Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2018 19:51:26 -0800 From: Boy Mercury X Subject: Buck Goes Pro This story is an entirely fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright Boy Mercury X 2018. If you're underage in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty depends on your donations. Please help by giving at http://donate.nifty.org/ donate.html Thanks to a4f for thinking it through, and along with Jeff for helpful fixes. Bros. You can find me on tumblr at boymercuryx.tumblr.com If you'd like to be on my email list about future publications, please email me at boymercuryx@gmail.com or jmercuryjones@gmail.com - either works. Talk to me. I love to hear from you. BUCK GOES PRO by Boy Mercury X 1. It was half past 11AM when Buck walked out of the bathroom onto the set, the set being a king size bed centered in an atrium awash with natural light. He'd jacked up his workout regimen in the weeks since he turned eighteen and it showed. His young muscles were pumped with testosterone, and his thick nine incher and egg sized balls swayed as he walked. All eyes turned to Jack for his response, the cameraman and the four other guys on crew, and the two bottoms. If anyone knew what Buck looked like, it was Jack. "Looking good sport," said Jack, suppressing a gulp as his underwear pulled tight. "You don't have to get hard yet." "S'okay," Buck said with a shrug. "You got a long time to go," Jack added. "I'm good," Buck answered. "Yeah," Jack sighed, glancing down again at Buck's stiff prick. "I'll bet you are." It had been years, two decades almost, since Jack had been on a set. He marveled at the new technology with the camera guys, Matthew and Eduardo. Everything had advanced so much, and Jack took in the information hungrily. There was a lot to learn, and it got his blood pumping to think about the possibilities. The atrium was in a home rented for the filming under a discreet contract. The abundant natural light was augmented by a sleek set of lamps of Kyu's. The room was lush with plants and carefully placed pieces of furniture. It was a sight better than anything they'd used in the nineties where cheap hotel rooms were the order of the day, until Jack had some control. But even with his improvements, they'd used nothing quite like this. "This looking good to you?" he asked Kyu, who volunteered to supervise the camera team as a favor to Jack. It was funny, Kyu had gotten his start as a kid on Jack's videos in the nineties, and now he was a seasoned pro with a reputation for filming with with natural light, using techniques Jack had pioneered and running his own company. Kyu nodded, and asked "What name is he using?" "Not sure," Jack answered. "Just Buck so far." With Kyu's go ahead, the cast and crew assumed their places. Jack considered briefly checking in with once more to see if Buck was sure he wanted to do this. But they'd talked enough over the last few weeks, and he knew the boy was set on it. "Alright you guys," Jack said, raising his thick arms framed in his snug black polo shirt, a big grin on his handsome face, "let's make porn!" "Aright Dad," said Buck with a cocky smirk. 2. Jack always hoped Buck would become a lawyer. He'd socked away more than enough in an education fund to cover it. No one in the family had gone to college before, though Jack did well for himself without it. But in his heart of hearts he discovered a surprising swell of pride that the boy wanted to follow in his footsteps. And facts were facts - the kid had the body, the kid had the face, the kid had the dick, and the kid loved to fuck. *Maybe I shouldn't have named him Buck*, Jack mused on the rhyme with *fuck*. He didn't want the kid to be a junior - hated guys who wouldn't let a son have their own name - but he also thought Buck sounded enough like Jack to link them. It seemed like a no-nonsense name for a standup guy. And as far as Jack could tell, that was exactly what Buck was growing up to be, discounting the normal youthful fuck-ups. And there was no reason the kid couldn't become a lawyer later. Everybody had a past nowadays, what with the internet and all. And it wasn't just that the kid had the aptitude for fucking professionally - he had the *attitude* for it. Curious, adventurous, up for anything and with a strong will to dominate whatever he set out to do. Knowing Buck like he did, the kid would just as likely set up one of those OnlyFans accounts, and be doing it anyway. Why not do it well, and get paid more for it? The prospect