
I'll test out a few see what I like the best.  Once I add the secret
handshake, we can start a cult or something.

"Do you have plans after this?"

"Not until the call back at 5 for the party scene.  Are you in that one?" I
inquired.

"Yeah.  We'll be part of the rowdy jocks around the pool," he revealed.
"What are you guys doing?"

"All I know is I have to walk through and act as if I know everyone.  I
think the idea is that Kriss is at the party, but his brothers end up there
too.  Not sure if it's deliberate or accidental."

"Does one of you end up in the pool?"

"I think the character Kevin ends up in there with a girl.  Jason plays
Kevin," I explained.  "My character tries to get Scott away from Becky, but
as Kriss, not as Keith."

"Fuck, I don't know who's writing this stuff, but either he's really stoned
a lot, or a mad genius."

"I'm gonna go with stoned.  I have no idea what any of this is about," I
said honestly.

"Me neither.  I guess we all have to wait until the final cut is done.  Why
are you on set now if you aren't actually doing a scene?"

"I like watching how things are done.  What's real and what isn't.  Guess I
now know what shower scenes are like.  I'm still going with the fantasy
that everyone gets to see the main characters naked though."

"Makes sense.  I was like that at first, now I'm just looking to move from
extra to more main stream things."

"Guess extras are just thrown in there as filler, huh?"

"Yeah, but without us, the scenes would look pretty flat and boring half
the time.  I have learned to master my speaking without talking though," he
laughed.

"I've seen that," I nodded.  "I'd probably not have any idea what to say
while pretending to carry on a conversation."

"You pick it up pretty fast."

"Do you have to do lots of nude scenes like today?"  I asked trying to move
to something more interesting.

"No, but it happens.  If they are looking for some sort of nudity, usually
it's the extras that are given those roles.  More established actors
minimize their exposure...so to speak."

"I think all actors should do nudity...well all cute actors, anyway," I
said grinning.

"I'd agree with that," he nodded.  "You feel like hanging out for a bit
before your shoot?  I live nearby and we could maybe act out a few shower
scenes together.  I can't hang out with you on set.  Just another one of
those rules."

"Stupid rules, but I guess they have them for a reason.  Would you like to
do the shower scenes as extras, or main cast?"  I smirked.

"You choose, but the steamy night scene would be as extras," he said as he
let his robe fall open.  I had no choice but to take a closer look at him.
I was ready to practice my lines.  I wonder if Mmmmhmmm, gurgle, slurp,
would translate well onto a written script.

"I'd love to hang out, just as soon as I see the next scene.  At least the
first take."

He got dressed, and said he'd wait for me in the holding room.  I felt a
little bad that he couldn't stay and watch, but thems the rules.  I moved
to the next set, which was ready to go.  This time it was Crash/Thad and
Farris/Garren in the locker room together, with Duane standing guard.  On
action, Farris grabbed Crash and slammed him up against the wall, grabbing
him by the throat.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stop sampling the product,
Crash?  You now owe me $2700 and the juice is flowing."  He punched him in
the stomach, which on camera would probably look real, but from where I was
watching, they never even made contact.  Crash doubled over and went down.
"You have until Sunday to get me my money, or I'm coming back."

"How can I get $2700 by Sunday.  Give me more time, Farris, please," he
begged.

"You had enough time.  Sunday," he barked as he kneed Crash in the head.
Again, totally faked.  Crash went back hard against the wall.  Not sure
that looked as fake.

"Where am I gonna get that kind of money by Sunday?"

"Sound like a you problem," Farris snapped.  "Go downtown and sell your ass
for all I care.  Although looking at you, you'd have to pay them to take
it."  He walked toward the door where Duane was standing and grabbed him,
pulling his shirt off forcefully.  "Sell this bitch.  He might be good for
a few bucks."

Blake did a good job of acting scared, while trying look tough at the same
time.

"If you don't come up with the money, I'll know someone who'd enjoy your
asses.  Maybe I'll sell both of you myself."  He left the locker room, and
Duane watched him disappear before rushing to help Crash.

He got him to onto one of the benches.  "Is he serious, Crash?  How are you
gonna get the money?"

"I have no idea, dude.  I could just run."

"Was he serious about selling us?"  Duane asked sounding terrified.

"Probably.  But if I'm gone, it's not about you.  He only said that because
he knows we're friends.  If I'm not here, he'd have no reason to hurt you."

"Are you sure?"

"No, but it's me who deals for him, not you.  Shit, I'm not even sure I'd
make enough money even if I did sell myself downtown."

"What's that mean?  Sell yourself?  Like to do chores and shit?"  He asked
like a typical 13-year-old.

"No, it means to sell your body for sex," he clarified.

"You mean like a hooker?  You could make money having sex with girls?
Okay, I'll help," he said brightening up.

"Sorry dude.  The only people who'd pay to have sex with us would be old
men.  Never gonna happen, and even if I were that desperate, there's no way
I could make the money by Sunday."

"I'm not doing no homo shit.  If he tries to sell me to do that, I'll kill
him," Duane snapped quickly, then stepped back and paused as he stared at
Crash.  "Wait, I have an idea.  It's a long shot, but I'll check anyway.
Meanwhile, you gotta go sell more drugs or something.  Jack up the price
five bucks and work day and night until Sunday.  Maybe give me some, and
I'll try and sell to my friends.  No way I'm getting sold."

The scene ended and after a couple more takes, they were done.  The locker
room scenes were complete and we were moving off to something else next.

"That was a great scene, Blake," I told him.  "That was so believable.
Make sure you let me know when the scene is of you getting sold.  I can
throw in a couple hundred bucks to watch some guy take your tight little
ass."

He laughed.  "If it were for real, I'd throw in cash myself.  As long as
the guys were cute and not in their 70's or something.  Duane probably
would kill Farris before he allowed that to happen though."

"What's his plan?" I asked.

Blake just shrugged.  "No idea.  Haven't gotten that script yet."

The main actors were sent for makeup and outfits, while the second team and
crew prepared the next set.

They were continuing to do more in the locker room set.  Some looked like
fast scenes of guys in the bathroom, or finishing up a shower as others
changed.  I'm guessing they just slot those into the story somewhere.

Blake wandered up to me and looked exhausted.

"You okay?"  I inquired.

"Yeah.  It's just a bit draining being Duane.  I like playing the
character, but I hate what he's like.  Once this airs, I'm really going to
have to do some work to make sure people know I'm not like this for real.
Girls and gay guys will hate me, and I'll get invitations to join a Neo
Nazi breeders club."

"Not sure that's a club," I said trying to be helpful.  I'm not sure it's
not a club either though.  "Like we said before, just get your social media
enhanced before the first episode.  Show behind the scenes shots of you
getting along with those your character hates.  Your YouTube videos should
show more of the real you as well."

I put my arm around his shoulder, and being that he's still a kid, he
leaned in to accept the comforting embrace.  "Blake, I honestly have no
idea what this show is about, except that it's called `Blurred Lines'.
Seems like its sort of a cross between Gossip Girl, Riverdale, and the new
Degrassi.  However, if I can extrapolate from last season, it would seem to
focus on right and wrong and how to deal with it.  I guess meaning that
life isn't always a clear choice.  I have a feeling that as the season
progresses, you might find that some of this works itself out.  Either your
character is going down the dark path of drugs, rape, and bigotry, or
you'll take the side of enlightenment and stick up for decency."

"I hope I'm a bad-ass but not a psychopath.  I think I'd like my character
to be the cool kid at school, but one that everyone fears.  Maybe he sticks
up for some kids that he feels are unfairly being attacked, using his
reputation to ensure compliance.  I guess I have to wait and see where the
writers take it."

"I guess we all will.  I'm hoping my character gets to do the football
team.  I'll just throw that out there."

Blake laughed.  "Dad, why do I get the suspicion that you're gonna do the
football team anyway?  Script or no script."

He wasn't wrong.  Acting is pretty easy when you basically just have to be
yourself.

The second the cast was dismissed and the scene was complete, I went to the
extras holding room and found Andrew...what?...oh Anthony...sorry.  Who
cares what their name is?  I'm going for sex, not a trivia quiz show.

We went to his car and drove to his place, which as he'd mentioned was only
a few blocks away.  It was an average one-bedroom apartment, like most guys
have starting out.

"Sorry we didn't mean to interrupt anything," Anthony said as we entered
his apartment and scared a guy on his couch apparently entertaining himself
while he played video games.  "This is Justin.  This is my roommate Cal.
We're gonna hang out in the bedroom for a bit."

"Sure.  Whatever," Cal replied as if this were a regular occurrence.

"Nice to meet you," I said politely.

"Hey," he nodded towards me, as Anthony sat down beside him.

"You want some help with that?"  Anthony asked, reaching over to grab hold
of the protruding bulge in Cal's underwear.

"Sure," he replied.  Don't you hate chatty and excitable roommates?

Anthony dropped to his knees and fished Cal's cock out of his underwear.
"Come help me with it," he said motioning me to join him.  "He's a lot
quieter when he's not horny."

This is him being noisy?  I've heard corpses make more noise, but I wasn't
complaining.  I went to the other side and dropped to my knees as Anthony
shucked Cal's underwear down, and spread his legs open.  He went down on
him quickly, and reached up to pull my head in to share.  Both of us blew
him for a couple minutes before Cal's tirade to let us know he was about to
finish.

"Cumming," he said as he tensed up.

"You want it?" Anthony asked pushing Cal's cock over towards me.

"You go ahead," I said politely, not wanting to deprive my host of his
earned reward.

"Hurry," Cal said as he thrust his hip up off the couch slightly.  Anthony
dropped his mouth around the shaft and began stroking it firmly.  Cal
grunted loudly.  I could almost hear the gulping going on beside me, and
just sat waiting until it was over.  As soon as Anthony sat back, Cal
leaned down and pulled his underwear up.  "Thanks," he said quietly as he
returned to full concentration on his game.  Anthony and I went to his
bedroom.

"That's the right type of roommate.  Is he just a roommate, or a
boyfriend?"  I inquired.

"Roommate.  Cal and I have known each other since we were 12.  We basically
learned about sex together, then he went down the straight path, and I took
the gay one."

"Seems like you're still getting some benefits out of it," I said as we
took off our clothes and got onto the bed.  There was zero pretense about
why we were here.

"Yeah.  It's a good deal for both of us.  When he's between girlfriends, I
get the benefit of him being horny, and with me being a bottom, it makes it
easy.  He loves to fuck, and I love getting fucked, so seems like a win
win."

"Is that all you do together?  You suck his dick and he fucks you?"

"Sexually?  Yeah, that's it.  He regularly gets horny in the middle of the
night and slides into me so he can get back to sleep."

"Nice," I grinned.  "Have you ever done it the other way around, where you
get to fuck him?"

"No.  I mean we did it twice.  Once when we were around 14, and really
trying to figure sex out.  I think that set up our true preferences.  We
only did it like that one other time after that.  He'd gone through a rough
breakup with a girl and said he was finished with chicks.  He got a little
wasted and insisted he and I would be better together than any girl.  We
had an entire night of flip flop sex, and by morning he'd decided girls
were okay again."

I snorted a laugh.  "I'm not sure if that's tragic or funny."

"True, right?  But to be fair, I wouldn't want Cal as a boyfriend.  What we
have is ideal, and we stay best friends without the complications of a
romantic relationship."

"Does he sleep on the couch or in here?"

"No, we sleep in here, sharing the bed.  I mean it's pretty tough to afford
an apartment by yourself, so we share expenses."

"I hear you.  I share with several guys myself," I said, technically
telling him the truth, and just leaving out any specifics.  "This deal
seems pretty sweet.  How often does he fuck you?"

"Pretty much every night.  Not sure what he dreams about, but at almost
exactly 4am every night, he turns over and slides up in it.  Sometimes it's
a nice gentle fuck, and I think he's actually still sleeping when he does
that.  Other times, it's the full-on pound me into the bed type, as he
holds me down and takes out some aggression.  Those are the best," he
grinned widely.

"I'm guessing you both sleep naked?"

"Sure.  Why, don't you?"

"Of course.  I think most guys do now," I acknowledged as we snuggled up
together and began to make out.  It didn't take us long to ramp it up, and
get to the fucking.  It started slow, and built like a steam train leaving
the station.  I stood at the side of the bed, with him on his back and legs
up, hammering away at him.  He was one of those really loud guys as he
moaned and yelled at me to fuck him harder with my `bussy shredder'.  The
harder I hammered, the more aggressive and demanding he became.  As I
watched him jerk his cock, while staring at me pounding him, the bedroom
door opened and Cal walked in holding a beer.

"What the hell are you guys doing in here?  It sounds like you're killing
him," he said as he came and stood beside me.

"Yeah?  You try taking a dick this big.  It's fuckin' perfect and he knows
how to use it," Anthony replied.  "You know I love taking a good hard
fuck."

"Yeah, but normally the neighbours three blocks over aren't phoning in
complaints."

"Show him what you're packin'," Anthony said as he eased back to allow my
cock to pop out of his ass.

Cal nodded as he looked at me.  "Not bad.  I've seen bigger.  Drop the
noise 20 decibels.  I'm trying to watch a movie out there, and all I can
hear are cries of fuck me," he complained.

"So, watch a porn and I'll be like the background track," Anthony laughed.
"Cal, Justin here is versatile, so he'd be okay if you fucked him, right
Justin?"

"Sure.  I'm good with that," I replied.

"Not falling for that again, like that one guy you said I could fuck if I
got horny in the middle of the night.  He damn near killed me when he woke
up to me trying."

"Yeah, I guess I should have asked if he'd ever bottomed before.  My bad,"
Anthony laughed as the two carried on a conversation as if I wasn't even
there.

Cal left Anthony and I to our pound festival, and we went at it for another
hour before calling it a day and cuddling up together for an hour of nap
time.  I had honestly expected Cal to come into the bedroom at some point
and fuck me, but he didn't.  That was disappointing.  Anthony and I woke up
and went at it again before strolling out to the bathroom for a pee and a
shower.  We were part way through our shower when Cal entered and took his
own pee.  Anthony yelled at him as he went to flush, and then pushed me
back out of the water spray as he did it anyway.

"Asshole.  No matter how many times you do it, it's not fucking funny," he
snapped at his roommate.

"Funny from my side though," Cal croaked sounding like he'd just woken from
a nap himself.  He was fully naked now, which I wasn't complaining about.
"You two still fucking?  I can be in, done, and out, in under 10 minutes."

"That's not the flex you think it is," Anthony replied as Cal stared at us.
He seems to be warming up to me.

"That is actually a big cock, dude.  Can you suck something that size,
Tony?"

"Oh yeah, but it's better up my ass."

"TMI.  I'm out," Cal said as he turned and left.  We finished our shower
and began drying off.

"Do you think he gets jealous of other guys fucking you?"  I asked, as it
seemed like there might be some of that in Cal's reaction towards me.

"I don't think so.  I mean he gets me more than anyone else, so why would
he be jealous?  I'm not jealous when he brings girls home."

"Do you ever have someone sleep over and share?"

He grinned.  "Only to suck his cock.  He doesn't object to that.  Other
than that, no.  I don't want his girls, and he doesn't want the guys.  We
have an arrangement where we can each have someone sleepover one day a week
if we want.  Then the other sleeps on the couch.  Works well, and it's not
like it's every week."

"Sounds like you have a good set up.  I guess we should get dressed and get
back to the studio."

It was a short ride back and we were in plenty of time.  There had been a
break in the production anyway as trailers were sent to the location for
the pool party.  It had to be filmed at night because a lot of it was
outdoors.

When we got to the house where the party was going to be, I learned that it
was a rental home, and the set people had been here decorating it for a
couple days, getting it ready for a high school party.  There were red solo
cups, kegs, and a DJ all set up.  The pool was lit with flickering candle
lights.  They were actually fake candles.  I guess you don't need shit
going up in flames, like a queer on Percocet.  There was also additional
subtle overhead lighting.  It simulated moonlight, and maybe a glow from
the house itself, but enough to light the set fully.  Basically, it looked
like every high school pool party you've ever seen in every TV show or
movie.

A large part of this would be filmed as just a party, letting people do
their own thing and have fun.  I wondered if it went on for hours, how many
actors would be so drunk they couldn't perform.  Turns out the alcohol
being provided was either just coloured water, pop, or juice, and in many
cases, actors would just be carrying around empty glasses or bottles.  One
thing about watching shows being film is that it sure takes away the magic
of seeing the final product on screen.

They played some music to let the actors get a rhythm in their head, but as
the filming began there was no music.  Actors were dancing to nothing, and
the DJ was pretending to spin records.  That was a surprise as I was sure
they'd have actual music.  Even with the pretend music, the party was
boring.  Background actors were once again talking without saying anything,
while dancing to nothing.  The only noise was coming from the actors who
were in the actual scene being filmed.  A lot of what was happening was
just background to make the party seem crowded.

A lot was filmed inside, before a reset took place to go out to the pool
area.  I'd like to see how an actor jumps into a pool without making any
noise.  Do you just tell the splashes to be silent?  I noticed one shot of
a guy on top of the pool house.  He looked slightly older than the regular
cast, so I'm assuming he was a stunt double.  He was also naked, and leapt
off the building into the water.  Once he hit and resurfaced, the whole
pool area cheered and the activity ramped up.  There were more than a few
couples making out in the pool, and I think some were supposed to be
simulating sex.  Several female extras were shirtless and attracting
attention of the male actors.  I did notice that the younger actors, such
as Blake were not on set.  His scenes weren't so much that he was at the
party, as he was there to crash the party with a couple friends.

There was a complicated scene with the Triple J's.  Kriss was at the party
as he was part of the school actually throwing it.  Keith went to try and
spend time with Scott while he was drunk.  Kevin went to stop Keith from
making a fool of himself when he'd found out what he was up to, so all
three brothers were here at the same time.  Keith and Kevin were trying to
disguise themselves by wearing either a baseball cap that they could pull
down, or a hoodie that they could hide under.  There were a few scenes
where someone would talk to either Jason or myself as if we were J.P., as
Kriss.  I was so confused that by the end of it, I checked my driver's
licence to make sure I was actually still Justin.

At one point I was allowed to go in the pool and hit on one of the
shirtless extras.  The cameras seemed to stay back as they filmed it, so
I'm not sure how that's going to be portrayed on screen.  Someone told me
that they had filmed a shot of Scott looking at the pool, so they assumed
that maybe he saw me flirting and was jealous.  That would actually make
sense if the character actually had feelings for Keith.  Like I said I'm
confused.  Probably not as confused as the extra when I grabbed his package
and firmly felt him up.  I told him it was for the realistic reaction.  He
still looked confused though.  Wait until the scene where I pull him into
the bushes for the realistic intimacy.  It's not on the script, but no one
needs to tell him that.  He'll just assume it ended up on the cutting room
floor.

I did see Anthony in a couple scenes.  One he was just goofing around in
the pool with a bunch of other guys, obviously just making the pool seem
livelier.  The next he was completely naked at the back of the pool near
some lounge chairs and bushes.  He was with two other guys and a girl.  The
guys were fully naked, and the girl was topless, but had bikini bottoms on.
Anthony was holding her boob and leaning it to kiss it a couple times, and
if they were faking this, it was sure realistic to me, and I'm seeing it
live.  There is no way you wouldn't believe they weren't doing it when it
actually aired.  Thankfully I was wearing clothes when I saw this.  What
was even more impressive is that the three guys weren't hard at all.

North was also part of this background mob.  At one point he was in a swim
suit, in another he was naked off in the distance with a crowd of other
naked people.  If the point of an extra was to blend into the background,
having them fully naked seemed to defeat that objective.

Honestly, I had no idea if this some of this was part of the scene or not,
as the cameras didn't seem to be focused on them at all.  They appeared to
be rolling on some dialogue between a bunch of girls.  I wondered if maybe
the extras were just having fun while they waited for their next scene.  I
knew better than to walk in front of the cameras while they were rolling,
as you never knew what focal length they were shooting at.  At least I had
no idea; except when they said they'd be coming in for a close-up on me.
As soon as the cameras cut, the extras all put robes on and stopped what
they were doing.  I wandered over to North and Anthony, who were standing
side by side waiting for further directions.

"That was a good scene.  Think they filmed you up close?"

"Nope.  This was a wide shot, I'm pretty sure," Anthony replied for both of
them.  "We're just providing background to prove the party's turning a bit
wild."

"I gotta ask.  How did you guys not bone up doing that?"

He grinned.  "For me, it's easy.  Not into girls.  But even seeing the
other guys, you get used to it.  It's work, not sex."

"I dunno, dude.  If I were straight and had a naked girl up against me, I'd
find that sexy."

"Not after you'd done it a dozen times, and had crew and cameras
everywhere," he explained.

"They should let me fool around with you," I grinned.

"I'd probably get fired."

"I think it would be bad if I got fired on my first day," North added,
obviously trying to minimize his conversation.

"J.P. would be pissed if I got us fired," I reasoned.

He grinned.  "You're the main characters of the show.  No one is firing
you.  Extras are expendable," Anthony said confidently.

"So no sex until we're off set.  Got it," I grinned.  I was gonna say more,
but everyone was told to take their positions for the next take.  I
beelined it out of there.

The party shoot went until almost 2am before we were finally calling it
quits.  I'd been in several scenes as had Blake, who was now asleep in his
trailer.  I went in and quietly sat on the side of his bed.  He really is
cuter when he's sleeping.  He's just an innocent looking boy this way.
It's not until he wakes up that he turns into...well...Blake.

I put my hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly.  "Blake," I said
quietly, shaking him a bot more.  "Blake."

He opened his eyes and looked at me.  "Am I needed on set again?" He
croaked.

"No, we're done.  Time to head home," I told him.

He rolled over and sat up, leaning in against me.  "That was a fun shoot.
Did you enjoy it, Dad?"

"I did.  Super complicated, and I'll admit I mostly don't know what any of
it was about, but from all the scenes, I'm sure there was some drama being
presented to further the plot."

"There was.  Did you see my scene?"

"No, but then I missed most of them."

"The whole reason I was at the party was to catch Keith and Scott hooking
up to prove he was a homo.  I busted into a bedroom and found Scott and
Becky together."

"Yeah, I think you mentioned that scene.  Did you get to see them both
naked?"  I grinned.

"No.  Like the guys said, I busted into an empty room and had to react to
what the cameras would show.  But when they reset, Scott and Becky were in
the bed and had pulled the covers up, and screamed at me to leave.  I had
to check the room for Keith.  When I didn't find him, I told Scott he was
still a fag and left.  They wouldn't let me stay for the actual sex scene.
Do you think `Marvin' got hard having sex with Tamara?"

"No, and I'm betting the scene will be one of those in the dark, half under
the covers, where no one sees anything.  The were both probably fully
clothed," I reasoned.

"Some of the people weren't," he grinned.  I wasn't allowed on set for most
of it, but doesn't mean I didn't sneak in to take a look.  One of my scenes
was actually Duane, Ashton, and Shayne spying on the party from the bushes.
I think it's one of the only times so far that Duane has acted like he's 13
and not 16.  There was actually nothing for us to react to, but we were
supposed to pretend we were seeing the entire pool with everyone partying.
I even had to point out boobs to Shayne."

"Sound like some good acting," I said as I put my arm around Blake and
pulled him in closer.

"Would have been way better acting if we'd actually been allowed to spy on
the girls.  My funnest scene is when I got caught at the party by Scott.  I
think it was after I barged in on him and Becky.  Not sure though.  I had a
Solo cup in my hand, after supposedly getting beer from the keg.  I
wandered around the pool deck and looked at a couple of girls, who I think
in wider shots were going to be shown topless.  They sure weren't when I
was in the shot.  I had to nod my head and stare at them as I said `lookin'
fine, mamas.  Bring those fun bags over to my place, and I'll show you some
Duane time.'"

I laughed.  "You know, Duane doesn't seem that much different from Blake at
this point."

"Dude.  I'd never call them fun bags.  Hooters should be appreciated for
their beauty, size, and suckability.  You never want to disrespect them by
calling them fun bags.  Anyway, those chicks were extras, so I'm sure they
won't mind me taking them to Blake's pleasure trailer before we wrap.  I'm
sure they got some sweet fresh pussies on them."

"This is you not disrespecting women?"  I asked.

"I'm just joking.  You know I'm not like that.  Why do extras when I still
haven't got through the regular cast yet?  I'm still trying for Aiden, and
I'm pretty sure London would be tasty fun at some point.  I've got a plan
right up here in my head," he said tapping it.  "I was hanging out with the
guys, Aiden, London, Cameron, and Thad, playing video games and we got to
talking about girls.  I asked if they'd been laid since we got on set, and
only Thad and I have so far.  The guys mostly didn't believe us, so then I
talked about Sienna and told them about her."

"Do I even want to know what you talked about?"  I asked.

"Hey, you know me, Dad.  I'm fine telling the guys about stuff I do.  I
think everyone except Thad was surprised that I'm omnisexual.  Actually, I
don't think they believed me at first, but after Thad explained that we'd
three-wayed Victoria, then they really didn't believe us," he said
laughing.  "We kinda made them believe us though."

"Made them believe you?  How?"

"Thad and I kissed and groped each other right in front of them.  They may
not believe all my stories, but they sure couldn't argue with what they
saw."

"I told them how my girlfriend and me do three-ways and that sure got them
interested, especially when I showed her picture.  I did say that if they
weren't into the three-way stuff, I'm sure she'd be okay just being naked
around them, as long as they reciprocated.  That means that they go naked
too," he clarified.  "I'm thinking some of them will come around to the
idea, especially when they saw the sexy pics of her."

"Please tell me that you don't have naked pictures of Sienna on your phone.
You know we talked about that."

"I don't Dad.  Here, check it out," he said pulling out his phone and
scrolling through the pictures.  I may be gay, but I'm pretty sure I know
which pictures got the boys interested and likely horny as hell.  She was
in a very small white bikini that was so skimpy, she might as well have
been naked.  Even I found it hot, and he had several of those.  From the
back it basically only covered her crack.  There was one picture that I
wasn't sure didn't break our rules, but since it'd likely not be censored
as nudity, I didn't say anything.  Sienna was topless in the same bikini,
but she had her hands over her breasts.  Another one had her with the
bikini bottoms in her mouth while her hands were covering the exposed bits.
If you wanted to get straight boys out of their clothes, these would do it.

"Those are pretty impressive pictures.  Does she have ones of you like
that?" I asked curiously.

He laughed.  "Of course not, Dad.  I don't even own a bikini."

"Funny."

"Sure, she has tons of me in my speedo.  I mean I don't even need to pose
for those.  She just needs to show up at diving practice."

"Knowing you, I'm sure she has some even more revealing than that?"  I
asked, somewhat suspiciously confident.

"Yeah.  The ones she likes are of me in the shower.  We took some in the
bubble room where you can see my ass, but my crotch is covered in bubbles,"
he said as he resumed scrolling through his phone.  He showed me the
pictures he was talking about, and they were also on the edge of being
bannable.  He had a whole series of those and even some with the two of
them in it.  Any one who saw these shots would be left with no doubt about
whether Sienna and Blake were having sex.

"Those are pretty amazing pictures, Blake, but you really should limit who
sees them?"