was enough to pull Jack out of retirement to direct, especially when he recalled his own first scenes, before he was star enough to call the shots. He'd be damned if he's let those sleazoids direct Buck, at least not until he knew the ropes himself. The kid was more sophisticated than Jack had been at that age, but at the same time more naive. Jack reflected he'd maybe been too much Buck's buddy and not enough his father. It had always been hard to know where to draw the line. He wished he could have slowed things down at the end there to help get Buck ready to be an adult. Not forever, just a little longer. But Buck was eighteen now, his birthday on New Year's Day. From here on he'd have to decide for himself what kind of man he wanted to be. And strangely enough, at forty-four and with a soon-to-be-empty nest, Jack had to decide the same thing for himself. 3. The bottoms, Tyler and Griff, were experienced but not yet jaded. Jack saw to that in screening them, though he had Buck pick them out himself. Jack himself had had to fuck enough guys with no chemistry when he started out, and he didn't want that for Buck, as a father or as a director. There was nothing better than chemistry in a fuck scene. It could manifest in a lot of different ways, but it couldn't be faked for any amount of money. Tyler was a fairly standard twink bottom, fit but slight, pretty enough in the face which could be useful for some straight tops. Some guys liked that in a male partner, someone pretty enough to be nearly a girl. Some liked a more masculine guy to dominate. Griff provided that, darker and muscular, not as big as Buck with his big round pecs and biceps and even rounder ass, but more cut. Jack didn't know yet which type Buck would do better with, so he opted for one of each. Tyler and Griff framed Buck in the king size bed as they began to kiss him. It was crazy odd for Jack. He was no stranger to the idea of the kid being sexual, after the parade of Buck's fuck partners through the house over the years and the near constant sound of his headboard banging the wall. On top of that, the kid still jacked off every day that Jack knew of, not counting the times he was probably doing it at school or wherever. But he'd never watched Buck like this, with his full lipped mouth opening for alternating tongues diving into it, and his own wet tongue firmly thrusting back. Tyler and Griff didn't take long getting Buck on his back, and Tyler was on his big cock like a starving man on a steak, while Griff latched onto the thick slab of Buck's tit and his dusky rose nipple. "Oh my GOD," Buck groaned, "I want you both to suck me off at the same time." Jack froze for a second and so did Griff. Twenty minutes in and Buck was already off script. But Griff responded by lowering himself and lapping at Buck's balls while Tyler swallowed the shaft. Jack nodded to the cameraman to stay on it. *God damn it*, thought Jack. He was irked, but had to admit they all looked good. The sight of both guys hungrily worshipping Buck's straight up cock made for a good show. "Oh yeah, that's so good," Buck grunted, wrapping both hands behind his head so his hairy pits showed. "Which one of you is gonna get my load?" Tyler swallowed him to the root and Buck arched his back and gasped, "Bro don't make me cum yet!" Tyler and Griff wrapped their mouths around either side of Buck's cock and ran up and down the shaft, their tongues flicking and sucking around the head. Griff reached a hand around to pry Buck's cheeks open with his hands and traced a finger over Buck's pucker, making him arch his back and groan. Jack lurched forward in some sort of protective instinct. That was stupid and unnecessary, and he he didn't know where it came from. He knew how these scenes went. And the swell in his own pants told him this was just getting good. *Keep your director pants on and your dad pants off*, he thought, but that didn't sound quite right either. Instead he reminded himself he was there for a job. 4. Jack got his start in the late 1990s. Between the choice of construction jobs or getting his cock sucked for cash he could see the better deal. Besides, the work was fun. He'd never had trouble throwing hard on command or going back-to-back with loads. Never had a problem fucking dudes, either. The money was better for that, and anyway, he'd fucked around enough with his buddies back in Oklahoma to know how good it could be. The studio wanted to give him a stupid dick name, but Jack insisted on his own first name, and added Chance. He liked the sound of that and could see right off how it could be played in titles. It took him most of a year of playing dumb and asking questions in vids to figure out the business. If some jackoff was going to make a buck off his sweat no one better suited than Jack himself. When he found a loophole to get out of his contract so he could start his own company his studio was shocked that the dummy with the big pecs could read. Jack liked that just fine. He always enjoying being underestimated. Even in those days with shit production values, it took some money to start up a company. Jack didn't have too much trouble getting "loans" from some dedicated fans, but he wasn't inclined to owe anyone anything. He worked hard to pay down the debt, but what a way to do it. Every thrust in every ass he fucked he could hear the cash register ka-ching. Every trail of sweat running down the small of his back while he humped some pretty boy took him down the path of independence. The cumshots were - well yeah, those were fun. Jack made videos the way his gut said to. No over processed looks with poofy hair and shaved baby crotches like the studios shelled out. His look was more natural, with body hair and real muscles from real work. His videos had *balls*. Some scoffed at them as amateurish, others praised as contemporary masculine revivals of old Bijou and Bullet productions. Jack thought of them as just guys doing shit guys do, and if people wanted to pay to see it so much the better. And pay they did, more and more with each release. His one concession to the convention of the day was that he couldn't resist pun titles. He produce *Chance of a Lifetime*, *Snowball's Chance*, *Last Chance* (the first of several profitable retirement vids), *Second Chance* (the first of the even more profitable comeback vids), and so on. He insured his dick for a million dollars as a publicity stunt, and when he released *One In A Million Chance* it was sent out with a replica of the insurance certificate. There was just one kink in the plan, so to speak. Jack never counted on knocking up his co-star Savannah Smiles on his bi film, *Fifty-Fifty Chance*. But once he knew he was going to be a father he got even more serious about making money. He'd need to pay off his co-star for full custody, and then he'd have a kid to be responsible for. More than ever he had an incentive to control who made the real bank off his broad back and his big baby making balls. He produced a record number of videos in the months before Buck was born. This was before the Internet was what it grew into, and in those days you could have a whole career in porn and no one in your daylight life would ever be the wiser. As far as his siblings or neighbors knew, Jack made a decent living doing production work on TV commercials. But he intended to keep that life at arm's length once he was a father. Besides, even then Jack could see the business was changing. The internet allowed for new amateur sites to provide porn directly to the customer, bypassing the studio system. The performer were clean cut looking jocks, not as built as Jack, but for $15 a month subscribers could get unlimited access to new vids every week on their computer rather than the $65 to buy a Jack Chance movie on VHS. Guys would be subscribing to these sites directly, at least until they figured out a way to pirate them. Jack invested heavily in a new amateur site with Kyu, a young cameraman he had a good feel for, pumping out young college stud videos. That made Jack a 50% partner, and set him up nicely going forward. Retirement before thirty left a lot of time for working out, surfing, parenting and travel. He loved the work, but knew he couldn't get by on his body and good looks forever. He was only in his twenties, and could see his full head of hair and fit body would serve him well for years to come. But he was set for life and had a son to raise. It was time to grow up. That December 31st while the world braced for a Y2K catastrophe that never happened, Buck was born at the stroke of midnight. It was a new millennium. 