"He shrugged.  It's not like you can see the x-rated bits, Dad.  It's just
sexy enough to get people interested in hooking up with us.  Thad said he'd
totally be into it, and I even showed Victoria.  She said she'd join all of
us as well.  Me and Thad figure we're gonna get to see some pretty wild
girl-on-girl with those two."

"Will they see some wild boy-on boy?"

Blake shrugged.  "Thad knows the rules and he said he'd be into at least
trying it.  The other guys said he was bullshitting, but I'm pretty sure
he'll fuck me to get a chance with Sienna.  The only unknown is whether
I'll get him to open his ass so that I can fuck him."

"It's a good thing all girls aren't like Sienna and Victoria," I said
putting my arm around Blake's shoulder.

"Why?"

"Why?  If they all put out like that, it'd likely make it impossible for us
gay guys to get straight boys in to bed after that.  If they're all getting
laid as much as they want, there's simply no incentive to give it up for
even a blowjob with another guy."

"That's true," he nodded.  "But thankfully some girls are like that.
They're good bait for straight boys," he giggled.  "If you could have any
of the guys, who would you want?  Except for London of course.  I already
know how badly you want him.  What would you give me if I sent him over to
have sex with you?"

"You're assuming a lot.  First, I never said I like London, and second, I
hardly need your help getting a boy into bed," I said shaking my head at
him.

"You're not as young as you used to be Dad.  Never hurts to have a cuter
wingman.  Imagine how hot it'd be if I handed you London and went, he's all
yours, Daddy."

"First, never call me daddy again," I said as he chuckled, "and I don't
think I've lost any of my looks yet.  I'm still only 23.  Not exactly over
the hill yet."

"That's what people that are at the top of the hill say, just before they
roll down the other side."

"So, who do you like the most out of the four guys?" I asked.

"Thad, Aiden, and Cameron are all very similar looking.  It'll come down to
who looks best naked.  Obviously, I like London, same as you, but if right
now I had to choose someone else, it'd be Thad.  Mostly because I know he's
sexual, and the two of us have a lot in common."

"I can see that.  Taking London out the mix, I think I'd be more into
Cameron, but if Asher Angel or Timotheé Chalamet show up, those two will
get bumped down the list, and will have to sit and watch until I was done."

Blake just smiled at me.  "London seems more reserved and shyer than Aiden
though.  I figure at the very least, if they don't participate fully, I
could get both of them into some action with Victoria while I watch."

"I'm actually surprised that you're not more into London.  That boy is way
cuter than Aiden, in my opinion."

"I think I'm just enjoying the challenge of Aiden at the moment.  He's the
type you have to become friends with before you ramp up to anything like
sex.  Even if it is with a girl joining you.  Thad is open about things,
but in a chill way.  London's more your type, so go for it if you like
him."

"Thanks," I said, somewhat sarcastically.  As if I need Blake's help
getting him, if I wanted him.  "How is London not your type, exactly?  He's
almost exactly like Joel, and he's your type."

"Exactly.  I can't be railing every guy that looks like me, Dad.  That's
sort of narcissistic, don't ya think?  And we know that's not me.  I like
to hook up with a variety."

"Right," I said avoiding additional sarcasm that would just be wasted words
at this point.  "So, you're saying you're not interested in London at all?"

"God no.  I totally wanna bone him.  I just don't wanna start with him."

There was a knock on the door and Garren stuck his head in.  "Hey guys,
just wanted to let you know the limo's here to take us home."

"We're right behind you," I said as Blake and I got off the bed.  He
checked himself in the mirror and tidied his hair.  Yep, good thing he's
not narcissistic.


Day Six - Friday The next day, Jason and I had a few scenes with J.P. and
it's starting to be fun.  I'm not sure I'd enjoy it if I were doing J.P.'s
job though.  Sometimes he was filming as either Jason or myself, and had to
have his wardrobe and hair done to match the character.  They did seem to
film a lot of things together.  Like if he was my character, they filmed
several different things where Keith was the focus, then they reset and
filmed J.P. as Kriss or Keith.  I guess once they had him in a character,
they filmed as much as they could with that character, before changing.
Probably saves the makeup people a lot of time.

I had just filmed a scene with Jason and J.P. in the yard as we threw a
frisbee around talking about our day, and they seemed to just let us do
whatever as long as we got the lines correct.  It's a good thing too.  If
I'd been expected to have a perfect throw, or catch it every time, we'd
still be filming two days from now.  They did do a trick shot though.
Kevin bragged that he could make a net shot with the frisbee and threw it
towards the basketball net.  It missed, but someone else threw another
shot, and they filmed it going in.  Sneaky Hollywood.

From all the other scenes they shot, there was a lot of drama building.
Girls were backstabbing each other with words, and social media.  Guys
were...well...as far as I could tell...just guys.  I mean sure there's the
whole shooting, drug dealing, sex thing, but like I said.  Guys.  There's
even an undertone of some inappropriate relationship building between two
teachers, both married.  That was just hinted at, so it's possible that's
something being flushed out for later episodes.  You never know with these
drama type shows exactly where they're headed.  From what I've heard, it's
also not unheard of to change an entire plot based on viewer comments.  I
like that the show also had some humour scenes in it.  I think humour is
necessary to keep the show from becoming depressing as it deals with the
darker subjects.  Throw in the sex, and you've got a winner.

I ran into London on a break and had a chance to talk to him for a bit.
Blake may not want him first, but I sure do.  London had killer eyes, and
long blonde hair that hung over his face.  His eyes looked a dark green,
but in certain light, they also looked blue at times.  He had the slender
build of most guys his age, and that California tan...yowza!  I found out
he was a football player and liked the guitar.  Nothing I could use there
to help us connect, but he was interested in what it was like being a
triplet, so maybe that'll give me more opportunities to get to know him.
I'm thinking we could talk as I give him a nice massage after a long week
of work.  After all this intensity and costume changes, I'll be ready to
relax and slip into something more comfortable.  London looks like he'd be
comfortable.

I have a feeling I might be acting a little reserved for J.P.'s sake, as I
don't want him getting any sort of a negative reputation because of me.
Which is probably why I haven't hit on all the cute guys constantly.  Apart
from the guest stars, recurring cast, and plenty of guys on the crew, there
was a whole room full of extras.  Just calling them extras gets me excited.
It's like you'd finish with the main guy, and once he left, you'd call in
the extras for the next few rounds.  Standing here next to London, I'm
ready to be myself again.  As long as he knows I'm Justin and not my
brother, J.P.'s rep should be safe.  Anyway, my character Keith is gay, so
they should sort expect me to be act gay at some point.  Time to work my
magic.

"Have you had a lot of roles in your career so far?" I asked as we moved
outside to sit down in the shade.

"Not really.  Only a few guest star roles.  I'm waiting for some breakout
role that might launch my career.  This show is getting more popular so
hopefully after season two airs someone will see my work and hire me for
more.  It's hit and miss a lot of times."

"I've heard that from some of the guys.  I know Blake was excited to go
from a recurring regular to main cast.  It's all he talked about for weeks
after they told him."

London looked at me and frowned slightly.  "Blake's your son, right?"

"He is," I nodded.

"Still seems hard to figure that a guy your age has a son Blake's age," he
commented, like everyone does.

"True.  Sometimes I find it hard to believe as well, but he's a great guy,
so we couldn't ask for better.  But don't tell him I said that."

"And you own the studio?"

"We do.  Mostly Colin, my husband, but I guess since we're married, I own
it as well," I admitted.

"So, if you own it, and Blake is your son, how come you didn't just make
him a main cast right at the beginning?  I guess that's how this show got
started, huh?  Because you guys wanted it."

"Blake wanted to do this on his own and auditioned just like everyone else.
The triplet hook was the idea of the creator of the show, but since Jason
and me don't really want to be actors, J.P. agreed to do all the roles, and
we offered to do publicity things with the cast so that people can see that
we're actually three people."

"It's a pretty cool concept," he admitted.  "God, if I owned the studio,
I'd put myself in tons of movies just so I'd build up my portfolio."

"I think it's important to make sure you get the right roles.  I guess if
you always do tons of mediocre stuff, you always get offered mediocre
things.  I'm guessing the A-listers turn down ten times more than they're
offered."

"Probably true.  Right now, I'd not turn anything down.  Even if it's crap,
I think I'd do it just for the acting experience."

"True.  I know Garren is still hoping he gets more episodes this season,
and maybe even move to main cast as well."

"Yeah, see that's the kind of stuff I'm talking about.  He's been in tons
more stuff than me.  Even did one of those daytime soap operas, and he's
still only getting hired as a guest star, even though he's done a movie or
two.  It's tough to break into the popular actor group.  I'd do anything to
get a role as a main character," he said thoughtfully.

"Define anything," I grinned.

"Well, nothing illegal like murder or mule drugs," he chuckled, "but mostly
anything sane."

"What about if you were just given the other five episodes this season,
instead of being promoted?"

"That'd be a start for sure," he smiled.

"And would that fit into the `I'll do anything' category?"  I was already
thinking five steps ahead.  Welcome back normal Justin, not toned down
Justin.

"Maybe not do anything, but I'd be appreciative.  For sure."

"How about recurring regular, which would likely carry over to the next
season if it gets greenlit?"

"Yeah, I guess that would be close to being part of the main cast," he
nodded as we ate.

"Cool.  I'll keep that in mind in case I see an opportunity for you," I
told him.

"If you did, I really would be in your debt and I'd do anything you wanted
if it'd land me steady work."

"I'll keep my ears open."

We parted company and I went to work on `Operation London down on his
knees, mouth open'.  I just shortened it to `Operation London Down.'

I won't bore you with the tiny details, but basically, I asked around who
made cast change decisions and it seemed to come down to the director, and
the direction he wanted to go.  When I then talked to Harvell, our
director, he said a lot of times, he would like to do more, and include
more cast, but it came down to finances.  They were on a budget and had to
stick to it, with no exceptions.  I inquired as to what it would cost to
take a guest star and make him into a main cast and he rambled off things
like salary, bigger trailer, additional wardrobe, an assistant, and blah
blah blah, eventually ending with a figure of around $300,000 per season
per cast.  He said it also depended on the role of the main character.
Guys like J.P. playing a very prominent role, not to mention 3 characters,
would be getting a lot more than the others.

I'm pretty sure Blake gets $25,000 an episode, and with the budget raise
they got for season two, I think J.P., now gets $125,000 per episode.  I've
never asked him, but I think I overheard a conversation once.  I know as
guest stars, we were getting around $6,000 a week, which I guess is the
same as saying $6,000 per episode.  Not sure why they say it different for
guests than regulars.  Now that I was armed with my budget information and
how guest stars get more screen time, I was off to see the money people
about the budget.

"Alright, that's a wrap for the week.  Have a good weekend and we'll see
you all on Monday," the director announced as the lights went out on the
sets, and I was brought back into the moment.

"Thank god that's over," I said to the guys as we hung out together.

It's not over yet," J.P. replied.

"Huh?  It's a weekly show, so don't you just film Monday to Friday for each
episode?"  I asked.

"No, we usually film seven days, then post production takes another six or
seven days, maybe longer depending on whether we need special effects or
not," J.P. explained.  "Basically, each episode takes at least three weeks
to produce.  That's why we film so far in advance of the actual release."

Wait...I just figured it out the pay thing in my head.  The show films for
seven days, which, when you factor in the weekend, is more than a week, so
maybe we get paid for going into a second week, whereas the main cast just
gets a flat rate for the episode.  Yeah, that makes sense.  If they only
paid per word, I'd get twenty bucks and Jason would get a couple grand
since they let him talk more.  J.P. would get $200,000.

"Hey Blake," Aiden said as he walked up to us with London and Thad.

"Guys," Blake acknowledged.  "Oh Dad, I invited Aiden and Thad to hang out
so they could join me and the guys for filming a YouTube video tomorrow.
It's okay if they spend the night, right?"

"As long as it's okay with their parents," I replied.

"It's fine with my dad," Aiden replied.

"Yeah, I'm good too.  I'm here on my own.  As long as I check in with my
parents each day so they know I'm still alive," Thad told us.

"Are you joining the guys too?" I asked London, getting a side smirk from
Blake.  Obviously, he saw right through my interest."

"No, I have other plans unfortunately," he replied brushing his hair back
out of his eyes.  So sexy.  He has no idea that I'm working on a plan to
challenge his `I'll do anything' mantra.  Hormone Justin is peaking right
now.

"Hope she's worth it dude," Aiden said giving him a nudge.

"Nothing like that.  Just something I gotta do.  Career stuff my mom and
manager set up for me.  You know how it goes.  We don't pass up
opportunities, even if we already have a job."

"So true," Thad said.  "We always have to be auditioning.  Except maybe
Blake here since his dads own a studio."

"Nope, I still have to audition.  Got a movie on my own where I got to work
with `Marvin' down in California.  That was fun.  Only a small part, but my
first movie," Blake explained.

"What time are your friends coming over in the morning?"  I asked, knowing
that since this YouTube thing, they'd been getting an early start.

"Around 9.  Our video shouldn't take long this time."

When we got home, the three teenagers disappeared downstairs to the game
room, and I just chilled with Colin for a bit.  It's nice just to hang out
together being a couple, even if the others strolled in and out as the
night wore on.  I heard the boys outside on the trampoline, so it looks
like they're all getting along well.

The night was winding down, and most of the guys had gone up to their
rooms, although I believe Blake was now in the media room with Aiden and
Thad, watching a movie.  `Marvin' walked up to me in the kitchen after he'd
grabbed some juice.  "So, you still want my boyfriend?"  He teased.

"I'm starting to get over the idea.  I mean he's made it pretty clear that
he's not into anyone but you."

"I'm actually spending the night with Colin tonight, so what if I told you
Garren is into letting you sleep with him?"

"Is that some sort of a sick tease?  I asked, giving him a small grin.
"You make me think that I'm going to get sex, and you only mean actual
sleep.  It's your way of getting me out of the room so you can have Colin
all to yourself."

"You know I'd always enjoy you joining in with us, but hey, up to you.  The
offer is there.  Do with it what you will.  Oh, by the way, he's in our
shower waiting for you."

"Yeah, right?"  What's he wearing?  A scuba suit?"  I replied sarcastically
as I stared at `Marvin'.  He just raised his eyebrows and smiled at me, as
he casually took a sip of his juice.  "Seriously?  You're being straight
with me?  Wait, bad choice of words.  This is for real?"

"Go find out," he grinned again.  I know him well enough to know his facial
expressions, so I bolted for the back stairs, and raced up to their room.
I entered, and instantly heard the shower running.  I threw my clothes off
so fast, I'm sure some of them actually tore.  I moved quickly to the
bathroom entryway, and then slowed down to compose myself.  I turned the
corner around the partitioning wall, and strolled in.  `Marvin' was
correct, Garren was in the shower.  Not a scuba suit in sight, and I'd
finally gotten to see him completely naked.  Almost completely naked.  He
was standing at a side angle so I couldn't really see his penis, just most
of his ass.  I'm not complaining, it's a nice ass.

"Hi," I said quietly as I approached.  I didn't want to talk loud in case
it scared him.

He heard me and turned his head, quickly using a hand to cover himself.  I
guess we still have some work to do.  "Uh, hi," he replied.

"Sounds like `Marvin' is spending the night with Colin.  You okay if I
crash in here with you?"

"Yeah, sure.  `Marvin' and I talked about it, and I'm cool with it," he
said as he stayed under the spray with a hand still over himself.  I wasn't
exactly getting an over-enthusiastic welcome, but he wasn't shrieking at me
to get out either, so that gets entered into the win column.

I walked into the shower behind him, and quickly grabbed the loofah and
some body wash.  "Here, let me get your back," I offered as I began to
lather him up.

"Thanks.  Looks like you get `Marvin's' job," he said as he stayed under
the shower spray.

"Do I get all of `Marvin's' jobs tonight?"  I asked trying not to get too
excited.

"Only if you know how to cut toenails and look for zits forming," he
replied.  I'm not sure if that's his sense of humour or actual tasks.

"I'm not good at either of those, but I'm super good at playing doctor, if
that helps."

He turned slightly to look at me.  "We'll see, I guess.  Justin, how come
you want sex with me so bad?  I'm nothing that special compared to some of
the guys I've seen you with.  I mean look at the guy you're married to.
Why would you want anyone else?"

"I wouldn't.  Colin is the best thing to ever happen to me, but having sex
with others just allows us variety.  I'd never want anyone but him to share
my life with, but that doesn't mean I should stop getting to know other
people.  Anyway, I think you're pretty cool yourself.  I especially love
this platinum colour hair.  It actually suits you."

"Thanks.  I've thought about going back to my natural colour again, but for
now I gotta admit, I kinda like this look too."

I gently turned him around so he was facing me, and I finally got to see
the last bit of him that, up until just now, had remained hidden.  I made
it pretty obvious that I was looking, and I was already planning on how to
use it.  It hung nicely over his firm balls and he was circumcised.  He
also was trimmed down to almost nothing, but not all the way smooth.  If a
boy isn't going totally smooth, then this is the next best thing.  A little
ketchup and mustard, and this wiener is mine.

"Are you sure you're okay with me being in here with you?" I asked to be
sure.

"Yeah, of course, why?"

"Well, for one, you're not hard, which is fairly typical in this sort of
situation.  Seeing each other naked for the first time.  Well, first time
for me seeing you, anyway."

"You're not hard either," he pointed out.

"I'm actually just one large exhale away from this being a springboard," I
joked as I reached up to rub his chest.  He had nice strong pecs with
nickel size nipples, and decent abs.  Basically, he had the same build as
almost every other active teenager.  I ran my hand lower, but avoided his
package for now, instead opting to reach around and feel his ass.  "You've
got a nice firm ass.  You must workout a lot," I said as I rubbed it.

"I think that's mostly natural, but I have been getting into working out
more.  I think I'd like a bit more definition.  At least to keep ahead of
getting flabby.  How do you and your brother's stay so identical?"

"So far, it's just been natural as well.  We do try to do some working out,
but nothing excessive.  Where J.P. might run a couple kilometres, I have
sex for an hour, and Jason just runs around after his kids."

He laughed.  "I can see that."

I reached down and finally took hold of his package, gently feeling the
weight of it.  I felt him tense up slightly and inhale.  I stroked it a bit
more firmly, as that always helps calm them down.  It probably doesn't, but
it's how I justify the handjobs each time.

"So why the change of mind?"  I asked as I stared into his brown eyes.

"Change of mind of what?"  He asked as he brushed water out of his eyes to
look back at me.

"To letting me spend the night with you and hang out naked?  Sort of a
sudden change."

"I just didn't want to sleep alone tonight and since `Marvin' was sleeping
with Colin, I thought maybe you'd like to sleep with me.  I know you've
been wanting to."

I grinned and squeezed his junk a little more firmly.  "You do know that in
my world, sleeping with you means sex, and not as much sleep, right?"

"I know I've kind of been reluctant to join in with you guys, but I just
needed to get comfortable with all of you first.  `Marvin' has said a few
times that you're really good in bed, so I'm kinda interested in finding
out for myself."

"I look forward to your review in the early morning press," I joked.
"Shall we get out of here and head to bed?"

I let go of him, and was a little surprised that he was still only half
hard.  Normally my world famous handjobs get instant erections.  Maybe he's
just a lesbian with a penis.  That would explain it.  Let's see the gender
naming people come up with a name for that one.  We dried off and headed to
bed.  I always love the feeling of getting under the covers as your head
hits the pillow.  I lay on my side looking at Garren who was looking back.
We were reasonably close to each other, but certainly not as close as we
needed to be for sex.  You gotta get pretty close for that.  Especially
when you want to shove 8 inches up inside them.  Now that's close.

We started talking about general things, starting with being on set and
acting.  I have a feeling this was his way of breaking the ice.  That went
on for about 15 minutes, before we moved to more personal things.

"Have you had many boyfriends other than `Marvin'?" I asked.

"No, just one.  I mean I've hooked up with a couple other guys before, but
mostly random shit.  I'm not totally out yet or anything, so I keep a lot
of that stuff private."

"Have you had any girlfriends?"

"For show, not for real," Garren answered.

"For show?  Oh, like to go to media events and stuff?"

"Exactly.  You show up with a girl on your arm and it gets the media talk
going.  They try to figure out if you're in a relationship or not.  I like
to keep them guessing.  It makes you more interesting."

"I'm sure you'd be a lot more interesting if you came out.  Look at all the
young actors doing it."

"I will someday, but I want it to be on my own time, not because some media
people outed me."

"Curious though.  `Marvin' came out, so won't media put two and two
together if they see you hanging out?"

Garren gave a small smile "Possibly.  I mean there are some rumours
already, but we've just said we're friends.  So far that's holding."

"Speaking of holding," I grinned as I shuffled closer and slid my hand
across under the covers to wrap my fingers around his penis.  "I think
maybe it's time to let me see the rest of your cock.  You've seen me hard a
few times, now it's my turn."

I could see him get a little nervous, but to his credit he didn't jump or
try to back away.  "I guess that's fair."

"Garren, let me ask you for real.  Are you okay having sex with me?"

"Yes.  I think it'll actually be fun.  I mean I wouldn't do it all the time
because I'm with `Marvin', and I still think monogamy is best, but I can
handle something like this where we're all friends."

"Awesome.  I'm looking forward to tonight, that's for sure.  Hopefully
we'll become much better friends afterward."

"Unless the rumours are false, and you actually suck at sex.  Then I might
not be able to look you in the eyes again," he said with a smirk.

"Funny.  I mean funny that you think I'd be bad at sex.  I'll predict here
and now that after you've had the Justin experience, you and `Marvin' and
going to be begging me to have three-ways with you all the time."

"Probably not," he said quickly, "but `Marvin' and I did talk about maybe
having sex in the same room while you and Colin are doing it too.  That
might be a fun dynamic."

"We could do better than that if we're all in the same room.  I'd say more
like a partner swap.  I screw `Marvin' right in front of you, while you top
the shit out of Colin.  Now THAT would be a fun night."

As I stroked his dick, he'd responded and was finally fully hard.  I didn't
comment on it, as I wanted to stay casual and non-assuming.  Although I am
assuming I'll be blowing him in about five minutes and casually opening up
his ass in ten.

Garren stared at my face intently, and I was sure my dick sensed the sexual
tension building.  It was probably just me building it, but a least it was
getting built.  "Justin if I ask you something, would you promise to keep
it just between us?  Like not tell anyone, not even `Marvin' or Colin."

"Of course," I replied.  "You have my word."

"Do you think it's okay to use sex to get something you want?"  He asked
bluntly.

I smirked.  "Let me slip my dick up inside you and then ask for what you
want.  We can find out that way," I teased.

He just grinned.  "I mean if it was someone you didn't really know all that
well, and they offered you something you wanted, but only if you'd put
out."

"That's sort of a vague question.  If what you wanted was to get your ass
fucked off, then my answer is yes, but if you wanted a latte at Starbucks
from the 60-year-old lady behind the counter, my answer is no.  Was there a
more specific reason you were asking?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure if I can really give you the details.  It's
something I've been really struggling to figure out.  I don't really want
anyone else to know, though."

"If it helps, we can use therapist/patient confidentiality, so I'd be
forbidden to tell anyone anything."

"Oh right, you're a psychologist," he said nodding.

I have a feeling he knew that, and that's why I'm in his bed.  Hopefully it
won't change direction I had planned.  I just hope he can talk with a dick
in his ass, because that's the direction.

"But do you swear you won't say anything?"

"I swear.  I worked hard to get my licence so I sure as hell don't want to
lose it.  I have so many secrets in my head that it makes Area 51 look like
a public library."

"Okay.  I know everyone was wondering why I was acting so different for the
last few days."

"You have been quieter than normal," I admitted.

"Yeah, that's because I was trying to figure stuff out."

"Sometimes working things out in your head is good.  Other times, it's nice
to bounce it off someone else for their opinion," I said with my Yoda
wisdom.  `Nice it is...mmmhmm.'

"You know how I was only supposed to be here for a three-episode arc?  Then
I got bumped to five?"

"Yeah.  I think that's awesome by the way.  We get to have you around a
little longer," I smiled as I moved my hand from his cock to his balls.  I
cradled them like I was giving him additional support.  Don't be pervs.
I'd do this with all my patients to show them I care.  I'm not just taking
advantage of Garren being naked in bed with me.

"When I first went to talk to Clive, the executive producer, he told me
they wanted me to do an upcoming shower scene, and since it hadn't been
planned, he wanted to discuss it with me.  I told him I wasn't really a fan
of doing them if I didn't have to.  He nodded and said he understood.  I
was about to leave, but he continued to explain what they had in mind for
my character."

"Which required a shower scene?"

"Yeah.  He said that scene would lead to others later in the show, and
would build my character out a bit more.  He said without it, the character
would just not be included after the third episode I was in.

"I thought you were the main drug dealer."

"For this episode, yeah, but I think it could go lots of directions
depending on what they're trying to do.  I could be used as an antagonist
to stir up plots as the show progresses, or they could kill off my
character completely, ensuring I never return."

"Unless you're a vampire drug dealer, or another you from an alternative
universe arrives," I offered as other options.

"Not that kind of show," he said with a grin.

"If I'm reading this correctly, since you got the extra episodes, you
agreed to the shower scene?"

"I did as long as I only had to go down to my underwear.  I said I wouldn't
be good in a jock or the privacy sock thing.  That's a bit more exposure
than I'd be okay with."

"Too bad.  I think you'd gain a lot of new fans if they saw how cute your
ass was."

"Shut up," he smiled.

"You could ask to be an extra for future showers.  They get a lot more
screen time," I said trying not to grin too much.

"An extra?  I'm a guest star.  Extras do most of the grunt work, plus they
are the ones most likely to get fully naked...Oh, wait...I just got it.
Funny.  No thanks.  He said the first shower could be in just underwear,
but the second shower interaction called for me to fight with Crash, and
I'd be showing side ass, which also means I'd be naked except for a jock.
Maybe less depending on how the scene came together.  He said if I passed
on it, they could just give the role to another actor to take over."

"I guess that makes sense.  They can always add characters.  Maybe he'd be
the drug dealer's drug dealer."

"That's what he said, so I agreed, as long as it was just a generic shower
scene, and not some extended thing where we're in there basically naked for
hours."

"Hey, it must have worked if you got the additional episodes," I said as we
lay there together, and I was enjoying being this close to him.

"Yeah, but Clive said I shouldn't be shy about showing off my body on
camera, as it would only help draw attention to my character, and
subsequently to me.  That's when he asked me to take my shirt off so he
could see how I'd come across on film."

"Now that I've seen you for myself, I don't think the camera is going to
like you in the shower," I said keeping a serious face as I looked into his
eyes.

"It won't?"  He asked, looking instantly disappointed.

"No, you're so hot you'll steam up the lens, and they'll never get any
shots out of it," I grinned.  "You'll ruin the whole production."

"Funny.  You almost had me on that.  I shouldn't be so paranoid about it,
as I know they respect privacy on set, plus we're always changing into
other outfits."

"Also no paparazzi, right?"  I added, remembering what `Marvin' had told
me.

"Exactly.  So anyway, I did it and he checked me out.  He even spun me
around to check me from behind.  He made a blunt comment about how I had a
nice shaped ass."

"It is indeed lovely," I chuckled.