5. Two hours in, Buck's erection was holding up well. He clearly got off on being worshipped by Tyler and Griff. He knew how to give some back too, to Jack's surprise and relief. He was a complete natural. And, Jack noted, still a little too natural. Movie fucking isn't like real fucking, and not just because there's a crew crawling around you. There's a pace to allow for the shots at different angles, and there are the angles you fuck at that don't often feel right. You have to master your body, and remember what you're doing is for the benefit of the viewer, not your own pleasure. Buck had gotten himself on top of Tyler, straddling his face, plowing his dick in that hungry throat while he worked Griff's cock with his own mouth and fist. It was shocking to Jack to see his boy suck cock so well, pretty much confirming it wasn't his first. It was no secret the boy had a busy sex life, but seeing it was something else. The more alarming thing for Jack was his son's humping back as he picked up the pace of his throatfucking. There was a certain increasingly doggy franticness to Buck's hip thrusts, more animal and less performing. Although Buck grunted at Tyler to get his meat lubed up to fuck Griff's ass, Jack was unsure he' make it. Watching the sweat bead up in the small of Buck's back and the arch off his humping, he felt certain the kid was getting near to blowing his load. "Buck, slow down," Jack said softly but firmly. Buck shot a glance over his shoulder, but shook it off and thrust hard into Tyler, making the bottom's body seize as the big cock penetrated to a new depth in his throat. "That's enough," Jack said, walking into the frame. "Take a break. Now." "I'm good," barked Buck, wrapping a strong arm around Griff and pulling him close, his knob still in Tyler's hot mouth. "Take a break," Jack said, and the crew stepped back. "There's snacks and drinks," Jack said. "Bottoms, liquids only." He turned to look at Buck, "Come over here." Buck swaggered over to room just off the atrium, his thick cock still slick with Tyler's throat juices. Jack knew the look on his face well enough to know this wouldn't be any fun. "What the fuck was that about?" Jack asked in harsh but hushed tones. "I was doing fine," Buck answered. "I know myself." "You were going to shoot down that kid's throat," Jack replied with an exasperated eye roll. "And you have a long way to go." "I can knock out another load, no problem," Buck sneered. "And you're going to waste your big load, the one you've been saving, in his throat? Buck it may have eluded you, but we're not using an endoscope here. We want that where we can see it." Buck rolled his eyes, grumbling, "Yeah. Whatever." He stroked his cock absentmindedly. "You just..." "What?" Jack asked. "You can't even let me fuck without telling me what to do," Buck spat. "Yeah, I'm the director. That's my *job* here." They stared at each other with identical jaws jutting forward. "Damnit Buck, I'm trying to help!" Buck turned away, running a hand over his big pecs and the sparse hair at the center of his chest. It wasn't yet grown in as much as his father's, and it might never be quite the same as his Jack's. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Jack said, almost surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. "Yeah well it wasn't my idea," Buck muttered and walked away. 6. Jack told Buck about his own career when the boy turned eighteen. He wasn't one for secrets between himself and his son, and he had no shame about it. But he also thought the kid didn't need to know quite that much till he was a man himself. Jack figured if he was old enough to be in porn at eighteen, Buck was old enough to know at the same age. The day Jack told him, Buck went into his room and watched about 9 of Jack's vids. Jack never knew how much the kid nutted during that marathon, but at the end he emerged from his room dewy and flushed, saying, "That was cool. I want to make one." Jack could have argued, but Buck was Buck and he was going to do what he was going to do. He said he'd use his own first name, like Jack had done, though he couldn't settle on a last name. Maybe it was just nature. You put two porn stars' genes together, they're going to make a porn star. Maybe it was nurture, Jack raising him to be proud of his body and comfortable with physical contact. Maybe it was just a matter of time. But Buck, as Jack had known for a while based on the boxes of condoms he went through regularly, *liked to fuck*. He started with girls, but expanded to include his bros, which was when things got really loud. Jack facetimed his old costar, Buck's mother, Savannah Smiles. He had full custody of Buck, and Buck was eighteen, so on neither account did they need her permission, but it seemed the thing to do. When Buck left the business fans speculated about what happened to him. His favorite What-Ever-Happened-To-Jack-Chance rumor was that he was a kept man, the gem in the harem of a Saudi billionaire. It tickled Jack that this was so on the mark, not about him but about Savannah. She lived the life of a queen in Denmark, the prize concubine of an expatriate middle eastern prince. She was the most beautiful woman Jack had ever fucked, onscreen or off. Fuck, that's why he nutted in her on camera like a damn high school kid. Her half Lebanese half Scots heritage combined into the most perfect physical form, with those lips and tits, her round ass and smooth belly. Jack still jerked off to their videotaped scene years later. It was a shame they'd accidentally made a baby, because without that complication they could have really been something together. She laughed on hearing about Buck. "Well, he is his father's son," she said. "He is," Jack acknowledged.It gave him a hard on to hear her liken him to their handsome boy. But looking at Savannah, strikingly beautiful with her full lips and gray eyes, all he could think was how much Buck looked like her. He had Jack's jaw and complexion, but his full mouth and eyebrows and dark hair were all his mother's. The kid had Jack's frame, but where Jack's muscles were squared Buck's pecs and glutes were more curved and abundant like Savannah. They even had the same dusky rose lips and nipples, as if he were her in a completely masculine form. "You're looking good Sav," Jack said, feeling strangely shy about his own renewed attraction. "You too Jack," she said, watching Jack reach a fist into his pants. She was in her posh bedroom in her negligee, looking every part the pampered courtesan. She pulled out her tits for Jack as he stroked himself, and spread her own legs. She still had him by the balls, he thought. Hell, she'd arranged herself just this way for the call. And he had her. He could see it in her eyes as he jerked down his pants and let his cock stand free. If there was one thing Jack knew it was sexual chemistry, and theirs was undeniable and unfakeable. Jerking his cock he was taken by how beautiful she still was, so plush and curved, that dusky rose coloring of hers so irresistible to him. But the thing that really got him was her smooth belly. He felt a strong desire to pump another baby into it, to see her with their baby in her. Being a father was his calling and Buck would be moving on. The thought of filling her up with a son tugged at his balls, and he spewed a hot load onto his own furry belly while she built to her own climax. When she came, his cock was still slow pumping its last from his balls. His chest rose and fell heavily and they both laughed breathlessly, like two kids. He ran a finger through the lava blast of cum and then ran it over the screen, pressing it to her perfect lips. "The Sheik's not going to declare a fatwa on me?" he joked afterwards, wiping his belly with his t-shirt. "Haddad's not like that," she smirked. "He'd be more likely to fly you out to join us." "Hey, I could take a trip. I've never been to Denmark," Jack offered eagerly. "Ah Jack," Savannah replied with a soft sigh, "maybe we should let the past be the past." "Yeah," Jack shrugged, "I just... Did you ever think we should have done it again? Made another Buck?" "No Jack," she chuckled, "never. I like my life. Very much." "We could have really been something though," he replied wistfully. "Made movies, got married." "Remember Jack, nostalgia's a liar. A charming liar, but a liar. Besides, you're already married," she teased, "to Buck." "What? Sav, you don't think -" he exclaimed. "I don't mean *that* way," she offered. "There are a lot of ways to be married. Who would ever want to come between the two of you?" It hit him how much you can long for someone you could never be with. He laughed that he'd made his living off that very concept, but was still learning about it himself. 7. Jack wandered into a bathroom to regroup. In the mirror he looked all of his forty-four years. His strong jaw had softened and there were gray hairs in his dirty blond beard and hair. He was still more fit than ninety percent of guys his age, but he was thicker in his belly than he used to be. *You're not peak,* he thought to his reflection. *And you never will be again. So grow up.