"Shut up," he said grinning slightly.  "That's when he reached around and
unfastened my pants.  He went to lower the back, but I initially stopped
him.  He just said he wanted to take a better look at my overall shape."

"I should remember some of these lines," I joked.

"He got a little handsy after that.  I let him lower the back of my pants,
and then even went so far as to let him push them all the way down so he
could see it clearly.  He turned me around and made a positive comment
about my bulge, saying I'd fit the part perfectly.

"That's how you got the additional arcs, huh?"

"Yep, apparently.  He said it was nice that I wasn't shy, which is why he
thought I'd be a good fit for stronger character development.

"From what I know of you, I'm guessing you were a bit nervous or
uncomfortable?"

"A little.  You get used to people touching you to put you into positions,
or have you at a correct angle.  Especially if you're doing a photoshoot or
something.  But you can tell when it's more that that."

"At least it got you the extra two episodes, so I guess it wasn't too bad,
even if it was out of your comfort zone," I reasoned.

"Yeah, I guess.  But he definitely wants more than to see me in my
underwear.  That's where I'm sort of conflicted.  I would love more roles
and stuff, but not sure I want to put out to get them."

"Did he say he wanted more?"  I asked out of real curiosity.

"Not for this show, but he said he has a couple really good roles in an
upcoming movie he's involved with, and he thought I'd be great for at least
one of them.  It's a beach theme movie, so there'd be lots of shirtless
scenes, and he said there'd be plenty of time for me to tone up my body
further.  He even offered to set me up with a trainer.  That'd be sweet for
sure."

"Sounds like something you should go for, but the way you're talking, I'm
guessing there was more to it?"

"I'll say.  He didn't even try to sugar coat it or be vague.  He turned me
around again to check my ass, and actually pulled the back of my underwear
down, remarking that I'd look really good in a jock strap.  I held onto the
front of my underwear, which was probably good, or I'd have ended up
totally naked."

"I'm not sure how auditions work, but wouldn't they check someone's body
like that anyway if nudity was going to be required for a scene?"

"Not sure either since I've never auditioned for anything with nudity, or
even shirtless, for that matter.  I think that's why I allowed him to pull
the back of my underwear down."

"If I were going to be a casting director, I'd only do it for gay porn.
That'd be the perfect job," I smirked.

"He said he really liked me, and invited me to join him at his place for
drinks, so he could get to know me better."

"Sounds like an audition to me," I nodded with a smile.

"Probably not.  He said he'd bring his trainer over to meet me, so I should
expect to be out of my clothes for a while."

"Well, I'm enjoying you without clothes," I said as I stroked his dick.

"He added that the more I was willing to put myself out there in the
industry, the faster my star would rise as people got to know me.  After
that he inquired whether I was sexually active or not.  I replied that I
was."

"You probably got him horny with that response," I teased.

"Yeah, I'm sure I did.  He said he'd have the trainer include some
additional education in that department as it would be good for me to have
that confidence on film.  I'm thinking he's preparing me for the idea of
the trainer having sex with me."

"Dude, I know that's not what you're into, but a professional trainer is
likely to be as hot as hell.  Take the lessons," I said with a big smile of
encouragement.

"I somehow get the feeling that if I did go along with it, Clive would want
to join in too."

"What happens if you don't go over and spend time at his house?"  I asked
honestly.

"Probably nothing, but like he said, it would be easy to spread around a
reputation.  My guess is that if I put out, I'd be an actor easy to work
with, and casting people would be interested in hiring me.  The opposite
would likely be true if I didn't do anything."

"Did anything happen on your last series?"

"Not with me, and not that I saw with anyone else.  I mean you hear rumours
about people hooking up but I couldn't say for sure.  When Josh's character
came out as gay, I think maybe some guys started paying attention to him,
and I'm sure others were beginning to figure out he was gay in real life
too.  Lots figured him and Asher were doing it, but I doubt that.  It's
just wishful thinking.

"You ever wishful think anything about Josh or Asher?"  I asked hoping to
get some juicy stuff.

"I was still deep in the closet at that point.  I wasn't thinking anything
about anyone in case I let something slip."

"Sorry, I call bullshit.  You're gay, on set with Asher Angel and Joshua
Rush, and you weren't thinking about taking them back to your trailer?
Especially considering Josh was actually gay the entire time."

"Josh only came out officially after the show wrapped.  We were only kids
back then.  Josh wasn't actually my type, if I'm being honest."

"Fair enough," I nodded as I shuffled closer, "but you've conveniently
avoided mentioning Asher."

He gave me a small smirk.  "Yeah, I thought about him a lot."

"A lot, huh?  How much is a lot, exactly," I teased as I stroked his dick
more firmly.

"Okay, mister shrink man...," he smirked.  "Every fucking time he smiled, I
wanted to rip his clothes off and take him right there on set.  I wore my
dick out at night thinking about him, and if he'd shown even a single sign
that he was interested in guys, I'd have been up in that so fast.  THAT's
how much I thought about him."

"Now that he's older, as are you, would you still want him?"  I said with a
big smile as I felt his dick throb in my hand.

"You've seen him, right?  What do you think?"  He smirked.  "Would you turn
him down?"

"Not only would I not turn him down, I'd tie him up, and screw the ass off
the boy until he decided he liked it, and gave consent."

"Well, that's disturbing.  You didn't bring rope or anything with you
tonight, did you?"  He asked inching up to look past me.

"No, but so far it hasn't been needed," I teased back.  "Is that the whole
reason you've been so quiet?"

"Mostly, but after Clive talked to me, he caught up to me later, and hinted
that if we got along, he could see me being given the full 10 season arc.
He suggested I might even be considered as an ongoing character for season
three when it's greenlit."

The way Garren blurted it out, I almost missed it.  "Why do I get the
feeling there's a but coming?"

"Because there is.  I mean I certainly could use the money, as it'd be a
raise along with the additional episodes.  Not only that, I'd get to hang
out with `Marvin' all the time as well, which is just a bonus.  The
downside is that Clive was making it pretty clear that by getting along, he
meant sex.  He said shit like I was beautiful, and should take advantage of
my looks and youth while I could.  He commented that he would love to see
me fully aroused, as he'd bet I was stunning."

"You are.  "He just came right out and said it?" I asked, a bit astonished.
"That's bold."

"Yep.  I'm sure lots of guys use their looks to get further in the
business.  Not sure how to handle it though.  If I say no, or say something
to someone, it'd be his word against mine.  Likely I'd be off the show
completely, and blacklisted.  Not what I'm going for.  He did say it was
just a suggestion though, and if I didn't want to, he was fine with it."

"Do you think he'd be fine with it?"  I asked curiously as I didn't really
know Clive at all.

"I dunno.  I've heard about guys like him before.  They say shit like that,
and then if you don't take them up on their offer, you find you never get
cast in one of the shows they're involved with again.  If he's popular, it
could limit a lot, but if he's some small-time guy, I guess it wouldn't
affect you all that much."

"Which category is Clive?"  I asked as I have no idea.  I'd never heard of
any of the crew on this production.  How big could they be?

"He's big enough that at least for now, he'd stop me getting the additional
five episodes, and a possible chance to return for season three."

"Do you think he's made deals like that with others on set?"

"I have no idea.  It's not like people would go around talking about it to
other people.  We all want to keep working, so burning bridges isn't the
way to go about that."

"Are you considering it?"

"Considering?  Yes.  Would I actually do it?  Probably not, but it would be
nice to have a regular series again."

"You're the second guy to say that to me this week," I noted.

"Yeah?  It's something all serious actors try for, I think.  Who talked to
you about it?"

"London."

"I can see that.  He's just starting out, like me, and we need work so that
we can be seen," he reasoned.

"Would it help to talk to `Marvin' about it?  Maybe he's been through
something similar."

"I thought about it, but if he freaks out and goes after Clive, I might
lose the extra episodes I already have, and never get rehired again.  On
the other hand, if he thinks I should do it, it's like I'm pimping myself
out."

"Tough choice.  There is a third option.  I could help you," I offered.  I
think everyone simply forgets we own the studio.  Mostly it's me that
forgets, but same difference.

"How?"

I smiled and stroked his cock a little before answering.  "Well, if you
roll onto your stomach and spread those legs, I could tell you while I fuck
you."

He laughed.  "Your plan to help me not be used for sex, is to have sex with
me while you explain your plan.  Wouldn't it just be easier to go over to
Clive's place?"

"Easier?  Possibly, but does he have a cock this big to shove up inside
you?"

"Probably not, hence the `easier' part," he replied.  "Just so you don't
think I'm prude or something, I like sex.  Like a lot.  I just like to
choose who I'm going to do it with, and not be coerced into it."

"Let me see what I can do at the studio to help you.  Worst case scenario,
you let the producer plug your holes for a few hours and you get your
promotion.  Best case scenario, you have a four-way with me, Colin, and
`Marvin' to celebrate your new promotion, without having to give in to the
producer."

"I like the second option.  I know I've never really said it before, but I
think you and Colin are an amazing couple.  You have this incredible
dynamic between the two of you, and you're both very good-looking guys."

"But I'm the better looking one, right?"  I teased.  Let's see how honest
is really is.

"You're both insanely good-looking.  I'm not sure what sex with Colin would
be like as I think he's pretty aggressive.  At least that's what `Marvin'
tells me."

I laughed.  "That's just their roleplaying game, and Colin is ONLY like
that with `Marvin'.  It's something they've been doing since they were
teenagers.  As I understand it, `Marvin' likes it because it keeps him
grounded in reality."

"How is that reality?"  Garren frowned.

"I guess when you're a celebrity, everyone kisses your ass, so you can
quickly become out of touch with the real world.  When Colin and `Marvin'
play their game, he's shown that he does have to follow rules and orders.
Likely he'll be the one kissing ass.  Colin's ass," I said grinning.

"I don't get it, but if it helps him in some way, then I'm all for it.
Personally, I stay grounded in reality by not actually getting any leading
roles, thereby ensuring no one knows who I am."

"That's sarcasm, right?"  I asked.  Great, it's contagious.  First Blake
doesn't understand sarcasm, now I'm afflicted with it.

"Right."

"Let me see what I can do on Monday, and I'll get back to you.  If I can't
get you some sort of an offer, then you can still decide whether or not to
go get roofied.  Considering what we've been talking about, should we maybe
just go to sleep and not have sex.  We can postpone it to another day if
you're not comfortable with it."

Garren stared into my eyes, and reached over to take hold of my erection.
"Like I said, Justin, I like sex.  I'm actually looking forward to doing it
with you.  You remember that I'm a top though, right?"

I nodded.  "I remember.  You told me earlier, and `Marvin's' mentioned it
before as well."

"Good."

"Oh, don't misunderstand me.  I know you're a top, and I can't wait to see
how good you are at it, but tonight you're also going to bottom.  Have you
actually taken a cock before?"

"I've bottomed, sure.  It's just not what I prefer.  I've never taken a
cock as big as yours though," he replied.

"Then that was the problem.  You've never had a good cock inside you.
We'll rectify that tonight.  We're gonna swap cum buddy," I teased as I
moved closer and kissed him, this time properly.  At first, he was
nonresponsive, and just accepted the kiss.  The second time he opened up
and participated.  That's all it took before we were off and running, or is
it `off and sexing'?

For a guy who had been holding back on being naked around us, or showing
any signs of sexual interest, he was amazing at it.  He kissed so perfectly
that he made my dick throb, several times.  He knew how to use his hands to
feel my body and he had no problem scissoring our legs together so we were
as close as possible.  We moved on to blowjobs pretty fast, and went
immediately to 69ing each other.  I don't think either of us wanted to wait
our turn.  The dude even knows how to rim perfectly.

It wasn't all that outstanding though.  It was a lot of work opening his
ass up, and he lost his hardon a few times as I tried.  Even one finger had
him tense up fast, and it took many many attempts before he finally relaxed
enough to accept it.  Then when I moved to two fingers, it was the same
thing all over again.  I eventually just decided that it would be easier to
start the fuck, or we'd be at this until well past noon tomorrow.  We must
have used a litre of lube, and had 30 attempts to get inside him.  Every
time my dick even touched skin, he jumped a mile and braced for impact.

When I finally punched through the outer forcefield, and into the pleasure
cave of happiness, Garren reached back to grab hold of my hip so hard that
I think I still have fingernail marks in my skin.  They may be permanent.

"That hurts way too much, Justin.  I don't think I can do it," he
complained.

"You can.  You're just in that initial mindset of `I can't', but just give
yourself a few seconds to adjust and relax.  Think of something that always
calms you down and focus on that.  Let your ass go totally relaxed and take
deep breaths.  Ignore me being inside you."

"Sure, that's easy.  It feels like someone drove a truck up inside me, and
not a regular truck, a monster truck," he complained again.

"Awww, that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all week," I commented
as I lay down on top of him to kiss his neck, while trying to slowly and
imperceptibly, get inside him, millimetre by millimetre.

He was pretty much doing everything except relaxing.  He was clamped onto
the bed, and biting the pillow as I entered him.  The sadistic 65% of me
wants to just slam the rest of the way in and get it over with, like
ripping off a band-aid.  The other 34% wanted to enjoy the journey into his
tight bussy, and have him begging for more by morning.  The last 1% was
wondering what type of rope was actually best for bondage.

"That's it, baby.  I'm all the way in," I said finally as I nibbled on his
ear, having given that last little thrust into him.

"Oh, thank god.  I feel like I'm being split in half," he replied.

"Don't worry, once we get going, it'll feel a hell of a lot better.  You'll
remember this fuck for along time," I said, almost as if I were bragging.
Let's face it, I'm bragging.

"I'll remember it alright.  My ass will never close up again," he
commented.

"It will, and you be begging for me to use you again."

"Begging seems like a strong word, except if I were begging you not to
shove that back up me again," he countered.

"I'm going to pull back and add a lot more lube before I begin fucking.  Be
sure to let me know if you're gonna cum before I do though."

"No fear of that.  My dick isn't even hard," he revealed.

That's pretty common for someone who isn't used to being a bottom.  I'm
sure it'll at least partially come back to life.  I began fucking him, and
he just held on as if we were in a squall at sea.  He was getting the ride
of his life, and I think he was actually sweating from it.  I flipped him
over at the halfway point, so I could see his face as I fucked.  He clearly
showed the discomfort each time I pushed balls deep into him, and I sort of
felt bad for him.  Not bad enough to stop, as you never know when you might
get another ride, but enough to notice he was struggling.

After three and a half hours of pummeling his ass...okay, I embellished.
It was more like 15 minutes, I reached for his cock and began to stroke it
as I fucked slow and gentle, but deep.  He finally sprung to life, and I
could see his face relax a good 5%.  As I felt my climax approaching, I
folded Garren in half as I leaned in and kissed him.  I grunted loudly, and
thrust hard inside him as I felt my cock pulsating as I achieved orgasm.  I
flooded his tight hole and let my whole body enjoy the feeling.  I lifted
my head to stare into his eyes as I grinned.

"Did you just cum?"  Garren asked as his eyes looked back at me.

"I did, and you have one hot ass," I said panting slightly.

"I have one wrecked ass," he complained.

I leaned down to kiss him again before replying.  "But you loved every
second of it."

"Not every second," he assured me quickly.  I gently pulled out and I could
see his face contort as my head finally popped free, and his ass snapped
shut with a clang.  A metaphorical clang, in case you think they actually
make a noise like that.

I rolled to the side and we intertwined for a bit as he calmed down.

"You have a really big dick," he said quietly as we looked at each other.
"Are most guys able to take that?"

"Eventually they do.  I mean it's not like slipping a finger up there.  You
have to prep first and stay relaxed.  Like you just experienced, it's much
more difficult when the guy is nervous and tense, but as soon as you relax
and let it happen, it becomes more enjoyable."

"I'm not sure I fully liked it.  I mean I felt my prostate respond a few
times, and I felt the sensation, but mostly it was just like my ass was
full, and I needed to get you out of it."

"You just need practice.  Don't worry, by morning you'll see the difference
once we've fucked a dozen more times.  I'll also let the guys know, and
they'll be happy to help.  I figure once in the morning, and once at night
each day should be enough to help you train your ass for dick long term."

"Couldn't I just be a top?"  He reasoned.

"Of course.  We need more tops, or who'd be left to fuck all the bottoms?"
I nodded.  "Just as long as you're a top who accepts he'll be getting
fucked a lot."  I grinned as I leaned in to kiss him again, and reached for
his cock.  "Now, what are we going to do with this thing?  Those balls feel
pretty full."

"Since I'm a top..." he said pausing for emphasis, "maybe I should fuck
you."

"I'd agree with that.  What's your favorite position?"

"I like most of them, but I guess if I had a favorite, it'd be doggy," he
replied.

"I'm a fan of that, but when I'm the top, I prefer missionary so I can
watch the guy's face and see his cock.  Of course, I also like cowboy.
We'll do that in the morning when we wake up.  I think it'll be hot
watching you bounce up and down on my morning wood, as I fondle your balls
while you fist your cock.  Then I can see you explode all over my chest."

"I like that position too," he admitted, "except the other way around.
Where I'm the one they're bouncing on."

"That's cute," I said patting him gently as if he'd said something funny.

We kissed a bit more until he was fully hard again.  I got on my hands and
knees and let him take me from behind.  I thought it was very considerate,
albeit it unnecessary, that he started slowly to let me get used to him.
Once he got going though, it would have taken as much to stop him as a
runaway train.  He had a firm grip on my hips and slammed into me deep on
each thrust.  Several times he pulled my ass back at the same time he was
driving in, which added intensity to it.  I was leaking precum by the time
he announced he was about to cum, so I grabbed my dick and flogged it for
all it was worth as he achieved lift off, and emptied himself into me.

"Holy fuck that was good," he panted as he collapsed on me, still slowly
moving his cock back and forth before slowly pulling out.  "You have one
great ass!"

"Thanks.  You're a pretty good lay yourself.  Just for that compliment,
I'll give you a ticket for another ride as soon as you're horny again."

He just smiled as we lay beside each other again.  We talked for a few
minutes before deciding we should go clean up.  We drained the cum out of
ourselves, then had a bit of a make out session in the shower.  We returned
to bed and cuddled up with each other to sleep.  Garren has no idea how
horny he made me, and I must have woken up at least four times ready to
fuck him.  I didn't as I figured he might freak out, but boy if he could
read my mind...

Around 5:30am, I woke up again, and decided to go downstairs to get some
water as my mouth was a bit dry.  I guess all that drooling over Garren has
dehydrated me.  I walked down to the kitchen and almost jumped out of my
skin when a voice from the darkened room spoke out.

"Hi Justin," Thad said softly.

"Geez Thad, you scared the crap out of me.  Wasn't expecting anyone to be
up at this hour.  You okay?"

"Yeah.  Just couldn't sleep.  It usually takes me a few days to get used to
someplace new, and I've never really slept in the same bed as anyone
before, so that didn't help."

"Are you all sleeping in Blake's bed?"  I asked as I got myself the water I
came down for.

"No.  Me and Blake are in his bed and Aiden is in the other bed.  Oh, sorry
I'm just in my underwear.  I didn't want to make too much noise getting
dressed."

I looked at him sitting on the stool at the island and smiled.  "In case
you haven't noticed, I'm not even wearing that much.  Like I said, I wasn't
expecting someone to be awake."

"It's okay.  Blake warned us that lots of times you guys don't wear
clothes."

I moved over to Thad, close enough so I could feel the heat emanating from
his body.  "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good.  Looking forward to going out to do Blake's YouTube stuff
tomorrow.  Should be pretty cool."

"He seems to be having fun with it.  Do you prefer to be called Thad or
Thaddeaus?" I asked since I'd never really had a one-on-one talk with him
before.

"How about Lil T-Dog?" He snickered.  "Joking.  Thad, definitely.  So, you
guys own that studio, huh?"

"We do.  Yes," I acknowledged.

"That's sweet.  Is that how Blake got such a leading role in the show?"

Why does everyone think that?  I guess nepotism is probably how many people
get their start at thing above their station.  "You'd think so, but no, he
did that all on his own.  Until Colin came to set, no one even knew he was
related to us.  You seem to be doing okay though.  I see you talking to
plenty of people and hanging out with them a lot.  Blake tells me that you
and him are very friendly with Victoria, who also seems to know how to work
a room."

"Yeah, she does.  Actually, that's the whole gig in Hollywood.  You gotta
network.  Get to know as many people as you can.  Do whatever it takes to
get noticed by as many people as possible.  You want your name to be the
first one on their mind when they go to cast a role," he said
informatively.

"I can see that.  Blake seems to be doing the same thing.  Of course,
Blake's idea of getting noticed is to take his clothes off."

"It kinda works for him.  Guess it helps he's a good-looking guy," Thad
commented.

"You're a pretty good-looking guy yourself.  I'm guessing that's how you
and Blake got in good with Victoria?  Probably taking your clothes off
didn't hurt, either," I teased.

"He told you that?" He asked shocked.

"Blake tells us everything.  We don't really have secrets around here, but
don't worry, what he tells us in the house, stays in the house.  We find
it's good to keep informed so we can help guide each other if we need to."

"That's cool.  He told you everything everything?"  He asked as if
searching for details.

"I never know for sure if he gives me every detail, but he usually doesn't
hold back.  Even if I would really like it some times if he would.  I do
know that you and him had a three-way with Victoria.  How'd that go?"

"Wow.  Wasn't expecting that," he said shaking his head slightly.  "Yeah,
it was actually a lot of fun.  I think Victoria enjoyed it a lot as she
suggested we should do it again."

"Have you done stuff like that before?"

"Not a lot, only a couple times really.  Like I said, you can't be shy in
this business or you'll never book a role.  I figure you give a little of
yourself to get a lot back," Thad commented.

"From what Blake tells me, you're not that little where it counts," I
teased.  "In the past, have your group things been with multiple guys, or
strictly girls?"

"I've only done two other three-ways things.  Mostly it's just one on one
stuff.  First time it was more like an audition where I had to show I was
sexy enough to do the role.  I hadn't really expected it so I was really
nervous.  Second time I did something it was a bit weird, so I guess the
three-way with Blake and Victoria was the first time it was just sort of
regular sex."

"Why was the second time weird?" I asked curiously.

"I ended up having sex with the producer's wife while he watched.  I think
I was both excited that I got to do a cougar, and horrified that some old
dude was watching me do it with his wife."

"Did you get the role at least?"

"I did," he grinned.  "That was the first time I ever used sex to get a
part."

"Was it worth it?"

"I'm not sure," he answered honestly.  "I got other roles after that as
well, maybe because of how awesome I was," he said, chuckling slightly.

I spun the bar stool slowly so that was facing me, allowing me to step
closer.  "Would it embarrass you if I revealed that Blake would agree that
you're good in bed?"

"Probably a little," he nodded.  "What did he tell you?"

So typical.  It's embarrassing, but they still want to know more.  This is
exactly like when you tell a straight boy they're not your type, and they
get upset about it and want to know why.

"Mostly how the two of you shared Victoria, which led to a few personal
moments between you and Blake as well.  I understand that pussy flavoured
dick is something you enjoy."

"Oh shit.  He shared that?"

"Like I said.  He shares a lot of things, whether we want to know or not.
Did you two fuck each other, or stop at blowjobs?  I know you both did
Victoria, I'm just curious how far it progressed in the three-way."

"Am I allowed to be talking to you about this?" he said swallowing
nervously.

"Why not?  I obviously know a few things anyway."  I placed my placed my
hands on his thighs and rubbed them slightly, before I reached up and took
hold of both sides of his underwear.  "Since I've heard about it, I'd love
to see what you're working with," I said as I stared into his eyes and
began pulling the shorts down.

He didn't try to stop me, nor did he hitch up to help make it easier.  He
just stayed in place without moving.  Once I got them far enough down at
the back, freeing his ass, the front was easy.  I peeled them down,
unveiling his package slowly, until it was completely visible.  I kept
lowering his shorts until they were past his knee and dropped to his ankles
by themselves.  I gently pushed his legs apart so I could get closer,
giving his junk a bit more space to expand, which it was doing quickly.

"I still can't believe Blake tells you all that stuff.  I don't even like
to tell my dad about when I shave," he admitted.

I reached up and touched his smooth face.  "How often are you shaving?"

"About once every two weeks now.  Sometimes more if I'm going on a date or
something.  Mostly the makeup people do it if they see a hair or
something."

"I'm guessing you don't shave the crotch," I said as I ran my fingers
through his bush.

"No.  I kinda like hair there.  Makes me look older.  I think I'm gonna
trim it so it's not so bushy, but I'm not sure how yet."

"Reasonable for a guy your age.  This isn't bad, dude.  I can see why
people would enjoy seeing you like this.  I'm almost jealous of those that
got to watch you use it in action," I said as I reached up to take hold of
his package as if weighing it.  "I can teach you how to manscape when
you're ready to do it."

"Just so you know, I'm actually straight," he revealed quickly as I gently
moved his legs further apart so I could get a little better access.

"Do you have a girlfriend at home?"  I asked ignoring his comment.

"I do.  I've had a few, but the one I'm with now is the best for sure."

"Is she cool with you fooling around with others like you do at the
studio?"

"God, no.  There's no way she'd be cool with that.  I think we sort of have
this understanding that when I'm off shooting, I get my freedom, but when
I'm home, we rarely hang out without each other."

"Does she know you have that sort of understanding?"  I asked as I fondled
his cock a bit more firmly.

"Nope.  It's just in my head," he smiled nervously.

"Have you ever suggested inviting someone else to join you when you have
sex?"

"I threw it out there once and she was actually horrified by the idea.  She
said there was no way she'd do it with another girl, and when I asked her
what if it were a boy, I think she was more into that idea, but thought
it'd be gross to see me doing it with another boy."

"Seems like Victoria doesn't mind," I teased.

"Victoria totally gets off on it," he said bluntly.  "She said next time
she wants to add another girl and have a four-way."

"Since you're straight, would your four-way just be you and Blake swapping
back and forth between the girls, or would it be anything goes?"

"I'm still debating it.  I mean he obviously told you about the blowjobs we
did, but to answer your other question, we never went further than that.
Mostly we were just focused on Victoria."

"Still sounds like a fun day," I laughed as I kept hold of Thad's junk,
gently fondling his balls.

He gotten hard almost as soon as I'd gotten his underwear off, and I could
feel him tensing up as he tried to deal with his dick being stroked.  Thad
was breathing irregularly and had begun leaking precum, which I took
advantage of, and used as lube for his shaft.

"Do you think he really likes boys as much as girls?"  Thad asked.

"I think so.  I've seen him do both, and I can't see any difference in his
enthusiasm."

"You've seen him having sex?"  He asked genuinely shocked.

"More than I ever wanted to.  We're pretty open around here, so it's not
unusual for something to happen poolside or in the steam room."

"That's pretty wild.  Not sure how I'd react if I got caught having sex,"
he admitted.  "I asked Blake if there were four really good-looking people
in front of him completely naked, two boys and two girls, who would he
choose.  He said it would depend on how he was feeling at that exact moment
in time.  He might be in the mood for hours and hours of romantic sex, so
might pick one of the girls, or he might just want to have a quick fuck to
bust one out, so for that he said he'd pick a guy, grab his hair, and fuck
the hell out of him.  Do you think he means that, or was that just sort of
boy bragging shit?"