* The funny thing was Jack really thought it was Buck's idea for him to direct. But looking back on it, they'd just been talking and Jack's brainstorming maybe got a little out of control. He knew so much about making porn that had gone untapped for so long. The idea of filming again triggered in him storylines, angles, marketing. All the things he thought maybe he'd forgotten were still there, dormant, waiting for a reason to be active. And he thought maybe he could share that with Buck. That they could make something together. They he could hold onto his boy just a little longer. *You fucked up royally this time buddy*, Jack told himself. *You put everything on hold to be a dad and now the boy is moving on*. Savannah was right, sitting there in her boudoir like a living odalisque oracle. Nostalgia is a liar. She was the smart one. She had her sheik and her life or nordic luxury. Kyu had his business and his reputation. Buck had the world by the balls and his whole life ahead of him. And what did Jack have? This pathetic ploy to stretch out his glory days with his son.. What the hell was he thinking? Were they supposed to be porn bros, making movies together? *Fat Chance. There's your title*, he told himself, cursing *Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.* Not his most eloquent monologue, even by porn standards, but it was the best he had at the moment. It seemed Buck's propensity for fucking up was something he came by honestly, and unlike Jack he had the excuse of youth. Jack decided to quit. He'd go home, or to a bar, hopefully find someone to bang and leve Buck's scene for Kyu to direct. This was Buck's time, his millenium, and for better or worse, he was his own man. The man Jack made, in fact. He'd make his own way now. Jack splashed water on his face and dried off with a hand towel. As he did, he heard snickering and instinctively pulled back into the shadows and went silent. "Did you see him checking out my camera?" asked one voice. "I was like, *Yeah, sure Grandpa. It's amazing*. What a dinosaur." "Who the hell is he anyway?" asked the other. "Pfft, used to be some big deal," answered the first. Jack pinned down the voices. They were Matthew and Eduardo, the cameramen who worked for Kyu. "The son is hot," said the second voice - Matthew. "But can you imagine? Having your dad watch you get a blow job?" The two laughed and Jack decided he should just man up, walk out and let them know he was there. No point in being coy. He'd already fooled himself enough for one day, and it was time to be face the truth. "Hey," said a third voice. Buck's. "You guys talking about my dad?" "Oh Buck," answered the first voice, Matthew. "Sorry man, didn't know you were there." "Yeah," Buck replied, "I can see that. I guess there's a fuck lot you two don't know." "Buck, no offense..." interrupted Eduardo. "Hold up," Buck went on, talking over Eduardo. "You probably didn't know my dad was the only nominee to ever sweep the Grabbys. Every category, Best Actor, Best Movie, Best Cumshot, Best Director. The same year he swept the AVNs for his bi movie, *Take A Chance At Sugarbakers*. I could go on. He gave your boss his start, He invented techniques you guys are still aping today." "Buck..." Matthew tried to interject. "You also probably didn't know," Buck continued, "that when he walked onto the set of *Pure Chance* in his speedo, Mike Branson and Tom Chase quit on the spot. Or that by the time he retired, there were more than a dozen knockoff performers named Chance, he was that golden." Matthew and Eduardo were finally silent, and Buck took a breath. "And you probably don't know that in *Fifty-Fifty Chance* he had an internal cum shot in Savannah Smiles, pulled his dick out for the camera to see, then fucked two guys, came on both of them and then finished again on Savannah, ALL IN ONE TAKE. His scene was so hot the director and cameramen all nutted watching him." Jack bit into his fist to keep from laughing. He couldn't help but feel pride in his boy, and in himself. "And you probably didn't know," Buck said, his voice rising, "my father was not *A* gay porn star. He was *THE* gay porn star. His dildo wasn't just a dildo. It was made from a mold of his cock, with no changes to make it bigger, like every other porn star dildo. He didn't *need* it. And when it went on the market, it sold faster and better than any porn star dildo before or since. It sold out in one weekend across the country. He literally destroyed the mold and never sold another one after that. Madonna bid on one at an auction for a million dollars, it's such a collector's item. And my dad is walking around here with that million-dollar dick right now." With Matthew and Eduardo silent, Buck let his voice level out. "And that, just so you two will know, and your two-dollar dicks