"No, I think he'd mean it.  What about you?  I'm assuming you'd pick the
girls?"

"Every time," he laughed.  "I'd ask them both to join me though, not just
one."

"Now that could be fun.  You and Blake take all four at once.  Sounds like
the beginning of a great night.  Now how about another hypothetical.  Girls
are no longer having sex and you're only left with the two boys as options,
or no sex at all.  Would you pick them or go home alone?"

"No, I'd pick one of the guys.  I wouldn't take them both like I would with
girls, but I'd be okay with one.  Not sure how far I'd be able to go with
him, but I could go as far as blowjobs together."

"That's pretty progressive for a straight boy.  Just out of curiosity.  Are
you and Blake doing anything while you sleep in the same bed?"

"No.  With Aiden in the next bed right beside us, that would be very
difficult to explain if he woke up."

"No need to explain," I said with a smile, "Just invite him to join."

"Aiden?  No chance of that.  He locked the bathroom door when he took a
shower.  He's even sleeping in his t-shirt and underwear.  No way that guy
would consider even getting naked around us."

That sounds like a job for Super Justin!  "Fair enough.  Are you all
sleeping in your t-shirts and underwear?"  I asked as I gave his balls a
firmer squeeze.

"Blake was naked from the moment he got out of the shower.  Dude doesn't
care who sees him at all.  I started in just underwear, but Blake convinced
me to take them off as it'd be more comfortable," he said, giving the
long-winded answer.

"And you fell for that?"  I chuckled.  "Boy becomes an octopus around
anyone naked."

Thad grinned very nervously, and looked down.  "Seems familiar."

"Let me ask you this since you already mentioned blowjobs being okay.  Do
you prefer getting them or giving them?  I asked as I moved a hand to rub
his chest and feel his nipples.

He shook his head.  "Oh, I way prefer getting them, but I guess when you're
fooling around with another guy, you kinda gotta reciprocate, right?"

"Usually, but not always.  Especially if the guy knows you're straight.
Sometimes he might just be happy giving you head just to get you to cum."

"I think I'd like that kind of gay friend," he laughed nervously.
"Ummm...Justin can you maybe stop doing that right now?"

I immediately let go as that was a clear indication that consent had been
withdrawn.  "Sorry, I guess I got carried away since your dick is so nice."

"No, it's not that.  It's just if you kept going, I was gonna cum and I
didn't think I should make a mess all over your kitchen.  Plus, I should
probably get back upstairs."

I just smiled at him as I rested my hands on his thighs.  "Never feel bad
about blowing your load when you're getting some attention.  That's kinda
the whole point.  Plus, you have a nice dick, so it's actually fun to play
with," I said as I took a closer look at it.  Sitting here in the dark, he
looked between six and six and a half inches.

Thad looked up at me slowly.  "Ummm...Justin.  Can I ask you something?
Are you playing with my penis just to see me cum, or is it because you want
sex with me?"

"It's a shame you're not gay, Thad, because you'd already have your answer.
You'd be up in my room with your legs over my shoulders."

The wildly horny side of my brain was currently screaming loudly to lift
his legs onto my shoulders so I could fuck him, but the rational calm side
of me just said to stick with jerking him off.  We can always fuck him when
he comes back for more attention.  The teeny tiny part of my brain that
processes random shit was wondering if pickles and peanut butter was a good
combination.

"I'm guessing you're gay, huh?"

"I am.  No weird new labels for me.  Just simply gay.  If it's got a cock,
I'm interested.  Or a tight little ass...those are good too," I said
grinning at him.  "Do you have a tight little ass, Thad?"  I teased as I
rubbed his thigh and patted it a couple times.

"I probably do," he replied.

"From my standpoint, it's too bad you're not a little power bottom, but
thanks for letting me see this great erection.  I'm sure when word gets out
about how sexy you are, girls will line up for miles to hook up with you."

"They already do," he bragged.  "Blake and me are teaming up to find the
horniest and kinkiest girls there.  If you know any, let us know."

I stepped closer to place our cocks together.  Good thing I have big hands,
right?  "You know in an orgy; you might end up doing more than girls
though."

He swallowed a bit before speaking.  "I've never done a full orgy before,
but I think I could handle most things.  Have you been in one before?"

"Plenty," I said without trying to sound like I was bragging.  "The first
time is always a bit of an eye opener.  You could be right in the middle of
things, being groped and pawed from every direction.  You've got your dick
in someone, while something else brushes past your lips.  Could be a boob,
a pussy, or a cock.  You never know.  It's just as likely that while you're
fucking, someone is playing with your ass, either just to eat you out, or
maybe to prep you for a fuck of your own."

"Sounds both exciting and terrifying at the same time," he admitted.

"Can be a little of both.  I've been in situations where there are so many
people crushed against each other that you can't move.  You find yourself
being sucked and fucked repeatedly without knowing who it is.  Sometimes
fun, and sometimes you just want to get out of the middle and watch."

"I don't think I'd like that many people.  I'd probably get claustrophobic
in a case like that and panic."

"Just make sure you know what you're getting into.  I find that if I'm in
setting with people that horny, that you're going to do things you might
not do one on one.  My advice, just have fun with it and chalk it up to the
experience."

"I think I'd have fun.  Guess I won't know for sure until I try stuff.  I
think a four-way would be my next step.  See if I like that."

"Just make sure you do a four-way where everyone participates with everyone
else.  Being straight, you might enjoy watching two girls together, but
they'll be as equally turned on watching two boys."

"I'm learning that," he said with a bit of a smile.

I eased back from him letting our cocks have their own space, and removed
my hands from him.  "Normally, when a guy as cute as you has an erection in
my house, I take care of it.  Ideally, ending with him getting a good solid
fucking.  Maybe one day I'll get to try you out, but how about you do me a
favour tonight?"

He looked at me even more nervously than he'd been up to now, then looked
down at my erection.  "You want a blowjob?"

I laughed.  "No.  I mean if you ever want to do that, I'd never refuse, but
how about tonight, you take that erection back up to Blake's room and slide
it up inside him.  I think if the two of you played together more, you'd
lose a lot of the nerves when it came time to play in a group thing."

"I don't think he'd appreciate me trying to fuck him while he's sleeping,"
he reasoned.

"So, wake him up gently.  Tell him you're horny and show him your boner.
Trust me, that's all it'll take."

"Uhhh...not sure about that, but I think I should get back upstairs before
they notice I'm missing," he said as he slid forward off the bar stool,
forcing me to step back slightly.  He reached down to pull his underwear
back up before saying good night.

As I watched him walk away, I was already thinking about the orgy I should
arrange for them.  He's an interesting guy.  He also has this cute curly
type hair that I think makes him look even sexier while he's naked.  Just a
personal observation.  I look forward to Blake's stories about how far they
end up going together.  Meanwhile I raced back up to Garren's bedroom and
snuggled up against him, pressing my own erection between his legs.  I
stopped short of fucking him.

Saturday morning, Blake strolled into the bedroom and got into bed behind
me, then lifted up the covers to check both of us out.

"`Morning.  Something I can help you with?"  I asked groggily.

"Nope.  ADAM said you were in there with Garren, but I didn't believe him
so I came to check."

"You do know that ADAM is a computer and incapable of lying, right?"

"Until he becomes self aware and tries to take over the world," he grinned.

"Did you actually want something?"

"Just letting you know me and the guys are heading out.  We'll be back
before dinner.  Glad you guys finally got to have sex.  When Garren wakes
up, would you let him know it's my turn next?  Thanks.  Love ya, Dad.  See
ya," he said as he kissed me on the cheeks, got off the bed, and left.

"Is he serious?"  Garren asked quietly, startling me a little, as I had no
idea he was awake, although I probably should have guessed since Blake
isn't exactly quiet.

"You've met Blake, right?  I'd say he's at least serious adjacent," I said
smiling at him.  I reached over and ran my hand down his smooth back, and
over his plump firm globes.  He subtly opened his legs, and I ran my hand
down his crack to feel the back of his balls.  He moaned slightly.  "Nice.
I like a boy who wakes up horny."

"Then you're gonna like me.  Every morning it's the same thing.  I'm crazy
hard until I take care of it," he replied looking at me.  I think a boy is
at his best when he's face down, naked, and legs spread...oh, and horny.

I shuffled closer and leaned in to kiss him, which he happily returned.  I
was about to grab the lube and get on with the business of de-hornying him.
Not a real word, I know, but it conveys the message regardless.  As I got
into the kiss while continuing to run my hands over his smooth ass, the
bedroom door opened again.  I was about to yell at Blake to at least knock
before entering, but this time it was `Marvin' and Colin.  Why is everyone
up so early on a Saturday?  It's barely 10am.

"Looks like you two got along okay last night," `Marvin' said as he
approached.

From the outfit `Marvin' had on, he also looked like he'd had a good night,
or at least Colin did.

"What the hell are you wearing?"  Garren asked as he turned on his side to
look at our visitors.

"He was bad last night, so today he's being punished.  He gonna wear this
until midnight," Colin explained.

As we looked him over, he was wearing a leather collar and chest harness,
with the most significant look being the metal chastity cage around his
penis.  Colin spun his around to show us that he also had a butt plug in.

"He only gets to remove this when he needs the bathroom, or when someone
wants to fuck him," Colin told us as he tapped the butt plug firmly,
causing `Marvin' to react and moan.

"How do you pee with that on?"  Garren asked.

"It's open enough that you can still go," Colin remarked.  "You just need
to wash afterward.

"What happens if...you know...you get hard?"

"Then it hurts like hell," `Marvin' replied.  "That's the point of a
chastity cage.  It not only prevents you from jerking off, but it trains
you to control erections."

"Where the hell was that thing when I was 14?"  Garren laughed.

"So?  How'd it go last night?  Did you two have sex?"  `Marvin' asked as
they sat on the bed with us.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Garren chucked.

"I would, yeah," he replied.

"Yes, we had sex," Garren admitted grinning.  "Babe, after the night we
just had, you're gonna have to up your game from now on."

"Bitch," `Marvin' laughed.  "But I know what you mean.  I've had sex with
Justin, and I can see it being a game changer for a lot of guys."

"Stop.  I'm blushing," I teased as I pretended to fan myself.

"You misunderstood.  I meant a game changer as in anyone you have sex with
immediately changes to straight."

"Rude.  Isn't that a punishable offense or something, Colin?  Can't you zap
the shock collar?"  I asked, moving in to look at `Marvin's collar as if
searching for the switch.

"It's just a collar.  Not a shock collar," Colin replied.

"Missed opportunity right there," I said shaking my head.

"I was just joking," `Marvin' replied.  Guess he was scared of punishment.
"You're actually incredible at sex.  You should teach courses on it."

"I'd like to thank the academy for the award.  Huge appreciation goes out
to all the delicious little people along the way that helped me become the
man I am today.  I'd also like to thank the eight and a half inches between
my legs that helped me perfect my stunning abilities."

"Oh brother.  Shut up!"  Colin laughed.  "Jesus, don't give him ideas about
becoming a sex instructor."

"Too late.  I'm setting up an office at the Academy," I chuckled.

`Marvin' looked over at his boyfriend.  "Did you bottom for Justin, babe?"

"I'm a top," Garren replied quickly.

"That wasn't really the question, was it?  You know I can just spread those
cheeks and look for myself," `Marvin' said as he reached for the covers.

"Yeah, I bottomed," he capitulated.

"He was about to bottom again when you interlopers busted in on us."

"Excellent, we'd like to see that," Colin said in is take charge voice.
"Boy, get the lube and prepare your boyfriend's hole for entry.  Do a good
job and I'll let you suck my dick while they fuck."

"Yes, sir," `Marvin' replied as he performed the order.

I wonder if having a lube boy is separate from having a houseboy, or is it
technically the same position?  Both are handy, that's for sure.  Although,
if I'm being honest right now, I'm thinking of the new sign for my office.
`Justin Masters, Sex Professor.'  Those therapy session have got to be
better than the ones I do now.  An hour in a chair listening to some client
with a screw loose isn't high up on my list of excitement.  Nate loves it
as he enjoys seeing them get better.  I thought it'd be more exciting.  Sex
professor is more along my expertise.  An hour with a naked boy?  AND you
can charge them for the therapy?  Why has no one thought of doing this?
You could be a billionaire.

Back to the current moment though.  After `Marvin' lubed Garren up, he
proceeded to get me ready.  Which, let's be honest, doesn't take much.  I
was already partially hard, and as soon as he stroked lube onto my shaft a
couple times, I was already revved up and ready to roar.  That's a racing
reference in case I wasn't being clear, not being a racer and all.

I rolled on top of Garren, who spread his legs to make room for me.
`Marvin' and Colin sat on the bed beside us to watch.  I entered slowly,
while Garren worked hard to control his breathing and relax.  Now that he
had an audience, I guess he wants to put on a good show, like any
professional actor.  Now he's just acting like a bottom.  I was going
deliberately slow so that he could take all of me on the first push.

`Marvin' reached over and jiggled Garren's ass cheeks.  "Hell yeah, baby.
Take that big dick.  Fuck that's hot," he encouraged.  "Sir, could you
please take off the chastity cage so I can get in on this?"

"No.  Learn to control yourself.  For even being disrespectful enough to
ask, I'm going to let your boyfriend suck your balls while he's getting
fucked.  Let's see how much control you really have."

"Sir, please don't make me do that.  I won't be able to stay soft, and
it'll hurt if you don't release me," he begged.

As hot as their roleplaying is and was turning me on, is anyone actually
paying attention to me fucking this top?  It's some of my best work.  Some
of my best work this morning, anyway.  I was slowly fucking Garren, using
the full length of my dick so he'd get maximum enjoyment out of it.

Colin and `Marvin' were still off in their own world.  "The whole reason
you're in this outfit is because you have forgotten your training, now
you're still being a whiny bitch.  Guess you need more training."  As he
said it, he reached over and pulled the butt plug firmly out of his ass in
one fast pop.  Like when you do the finger in the cheek thing to make the
same sound.

Colin scrambled around to sit on the pillow, and lifted Garren's head up so
he could slide into position.  He then pushed his cock upright and told
Garren to enjoy it, as he lowered his head down.  I half expected Garren to
resist, but he opened up and went down in him.  Okay, this is getting good.
Where has THIS Garren been for the past few weeks?

Colin let Garren continue for a good 30 seconds before he pushed him off
and showed his firm pole to `Marvin'.  "Since you continue to be
disrespectful, it's time to show you some real punishment.  Get over here
and sit down on this.  Let your boyfriend watch as I take you right in
front of him.  Then he can lick both our balls while you try to handle the
pain of getting an erection inside your cage."

I wanted to say that that sounded more than a little cruel, but frankly I
wanted to see it.  I'm pretty sure it'll make me cum.

`Marvin' straddled Colin, facing Garren and me, then lowered himself onto
Colin's upright cock.  I'm guessing he was already lubed up.  Either that,
or he was amazing at being dry fucked.  As soon as he was fully seated on
Colin's cock, he leaned back slightly to allow his nipples to be played
with as he moved up and down.  I carefully watched his cock as it expanded
inside the cage, and his face was clearly registering his discomfort.  Does
it make me some sort of masochist (or is it sadist?  I never remember which
is which) if it turns me on watching `Marvin' struggle?

"Garren, lean in and suck on our balls.  I wanna cum in him, and let's see
how much he can handle with that cage on.  Ideally, I'd like to see him
bust one out in it.  Never seen that happen before."

Garren moved to suck both sets of balls in front of him and I just started
to pound him harder.  This was hot as hell.  I got a top to bottom for my
big dick, while his boyfriend, being controlled by my husband, was locked
in a cock cage.  They were both having their balls sucked by the same guy
that only a day ago didn't like even taking his shirt off in front of us.
How could you not enjoy this type of start to a day?

I was the first to cum, which is disappointing, as the professor shouldn't
be the one to reach orgasm first.  Or should he?  I guess lead by example
could be a thing.  Colin came next, which was exciting to watch as he
pushed `Marvin' up until his cock sprung free.  He held Garren's head into
place and had him continuing sucking their balls as cum flowed over them.
This is some seriously kinky shit.  I'm adding that to the advanced lesson
plan.  I pulled out of Garren, slowly, as to not cause pain, unlike Colin
who seemed happy to inflict it on `Marvin'.  Not only did he not get to
cum, he was left with blue balls and a strained erection inside his metal
cage.

Colin had Garren flip over onto his back, and made `Marvin' and I suck him
to completion, which was followed up by an order to lick him clean.  Not
sure how I suddenly became a submissive to Colin, but I wasn't hating it.
Mostly because I'd have done this anyway.  With or without our morning
visitors.  We went to clean up and Colin seemed to soften his stance as he
removed `Marvin' from his restraints, saying that he'd redeemed himself and
had been punished enough.

"Does that mean I can suck him off?"  I asked, licking my lips ready to
drop to my knees at the first command.

"No, he may be free, but he can't cum until I give him permission.  I was
thinking tonight, we strap `Marvin' down, grab whoever is home and fuck him
in a 30 second rotations until we've all cum."

"What's that?"  Garren asked as he wiped water from his face.

"When you fuck him, you do it for 30 seconds, then pull out and let the
next guy go.  We keep going until we've all cum in him.  If he cums first,
we punish him."

"Can we play with his dick while we fuck?" I asked as I wanted to get all
the rules in advance.  I hate games that suddenly introduce new rules part
way into them.

"That's the fun of having a submissive," Colin grinned.  "While one is
fucking, the others can do whatever they like to make him cum.  Give him a
dick to suck, play with his nipples.  Whatever you think will get him off.
Nothing more difficult than continuing to get constantly fucked after
you've cum."

"You want us to have an orgy tonight?"  Garren asked for clarification.

"No.  It's a gang bang," Colin replied.  "We don't do each other, we only
use `Marvin'.  An orgy would be all of us hooking up together.  I didn't
think you were into that considering how reserved you've been.  At least up
until last night.  Our gang bang means you only have to do your boyfriend,
but you'll also get to see all of us do him too.  If he had just remembered
his lessons last night, he wouldn't be getting punished today."

"Sorry, sir," `Marvin' said trying to look pitiful.

"Too little, too late.  We're shredding your ass tonight."

Once our shower was over, we left Garren and `Marvin' to get ready, and
went back to our room.

"Did you have fun?"  Colin asked pulling me into a hug and gave me a kiss.

"Did you?"  I grinned back.  "It was so hot getting up inside him,
especially when he kept reminding me that he was only a top.  I'm guessing
you and `Marvin' had a good time?  Was he really that disobedient though?"

"Not at all.  We figured it'd just be fun to surprise the two of you.  Do
you think Garren was okay with it?"

"I dunno, he's a tough guy to read.  He acts standoffish about things, but
once we started something he was totally into it.  If you'd asked him if he
wanted to play like we just did, I'm sure he'd have said no, but just
having him join in, he seemed to have fun," I hypothesized.

"Guess we'll know if they pack up to leave," Colin laughed.  "Should we go
through with the gang bang tonight?"

"I'd read the room throughout the day and see what `Marvin' says.
Personally, we should swap `Marvin' for Garren and work on turning our top
into a power bottom.  At the very least, you should have a turn fucking
him."

"I'll leave that to you.  I prefer `Marvin', second only to you, that is,"
he said as I got another hug and kiss.

We had a basically chill type of day around the house.  J.J. was over at
Quinn's for the day, and with Blake out with the boys, the house was
actually quiet.  The only noise I heard towards later afternoon turned out
to be Razor and Porter smoking pot in the center of the hedge maze.  I went
to check on them, but as I got to the middle of the hedge, they were fully
engaged with each other.  Razor was on Porter's lap riding him as they blew
smoke between them, getting more and more stoned.  I stood out of their
sight line to watch for a bit before leaving.  Not sure how those two ended
up together since there was no sign of Troy or Ben anywhere.  I'll find out
about that later, but I'm just glad everyone gets along.

Colin and I did what rich people do...that's right...we went grocery
shopping.  Not sure why we actually did it, as that's one of the tasks
Merrick and Dakota were responsible for now.  It was sort of fun walking up
and down the aisles with our shopping cart, being super gay together.  When
Colin fed me grapes at the big grape feeding counter, we got into trouble.
Apparently, that's how they sell them, not actually a feeding counter.
Good thing we didn't get caught in the sausage aisle, and I'm sure people
wondered why I was giggling in the eggplant area.  I did check to see which
were firmer, the peaches or Colin's butt cheeks.  It was Colin, obviously,
but now I really have a craving for peaches.  We only picked up normal
food, not the fancy named stuff that Merrick uses.  We'll save that for his
creative mind.

"I was wondering who sets the budget for a show like `Blurred Lines'?  I
asked Colin as we worked through our conversation, and each aisle.

"Could be anyone that wants to see the show on the air.  They agreed to a
budget and then green light the project.  It's up to the team to keep
within those limits," he replied.

"Do the budgets ever change if they decide they need more to make it
worthwhile?"

"I'm sure they do.  From what I know, a show usually lives within its
budget for the first season and does the best they can to make the show
viable.  Once the viewer reactions come in, it usually determines how the
show will proceed.  It could be cancelled, given a budget increase for a
bigger second season, or just given a cautionary green light with similar
budget to see if the next season grabs more attention."

"Did our show get a budget increase?"

"It did.  About half a million per episode.  Not a lot.  Just enough to
cover an increase in salaries for the returning cast and to give them a bit
more flexibility with additional sets."

"Ummm, I know Garren is hoping to be promoted to main cast.  Think if the
show got more money, he could be moved up this season?"  I asked staring at
him.

His face broke into a big grin.  "So that's what you're up to.  You spend
one night with him, and now you're looking for a way to keep him here as
much as `Marvin'.  So what is this?  I get `Marvin' for our game and you
keep Garren company each time?  You know you could just join in with me and
`Marvin', right?"

"Yeah, but everyone would be way happier if Garren was just staying too," I
reasoned.  "I talked to Harvell and he said it would take about $300,000 to
add a new main cast member.  I'm guessing that includes writing him into
the script more as well."

He just grinned again.  "Sounds like you've been doing your homework.  Let
me guess, you want the budget increased by $300,000 for the season?"

"I was thinking $600,000.  I could put the money up myself if that would be
easier.  I could be an investor and get a percentage of any profit the show
makes."

"You could, or I could just call the studio and have the budget increased.
We'd still share in the profit, and it'd be a lot less complicated than
having to write a separate agreement to cover the money you invest.  So why
$600,000?  Who else are you looking to promote?"

"London," I replied.

Colin's face lit up and he just shook his head.  "NOW it makes sense.  This
isn't about Garren at all, is it?"

"Sure it is.  He gets a new series as main cast and it helps his career.
He's happier.  `Marvin' is happier.  We all get them around longer, so
we're happier."

"And you make London happier?"  He reasoned.

"What?  You don't think he'd be appreciative at being given his first
regular role in a series?  He did say he'd do anything for a chance like
that."

Colin laughed hard.  "Does he know what that meant in your ears?"

"How could you misinterpret that?  He said "I'd do anything for a role like
that.  Just nothing illegal.  Throwing his legs over my shoulders while I
open up that virgin ass, is within those parameters."

"Do you realize how many boys you could rent for $300,000?  Seems a little
excessive, even for you," he said as he stared into my eyes.

"I actually do want to see the guy succeed.  If giving him this role helps,
then down the road if he becomes famous, I'll feel good that I was able to
help grow his career.  If he doesn't become successful, then at least I'll
be able to claim that I took his virginity, at least some of it.  But
mostly I think the guy could be a real teen idol if he gets the exposure."

"Seems like you'd be okay with anything that involved him being exposed.
Normally, I wouldn't interfere with a show, as that's up to the studio, but
I can see us investing in both Garren and London.  It'll be interesting to
see how it goes."

"It's gone well so far.  I've already had Garren," I teased.

"Shut up.  I wonder if London would be more appreciative to you or me once
he learns he's got the promotion.  Seems like I could scoop him right out
from under you."

"Seems to me that if he were under me already, you'd be too late," I
giggled.

When Blake and the guys finally returned from their YouTube filming, it was
dinner time.  My guess is that they only came home because they were
hungry.  Aiden hadn't returned with them as he apparently had to get back
to his hotel.  Thad was still hanging with the other four.

"How'd the filming go?"  I asked.

"Great.  We got lots of good footage.  All we have to do now is download it
all and start the editing," Cory replied.

"That takes the longest," Darcy added.

"Even longer when we have to cut out the parts where Thad and Blake flashed
the camera.  No way YouTube would let naked butts in the videos," Layne
laughed.

"Make sure you cut and delete that footage from the computer completely," I
reminded them.

"We do, Dad," Blake replied.  "We use the same encryption software wiper
that the home security system uses.  I got it from our tech guy."

"Good.  Last thing we want is for someone to get committed to an insane
asylum for having seen video of you naked.  Gouging out of eyes is never a
pleasant thing to see."

"Ha!  If anyone saw videos of me without clothes, it'd break the internet
with so much traffic to my site.  Anyway, it's not like someone couldn't
just come over and see me naked if they were that desperate to see a
perfect male figure.  Right guys?"

"Dunno," Layne shrugged.  "We haven't seen a perfect male figure yet."

The others laughed.  The boys disappeared upstairs for a bit; I'm assuming
to work on the next phase of their video.  Sometime between then and
dinner, Thad returned downstairs looking for me.

"Hey Justin.  Sorry again about scaring you this morning by being in your
kitchen."

"No need to apologize.  I enjoyed talking to you," I replied.

"Are you gonna be on more episodes of our show?  I think it's cool having
all three of you there.  Makes the whole triplet plot seem more real for
all of us.  It's way easier to remember which character is which if you're
all actually different people."

"I'm sure there's some truth to that, but I think they change J.P.'s look
enough that you can distinguish between them."

"I guess.  Ummm...so you remember this morning when you came downstairs?"

Didn't he just mention it like 20 seconds ago?  Does he think I have old
person memory brain or something?  "Yes.  Vividly," I grinned.

"And you weren't wearing anything," he added.

"Yes.  Like I said.  Sorry about that, I just wasn't expecting anyone to be
in the kitchen at that hour."

"No, it's good.  I wanted to apologize for not...you know...doing a blowjob
or something.  I was super nervous about getting caught, and I kinda don't
really know you, except for the time on set, and the fact you're Blake's
dad."

"Buddy, you don't have to apologize for something like that.  I should be
the one apologizing.  I wanted to see you what you had, and sometimes my
brain is only operating at half capacity, which is usually the horny side.
I wasn't kidding that if you'd been gay, I'd have taken you to bed, but
that was a bit inappropriate in the moment.  So, sorry."

"It's all good.  I'm not scared of fooling around with a guy when the
setting is right, but being in a strange house for the first time with my
friend's dad, wasn't the setting I'd imagine," he reasoned.  "Ummm...just
so you know.  If you do actually want to do something with me some day, I
think I'd be okay with it."

I almost missed that reveal as I was still thinking about how to apologize
more.  "Ummm...thanks.  Are you saying that because you're a horny
16-year-old who didn't get laid today, or would you really be okay with me
fucking you?"

"Maybe not fucking," he said quickly.  "I know I'm okay with blowjobs.
Like both ways.  But not sure about jumping into bed with a guy just so he
could fuck me.  It'd have to be more natural and in the moment, if that
makes sense."