will know, is the man you owe your careers to, and is the best director you will ever work with in your lives." "We didn't know," said Matthew. "Well now you do," Buck chided. "Sorry Buck," added Eduardo. "That's Buck Chance, by the way," Buck declared. "Now get back to work." *Buck Chance*? Jack smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He liked the sound of that. Jack looked again the mirror. His eyes were clear, and he was thicker, yeah, but what other guy his age looked half as good? He flexed his big square pecs and jutted out his handsome jaw. He looked hot as fuck, to be honest. Peak. And Buck was right; it was time to get to work. 8. By 5PM, Buck had sucked and been sucked, rimmed and been rimmed, and fucked both Tyler and Griff in nearly every position conceivable. Outside of breaks, he'd maintained a hard on and a good attitude. All he had left to do was deliver a cum shot. As he took his place standing behind Griff, on the edge of the bed on all fours, Buck hesitated. He didn't say a word, but his chest heaved with deeper and deeper breaths, and his eyes darted back and forth to Jack's. "Talk to him," Kyu said in low tones, nudging Jack. Jack grumbled. He stayed on set but was trying to lay low, let Buck manage himself and deferring to Kyu on the filming. But he had to admit, Buck looked like he was in trouble. "You guys are all doing great," Jack announced with feigned cheer, stepping up to the bed under the set lights. "Almost home. Just want a word with my... top." "Dad," Buck whispered, as Jack leaned in close, "what if I can't?" "Buddy, no problem," Jack said, resting a hand on Buck's shoulder, sleek with sweat. "We could stop right now. You don't even have to." "Yeah right," Buck smirked. "No money shot? Come on." "Buck, you've got this," Jack told him, "you're hard, you've been fucking for hours. You're gonna blow like a volcano. You'll see." "My dick is kind of numb," Buck whispered, "just the head. What if it... like dribbles or something. Or if I nut inside him?" "Buck, it's all good," Jack answered. He'd seen this before with guys who managed to fight off cumming for a long time, the sense they wouldn't be able to let go. "Even if you nut in him, dribble, what the fuck ever man. You're a stud. You'll see." "Dad," Buck said in a hush, "stay with me." Jack looked to Kyu who nodded yes. Buck sunk his near painfully swollen cock into Griff's well-lubed hole, Jack standing back just a bit to give the camera room. He asked Buck how that felt, and even anxious as he was, Buck had to admit it was good. "That's my boy," said Jack. "You've got this." Buck immediately rammed Griff hard, knocking the musclebottom off his hands. He reeled back and slammed again and then again. All the elements were there, but it seemed forced, killing whatever chemistry they'd had before. Buck still looked good, and smelled of sex and sweat, enough to stiffen Jack just from being near. For most studios this would be enough, but this was Jack's son and he'd need better. "Let me show you," said Jack, pulling close and sliding his hand onto Buck's hip as it slammed Griff's ass. "I know you want to go full-on dog pound because you're kind of numbed up and trying to shoot. But let's take this slow and build you back up." With one hand on Buck's hip and the other on the kid's firm ass, Jack slowed him and then let him speed up to a more natural thrusting motion. While Buck eased into a better pace, Jack helped angle him best for the camera, and held him until he was enjoying a good grind. "There you go," Jack said. "That's feels good?" Buck nodded, working Griff's ass, and Jack turned to the camera crew. "Matthew, you're good right there. I want another minute of those nuts hitting Griff's ass. Eduardo, come in a little closer and be ready for the money shot. Kyu, can you get a cam on Buck's face?" Kyu could have taken issue with Jack taking over his crew, but decided to go with it. "Thanks, big guy," Buck whispered, giving his dad a big wink as his thrusts sandwiched Jack's hand deeper into the crevice between his own flesh and the musclebottom's ass. "Tricks of the trade," Jack shrugged, acting as if he weren't acutely aware of the sound of Griff's hole suctioning in Buck's meat. He looked carefree, but under the lights and in the center of the action it was getting harder to be a dad, when all his porn star instincts told him how to get into the scene. His one hand wanted to slide further down into Buck's pubes, the other to twist the dusky rose