"Totally.  You'd be surprised how many guys learn about their prostate that
way.  Typically at a party where they get drunk and stoned, and something
just happens.  They learn about themselves and have deniability if someone
mentions it."

Thad laughed.  "Yeah.  That's how I'd be for sure."

"That might not be something to reveal," I said with a grin.  "I mean right
now you're making me so horny, that if you had alcohol or drugs in you, I'd
already be inside you right here on this couch."

He looked at the couch as if actually imagining it in his head.

"I still can't believe that Blake told you we all fooled around together.
No way in a million years would I tell my parents who I was hooking up
with.  They know I have a girlfriend, but I doubt they think we're having
sex, and I'm sure not talking about it with them."

"Blake's an open book.  Spend time around here, and you'll see that first
hand."

"Already did.  Half the shit I'd be way to nervous to talk about,
especially around people I barely knew."

"Hey!  So that's where you went," Blake boomed as he came across the room
with Layne, Darcy, and Cory in tow.  "Why you hanging out with Justin?"

"Just talking about the studio and movies," he replied quickly as he tried
to compose himself.

Blake laughed.  "Justin doesn't know much about that stuff.  I could tell
you way more.  Merrick said dinner is in 40 minutes, so we're going to the
games room for a couple games of bowling.  You coming?"

"Sure.  Cool."

"Later Dad," Blake said as he gave me a smirk and the dual fingers to the
eyes thing, to indicate he was watching me.  If he really wants to watch
me, be upstairs after dinner where I'll be `talking movies and stuff' with
Thad.  Likely there won't be a lot of talking.

Bad news is dinner came and went, but the boys just went...as in went home
before I could take Thad upstairs.  We also didn't end up having the gang
bang with Garren that night, as I think he needed time to process what had
already taken place.  Personally, I'm assuming he was still contemplating
what to do about the suggestion from the executive producer.  I talked to
Colin about my idea, and asked if I could use his name to accomplish it.  I
didn't reveal any confidence between Garren and myself, opting only to say
that I'd like Garren to stick around longer and have more episodes.  He
gave me permission, so I was all set.

By the time Monday morning arrived, I was ready to get back on set and
finished these last two days strong.  I had to be woken up three times,
before I finally got out of bed.  Maybe `strong' was overstating it a bit.
I was also still on my mission to get London before this all wrapped up.
Let's be honest.  If I can't get London into bed, maybe I am losing my
touch, and perhaps 23 is the upper limit for being cute.  What's after
cute?  Handsome?  Then `good looking for an older guy'?  Which is then
followed by `wow you can still get it up, impressive', and finally, `you're
still alive'?"  But I have no idea what comes after that, which I'm
guessing is around 50.

Everyone looked so chipper for a Monday.  Normally it would be a few
pleasant groans and head nods as they held up a steaming cup of coffee.
Here we could hold up breakfast burritos as well, but everyone was acting
like it was a Friday afternoon they were so pleasant.

"Good morning, Harvell," I said as I bumped into him at craft services.  It
looked like a casual greeting, but I'd timed my arrival to coincide with
his.

"Good morning," he replied.

"Justin," I told him.  You get used to it.

"Right.  Sorry.  I still have a terrible time telling you three apart
except when you're sitting in front of your name plates.  Are you still
enjoying being on set?"

"I am, actually.  I've learned a lot about how films are made," I nodded as
we picked up food.

"Any interest in being an actor full time?"

"None, we'll leave that to J.P.," I grinned.  "We were talking about that
over the weekend actually.  J.P. asked if we'd be into doing more episodes
with him."

"And would you?"

"Not like it was this week.  Maybe a short scene to solidify the triplet
plot in your show, but not all the time.  Colin really likes the show.
When he was here visiting last week, he mentioned how much he liked
Garren's character, the drug dealer.  He thinks it adds some depth to the
show.  Personally, I just think he has a crush on him.  Garren, not the
drug dealer," I clarified.

Harvell gave a small laugh.

"I guess that's one way to keep Colin interested in the show.  Sprinkle
Garren in here and there.  I haven't told him that his character only gets
to do three episodes," I said, still acting innocent with a sweet smile.

"I think I read in the production notes that he's extended to five episodes
now," Harvell replied.

"That's good.  Not sure I want my husband drooling over the guy, but if it
keeps his interest, it keeps the show going, and J.P. gets to keep acting.
I suppose I can handle a horny husband after each show airs."

"Keeps all of us working too if we continue to get greenlit for each
season," Harvell added.

"Just what I need, several more seasons of Colin glued to his screen for a
glimpse of Garren.  Next thing I know, he tells all his friends, and we're
hosting `drink when you see Garren' parties.  He's never happy when they
kill off a character he's googly eyed about.  I think it's a pet peeve of
his that the cute guy always gets killed off first in every show.  One day
he's likely to fund a show comprised entirely of only guys he likes.  Not
sure it'd be any good, but it'd be fun to look at.  Personally, you should
kill off Blake before he gets a big head."

"Isn't Blake your son?"  He asked.  "So, you know we're already too late
for the big head thing, right?"

"Nice.  You know him well.  Anyway, if you're planning on killing off
Garren's character, maybe stretch out his episodes so that he looks like
he's in all of them.  You kill him off after episode three or five, and
Colin's likely to kill your show," I said throwing out a fake laugh.  Sort
of a guffaw, if you like.

"Good to know.  I guess you have a lot of insight into things that others
around here may not.  Do you know of any upcoming big projects that might
be in the pipeline, or being pitched?"

Boy is this guy transparent.  "No, I don't really stick my nose into things
like that, but I guess I could ask around.  Personally, I'm hoping for some
big blockbusters where we get A-list celebrities.  Do you only direct TV
shows, or do you branch into movies as well?  Not sure how that all works?
Do you specialize in one over the other?"

"No, there's more opportunity in TV, but you get noticed more for work in
movies," Harvell replied.

"Do you have a specific type of movie you want to direct?"

"I'd like to do something meaningful, not some stupid slapstick comedy
shit.  Something that gets people talking," he said thoughtfully.

"Cool.  I can ask Colin what he knows.  Oh, hypothetically, if I arranged
for the show to have another $600,000 for the season, do you think it would
be enough to promote two people and increase their screen time?
Hypothetically."

"Sure.  We could do a lot with that kind of increase.  I'm guessing one
that you'd want to see promoted would be Garren?"  Such an astute director.

"Would really solve the whole don't kill off the cute guy problem, and keep
Colin happy, don't you think?"

"Hey, if that's what it takes to keep the show going, I'm not going to
object.  I could instruct the writers to give more depth to his character.
Who's the second guy you'd be interested in?"

"London.  He's got potential, so I'd like to see him be given a chance to
succeed."

"He's a good-looking boy, but I don't think he's got what it takes to make
it long term in the business.  I have a feeling as he gets older and his
teen idol look disappears, he may not be left with much."

"That seems harsh," I said seriously.  "Perhaps all he needs is more time
in front of the camera."

"Perhaps, but I've seen hundreds of his kind come and go.  They look the
part, but they just don't have the charisma to pull in the viewers or add
to the plot.  His acting skills are a bit weak, but that being said, I
don't disagree that more screen time is always nice for these young actors.
If you're footing the bill, I'd happily write him in.  I just need
confirmation from the studio executives that the budget is increased."

"I'm on it.  Meanwhile, I'm looking forward to seeing the wrap on this
episode.  It's been fun and all, but time to get back to my other life."

"You did well for it being the first time in front of the camera," he said.
"I enjoyed having all three of you on set, even if I couldn't tell who was
who."

"We get used to it.  Just point at which one you want when you're talking
to us."

He laughed.  "I'll try to remember that.  Maybe you could have shirts
embroidered with your names."

"I'll look into it," I nodded with a smile as I let him get on with his
day.

I also got on with my day, which started with me phoning Colin to tell him
I'd like to go ahead with the budget increase for the show.  As usual he
was ahead of me and had already approved it.  They were just waiting to
hear from me that it was a go.  Before I could go do that I had to get to
the hair and spackle trailer.  It was a shirtless day on set for most guys,
which, let's be honest are my second favorite days, right behind naked
shower scene day.  Today appeared to be a gym day, and I laughed when I
read what the plan was.

The scenario was that the coach would be trying to teach the players how to
be a better team, and had arranged for them to be in a ballet class.  This
should be interesting.  If you want to keep a wide variety of viewers, you
have to appeal to everyone.  Most would enjoy watching the girls in ballet
outfits, while straight guys would cringe and sympathize with the football
jocks.  Gay guys would hit pause repeatedly as they tried to focus on what
might be visible in the bulges of the tights on the boys.  Not to mention
that the script called for most of the lead characters to be shirtless.  I
wouldn't object to watching this being filmed.  North was part of the team
in this setting, as was Anthony, but as always, they were in the background
being quiet.

The scene began with the boys arriving in the gym, dressed in their regular
t-shirts and shorts.  "What are we doing in here after hours, coach?" One
player asked, starting off the dialogue.

"Boys, you have the grace of drunk rhinos out on the field.  You aren't
focused, and your team work is almost non-existent.  We're going to change
that, or die trying.  Let me introduce you to Miss Henrie and her junior
ballet team.  They have graciously agreed to help us out," he said
grinning, as he went over to Miss Henrie to say hello.  "Thank you for
letting the boys join in with you.  I think they'll get a lot out of
ballet.  Could you tell us what they need to succeed?"

It was now time for the boys to react to what they were hearing from their
coach, and all began speaking at once, getting louder and louder, until the
coach blew the whistle to shut them up.

It always seems random to me when lots of people speak at once, but it's
all scripted.  Who knew.

"This is what I'm talking about, boys.  You can't focus for ten seconds.
Miss Henrie, the floor is yours."

"Gentlemen, ladies.  We are going to teach you the basics of ballet.  It'll
focus your mind, enhance your flexibility, improve your coordination,
correct your posture, and teach you to take instructions clearly.  We'll
begin by teaching you the five starting positions, and work towards
choreography as you progress.  Each class will be one hour.  Coach," she
said formally as she stepped back to the girls.

"These classes will be in addition to our regular practices," the coach
added.

"How long is that going to be for, coach?"  J.P. (as Kriss), asked.

"Until I tell you.  Any more questions Mr. Griffin?"

"No coach," he replied.

I noticed that there were several cameras running for this.  One was
handheld and right up close to the action.  Another was on a cart being
pushed around.  Two were at the outer edges, no doubt getting the longer
shots and one was overhead.  I'm guessing they want to get this in as few
takes as possible.

"Oh boys, some even better news for you.  As a thank you to the ballet
class, you'll not only learn skills that most athletes find extremely
useful in sports, but at the end of this, you'll be performing the entire
ballet you learn on stage in front of an audience."

"Oh, HELL NO!"  Crash yelled out in horror.  Thad seems like a really good
actor, and if I wasn't focused on watching all the cameras and crew, I'd
definitely be paying more attention to him, especially considering I'd
already invested some time in to him.

"Oh hell, yes," the coach grinned.  "Boys, I've heard it all before.
Ballet is for girls; we'll get made fun of.  Whatever you think you're
about to say, save it.  You either do ballet with the team, and I promise
you'll be much better players as a result, or there's the door," he said
pointing.  Good thing the camera didn't follow his hand, as there's nothing
there except a big open studio area with lights and cameras.  "Bottom line,
if you want to play football, this is mandatory."

Every guy immediately began talking, resulting in the coach blowing the
whistle again.

"The team has decided that none of us are going to do ballet, coach,"
Cameron's character, Eldon, said confidently.  "You can't kick all of us
off the team if we refuse."

"How very Gen Z of you Mr. Packard.  If that's how you all feel, I'm happy
to dissolve the senior football team and move the juniors into your spot.
Easier for me that way as I'll them for a couple extra years and can build
a solid team with them.  I'm sure they'll take ballet to ensure they're a
winning team.  So what'll it be, boys? You decide in the next 60 seconds,
or the team is folded.  Take one step forward if you're on the team and
joining ballet, or head out if you're not."

He moved over to Miss Henrie, and leaned in as if talking to her.
Meanwhile, the cameras had moved in on the boys as they all became animated
talking to each other.  Even the quiet, huddled, talking was louder than
you'd normally expect, but I guess the microphones have to hear them for
the plot.  Slowly, one boy at a time stepped forward, leaving only four
undecided.  I'd already read the script, so I knew what was about to
happen, but I focused anyway as if I were anticipating the drama ahead.

"No way," one boy said as he shook his head, turned, and walked off.  He
stopped once he'd gotten past the view of the camera.

Another was convinced by his friend to step forward, leaving only two.
"Fuck this.  You're not seriously staying to be part of this fairy fest,
are you?"  He said looking at what I assumed would be his friend on the
show.

"I want to play football, so yeah, kinda," the guy replied.

"Whatever.  Not even football would be worth that humiliation.  Fuck you,
you fairies," he yelled as he stomped off in anger, leaving the last boy to
step forward with the rest of the team.  If you were watching this on TV,
you could almost see who would and wouldn't do the ballet as the guys who
left were basically just extras.  Extras with a talking part though.

"Alright boys, good decision.  Now we just need to get you properly
dressed," the coach said with almost an evil smirk.

"For the record coach, if you think I'm wearing a tutu, I'll transfer
schools," Shayne (London) said quickly.

"Boys do not wear tutu's," Miss Henrie said quickly.

"That's good," Shayne nodded.

"Gentlemen, you may now head to the locker room to get changed.  Your
outfits are waiting for you," she smiled sweetly.

"And...cut!" the director yelled and things came to a stop.  "Alright let's
reset and go again."

They reviewed what they had filmed and after a couple consultations, they
made some adjustments and went again.  Once that was over, the guys were
sent off to change for their next scene.  It was basically a fast wardrobe
change as the cameras stayed on the gym set.  I read the sides earlier, so
I knew that they'd be doing the locker room change scene later in the day
after the ballet lesson scene was finished.

When they all arrived back on set in their new outfits, no one said
anything, as they were all professional actors.  It would be much different
reaction if this were real life.  Everyone got into position for the start
of the scene which had the boys arriving from the locker room, heading
towards the girls.  Some confident, some painfully aware of their attire,
and others openly embarrassed about it as they held their arm strategically
over their crotches.  Half of the boys were in a white leotard and black
tights, the other half were shirtless, in just the black tights.  All very
form fitting, and it looks like all of them have been stuffing the lower
frontal areas.

"We look stupid coach," Shayne/London complained, as the scene began.

"As opposed to how stupid you look losing every game.  You'll live through
the embarrassment.  Boys, I'll say it one more time.  Either you
participate and get all the benefits out of these sessions, or I'll cut you
from the team and find others hungrier for a winning season."

The ballet lessons began bit by bit, and retake after retake.  The idea
here was to film the entire ballet session at once.  The guys would start
out as awkward and overly clumsy, taking it mostly as a joke between
themselves, but eventually move to where they were adequate at ballet, with
a couple of stand out stars shining through.  I have a feeling that may
lead to another plot line.  I've seen it in shows before.  Some
psychopathic unruly teen finds his path of enlightenment in something so
far out of his comfort zone that he changes to embrace it completely.

None of the guys had taken ballet lessons.  At least not that I knew of, so
this first scene was truly showing how bad they were at it.  Even just the
limbering up and lifting a leg up onto the bar on the wall proved a
challenge for some.  When the girls showed the move and did splits and
stretches, half the boys groaned in sympathetic pain as they imagined doing
it.  This scene went on for hours with several breaks along the way.  I
wondered if they would be showing this as one long scene in the show or
breaking it up over several episodes.  Maybe it'd be a montage kind of
thing where they speed it all up to show how the boys improve.

However they were going to play it out, it was obvious that, at least for
today, these boys would not be experts in ballet anytime soon.  Watching a
few of the actors, I think some of the extras may be actual ballet dancers
as they sure seemed like they had more moves than most of the boys.  Wonder
what a ballet dancer would be like in bed with that flexibility?  The
spinning thing would make me dizzy as fuck though, and probably set my dick
on fire, as he spun around on it.

The whole scene was pretty good, but exhausting to watch as they stopped
and started various things.  Sometimes wide shots, other times close-ups on
one character or another.  By the time it was over, I think every guy was
relieved to be able to get out of the ballet outfits.  After a break for
lunch, they moved to do a locker scene with the boys.  I grabbed a snack
and a chair to ensure I had a front row seat to this.

The boys were back in the same outfits that we'd begun the day in, and this
scene was obviously meant to be right after the boys had been sent to the
locker room to change for ballet.  Damn it's confusing when they film out
of order.  I would be so lost if I were an actor.  Imagine filming some
really emotional death scene, or terminal illness thing one minute and then
playing the flashback scene that led you to this moment the next.  I guess
that's why you only rehearse your lines for the day and not the entire
show.  You'd be a happy terminal guy and a depressed romantic, instead of
the other way around.

The scene began with the boys arriving in the locker room, all complaining
about the coach's reveal and ultimatum.  They went quiet as the coach
entered the room behind them and threw a big box on the bench for them.

"There're your clothes for ballet.  Find things that fit you and get
changed," he barked at them.  The boys immediately began rifling through
the box.

"What the hell kind of jockstrap is this, coach?"  Eldon asked holding up
the dark brown jock.

"That is a dance belt, not a jock strap.  We're not going to be tackling
anyone out there...hopefully...so you don't need that level of protection.
These are simply to hold things snug to your body.  You'll notice they are
different colours, so you want to pick one that is the closest match to
your own skin."

"Do you have one in green, coach?  Martin looks like he's gonna be sick,"
Crash laughed as the glanced over at the kid who had been the last to step
forward.

"What the hell is this?"  Shayne asked as he held up a small white item.

"That's the leotard.  After you put on the dance belt and fit it properly,
the leotard is next.  That is followed up with the tights over it."

"Awww, coach...we might as well be in a tutu," Shayne complained as he held
up both a white leotard and a pair of the black tights.

"Nothing says you can't, if that's what you prefer," he replied without
cracking a smile.

"Shit, Wren over there would need a six six, not a tutu," Crash laughed,
getting the guys to join in.

He wasn't wrong.  While half the guys on the team had normal teenage boy
builds, the other half were obviously the defence team, or offence (not
sure which does what), and were built to knock down buildings, and block
the sun when required.  Seeing them in tight fitting ballet outfits
wouldn't necessarily be a good visual.  Good thing they're all actors.
They can act like they don't care they're squashed into the outfits like
sausage in a casing.

"Jesus, we are gonna look like fairies if we wear this.  Come on coach.
Can't we just wear our regular gym clothes?"  Eldon asked.

As the main characters were having dialogue with the coach, the lesser
characters were picking out the clothes, and moving off to make more room
for the scene to continue.

"Technically you're not fairies, you're sprites," the coach laughed.
"Guys, let's be real here for a moment.  I'm not doing this to embarrass
you.  I'm doing it to make you better football players, and a much better
team.  Trust the process and give it a real try.  You may not enjoy it all,
but I think you'll find the benefits outweigh the negatives."

"But will we live long enough to be a good team once the rest of the school
learns about this?"  Eldon asked, getting a round of murmured agreement
from the team.

The cameras moved slightly to capture the arrival of one of the minor
actors, who was not fully dressed in his ballet outfit.  "Coach.  These are
really uncomfortable," he complained pulling at the leotard he was now
wearing.  He had the dance belt on underneath which was exaggerating his
crotch, and as tight as the whole thing was, it wasn't that flattering to a
guy his size.

"Save it," the coach said cutting him off quickly.  "You wear just as
uncomfortable uniforms for football.  From the jock to the spandex,
shoulder pads, and such.  Whining will change nothing, so let's just get on
with it.  Remember, the faster you accept ballet, and learn its lessons,
the faster you'll be out of here."

"Nice package dude," one actor yelled at the guy.  "What you stuff that
with?"

"That's all me, baby.  Nothing stuffed about it," he replied.

The coach laughed.  "That's the padding of the dance belt.  It's designed
to smooth the outline of your genitals.  A side effect of that is a
seemingly much bigger bulge."

"If that's the result, I'm wearing mine to school with my skinny jeans,"
Kriss said confidently.

"Don't you first need to be skinny for skinny jeans?"  Shayne asked,
getting a finger from Kriss.

The cameras moved to watch the boys begin to change, which ended with them
only down to their underwear before being cut.  After that it was all
camera angles and assumptions as the boys began pulling on their dance
belts.  Most of it was done off camera with wardrobe helping the guys to
ensure privacy as they changed.  When the scene began again, it was plenty
of reactions to each other in just their dance belts.  I was almost
disappointed as they weren't like jockstraps where you see the ass.  These
were basically flesh-coloured underwear with a padded crotch.

The show wanted to portray teenage boys as real, so that required a scene
where the boys tested out the dance belts by bagging each other.  It was
all simulated, which in my mind took away the `real' part of this.  In a
real locker room boys would literally dare each other to get punched in the
nuts to see if the dance belts protected them.  They quickly found out, at
least in this simulated version, that they do not.

It was another story again when they finished getting dressed and had some
sort of contest to see who was seemed to be packing the most.  J.P., as
Kriss, won that round.  As his identical brother, it made me proud.  Wonder
how much those dance belts are, and would they be good during cruising hour
at the mall?

Some of the more prominent characters, and seemingly those with good toned
bodies, were not required to wear the leotard, and instead were going
shirtless, as we'd just seen earlier.  The bigger guys with larger
stomachs, and hairier, were mostly the ones to be in the leotard.  I guess
if you want the show to have some sex appeal, you don't necessarily want
the 250lb defensive tackle shirtless as he attempts ballet.  I hope he
doesn't have to be one of the dancers you have to lift over your head and
spin around.  He could crush the smaller guys.

The filming of the scene was relatively quick compared to others, but they
did reset a couple times to ensure they got what they wanted.  There was no
nudity in this, but it would still come across really well on TV as there
was plenty of joking, insulting and general horse play between the guys.
Especially when they tested the dance belts for protection.

"Awww, don't you look cute," I said to J.P. as he stood near me shirtless
in his tights.  "Must be nice to be able to show off a simulated package
that big huh?  Now you know how it is being me all the time," I joked.

He looked at me and rolled his eyes.  "If you ever get Alzheimer's we're
never going to know.  You do remember we're identical, right?"

"I'm sure if we really compare, we'll find out that I'm bigger in the dick
department," I smirked.

"Oh, there's no question you're a bigger dick," J.P. chuckled as he patted
me on the back and returned to set.

Sometimes it's hard to know if my brothers are agreeing with me or
insulting me.  It could really go either way.

"Hi Justin," a familiar voice said from behind me.  I turned to see Joel
and Blake walking up.

"Hey Joel.  Nice to see you on set.  Have you been here long?"

"No, just came here straight from school.  Blake said I could visit."

"Yeah, I left his name at the main gate and had them call me when he
arrived.  I just drove over to pick him up," Blake revealed.

"You drove over?" I asked suspiciously.

"Sure, in one of the golf carts.  You don't need a licence for that.  Plus,
who's gonna stop me?  VIP, baby," he grinned holding up the pass Colin had
given him.  Anyone else think we're going to live to regret that decision?

"What do you think so far, Joel?" I asked.

"I haven't seen much yet, but it looks cool.  I always thought some of
these scenes were filmed in real places, or outside.  Never knew that an
outdoor scene would actually be just a set."

"Lots of this is all faked, but it helps to be able to control lighting,
weather conditions and such.  Much more control in a sound stage than if we
go outside.  We also don't have to worry about traffic noises and such.
Imagine filming a scene from caveman days like the 70's where they didn't
have cars or planes.  We're filming a scene and a jet flies over, or some
trucker blasts an air horn.  In a sound stage, we don't have to deal with
that," Blake said explaining things to his friend.

"Point of order.  There were cars AND planes in the 70's," I corrected.

"Good one, Dad," Blake laughed.

"Blake, I think I should speak with your on-set teacher.  I think they've
missed some chapters in your education."

"Don't need no education, Dad.  If you're an actor, you make up your own
reality.  That's how all the greats do it.  As long as we can read, and
portray a range of emotions, that's our bread and butter."

"Blake, with knowledge like you have, bread and butter may be all you have
to live on."

"And peanut butter and jam," he giggled.  "Come on Joel, I'll show you my
trailer and you can help me get ready for my next scene.  I'm gonna sell
some drugs."

"You are?"  Joel asked looking surprised.

"My character is.  He's helping one of the older guys out in the show.  I'm
not really selling drugs on set," he laughed.  "Wanna help me practice my
simulated sex scene?"

Joel was about to respond, but I got there first.  "Since when do you have
a sex scene, considering your character is not only 13, but also
homophobic?"

"I don't, but Joel doesn't know that.  After an hour of fooling around
together, I could just tell him that that scene had been cut.  Way to ruin
a perfect plan, Dad," he said shaking his head.

"Joel, if I were you, I'd be checking to see what's real, and what's not
real, before you agree to anything."

He just shrugged.  "I think it's all gonna be fun to learn.  Do you think
I'd be able to go on a set at all?"

"Probably not while the cameras are rolling, but we can pretty much visit
anything as long as we don't touch the set dressing in case we screw up the
continuity."

"Cool," Joel nodded.  "Wait.  What's continuity?"

"I'll explain it as I show you around.  Later Dad," Blake said as the guys
walked off.  They really are good together, and they look like the perfect
couple.  If it wasn't for Joel's one major flaw, I could see them being
long term boyfriends.  Deep down, I sort of like that Joel is holding firm
on his beliefs about sex.  He's strong enough mentally to resist Blake's
constant attempts, and yet he's flirty and outgoing enough to keep Blake's
interest.  He'll be a unique case study, but when that boy does start
having sex, it's gonna be an event.

Speaking of events...it's time to find London and see if we can complete
Operation London Down (on his knees, mouth open).  Time to test the `I'll
do anything' offer.

"London, good scene.  You should wear that outfit more often."

"Or never again," he laughed.  "I hate clothes that tight."

"But they really showed off your physique.  I think that'll get you
noticed."

"Any bets that all the offers I get will be for me in tights again?  Or
shirtless in spandex shorts?"

"Maybe you could just do a swimming or diving movie.  Nothing says I'm hot
like a tiny speedo."

"Unless you're 40 and 300 lbs, then it doesn't say that at all," he said,
laughing at his own joke.

"God, don't put that visual in my head.  Are you free right now to hang
out?"

"I'm free for a few hours.  I'm not in the next scene," he replied, so I
let him follow me to my trailer.

"God, if you were ever drunk or stoned, you'd be super confused by all
these trailers, as they all look alike," he said making small talk.  For
some reason, I felt nervous with a bit of anxiety.  Never really felt that
before, but then I'd never really put this much effort into trying to get a
boy out of his clothes before.  What's with me?  Normally you walk up to a
guy and say `you're cute.  Wanna fuck?' and you're off to find a place to
do it.  I think London is messing with my head, but I'm all in, as they say
in poker and sex.

Once we were sitting on the couch, I gave him something to drink and sat
beside him.  Not so close to be creepy, but not so far away that I couldn't
feel the heat from his body.  It's a very subtle difference in posturing.
"I was thinking about what you said the last time we talked, that you'd do
anything to get a regular role in a series, or a movie.  I think you said
it would include anything except something illegal."

"Yeah, pretty much," he nodded.  "Sometimes you gotta really put yourself
out there to make sure people see you."

"Or as they say `give head to get ahead?'"  I teased.  Is it teasing though
if that's the actual intended goal?  I'll have to get my lawyers on that.

He laughed.  "Yeah, I guess that's what they say."

Part of me wants to keep beating around the bush and eventually lead him to
decide he's willing to go for it, but the more impatient side wants to just
get on with it.  I'm trying to be more assertive to get back to the old
Justin who just didn't give a shit, and went for it.

"Would you be prepared to put your money where your mouth is?"  I said
staring at him.

"Gross no.  You never know where money has been.  Why would you put it in
your mouth?"

Wait until he hears where penises have gone before.  I laughed at his
naivety.  "It means are you prepared to do what you said to get what you
want."

"Oh.  Yeah, I knew that," he said blushing slightly and taking a sip of his
drink.

"Your comment was you'd do anything for a regular or main cast role.  Did
you mean it, or was that just a saying you threw out?"

"I think I mostly meant it.  It's pretty tough to break into acting, and
almost just as tough to land roles once you're in.  I think if you can get
an advantage somehow, you should take it.  Why?"

"Bluntly.  I think you could use your looks to entice people to do things
for you."

"I wish.  If it were that easy to bat an eyelash and get roles, I'd already
be a-list.  I mean I've done scenes shirtless, and even in my underwear,
and I'm still only getting a few occasional roles.  So looks don't really
work for everything.  Especially when you have a pretty typical look like I
do.  Sometimes I want to ask who you have to blow to get noticed."

Wow, he just Segwayed himself right into my next conversation.

"I can answer that," I grinned.  "What if I told you I could arrange for
you to be a main cast member, or at least a regular, before we wrap for the
day."

"Yeah, right.  I mean that'd be awesome and everything, but I doubt they'd
do that, especially since the season has already started.  Wait..." He said
as he stopped and looked at me intensely.  "Are you being serious?  Shit,
is this why you asked what I'd do to get the role?  Oh my god, I'd be
forever in your debt if that happened."

"No need to be in my debt, as I really want to see you succeed as an actor,
but there is the other side to this," I said looking at him, as he was
completely focused on our conversation now.

"The `what would I do to get the role' side?"  He asked wisely.

"Exactly.  Want me to be blunt?"

"Probably not, but go ahead," he said quieter than before.

"I think you're incredibly cute and I'd like to have sex with you," I
blurted out, not realizing I'd forgotten to breath for a few seconds now.

"I had a feeling that was what you were gonna say.  I've heard of stuff
like that before.  You get told you have a role, but if you don't put out,
they pass on you and go to someone else."

"This isn't that.  You'd still have your job that you were hired for, and
they'd promote you because the budget was increased to include new
positions."

He sat there for a good 15 seconds without saying anything then sort of
laughed.

"What's so funny, or is that more of a nervous laugh?"  I asked.

"No, I was just thinking about what Blake said, and he was right.  You
really do want me, don't you?"

"Blake said I wanted you?" I asked trying to sound surprised, but not
really surprised at all.

"More like he said I was totally your type, and if I ever wanted to hook up
with a guy, I should ask you.  I mostly thought he was joking.  I wonder if
that means he actually slept with a director to get another role.
Sometimes I think Blake makes shit up just to shock people."

"Try living with him.  I never know myself most of the time," I replied.

I do, and he rarely bullshits about anything.  Mostly embellishes.  Please
tell me he didn't sleep with a director.  He's already a main character,
how much more could he get out of it?  Maybe he wanted to learn behind the
camera jobs?  Who knows.  But let's get back to the bird in the hand right
now, or is he chicken in a hen house?

"So, the question on the table right now is, would you go to bed and have
sex with me as a thank you for getting you a promotion to regular cast?"

He paused again before answering.  "How far would I have to go?"

"Just over to the bed," I said pointing at it, trying to sound serious.

He chuckled, which broke some of the tension.  "I meant what would you
expect me to do once we were actually on the bed?"

"I think you said you have a girlfriend at home, right?"

"I do," he admitted.

"Have you had sex with her?"

"Sure, tons," he bragged, like most boys would.  "We've been together a
while so we've done it."

"All the way, or just things like groping and maybe a blowjob?"  I asked
trying to get him a little hornier, which always helps.

"No, we've gone all the way.  She gives head but it's not her favorite
thing, so it's mostly a handjob and me eating her pussy and then fucking.
Of course, we kiss and hold hands and stuff like that."

"Have you ever fooled around with a guy before?"

"No, never," he said quickly and adamantly.

"Nothing?  Like jerked off in front of each other while watching porn?
Watched one of them doing their girlfriend?"

"No.  Most I've ever done with the guys is shower after a game or practice.
Oh, and one time we all took a leak together after we'd gone skinny dipping
in the ocean.  That's as much as I've ever done with a guy," he revealed.

"Not even dares during some party game?"

"Nothing crazy.  Like a dare to kiss a guy on the lips, or grope him over
his pants.  That's it."

"Interesting.  A lot of guys your age have at least experimented with a
guy, usually just out of curiosity.  Does that make it harder or easier to
answer the `would you do it' question?"

"Is this a real offer or just hypothetical?"

"Before we wrap up the day, the director will offer you and Garren a new
contract promoting you to the main cast, or a regular, not sure which way
it'll go.  I arranged the extra financing if it goes ahead, so I'd say it's
pretty real."

"Wow.  I can officially say this is the weirdest offer I've ever had, yet
strangely the most exciting," he admitted.

"It's just pushing a lot of buttons that you maybe didn't know you had," I
suggested.

"Maybe.  Okay, so if I have to go to bed with you to get this, what would I
have to do?"

"Before I answer that, why don't you show me that you have at least some
interest in the idea.  How about you stand up and lose the clothes?"

"Like naked?"

"Like naked," I confirmed.

"Then what?"

"Then I check out what we're working with, and take you to the bed.  To
save beating around the bush, and to be blunt, I'd like to fuck.  I think
it'd be a little bit of an education for you to compare sex with a guy to
sex with a girl.  You've done one, now try the other.  Once we've both cum,
you'll at least be able to see what you liked and disliked."

"I know I wouldn't like getting fucked," he said quickly.

"Said every straight boy ever...until they actually get fucked properly.
Trust me, almost as many straight guys like it as gay guys.  Only
difference is that they'd never admit it to their friends."

"That's true.  Even if I thought it was awesome, I'd never say a word about
guy sex with any of my friends.  I have a few gay friends, but I'm not sure
I'd even tell them."

"That'd be a big loss.  You could get laid by your girlfriend, and if you
found she wasn't putting out as much as you'd like, you could run over to
the gay friends, who'd supplement your sex action."

"I've never actually had a conversation like this before.  It's really
strange," he said.

"We could just go 69 for a bit.  No talking needed," I suggested.

"Oh, I never though of that.  You'd want me to suck your dick too?"

I grinned.  "It would be reciprocal, I promise.  How about you stand up and
take your clothes off.  Let's start with that."

He took a moment, and then put his drink down before standing up.  I stood
up with him as I wanted to be ready to take his hand and pull him to the
bed as soon as I saw his body become excited at the idea.

He quickly pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it onto the couch.
Then he kicked off his shoes and awkwardly pulled off his socks.  The pants
came off next, leaving him in just his underwear.  He stopped and looked at
me.  "Is that good enough?"

I grinned.  "I've seen this much when you've been filming.  I've even seen
some ass cheek.  How about we take these off next," I said as I stepped
forward slightly and put my hands on the sides of his shorts.  I stared him
in the eyes as I slowly lowered them.  He swallowed hard and looked
directly back at me, neither of us looking down at what was happening.
Once the shorts got low enough, they dropped to his ankles and he kicked
them aside.  I could almost hear him fighting with himself as to whether he
should put his hand over himself or not before I glanced down.

"Is that okay?"  He asked nervously.

"I think it's a good start.  Shows you're at least somewhat serious about
the idea," I replied.  "How about we even things up and you undress me
next?"

"I've never undressed anyone before," he said quickly.

"Pretty simple concept.  Just take my clothes off, and we'll move to the
next step."

He took one item of clothing off at a time, being careful not to look at me
as he dropped my underwear and I kicked them away.  I saw him swallow hard
as we stayed facing each other.  "So what now?"  He asked.

"Now," I grinned as I looked at him, "I take hold of your cock, and give it
a few nice strokes to get it fully hard so I can see what I'm working
with."

I took hold of his penis as we talked and began to stroke it.  We were
still just looking at each other's faces instead of checking out the now
naked bodies.  He was circumcised which I always find nice, and he had a
reasonably trimmed bush, and surprisingly smooth balls, which I had to
comment on.

"Are your balls naturally smooth like this or do you shave?"

"I have to shave them," he replied quickly.

"Have to?  Why have to?"

"Girlfriend.  You know how they are," he said casually, obviously
struggling to ignore my hand stroking him.

"Actually no.  Not a clue.  Never had one.  It would probably piss off my
husband."

He grinned slightly, then went serious.  "Shit, you're married.  What if
your husband walks in?  I'd be dead."

"No, if Colin walked in, he'd strip and join us.  Then you'd have some real
fun," I assured him.  "So why does your girlfriend want you to shave your
balls?"

I'm pretty sure I knew the answer to this, as I use the explanation on
straight boys all the time so that I can get down and shave them myself.
Over to camera three for the response from London.

She says if I want her to suck my dick, she doesn't want to be dealing with
hair.  She said if she has to shave her pussy for me, then I better shave
my junk too."

"Very logical.  You get a lot of blowjobs?"

"No.  I think I shave more than I get head," he admitted, "but you gotta be
ready in case she's in the mood."

"So don't shave, and just throw her on the bed and plow away."

"I have to get naked to do that, and if she saw I hadn't shaved and
trimmed, she'd say she was out of the mood."

"Sounds like a flakey chick, or one trying to find excuses not to have sex
with you, which is a shame because you should be having lots of sex,
looking like you do."

"That's what all my guy friends say, but I'm beginning to believe girls
don't think like that."

"Not sure, but it's definitely how guys think," I said as I stepped back
slightly, still keeping my hand on his erection, which had now gone fully
hard.  I made a point of deliberately looking down at him.  "That is one
very nice cock, London.  I'm guessing just short of seven inches, with some
good weight to it.  Good size balls too.  Yeah, if I were you, I'd be naked
as much as possible and show off the goods.  Let the girls see what they're
missing, and even make the guys jealous."

He looked down at himself, properly seeing my hand stroking him for the
first time.  "I guess I should warn you, if I cum I'm usually not
interested in doing anything after that.  I kinda lose interest."

"Pretty typical.  I guess that's a straight boy thing," I lied.  "I can
cure you of that if we fool around a few times.  Let's move over to the bed
and ramp this up."

I took his hand and led him to the bed, where we crawled onto it and lay
side by side.

"I should probably tell you, I'm super nervous right now, so I'm not sure
how I'll do with stuff.  Mostly because I've never done anything with any
guy before, ever."

"You've had sex, so at least you know what it feels like to be inside
someone.  The feelings are the same fucking a guy, just the mindset of what
your doing feels different.  I always tell straight boys to close their
eyes, and picture some hot girl, if they're having trouble with the concept
of fucking a guy."

 "How do they handle the other thing?  You know, when they're the ones
being fucked."

"It's like skydiving, buddy.  You're terrified at first.  Then you're
gripped onto the side of plane for dear life until the instructor pushes
you out.  The ride down is fun, and you only panic again before you're
about to hit the ground.  That's usually the panic you feel when you're
realize you're about to cum from being fucked.  Once it's over and the
adrenaline rush subsides, you have a chance to review the ride in your head
and want to go again, or decide that once was all you needed to satisfy a
curiosity."

"Great, now I'm also terrified of going skydiving," he joked again as he
continued to prepare himself for what was about to happen.

I ran my hand down his chest and over his package, making sure to fondle it
a bit to let him get used to being touched.

"What should I be doing?"  He asked.  "When I'm with my girlfriend, this is
the part where we'd kiss and roll around and stuff.  Do guys do that with
each other?"

"They do.  Especially boyfriends.  If you're just looking for quick casual
sex, you usually get right to it and bypass the foreplay."

"That's the type you want, right?"

"How about you let me show you how it's done, and afterward you can decide
what things you enjoyed the most?"

Before he answered, I leaned over and kissed each nipple before suctioning
myself to one to begin licking it.  He tensed up at the sensation.

"You ticklish or something?"  I asked as I paused.

"No.  Just never had anyone suck my nipples before.  Straight guys only
give you a titty twist when we're goofing around.  Oh, in case you're ever
wondering, don't do that with girls.  They REALLY don't like it."

"Did you do that?" I asked.

"Only once.  I was being playful with my girlfriend and gave her a twisty
and she almost smacked me off the bed."

I laughed.  "Yeah, I think that's just a guy thing.  Same as the turkey
tap."

"I hate those, but it's funny giving one," he said like every guy ever.

I kissed down his body, stopping to put my tongue in his belly button for a
few seconds, while at the same time fondle his balls as they awaited their
turn with my mouth.

"If it makes it easier for this next part, you can close your eyes or put a
pillow over your head.  Some guys find that makes it better to imagine it's
a girl doing it."

"Okay," he replied as I watched him close his eyes.

I moved down and began to explore his cock.  A little above average, nice
and straight with a great mushroom head on it.  I quickly licked the entire
shaft, up and down a couple times.  I felt him tense up and take a deep
breath as the new sensation shot through his body.  I wasted no time
sliding the whole thing in my mouth and letting him see what a real blowjob
felt like.  He clamped onto the bed, and I felt every part of him tense up.
I reached underneath to feel his ass cheeks and they were like concrete
globes.  I had to stop several times to let him cool down as I wasn't ready
for him to shoot off yet.  We'd barely begun.  I sucked his balls during
the cool down periods, before resuming the blowjob.  I made sure to take
all of him as deep as I could as I know most girls just suck the first
half, more as a way of saying they did it than to give real head.  (I'm
basing that off my knowledge of girls from movies, not real-life
experiences).

I kissed back up his body and lay beside him, causing him to open his eyes.

"How was that?"  I asked looking at his face carefully.  God, this boy is
cute, but then I feel the same about most long blond-haired guys.

"That was pretty good," he smiled.  "Better than girls I've been with.  I
guess that's a rumour that's true, huh?  Guys know how to give better
head."

"It's completely true.  We know what feels good, and how to work our
equipment.  Same as girls know how to work their equipment."

"I get that we know what feels good.  I just don't understand how we'd know
to give a blowjob.  A handjob, sure, since we're doing that to ourselves
all the time.  The other doesn't make sense," he reasoned as we lay there,
my hand roaming over his chest.

"You don't fold yourself in half and go down on yourself?"  I asked trying
to sound surprised.

"No," he replied quickly.  "Why?  Is that something I should be able to
do?"

"No, I'm just joking with you.  Every guy wishes they could do it, but very
few can.  I'll show you how guys learn.  Time for your first cock sucking
lesson.  Shuffle down the bed a bit so we can 69."

He did, and I spun around.  We were on our sides looking directly at the
other guy's junk.  "Best way to learn is to just follow my lead.  What I do
to you, you duplicate with me," I explained.

"Guess I shouldn't keep my eyes closed for this then, huh?"  He reasoned.

"Likely not a good idea.  We'll start slow, but one thing to remember is to
watch the teeth.  Cover them with your lips."

"That one I know.  Mostly from getting head though, not from giving it."

I reached over and took hold of his cock, letting him copy me at his own
speed.  He had a few first-time reactions, like how it felt different than
he imagined, and how he felt it throb, and how my balls moved.  I still
find it fascinating to check a cock out up close.  You can't really check
your own out this closely so it's fun to explore another one.  Maybe that's
a gay thing, but I think all guys should get the opportunity to look at
another penis up close and personal.

I put the tip of his penis in my mouth and licked around the head.  It took
him a while to get that far with mine as he stuck his tongue out to touch
it first as if it were electrified.  Once he realized that it didn't have
some vile exotic taste to it, he popped the head in his mouth and followed
my verbal instructions to let his tongue roam around and explore it.

From there it was now a simple matter of inching our way down the shaft
until we had it balls deep.  At least it was simple matter for me.  For
London, it was a bit more of a challenge.  He'd barely gotten three inches
down before he began to cough and choke and had to back up.  I gave him the
usual pointers of remembering to breathe through your nose; to swallow as
the tip of the cock touched the back of your throat.  This would tell the
gate keeper thing at the back of your mouth that the object going through
was okay.  Of course, the last bit of advice was to just go slow.

He didn't do well at any of that, but he did try several times.  I think he
stopped when his eyes had watered enough and he had a runny nose as a
result.  I moved him from that to playing with the balls, which he did a
much better job with.  I think he tried overly hard at that so he wouldn't
have to go back and suck my dick again.

I told him to keep doing what he was doing, while I showed him something
else.  I pulled his top leg back and placed it over me as I moved my head
down the back of his balls and into his ass crack.  I wasted absolutely no
time pushing my tongue into his pink virgin hole ensuring that I got as
deep as I could before I licked the length of his ass again.  I pulled him
even more firmly towards me and began to east his ass for all it was worth.
I wiggled the tip of my finger around the puckered starfish and got it nice
and wet.

He was squirming all over trying to either get away, or to get more.  I
wasn't sure which, and since he wasn't screaming at me to stop, I kept
going.  I told him to take a deep breath and relax as I eased my index
finger into him.  He stopped breathing and tensed up as soon as he felt the
tip begin to penetrate him.

I slapped him on the ass.  Breath and relax.  This'll feel way better if
you do."

"K", he replied.

"Pop the head of my dick in your mouth.  It'll give you something else to
focus on," I suggested.

He actually didn't hesitate as I felt his lips wrap around the head of it,
and the tongue begin working on me.  He made no effort to go down on it,
but seemed very content to just suck the head.  I probed him with my finger
before pulling out and adding a second one.  He found that a bit
uncomfortable, but I kept persevering until he was able to handle it.  It
didn't take as long as it sounds, and I was sort of rushing him through all
the steps anyway so that I could get to what I really wanted.  His virgin
ass.  I'd hate for him to cum too fast and this be over before I got there.
Who knows if he'd let me go again in the future.

"I think you're ready," I said as I pulled back and shuffled around to look
him in the face.

"Ready?" He asked as he lay there not moving even a little, probably
relieved that he no longer had to stare at my cock.

"For more than a couple fingers.  Time to fuck.  The only thing to remember
is to totally stay relaxed, breathe in and out a lot and just let me enter
you."

"Will it hurt?"

"It could.  I'm a bit bigger than most, so I'll definitely stretch your
hole.  Just keep breathing and push out as you feel it enter.  It'll take a
few seconds for your ass to get used to it, but once it does, you'll notice
a big difference.  That's when I'll really fuck you.  We'll probably switch
up and do a couple positions so you can really experience it properly."

"Is that when it's over?"  He asked.

"It's over once we both cum.  You'll want to fuck me once I'm done."

"Could we maybe just do that instead?  I think I'd prefer that to getting
fucked."

"You can stick your dick in anything, whenever you want.  The fun of being
with a gay guy is getting to do things you can't do with girls.  Like
sharing dicks with your friends, or having them work your prostate with
their cocks, getting both of you off at the same time.  Not a lot of girls
can do that for you."

"I like how you make it sound like the most normal thing possible, when 99%
of straight guys would never do this," he said quoting statistics from the
Christian National playbook.

"More like 80% of straight guys haven't done it yet.  While 60% have
thought about it, but haven't had the opportunity," I corrected, using the
stats from Gaypedia.  "Here's your opportunity.  There are a couple of
different ways to start for your first time.  One is for you to sit on my
cock, and lower yourself down on it at your own speed.  That gives you
total control.  That's pretty normal for a gay guy who's eager to learn,
but nervous."

"What about for a straight boy who is also nervous, but not as willing?"
He asked, almost with a small grin.

"That's the second position.  You lie face down on the bed and I lie on top
of you.  I work your ass with my tongue and fingers to get you opened up
and thoroughly lubed.  Then I just slip up inside you and give you a nice
fuck."

"You make it sound simple, but it's still gonna hurt, right?"  He asked
still nervous.

"It probably will at first.  You just have to trust me.  I mean I could
just do it the old-fashioned way.  I could spit fuck you.  I spit on your
ass, then on my cock, and slam into you and keep fucking until I cum.  That
would have you screaming in pain, but it'd be over a lot faster than a nice
slow fuck.  If that's more your speed, we could do that," I offered,
jokingly.

"No, I think the slower way is better.  I mean not fucking me at all is
best, but I guess since we've come this far, I could keep going.  At least
to see what it's like, right?"

"Right," I nodded as I reached over for the bottle of lube and rolled
London onto his stomach.  I spread his legs wide so I could get between
them and drop my face back between his cheeks.  I rimmed and fingered his
ass for a minute or so, just to get him back in the mood.  Then I began
adding lube to coat his insides.  I made sure to work my cock as well as I
wanted it nice and hard to be able to spear him confidently and on the
first thrust.  Nothing worse than having a less than rock hard erection
that you have to wiggle and force into someone.  It's much better when
you're as hard as steel, and it just punctures the sphincter like a nail
going through butter.

As I rubbed the head of my cock around his entrance, I felt him tense up.
As with every single boy that is new to being fucked, they forget the three
simple rules.  Relax.  Breath.  Push out.  They hear it and their brain
translates to; Tense up.  Stop breathing.  Clamp ass shut.

I lay down on him and whispered into his ear.  "Take deep breaths buddy.
Relax your ass, and when you feel me about to enter just inhale and push
out slightly.  My cock should just slip right in.  There'll be a bit of
pain as your ass accepts me, but it'll calm down in a few seconds."

He nodded and began to breath like he'd run a marathon.  I coached him to
just breath normally.  In through the nose and out through the mouth.  That
gets reversed to, in through the nose and out through the nose if you're
being spit roast.  Just for those that are at home following along with a
couple guys.

As I began to push my cock into his resistant ass, his hand shot back to
grab my thigh.  I took it away and held his hand as I whispered to him
again.  "Just stay relaxed.  I promise I'll go slow."

"It's starting to hurt," he complained.

"Just until I get in.  Trust me.  If you stay as relaxed as you can, it'll
be easier."

He nodded and I felt his body deflate as he took another deep breath and
let it out.  I pushed hard enough to spear though his sphincter and get my
mushroom tip into the forbidden chamber.  He cried out, and his other hand,
that I wasn't holding, shot back to my thigh to stop me again.

"That's the worst of it.  I'm in now," I advised.

"This really hurts, Justin.  I think you're too big for my ass," He
complained as I felt every part of him tense up."

"You'll be okay.  Just keep relaxed and breathe.  I promise it gets easier.
I gave him a minute to get used to it, but every time I moved, his hand
clamped around my thigh to try and stop me.  I eased back a bit and added
more lube, before pushing in another millimetre.  I did that several times,
slowly making my way inside.  I was about halfway when I decided it was
time to begin fucking him.  I pulled back as far as I could without pulling
out, added a lot more lube and then pushed in again.  This time driving
right past the halfway point and as deep into him as I could go.

He cried out so loud at the surprise penetration, that I had to push his
head into the pillow to muffle the sound.

"Shhh.  I'm sure the last thing you want of for everyone to rush over to
watch you getting fucked," I said, once again lying right beside his ear.
What he didn't know is that he was only getting a half speed fuck at this
point.  I was laying full on top of him, and only using my hips to thrust
in and out.  I nibbled on his ear and did my best to take his total focus
of the dick inside him.  As with everyone, okay, mostly everyone, I've
fucked, there comes a point when they either simply accept that they're
getting fucked, or begin to enjoy it.

London had arrived at that `accepting it' point.  I felt his ass relax and
his breathing returned to a somewhat normal rhythm.  At this point I
basically have two options.  Three if I just keep doing what I'm doing.  I
could push up onto my hands and really begin to bang the stuffing out of
him until I cum, or pull him up into doggy style and, using my hands on his
hips really give it to him until I cum in him.  Right now, I wanted to do
both, but I wanted him to enjoy this and want to return the next time he
was horny.  Best way to accomplish that is to make sure he achieves his
orgasm while he's inside me.  That's what he's likely to remember.

"London, let's change up slightly.  I'm going to pull you up onto your
hands and knees, so follow me up," I told him.  He didn't reply, but
allowed me to pull him up into the doggy style position.

I was now able to get a really good look at my cock impaled in his little
hole.  That view always gets me hot.  I pulled back and added more lube
before re-entering him.  I held his hip with one hand, and ran my other up
and down his smooth back for a bit.  I reached around to grab his dick,
which to no surprise was completely limp.  He was using everything he had
to focus on the fuck, and none to work his pleasure centre.

I returned both hands to his hips, which wasn't the ideal move when taking
a nervous boy for the first time.  His brain just processed me feeling his
junk and then reject it for being limp.  Now he feels inadequate, while at
the same time trying to deal with a cock up his ass, turning him into what
straight boys call `the chick'.

I, on the other hand, was truly enjoying London's ass.  You know when you
have that perfect movement going and the ass tunnel is just so perfect that
you're lost in the sensation?  That's where I was with London.  I had just
the right amount of lube with his form fitting size hole around my cock.
With each thrust in and out, I felt a small electric charge rush through my
body.  It was like he was meant to be impaled on me.

"God, I'm so close to cumming, but I don't want this to be over yet," I
admitted.

"I don't think I can do much more," London replied quickly.  "Maybe you
should cum so we can take a break."

"How about we change positions for a bit then?"  I suggested.  "I'll lie on
my back and put my legs on your shoulders.  I want to watch you fuck me."

I eased out of him slowly making sure not to let his ass slam shut and
cause unnecessary pain.  I rolled onto my back and smiled at him.  You did
good for your first time."

"First time with a guy.  I've had sex before," he said, just to keep his
reputation correctly logged in history.

"Time for one final experience," I said as looked at him.  He slowly moved
to sit between my legs and look at me.

"So, you just want me to fuck you and that's it?"

"What else did you have in mind?  Whipped cream?  A flogging?
Snowballing?"  I teased.

"No," he said with a small grin.  "I meant you just want me to start and
like put it in you, or do I have to do something else first?"

"Just remember to use lube on both of us.  I'm not self-lubricating like a
girl," I advised.  "But go ahead and enter when you're ready."

"Got it.  What's snowballing?" He asked as he poured lube on his cock and
then cautiously fingered some around the outside of my ass.  Guess he's
never touched a guy's ass before either.  I had to take his finger and
shove it into me.  He let me, but from the look on his face, he either
wasn't expecting it or was trying to figure out how he was going to
disinfect his finger when it came out.

"You can look it up," I responded.  "You might learn some interesting new
things that you want to try."

"I think this is more than enough new learning for a while," he replied as
he shuffled up to aim the head of his penis against my hole.  Like any
straight boy, as soon as he made contact, he flipped into `I'm about to get
laid' mode and pushed into me fast.  I think guys have this part of their
brain that says `get in there before they change their mind, dumbass.'  So
you get right to it and get as far as you can before you're being told to
stop.  London was no different, except I'm not about to say stop.

"Holy shit.  That feels really tight on my dick.  Like it's being choked,"
he exclaimed.

I smiled at him.  "See, you're a natural.  Every guy wants to hear how nice
and tight his ass is.  Now just do what you've done with your girlfriend
and just fuck me."

"Isn't it hurting?"  He asked.

"I've done this a few times.  Trust me, at this point it's all pleasure.
Fuck me as hard as you want."

London resumed his actions getting more and more into it as his body took
over.  He kept alternating between looking down, looking at me, and looking
at the wall behind us as he fucked.  I put one hand on his ass to pull him
in deeper on his downward thrusts, and eventually he got the idea of how
hard he could fuck me.  Once I was convinced he had it down correctly, I
grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down so we could kiss.

At first, he was surprised, then reluctant, but slowly gave in and let me
slide my tongue into his mouth.  I will say this...if this is how he kisses
his girlfriend, she's gonna be on Tinder looking for a more experienced
replacement very soon.  Of course, it's just as likely that she's as
inexperienced and they both think this is the best thing ever.  He was
having a little trouble breathing, fucking, and kissing at the same time,
but it didn't stop his enthusiasm for all of it.  I was impressed that he
didn't cum in the first few seconds.  As soon as I saw him begin to sweat a
little, I knew he was getting close.  He grunted as we kissed, and I felt
his whole body tense up and shake a little.  No mistaking those movements.

"You cum?"  I asked.

He looked up at me.  "Yeah.  I forgot to pull out.  Sorry."

"Good thing I'm not a girl then, huh?  Hope you don't forget when you're
doing your girlfriend."

"I wear a condom," he said quicky.  "It kinda feels too good to pull out,
so I make sure I'm wearing protection."

"Yeah, I'm like that too, but usually the protection is a helmet do I don't
crack my skull bouncing off the headboard."

He laughed as he pulled out and looked at his wet dick covered in his
creamy sauce.  I tossed him some tissues to clean up with.

"Does this mean I'm now a main cast member?"  He asked as he sat there.

"You are, but don't say anything until the director talks to you."

"I can't believe I just did that.  I just pimped myself out to get a job
promotion.  I'm basically an internet meme at this point," he said looking
down at his rapidly deflating dick.

"It's likely too early to ask at this point, but once you've had time to
process it all, think about how what we did compared to your girlfriend.
Was it better or worse, and what might you do again, or not do again."

"I can already tell you one thing.  You give way better head than my
girlfriend.  She's sucks me off like she's got a mouthful of broken glass."

"Ow!  I am never going to get that image out of my head.  Every time I see
you from now on, I'm going to picture that."

"Can I ask you a question, seriously?"  He asked...seriously.

"You can, but don't call me seriously.  I prefer Justin," I chuckled.

"What?  Oh, right.  I get it.  Funny.  Are you gonna want to have sex with
me again?"

"Strange way to ask that," I replied.  "Not sure how to answer."

"I mean do I have to keep having sex with you to keep the promotion?"

"No, not at all.  You're a main cast member now, and the only way you lose
that is if they decide the show is cancelled, or that the audience isn't
connecting with you, and they demote or fire you.  Of course, I'd love it
if you did want to fool around again."

"Cool.  Yeah, right now I'm not sure what I think but I guess since I
actually came, I probably didn't hate it, right?"

"Probably not.  Could be that you're away from home and just horny as hell.
That could also be a factor.  It's more likely that I'm just so good at sex
you didn't care that I was a guy because it was the best you've ever had."

He just smiled as he went to get dressed.  I offered him a shower, but I
think he just wants to get back to his trailer, lock and bolt the door in
case I get horny again.  He thanked me and left.  I'm pretty sure I had a
stupid grin on my face as I mentally checked London off my to do list.

I went to find Blake, who was sitting in his chair awaiting his scene to
begin.  Joel was standing beside him soaking everything in that was going
on around him.  When it was time for Blake to be on set, Joel came and sat
with me so he could watch.

They only did a small scene where Duane and Crash met to discuss their idea
about how to get money for Farris.

"How much you got so far?" Duane asked as the boys filmed out on the indoor
`outdoor' set, hanging near the swings.

"Twelve hundred.  Still leaves me fifteen hundred short and we're running
out of time.  He's gonna kill me. Maybe if I just run, leave the state,
maybe go overseas.  He'd forget about me," Crash suggested.

"What about me?  Duane asked.  "I don't want to get sold, or be dealing
drugs until your debt is paid."

"It's me that owes it.  He has no reason to come after you," Crash
reasoned.

"Dude, he tore my shirt off and said he was gonna sell my ass.  Sounds like
he'd still come after me, and I do NOT want my ass selling.  How much does
it cost to buy a gun?  Maybe when he comes for you, you could shoot him in
self-defence."

Crash shook his head.  "Right now, it's only money I owe him.  I'm not
going to go down for murder.  I'll just have to find a way.  Maybe it'd be
better to let him sell me, and then at least it's over."

"No way.  That's not happening," Duane said vehemently.  "Do you know
anyone you could borrow money from?"

"That's where I got the twelve hundred," Crash replied.

"Could we rob someone?"

"Not with all the video cameras around we couldn't.  We'd get caught for
sure."

"We still have time, so give me some stuff, tell me how much it costs and
I'll see what I can sell.  No one would be looking at me for drug dealing,
so maybe I could do it faster and easier.  Plus, most of the people I know
aren't your customers anyway.  They'll all be curious about it since we
hear shit all the time."

"Cut," the director yelled.  "Let's do that again.  Change that last line
to `they'll all be curious since we hear about drugs all the time.'

Joel leaned over to whisper to me.  "Blake's really good, isn't he?"

"He seems to enjoy it, that's for sure," I agreed.  "Plus, he has one hell
of a memory to be able to remember his lines.  They only give me a half
dozen words and I forget half of them."

"That's what I'd be like," Joel nodded.  "I like how good looking all the
cast is too.  I think the make-up makes them look even better."

"I think so too.  From what I understand, they do a lot of make-up so the
actors don't wash out under the bright lights."

"Makes sense.  Blake's kinda even cuter when he's wearing it," he said
blushing slightly, or maybe he was wearing rouge.  Hard to know.  "Is that
Crash guy he's acting with, Thad?"

"He is, why?"

"Just asking.  Blake told me they'd hooked up with a girl named Victoria.
Do you think he did?"

"Do you think he did?" I asked, surprised that Blake revealed that to Joel,
knowing how Joel feels about him.

"I think so.  He kinda likes to brag about people he gets with."

"Does that bother you?"

"Sometimes, I guess.  Makes me realize that me and him might are probably
never going to be boyfriends, even if he breaks up with Sienna one day."

"That'd be a tough one to get past.  Maybe when he's older and decides to
settle down, but I'm 23 and I still like fooling around with new guys, so
you may have a long wait."

"I know.  Some days I think I'm being stupid and I should at least try sex.
If I like it as much as everyone says I will, then maybe I'd be okay doing
it casually, like Blake does.  But most days, I know I just want one
person, exclusively for me.  Do you think I'm missing out on being a
teenager?"

"Not at all.  Never let anyone, no matter how big a crush you may have,
dictate what you should or shouldn't do when it comes to sex.  When you
find that person that matches what you're looking for, you'll know it.
Right now, you have a crush on Blake, and the two of you are awesome as
friends.  If you can get past seeing him sexually, you'd have a life-long
friendship ahead of you, I'm sure."

"And if I can't get past seeing him as a future boyfriend?"  He asked.

"Then you have to decide what's best for you," I said not committing to a
real answer.

"It doesn't help that he's so obvious about all the sex he has though.  He
also gets naked a lot, which is really difficult to deal with."

I chuckled almost silently.  "You'll never get him to stop taking his
clothes off.  Half the time it's got nothing to do with sex, he just likes
being naked."

"I've noticed.  He also doesn't care if he gets an erection.  I'd die if I
got one that someone saw."

"As would most boys your age.  Blake's not the typical 14-year-old.
Perhaps look at how your other friends act.  They adjusted to nudity at
Blake's party, but would they run around naked at other times when you hang
out?"

"God, no.  Except for changing, I'd never even seen them naked before.  I
saw Blake naked ten minutes after I met him."

"Ten minutes, huh?  In Blake's world that's almost a lifetime," I teased.
"Joel, the only advice I can give you is just enjoy your time with Blake as
friends.  If an opportunity presents itself for more than that, it's up to
you to decide whether to go for it or not.  You can always ask Blake if
he'd be willing to offer some compromises so that the two of you are closer
in your own beliefs."

"I don't think he will.  He's already kinda said that.  I already changed
one thing.  I told him that since we were already friends, that if we ever
became exclusive boyfriends, I'd be okay having sex right away instead of
waiting."

"I can see that fitting with what you mentioned before about needing to
really know someone before you commence an intimate relationship.  I think
the two of you know a lot about each other now."

"Yeah.  That's what I figured.  I guess that's one compromise, huh?"

"It's a big one, that's for sure," I agreed.  Of course, in my mind, I'm
thinking that that's probably the least of issues.  Blake is never going to
go monogamous to get Joel, and that's assuming that he and Sienna actually
break up at some point.

We turned our attention to Blake and Thad as they finished their scene.
Crash gave Duane some drugs to sell and agreed to meet back in 24 hours to
discuss.  I'm assuming in the show that they'd now cut to something else,
but right now, they simply reset, swapped the boy's shirts out for others,
probably to simulate a different day, and moved them slightly to another
part of the swings.

"How'd you do?"  Crash asked as they began.

"Three hundred.  Not enough, but at least it's some.  Not a lot of kids my
age have big money."

"Three hundred is good.  I made another five hundred, so that's another
eight off the fifteen, leaving us with only..."  he paused as if doing the
math in his head.

"Seven hundred," Duane said impatiently.  "We need another seven hundred."

"Yeah, but we have another problem," Crash announced.

"What now?  Is drug dealing always this hard?  I thought drug dealers were
loaded with cash."

"They are if they don't use their own product," Crash revealed.

"So, duh!  Stop doing the drugs," Duane said quickly.  "What's the other
fucking problem?"

"Well, we're now out of things to sell, and I bought that last batch from a
different dealer.  I owe him $300, but I have a little extra time to pay
for that."

"So you're back to owing a thousand?  I'm thinking you're gonna be selling
your ass.  I'm just gonna make sure I'm nowhere around when you meet him."

"And you shouldn't be, Duane.  This isn't your problem.  I did have an idea
though.  What if everyone sees that we're not friends anymore?  The only
reason Farris is dragging you into this is because we're friends.  He
thinks by intimidating you, he can get to me.  He couldn't use that if
we're not friends."

"Okay, so we just say we're not friends any more until this is over," Duane
nodded.

"Nah, it's got to be more believable than that.  We need a big public fight
where we literally beat the crap out of each other."

"Like we fake a fight that everyone can see?"

"No, I'm talking a real fight.  Bloody lip, fractured skull, torn clothes.
One where people need to tear us apart while we still act like we're trying
to kill us."

"Dude, I don't want to hurt you," Duane said with a small smirk.  "Would we
be friends again afterward?"

"Maybe when everything is resolved and a believable bit of time goes by.
We wouldn't jump right back into being friends, or he'd know it was staged.
Could you handle a fight like that?"

"Me?  Hell yeah, I could.  Like I said, I don't wanna bust you up too bad
though."

"Sorry buddy, but I actually know how to fight.  I'd probably do some
serious damage to you, but I don't see any other way to get out of this and
make sure he doesn't come after you.  You'd maybe have a couple black eyes,
possibly a broken rib or two, a cut or two."

"Maybe I could take my chances with Farris," he said, sounding less
confident that previous.

 "I wouldn't.  If we fight, you'd be out of this completely.  If you stand
up against Farris, you'd be all the way involved, and you shouldn't be.
I've seen what happens to guys that don't pay on time.  Trust me, he's not
kidding about selling you."

"No way I'd let some dude play with my ass."

"That might be the easy part," Crash shrugged.  "They could do way worse.
Like drug you up so bad you can't get clean again.  They pass you around
like a sex toy, or use you as a punching bag when they need to release
anger.  Dude, it's not worth the risk.  Stay home, I'll give him what I
have and take whatever punishment he deals.  But you gotta hide until it's
over, or he will come for you if he thinks it's more beneficial to hurt my
friends."

"We still have time.  Maybe we can figure other shit out before you need to
pay him," Duane suggested.  "I gotta get home."

"Cut."  The director yelled and the scene was over.

"Whoa, that was intense," Joel said as soon as the lights went off on the
set.  "Is Crash really going to beat Blake up?"

"No, Crash is going to beat Duane up if they go through with it."

Blake bounced up to us.  "So?  What did you think?"

"That was awesome, Blake.  You're really good.  Don't let that guy beat you
up, though," he said with concern.

"I think that's where this is gonna go.  It'd be good drama," Blake
surmised.  "Don't worry, all the wounds would be make-up and the fight
would be fake.  It's likely with a scene that intense that they're gonna
use stunt double for the actual fight.  We'll only have to go in for the
close-up shots, and to show damage being inflicted."

"I don't think I'd like to watch that scene," Joel admitted.

"You could help me get the makeup off afterward.  I'm sure I'll need help
in the shower, what with my broken ribs, cuts and bruises, and such," he
teased.  "Let's go back to my trailer so I can change before we head home.
I have to leave the outfit for wardrobe to pick up.  They log everything
back in according to the scene it was worn in, so that if we have to do it
again, we have the right clothes.  Imagine how fucked up this stuff is
gonna be after a major fight."

"Do you wear the same stuff?"  Joel asked.

"Probably not.  They'll have clothes that look the same, but are designed
to rip easier, or in various states, depending on which part of the fight
scene we are filming.  It all gets complicated, so I don't try to figure it
out.  I just wear what wardrobe gives me.  It's up to them to know what
scene requires what."

The boys took off, and since there was a pause in production, I headed back
to my trailer to re-read the sides.  I had to practice my lines for the
next time I was due on set.  `Don't, Scott!'  That's it.  Those were my
lines.  I know it sounds simple, but you have to really put the emphasis in
the right spot to get your point across.  Should I say DON'T, Scott, or
Don't, SCOTT!  And how should my face look?  Mean, angry, surprised,
sexually frustrated.  It's a lot to practice.  If I had as many lines as
J.P., I'd be a nervous wreck.  I was sitting on my couch reading the script
trying to get an idea of how to play this, when there was a knock on my
door.

"Come in!"  I yelled.  I could have gone with `you may enter', or
`permission to enter is granted', but I don't want to overdo the acting.

The door opened and Thad walked in.  "Hi, you busy?"  He asked.

"No, just reading the script.  Come in."

He entered and as the door closed behind him, I noticed he locked it before
coming over to where I was seated.  "Just have a break so I thought I'd
come over and see you," he said.

"Great.  Have a seat," I replied and waited for him to sit next to me.  He
made small talk for about five minutes before moving on to what I assumed
was his real reason for visiting.

"Blake invited me and the other guys to join him for more of his YouTube
videos."

"Nice.  He's usually off doing those on weekends."

"Yeah, that's what he said.  He wants to do a jungle themed one at some
island he knows.  He said the idea is to rescue two little kids from fierce
head hunters or cannibals.  Some of us will be the cannibals and some the
rescuers."

"Sounds like an interesting video.  Which of you are the kids being
rescued?"

He shrugged.  "I'm not sure.  He said he knows some little kids who would
love to be part of it."

"Probably the twins and his brother and cousin," I surmised.  I could just
see the excitement on Travis and Trevor at being part of this.

"I dunno, but he seems to have it all figured out," Thad replied.  "I was
worried at first when he said the place he wanted to go was called Bare
Island.  Wasn't sure that we should be filming if there were lots of bears
around, but he explained it was the other type of bare, like as in no
clothes."

"He'd be right," I laughed.  "Although I sometimes think it'd be less
terrifying with actual bears."

"That's what I think.  He said when we finish filming, we can all go
swimming and exploring, but leave our clothes.  So that's the other thing I
wanted to ask you," he said beginning to look a little more nervous now.

"What is?"  I asked.

"So you remember when you ran into me in your kitchen when I was over?"
Thad asked.

"Sure."

"And you were naked."

"Yeah, like I said before, sorry about that.  I wasn't expecting anyone to
be awake."

"That part was okay.  I was just sort of wondering if maybe you could give
me some tips on how to...ummm...you know...not get an erection when you
walk around naked?  You were able to keep yours down, so I figured maybe
you'd know how to do it."

"It takes practice and concentration, especially if you aren't naked a lot.
Are you worried about that?"

"Yeah, a bit.  I'd be super embarrassed if I went to Blake's island place
and got a boner around the other guys when we were swimming."

I smiled at Thad as he was looking a lot more nervous now.  "First, I doubt
you'd be the only guy to react to running around without clothes.  I'm sure
others wouldn't be used to it either.  Second, if you're going to be
swimming in the lagoon there, that water is cold enough to prevent any
erection."

"But as soon as I got out of the water, it'd be a problem again.  Anytime I
take my clothes off when others are around, I get a boner.  It's so
annoying."

"What about at school changing for gym?"

"I change fast, and after gym where we need to shower, I wrap a towel
around myself and keep it close until I have to stand under the water.  I
make sure it's colder water and then go fast.  Mostly I just stare at the
wall, and then race to my towel afterward."

"Best advice I can give you is just to spend time naked, and try to ignore
the fact you don't have clothes on.  The only reason we get erections in
those situations is because we find them exciting and perhaps a little
forbidden, so it becomes a bit of a thrill, which will inflate the junk.
Like the night I ran into you in the kitchen.  Everyone at our house is
used to walking around without clothes.  It's just pretty normal, so we
don't think anything of it.  It's not exciting so we don't react to it.  It
takes a while but you get used to it."

"I can't exactly wander around my house naked," Thad reasoned.  "My parents
would have me sent to a mental institution."

I laughed.  "So go to Wreck Beach and lie out there.  That's a great place
to get used to being naked.  That's how I first got used to it."

"You did?  Like you just went down there and took your clothes off?"

"More like I lay on the sand face down until I got my penis under control.
After that, I had a couple close calls for a few hours, but then it was
like someone flipped a switch and it was no big deal anymore.  Now I can
control it every time."

"Wish I could do that.  Not sure I'd be able to go to a public beach and
get naked.  Not even if everyone else was.  I'd be worried they'd all be
looking at me."

"Easiest way is to take a friend along.  Block out everyone else and just
concentrate on hanging out together, ignoring the fact that you don't have
clothes," I suggested.

Thad laughed.  "Yeah, not sure I have any friends that would be into doing
that."

"Take Blake.  He'd be naked in the car for the drive over to the beach," I
said with a smirk.

"No offense, but Blake would be the worst guy to go with.  He's so sexual
that he'd probably get a boner just so he could show it off to everyone."

I laughed.  "That's true.  Seems like you're getting to know Blake pretty
well," I smiled.  "One way to help yourself is just to masturbate ahead of
getting naked.  That'll help calm your hormones down a bit.  I realize it
may not be practical in every situation, but if you're planning on going
some place to just be naked, then it definitely helps."

"Probably wouldn't be good after gym class.  Not sure the guys would
appreciate me flogging it on the bench in the change room."

I dunno.  Might give them an excuse to do it as well.  You're likely not
the only guy nervous about undressing in front of others.  Best advice
though is to just normalize being naked.  The more you wander around
without clothes, the less you care about it, and the better your dick
control becomes.  Come over to the house whenever you want.  You can run
around naked 24/7 and no one will care at all."

Thad laughed again.  "I'd probably still be too nervous.  I should probably
start smaller."

"No pun intended, right?"  I teased.

"What?  Oh..." he laughed, "Yeah, I guess so, huh.  Ummm...I was wondering
since you seem okay being...you know...naked, would you maybe wanna hang
out with me so I can get used to it.  I think it'd be easier around one
person than a ton of people."

"I'd be fine with it, if you think it'd help," I replied.

"Awesome.  I think Blake is gonna want to go do his video thing in a few
weeks, and I'd like to be in control by then.  I'd feel like a pervert if I
were the only one throwing a rod."

"Trust me, you won't be the only one.  I'm curious, who else did he
invite?"

"I think he said he'd have his regular crew, his friend Joel, and then
Cameron, London, Aiden, Garren, `Marvin'.  Probably others too, but that's
all I know for sure."

He invited London.  Now I HAVE to get a ticket to this event.  Wonder if
offering to captain the boat would get me access?  Maybe I could become
part of the crew for the shoot.  I could be in charge of sunscreen.  Now I
know Thad won't be the only one on the island with a boner.  I'm already
getting one.

"Sounds like he's making an epic video.  If you want to practice being
naked around others, I'm happy to help anyway I can," I replied.

"Awesome," he said as he stood up.  I figured he had what he needed and was
ready to leave.  I'd be wrong.  He quickly pulled off his shirt and then
unfastened his pants and removed those, leaving him in just his underwear.
He turned to face me.  "Are you sure you don't mind?  I'm already kind of
excited about the idea, so you can see what I mean about what happens when
I get naked," he said looking down at himself.

He was clearly sporting an erection in his shorts.  Normally I'd reach up
and yank his shorts down to get a look at the goods, but I really wanted to
help him gain control.  It's the teenage boy curse.  From 13 to 18 that
appendage controls your life.  The faster you take charge of it, the better
you'll be.

"In a case like that, just sit back down and we'll talk about something
else until it goes back down.  If you learn to ignore it, eventually it'll
stop popping up to look for attention."

He said back beside me and adjusted his crotch so it was more comfortable.
"You should try sitting in school all day when girls are around.  They
smell good with their perfume and shampoo.  All my friends and me have the
same problem like a dozen times a day."

I laughed.  "I hear you.  School was the worst for boners as you couldn't
get away from the visuals and smells that made you horny.  You just need to
attend an all-naked school," I teased.

"That would be the death of me.  I'd need to get a couple more litres of
blood just to power the rest of my body," he joked.

"How about we play a video game while we're hanging out?  When you think
you have your erection under control, casually slip your shorts off, and
we'll keep talking as if you're not naked."

"Would you maybe get naked too so that I don't feel as weird; if you're
okay doing that?"  He asked.

"You know I'm okay with that.  Let's set the game up first," I said as I
got up to turn things on.  Before I sat back down, I removed my clothes and
sat beside him.  Best way to get a boy comfortable with someone naked is to
sit right up against them without your clothes.  Or is that the best way to
make them feel overwhelmingly uncomfortable?  I'll have to look it up.

We fired up the game and I noticed he looked over at me a couple times.
"See, that's what I'm talking about.  You don't have clothes on and you're
totally cool with it.  I'm in my underwear thinking about being naked and
I'm so hard it hurts," Thad commented as we picked out characters.

"Like I said, it's because I'm so used to it, I don't even notice.  I
promise that after you've done it a few times, you won't even care.  Blake
had a party recently where he had a hundred friends over, and the only
requirement was that they all had to be naked.  It took less than half an
hour before everyone was totally fine with it.  I'm talking all ages from 5
to 28."

"No way he had a party like that," he replied quickly, then looked at me.
"He did?  Like a hundred guys?"

"At least.  Plenty of them started out in the pool as it was cold water,
but before the day ended, they were on the trampoline and playing
basketball."

"I should have gone to that party," he reasoned.  We didn't talk for a bit
as we focused on the game.  As the first round ended, I let my peripheral
vision watch Thad remove his underwear.  He did it slowly and quietly, so I
didn't say anything as we played the next round.  I could see him squirming
more than before, so I did glance down at him.  I smiled as I saw him
trying to hide his erection, but again didn't say anything.

As the next round ended, he looked over at me.  "How long does it normally
take before I get used to it?"  He asked.

"Before you get used to what?" I replied, playing dumb.

"Being naked?"  He asked looking down, which gave me permission to look as
well.

"It varies.  Right now, you're sitting beside me on a couch still trying to
hide the fact that you're naked.  If you were walking around in a setting
like a party or the beach, you'd be focused on other things so it would
take your attention off it.  Right now, that's all you're focused on.  For
the record, Thad, it's not like you should hide that, hard or soft."

He chuckled.  "Oh right.  I forgot you said you liked it.  Do you really
like playing with a penis?"

"More than video games," I chuckled.

"So, I'm curious about something you said before.  You said that if I were
gay, you'd have already had sex with me.  Why?"

I laughed.  "Why?  Just look in the mirror.  That's why.  Let's face it,
I'd have sex with any cute guy if they were into it."

"But because I'm straight, you wouldn't?"

I gave an amused smirk and stared at him.  "I suppose it doesn't matter if
you're gay, straight, or anything in between.  It only matters whether
you'd want to have sex with someone.  You let me feel your penis when we
were in the kitchen, but you stopped before it went beyond your comfort
level.  That's allowed.  Some straight boys wouldn't even go that far.
Others would keep going until they'd experienced a good railing to activate
their prostate.  Depends on you, not on societies expectation of a
sexuality."

"I think I understand.  But isn't it kinda mean to start something with
someone and then stop when you've had enough or can't go further.  That's
sort of disrespecting the other person," Thad reasoned.  I wanted to point
out to him that talking about sex wasn't going to make him more at ease
about being naked, but I figured that might have him jump back into his
clothes.  For now, I'm happy with him naked.

"It's more about respecting yourself," I explained.  "You can always
explain to your partner that you've reached your comfort level at the
moment.  It doesn't mean you couldn't try again in the future and do more
if you chose to.  It also means you could have satisfied a curiosity and
never revisit that scenario again.  It's always about how you feel.  The
other person would have to accept that.  Same as you'd have to accept their
limits."

"I totally would," he nodded.

I smirked.  "So, if you were with a girl, having a ton of fun in bed,
rolling around kissing, maybe doing a little oral and you were ready to go
all the way.  You get so far as to put a condom on, and you're right at her
pussy ready to slide in.  Then she says `Stop!  I'm not sure I can do it.'
Do you keep going, telling her it'll be okay, or do you stop and give her
space?"

He grinned.  "Were you watching when I had sex with my first girlfriend?"
He chuckled.  "I was younger then, but I told her it would be okay, leaned
in to kiss her and went in anyway.  Turned out okay, but she was sort of
freaked out for a bit."

"And now that you're older, what would you do?"  I asked grinning.

"Same thing, only I'd go slower.  No way I'd stop when I'm that horny.
Probably wrong, right?"

"I think if she said no, I wanna stop, and you kept going it'd be wrong.
If they say `I'm not sure', it's more about nerves, so going slow is okay
as long as she doesn't give a definitive no.  Same with a guy.  You told me
to stop when we were in the kitchen and we stopped.  If you'd said `maybe
you should stop or I'm gonna cum, I'd have kept going and assured you it'd
be okay.  See the difference?"

"Yeah.  I get it, but I still think the other person would be upset," Thad
reasoned.

"Maybe, but that's their problem to deal with, not yours.  As long as you
give some sort of explanation why you stopped, most reasonable people would
be okay with it.  Especially if you're in a relationship.  I know you want
to know this stuff, but it's not the best topic for helping you to get
comfortable being naked.  In fact it's the opposite topic.  You're making
me hard thinking about it," I said with a smile.

He looked down at me.  "Guess this is the first time I actually get to see
your boner, huh?"

"You probably saw it in the kitchen," I replied.

"I wasn't really looking, mainly because I was nervous and it was also
dark.  Yours looks bigger than mine.  Do they keep growing as you get
older?"

"Not usually.  They get to full size pretty quick and then stop."

"Is this as big as I'm gonna get?"

"Nothing to complain about.  You're easily 6, maybe six and a half.  More
than average."

"Yeah?" he asked with a bit of a grin.  "Uhhh..." he stammered as he looked
at me.

I smiled.  "Eight and a half," I said, anticipating his next question.  Not
like it's the first time I've been asked.

"Wow.  That's pretty big.  I guess that's how come Blake has a big one too,
huh?"

"I'm sure genetics play a part in it," I admitted.  The whole time we'd
been talking, we had also been playing our video game, but the distraction
hadn't helped him lose the erection and he noticed.

"I don't think being naked is helping me get used to it," he said as he
adjusted himself.

"You need a different setting, and definitely a different subject to talk
about.  Plus sitting against each other isn't helping."

"How come you're hard, if you are used to being naked?" He asked
reasonably.

"You want the blunt answer?"

"Do I?  Okay, sure.  I guess that's more honest, right?"

"It's clearer," I nodded.  "I'm hard because we're talking about sex.
That's usually a trigger for your penis.  I mean it doesn't help that
you're also naked and hard.  Part of my brain is already having sex with
you."

"Oh.  Ummm...so should I go?  Maybe we could go to Wreck beach someday and
see if that's any better."

"Or you could come over to the house, and spend the day with me and Blake.
Leave the clothes at the door and see where the day takes you."

He chuckled and then added a bit of a giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing.  I'm just thinking that knowing Blake, the day would probably
take me into a bed somewhere."

"Only if you were tired and needed a nap," I said trying not to agree with
him.  I already had the bed, lube, and positions all picked out.  "Trust
me, you just need to normalize nudity, and you'll be fine with it.  How
about another blunt comment?  Stand up and let me take care of that
erection for you?  It'll calm your hormones and I think you'll be amazed at
how different you feel."

"You mean take care of it like before?"  He asked for clarification.

"Except don't stop me until you actually cum.  Maybe we'll add a few
enhancements to make sure you'll be relaxed when you're done."

"Just don't tell anyone, okay?  I'm okay fooling around sometimes, I just
don't want it to be public knowledge," he replied.

"Then you may not want to have sex when Blake is in the room.  He enjoys
telling people who he's hooked up with, and providing plenty of details
along the way."

"Yeah, I noticed," Thad said as he stood up and faced me.  I pulled him
between my legs and reached up to take hold of him.  He gasped.

"Sorry, are my hands cold?"  I asked.

"No.  It's just I'm still not really used to anyone grabbing my dick.  I
still consent though."

I gently stroked his cock as I watched it closely.  It's always fun to see
balls reacting to the stimulation as they move in the sack.  His cock was
so hard it was almost difficult to pull it down into a horizontal position.
He wasn't lying about not being used to it as I saw his toes curl as he
began to tense up.

"I think I'm gonna cum soon.  Maybe you should stop so I don't make a mess
all over you," he reasoned.

I kept going as it wasn't a firm stop command.  "It wouldn't be the first
time a guy has cum all over me," I chuckled.  "Trust me, it's not a
problem, but it's probably better if I just catch it all so that we don't
actually make a mess."

"I sometimes make a lot, so you might not be able to catch everything," he
replied politely.

"I will if I do it like this," I said as I moved my face forward and took
his dick into my mouth.  He gasped and instantly put his hand on my
shoulder.  He barely had time to figure it out before he was blasting a
load down my throat.  I swallowed fast, and he wasn't kidding, he makes a
lot.  I'm not going to need protein for a week.

As soon as he was done, and I'd licked the surplus from his slit, he wiped
his dick dry and sat back down beside me.  "Ummm...thanks.  Wasn't
expecting a blowjob."

"Figured that was easier than having to get towels to clean up with.  Also
stops the whole room of smelling like cum.  Were you okay with it?"

"Yeah.  I've had a couple blowjobs before."

"That was less of a blowjob and more like a cum catching.  If you ever want
a real blowjob, I can show you, but for now, you're probably better off
focusing on just being comfortable naked."

"Yeah, I'll work on it," he said as he grabbed his underwear and quickly
began to get dressed.  This is the post orgasm, `I gotta get the fuck out
of here', phase.

"Thanks Justin.  Would you be okay if I wanted to come over and hang out
like this again sometime?"

"Anytime.  I'm always in the mood for company, and I'd never turn down a
nice cock to suck...or more," I smiled.  He thanked me again and took off.

If Blake is right about Thad, I look forward to exploring him further.  I'm
already thinking about how tight his ass might be.  That's my Achilles heel
when I'm naked.  I have to turn off the sex part of my brain, or I'm the
one with the erection at an inappropriate moment.  I got dressed and tidied
myself up.  So far, this is turning out to be a good day.  My new approach
of going back to normal Justin is paying off.  Now it's time to see who's
next.

I opened the door to my trailer to find Blake and Joel sitting in a lawn
chair 3 metres away staring back at me.  "What are you doing?" I asked as I
exited and walked over to them.

Blake took a sip of his root beer.  "What am I doing?  What are you doing?"

"As always, I'm minding my own business," I replied.

"With Thad huh?  Did you two hook up?  They totally boned," he added,
looking at Joel.

"We did not bone, Blake," I said as I put my hand on his shoulder.  "If you
want to know something like that, go ask Thad."

"This isn't your patient/therapist stuff.  All I wanna know is how good he
was.  Who did what?"

"That just something you have to find out for yourself.  If you do have sex
with him, try to last more than 10 seconds.  I've heard your specialty is
the five second fuck."

Joel gave a small snicker.

"That's not true.  I can go for hours," Blake said defending himself.
"Have you done anyone else?"

"Guess you'll never know, but as I've told you, take an opportunity when
it's presented," I said.  Giving out my expert parental advice again.  I
looked at Joel and immediately imagined that his middle name was now
Opportunity.

I headed off to makeup to get touched up for my next scene.  It was a
pretty short scene.  I was only in it long enough for Scott to put his hand
on my shoulder as we hung out together.  "DON'T, Scott!"  I said as I
pulled away from him.  He looked shocked and that was the scene.  Not sure
where that fits in, but I nailed it.  This acting thing is mostly boring.
Good thing they get paid a lot.

After my day finally wrapped, and I was free to go home, Blake came over to
me.

"Hi Dad.  Just to let you know, Joel and I are going out for dinner, so
don't wait for us.  We'll catch another car home."  He took off almost as
fast as he'd arrived.

For an adult, `going out to dinner' meant a nice restaurant, for Blake,
that probably meant McDonald's or Wendy's, maybe KFC if they're using the
big dinner budget.  I wonder if Thad would like to go out to dinner and
then maybe back to the house for dessert, but I didn't see him around
anywhere.  Disappointing.

I didn't stay overly disappointed for long as I saw Cameron a short
distance away, and went over to talk to him.  Yes, he was next on the list.
He was one of those guys that blends into a crowd easily as he was
unassuming.  He also had a very generic look from a distance, but up close
he was much more interesting.  Only time I'd ever seen Cameron before this
was on his TV show Mare of Easttown.  Didn't really pay much attention to
him though until the shocking finale twist.  Of course, that was a couple
years ago when he was barely a teenager, and he'd definitely grown a lot
since then.  I'd put him in the middle category of boys I find interesting.

The top tier in my world had long blond shaggy hair, piercing eyes,
prominent jaw lines, tanned California surfer boy look, tight firm pecs and
abs, completely smooth bodies, (except for some light leg hair).  He also
had to be confident and not shy about his body.  All of his body.  Their
cocks are cut, slightly thicker than average, at least 6 inches in length.
The balls had to be big enough to give your hand something to hold onto.
Asses were firm, taught, and smooth, with a nice pink hole that was sweet
tasting enough to lick for hours.  Those were the type you'd see in Surfer
Twink International magazines.

My second tier were smooth boys who weren't shy about being naked.  They
should still have no body hair, although short trimmed pubes would be okay
in this category.  I'd also accept uncut dicks as long as the boy knew how
to take care of it.  Asses should still be smooth and lickable, but I'd
allow for a few small stubble hairs from their shaving.  I'd even accept a
few flat ass cheeks as long as the boy could bottom properly.  They could
be a little spongey in the middle as they developed their abs and pecs, and
they could have any colour hair...even red.  Hey...it's like pineapple on
pizza.  You're either strongly opposed, or for it.  No happy medium.

Down at the bottom in the `if there's no one else' category, were the boys
with multiple tattoos on their body, (usually anyone with more than four
was hitting this list.)  They also could have long unkempt pubes, body hair
and maybe a beer belly.  If I was in one of those `fuck it' moods, I'd hook
up with a guy like that just to be thrown around for rough sex.  Mostly I'm
not into that, but occasionally you get in the live dangerously frame of
mind, and go seek out trouble.

Cameron was in the middle tier.  Cute enough to take to bed and have fun
with, but not so hot as to make me stop everything else I was doing.  Joel
would be in my top tier of interests, but with Blake's caveat that I
couldn't have him, Joel was mostly in a category of his own right now.  Top
tier adjacent.  The only guy on set that would fit my perfect category is
London.  Before I saw him naked and took him to bed, he was an 81 on the
bangable scale.  Once I'd slid up inside him, he jumped up to a 90.  He
would have scored higher, but he was a bit whiny about it hurting.  They
only get a 96 score if they meet all criteria, and have spent the night in
bed with me where they've received several warm loads.  Let's be honest,
there's only one guy that gets a 100 score.  That's Colin.

"Hey Cameron," I said as I approached.

He turned and smile at me.  "Oh hey...uh... Hi!"  he said stammering
slightly before recovering.

"Justin," I said making it easier for him.

"Right.  Sorry.  I still can't tell you guys apart right away.  Hope that's
not insulting or anything."

"I'm used to it.  You still shooting today?"

"No, just finished.  I gotta tell you though, I have a whole new respect
for stuntmen.  They let me do some of my own stunts today and every part of
my body hurts.  I think I feel muscles that I didn't even know I had," he
said as he moved his neck around and stretched his back and arms.

"I've heard some of them can be pretty intense.  What sort of stunts were
you doing?"

"Football tackles mainly.  They were doing some B roll stuff and I thought
it'd be fun to be part of it.  I may have overdone it a little," he said
bending over to stretch, before standing back up.

I went behind him and put my hands on his shoulders to squeeze his neck.
"You probably just need a massage to make sure the muscles don't stiffen
up.  Work out the knots before they really take hold," I suggested.

"Yeah, probably.  That kinda hurts, but feels good too," he admitted.
"Either I'm out of shape or those real football players must be super
tough."

"They're conditioned for it.  They train a lot to be able to take
punishment like that, but they get hurt too.  I've seen where they have ice
baths and heat compresses, even massage therapists on staff.  Just goes to
show you're a real athlete now," I joked.

"Well, I'd like to feel like a real athlete, without also feeling like my
body is 80," he laughed.

"We could fix that.  Come back to my trailer and I'll give you a massage
for a few minutes.  Hit the muscles that are the worst, and when you get
home, you can soak in warm water to make sure you don't seize up."

"Cool.  Sounds good to me," he said as I paused my shoulder massage.  He
followed me to my trailer and we entered.  "I'm surprised you didn't get a
double trailer.  This is almost exactly the same as mine."

"We're technically only guest stars.  J.P. and Blake both got doubles as
they're main cast.  I don't mind.  I'm barely ever in here."

"I'm in mine a lot, especially between scenes.  You gotta take naps when
you can as you never know how long a shoot is gonna take," he reasoned.

"That's probably true.  I guess if you've been in the business a while you
learn those tricks.  I'm more interested in watching how things are done
behind the scenes."

"I was like that at first.  Now it's not as interesting, unless there's
something specific I wanna watch," Cameron commented.

"Cool.  Okay, let's look after those muscles before you seize up like a
statue.  Take your shirt and pants off and lie on the bed."

"Pants too?" He asked looking at me as if confused.

"Means I can get to your lower back easier, plus its more comfortable than
being in your jeans.  I mean you can keep them on if you want, up to you."

"I'm good," he said as he pulled off his shirt and pants before flopping
face down on the bed.

He was wearing typical brand name white boxer briefs that fit snugly, and I
wasn't complaining about that as they showed off a nicely shaped round ass.
The rest of his body was about as average as most teens.  Slight baby fat,
but with the developing definition that comes with maturity.  This is
normally the part where I strip to my own underwear and straddle the guy
I'm about to massage, but I figured that might be inappropriate since I've
barely spoken to Cameron for more than a minute at a time.  I was sort of
kicking myself for not having massage oil in my trailer, and for a brief
second debated using lube, but that would get him all sticky by the time it
was over.  Teenagers are sticky enough.  No need to help them in that
regard.  Lube is great for fucking, not so good when it starts to dry.

I got on the bed and straddled his waist, being careful not to sit back on
his ass.  I started slowly by returning to massage his neck, asking if the
pressure was okay.

"Yeah, it's fine.  It kinda hurts but not so much that it's painful.  If
that makes sense," he replied.

"Yep.  Makes sense.  You want to feel the muscles and knots being worked,
but not having you in so much pain you can't relax.  There may be one or
two knots that'll be so tight they hurt, but we'll cross that when we come
to it.

We made some small talk while I worked on him.  I felt bad every time
Cameron tensed up as I hit a knotted muscle, but he seemed to be relaxing
enough to enjoy it.  I finished with his shoulders and neck, then moved
down his back requiring that I shuffle down to straddle his thighs.  Once
again being careful to avoid sitting directly on his ass.  I worked his
back as effectively as I'd done his shoulders, and was still mad at myself
for not having massage oil handy as it always feels better with it.  A
couple of times on his lower back I eased under the waistband of his
underwear just a little, as I pressed hard to get to the muscles.  I saw
him tense up, and assumed it was from the pressure on his back, rather than
my fingers under his waistband.

As I went to inch his underwear down, one of his hands came up to hold them
in place.  "I'm just going to ease them down a bit so I can get to your
lower back easier.  For a regular massage you'd only be wearing a towel as
you wouldn't want massage oil to stain your clothes," I explained.

"You go naked at a massage?"  He asked sounding surprised.

"For a full body massage you would, but it's not like you lie out naked.
They put a towel over you and only move part of it at a time when they
massage each butt cheek.  Same when they do your front.  They keep a towel
over you, although that doesn't usually hide erections," I said giving a
small chuckle.

"Wait, guys get erections during a massage?  That'd be embarrassing."

"Maybe the first time, but after you know what to expect, you get used to
it.  Depending on the masseur or masseuse they may even take care of it for
you."

He chuckled slightly.  "That'd be a happy ending, right?"

"Right.  Nothing makes a guy happier than that.  Well, a couple other
things may, but during a massage, that's a good definition of happy."

"I don't think I'd be affected like that.  I mean you're massaging me and
I'm not hard or anything," he reasoned.

"Probably because I'm just doing your back.  Like I said, you'd normally be
naked and the massage would use oil to make it feel even better.  Normally
you wouldn't get any sort of real reaction until you're getting the butt
cheeks massaged and then the thighs.  You brain sends out sort of a warning
signal that hands are getting really close to private areas.  It also
depends on who is massaging you.  I mean if you're straight and some
topless 20-year-old woman is doing it, you might bone up faster than if
some fully clothed 60-year-old grandma was your masseuse."

"Or if some guy was doing it," he added.

"I dunno.  I think if the guy was good looking and shirtless, you might
react.  Especially since the massage from a guy is usually very different
than that from a woman."

"Have you had massages from both?"  He asked.

"I have.  But then I'm extremely open minded, so I've pretty much had every
type of massage you can imagine.  From simple shoulder to prostate
massages."

"Do you get the happy ending ones?"  He asked curiously.

"Of course.  I found someone that does a really good job, so I'd be super
disappointed if my massage didn't end up like that."

"Wow.  I'm not sure how I'd react to that."

"You never know that until it actually happens.  First time I got an
erection, I almost freaked out.  Now I think I get the erection on my way
to the massage," I laughed.

"Do the massage people stay in their clothes or do they get naked too?"  He
said as he tried to get as much information as he could.  I know the
feeling.  Nothing worse than looking like a newbie when you go for a real
massage."

"Again, that depends on where you go and what they offer.  Almost all
professional masseuses stay clothed, but you'll find a few that enjoy
making more money by taking their clothes off.  Best thing to remember is
that the more personal you want the massage to be, the more expensive it's
likely to be."

"I'll bet the happy ending one is expensive huh?"  Cameron said as he
turned his head to the side to talk easier.

"It usually requires additional tipping," I replied.  "But for the record,
guys are way better at knowing what another guy likes when it comes to
that.  I've had both male and female massages and for me it's a 100% better
with a guy.  Especially when it comes to a prostate massage."

"Isn't the prostate inside your ass?  How would you massage it?" He asked
innocently.  Learning curve about to be expanded.

"It is.  They usually do it with a finger.  Those types of massages only
usually happen at the end once you're nice and relaxed.  You wouldn't want
a finger probing around in you while you're tense.  Girls don't really know
much about the prostate, so never let them in there, especially with their
long nails.  They could wreck you.  Guys know what it feels like, so they
know what to do.  Plus we usually have short nails too."

"I sure wouldn't be relaxed if someone did that to me.  You mean they put
their finger right up your butt?"  He asked, shocked.

"That's usually how it starts, yes," I said as I eased the back of his
shorts down to expose the top of his ass as the massage continued.  This
time he didn't stop me.  He had a medium size ass.  Fairly round and with a
little hair in the crack.  I could see all of him yet, but he didn't look
super hairy or anything.  "Once you get used to that massage, you can ask
for more."

"I always just thought a massage was lying on the table face down and they
rubbed your body until you were relaxed," Cameron commented.  "I also read
that the best compliment you can give a masseuse was to fall asleep during
the massage."

"I think that refers to being relaxed.  I've done that a few times.  Of
course, after a happy ending, every guy would fall asleep.  It's just how
we're wired," I joked.

"Do you think I'd like a happy ending type massage?" he asked.

I gave a small chuckle.  "Only you would know that for sure, but I'm
betting every guy would enjoy a happy ending.  How much they enjoy it would
depend on how well it was done, and how relaxed you were at the time."

"Oh.  I guess I won't know until I get that type of massage huh?  How much
do they cost?"

"Depends on the person giving it.  I'm sure the 60-year-old grandma would
be cheaper than a 19-year-old supermodel.  It also might depend on how big
your dick is and when you shot your load last.  How big are you?"

"Average I guess," he replied like most guys his age.  They have no real
concept of what average is.  Some are 5 inches, others are 7½, but
they'd both answer average.

"Then I'm sure you'd enjoy it.  I recommend not jerking off for at least 24
hours beforehand if you're looking for that sort of massage.  You'll find
it way better."

"I probably wouldn't look for that right away.  I mean this is my first
real massage as it is, and I think I'm more nervous than relaxed."

"Then we should probably stop for now.  Your back feels a lot looser now,"
I offered.

"Yeah.  It feels way better now.  Thanks," he replied.  "Should I pull my
shorts back up.  Feels weird with my butt out like this."

I slapped his ass cheek playfully.  "Sure, but if you go for a real
massage, don't look like a newbie and leave them on.  Lie on the bed with
the towel over your ass.  Sorry I didn't have any massage oil as that makes
it a lot better.  I'm talking tons better.  I'll make sure to have some
from now on in case you do more stunts.  Next time you want a massage, I'll
give you an ending so happy you won't stop smiling for a month."

He pulled his shorts up and sat up.  I took the opportunity to glance at
his crotch and he was right, he hadn't responded at all.  Could this be one
of those actual rare straight boys who don't enjoy being touched by other
guys?  I didn't know they were still a thing.  We have to get him to a drag
show right away so we can get him converted.  Then once he is, we'll rush
him right over to the Catholic church for his `baptism'.  Once he's
received the...ummm...body of Christ, we'll see if he enjoys massages after
that.  That how we get our numbers up.  Drag show, church, then massage.
It's in all the club handbooks.

"Thanks Justin.  My back feels so much better.  Guess I'll see you on set
tomorrow," he said as he got dressed and prepared to leave.  I walked him
to the door and followed him out.  I half expected Blake to be sitting
outside waiting.  He wasn't.

That night Garren came up to talk to me.  "What did you say to the director
today?"

"Nothing that I know of.  Mostly just clarifying his direction during
scenes.  That's about it.  Why?"

"I was promoted to the main cast today, as was London, and I got a feeling
that it was somehow because of you," he said as his eyes darted all over my
face as if to look for clues.  There are no clues.  I have a total poker
face.

"Me?  I don't think I have that kind of influence.  They probably just
spent the weekend reviewing what they've filmed and saw how charismatic you
are."

"Yeah, or maybe not that," he laughed.

"What did the director say?"

"Just that there was a change in the budget that allowed them to expand the
cast, and they wanted me to be part of it."

"Nice.  Congrats.  Do you think that producer would be pissed that he
doesn't get you now?"  I asked seriously.

"I doubt it.  He made a point of congratulating me after I'd heard I'd been
promoted, and then almost immediately went off to talk to another guy.
Guess he wins some and loses some."

"Guess so.  Wonder who's next on his list?  Congrats on the promotion,
regardless.  You deserve it buddy.  Wanna celebrate up in your bed?  I'll
bring the rope."

"Pass."

And just like that, we're back to the old Garren.

Colin put his arm around me after dinner and grinned.  "So?"

"So, what?"  I frowned.

"Did promoting London achieve its goal?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I chuckled.  "Yeah, it achieved its goal.  The
boy has been devirginized.  I think maybe he'd even give it up for you once
he learns you were part of his promotion."

"You're just handing out blond surfer boys now?"  He laughed as we moved to
the couch.

"You're a blond surfer boy and I hand you out tons."

"You hand me out, huh?" he said amused.

"Sure.  I let you go off and screw other guys, don't I?" I teased.

"You let me?  Hmmm...what if I insist that from now on we go monogamous.
Just you and me until death do us part."

"Fine.  I'll go get the shovel," I smirked.  "Do you want to be buried
looking out at the ocean or back over the house?"

"You're going to bury me in the back yard?"  He asked.

"Bury?  No.  The shovel is for the back of the head.  It's too much work to
dig an entire grave.  I'm just throwing the ashes.  Just wondered if you
wanted to be more ocean front, or back yard, facing."

"I think we can revisit the monogamy thing another day," he said caving in
fast.  Like his skull, after a shovel to it.  I have a dark side.

Tuesday was our last day of shooting for this episode, and thankfully, my
final day on set.  I admit I'd enjoyed it a lot, but I was more convinced
than ever that I was no actor.  I'm fine just being a face for the
publicity.  A sex symbol I can pull off.  Acting, not so much.  I was
watching an intense scene being filmed on the school set, where several
guys were getting into it.  I think it was being set up as a
miscommunication between the drugs being dealt, and who was dating someone
else's girlfriend.  They were each talking as if the other knew the
subject.  It was fun to watch, and I'm guessing the viewers will like this
as well, as it injected a bit of humour.  I was so focused that I missed
Blake bouncing up to me, until he'd put his arm around my waist.  I looked
at him and smiled.  He was grinning like he'd robbed a bank and gotten away
clean.

I frowned at him to let him know I was curious about why he was so giddy.
We had to be quiet while shooting, so I used my vast facial expressions to
communicate with him.  He just nodded his head to the side and I followed
him out of the studio.

"What's got you so excited?"  I asked.

"I get to fall off a roof.  Cool huh?"

"You're living the dream, son.  What exactly do you mean that you get to
fall off a roof?"

"Crash pushes me off the school roof, and I actually get to do my own
stunt," he beamed proudly.  "One of the stuntmen has been teaching me
stuff, like how to fake fight, and roll when I land from a jump.  Stuff
like that.  Later, I get to fall off a roof into a giant air bag.  That'll
be sweet."

"A normal parent would ask if it was safe, but I'm just going to go with,
don't piss anyone off, and do as you're instructed."

"Thanks.  Should be cool.  Never fallen off a roof before.  We should rent
one of those airbags so I can practice at home."

"I'll get right on it," I replied sarcastically.

"Cool, thanks," he said before rushing off.  I should have known better.

London took an opportunity to thank me for the promotion and promised he'd
do a good job to earn the position.  He never mentioned the sex, but he
didn't look away as if embarrassed to be around me, so that's hopeful.  I'm
expecting to be inside him again one day.

Cameron also found me later in the day to talk about massages again.  "I
looked up that stuff you told me, and there are sure some sexy type
massages, huh?"

"There are," I nodded in agreement.

"I read about massages and it seems like the most common happy ending type
is basically just a handjob using the massage oil.  Probably they don't do
blowjob endings because the dick is covered in oil, right?"

"Depends on whether that's planned ahead of time or not," I reasoned.

"Ummm, one thing I saw is some of the guys got like dildos or little butt
plugs pushed into them for those prostate massage things you mentioned.
They always seemed to cum from them.  Is that normally what happens with a
prostate?"

"Once you get used to something being inside you like that, the prostate is
very sensitive, and does push a lot of stimulation buttons.  I'd say after
you've gotten over the initial surprise of having something inside you like
that, you relax and enjoy the actual sensation, which in turn, makes you
orgasm," I replied as professionally as I could.  Meanwhile my dick was
responding to the idea of perhaps showing him how it felt.

"Oh.  Cool.  Guess that's something to add to my bucket list one day," he
nodded, before our conversation moved more to talk about scenes we've
filmed.  I added `do Cameron' to my own bucket list.  At this point in my
list, I'm going to need a bigger bucket, or perhaps different buckets, like
a sex bucket, an adventure bucket, and a try this weird food bucket.

I'm looking forward to Blake's video shoot on Bare Island when it happens,
and I'm hoping I'm more successful with some of the guys there, than I've
been on set.  Here's how I see the order progressing.  First, I'll find an
opportunity to enjoy London again.  Maybe take him up to the loft in the
cabin and fuck him while we look down on everyone else.  I'll try to keep
him quiet so we don't get caught, or I'll let him moan loudly so we do get
caught.  Still working that one out.  Once I've had that ride, I'll get
more tickets and use them on Thad, and get him to ride my cock.

The next person I'll be doing when the moment presents itself will be
Cameron.  I see him lying out in the sun and I offer to apply suntan
lotion.  Of course that'll progress to massage, and I'll suggest he try one
of the happy endings.  Depending on how relaxed he is, will decide whether
he just gets the basic handjob release or the full prostate stimulation
with as much as I can get into him.  Once he's used to it, I'll massage
everything all at once, using my hands, penis, and mouth.  That boy will be
so relaxed when I'm done with him, he'll be wobblier than Jell-O.  I'll
leave Aiden until last as he seems less interesting, and after Thad's
report of the night he slept over, I think Aiden is more the nervous shy
type.  Those are always fun to work on, but when time is limited, you go
for the fish in the barrel first.  Thad is such a fish.  Anyone have any
chips to go with it?

I was proud of myself for completing the first episode of the new season.
I'm officially an ac-tor, now!  I was ready for my close-up, and I got it.
Actually, I got several.  Most were close-ups of J.P. pretending to be me,
but it's not like history will ever know.  When they talk of my scenes, and
they will, it'll be the standard to which all other acting is compared from
now on.  Wait, I need to take another couple hits before I continue with my
self diagnosis.  I think I just need sleep...maybe some fish and chips.



End of Chapter.

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