nipples. His hips told him they should be grinding against that meaty ass, and his tongue longed to find its mate in Buck's mouth. "You're good," he said, suddenly pulling his hand from Buck's hip. He gave the boy a swat on the ass, which jiggled despite its firmness, slapping his steely pec with the other. *Unh fuck, shouldn't have done that,* Jack thought, feeling a thick surge of precum fill his briefs. His briefs torqued uncomfortably, Jack stepped back and let Kyu's cameramen do their work, But Buck's eyes followed him, keeping up a steady eye contact, and the further away Jack went, the more anxious Buck looked and the more his pace again faltered. "Jack," Kyu whispered to him, "get in there. We can edit around you later." Jack had had to manage a lot of situations directing, and more as a dad, but this was a new one. He analyzed the scene and the actors, and after a moment approached Tyler, who stood opposite Buck, his dick in Griff's mouth. He tapped the twink on the shoulder and said, "Take five. We're just gonna change things up a little." Tyler stepped aside and Jack assumed his place opposite Buck, Griff's lean back bridging the bed between them. The crotch of Jacks jeans, just inches from Griff's face, was tight as hell, and the sight of his boy plowing Griff's firm ass wasn't helping any. But he stared into Buck's eyes with supreme confidence and pride, and said "Give it to me Buck." Buck pounded Griff beautifully, his hips rolling and the sweat running down his sides. There was tension building in his eyes, just like it should, and pleasure too. "Dad," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow, "I need a target." He glanced away and then back to Jack and said, "Take off your shirt?" Jack felt another hot surge in his briefs, but kept his cool, nodding his head, *sure*. But when he pulled the black polo up over his head and threw it down hard on the floor beside him, he did it in one smooth motion, the way he learned when he stripped in a couple of videos. He ran a hand over his furry chest, feeling how thick and strong his were, maybe even bigger than when he was a star. More prime. He smiled at Buck, saying "Come on slugger. Knock it out of the park." "Aw yeah," Buck grunted. The kid's hips pulled back and drove home into Griff in a strong fluid motion. Griff groaned and Jack gave his son a thumbs-up. Buck picked up his pace and pounded his bottom like a beautiful fuck machine. He was all motion and muscle, the tension cresting and his mouth opened in a way that looked so familiar. "Give it to me," Jack said, his erection doing its best to burst through his pants. "Give me that load. It's just us here, just you and me.." Buck shivered and looked pleadingly into Jack's eyes. It was the same expression in Savannah's face as when Jack fucked her on the set when they made Buck. His mouth opened in the same soft O, his lips the same shape and color as his mother's. "I'm cumming, I'm..." Buck groaned and his body arced up and then back. He pulled out of Griff and held his cock up in one fist, not pumping it, just holding it straight up as his balls pulled up. Jack could see as if in slow motion as the load pushed up from the base through the shaft, Buck's big handsome cock swelling more than seemed possible, beading on his piss slit wet and white. A milky spurt sprayed from Buck's taut cockhead and hit Griff's back, less than a foot away. Everything went still, as if that was it. Then Buck's cock pulsed and spewed again, this time a magnificent comet of cum that arced up higher than their heads, over Griff, landing with a hot splat on Jack's chest. Jack caught his breath and gasped as he fought to keep his own cock from spurting in response. The trajectory took so long that by the time it hit Jack, the next volleys were already spewing, smacking Jack`s belly and Griff's back. Still reeling, Buck looked down to Griff's slick hole and plunged his full length deep in again, spewing the rest of his load into the soft insides of the muscle bottom. Jack had never heard Buck make such intense gasps, or seen him shudder like this, and it was more than he could take. Driven past almost any self control, Jack rounded the bed, sidled up next to Buck and looked down at Griff's ass, still clamped on Buck's hardon. His whole cut body seemed to target that dark pucker, supple and lubed and smacking wet with Buck's breeding.. "Griff," Jack began, unbuckling his belt, "you mind if take a dip?" Jack's button fly burst open loudly as Griff hiked his ass up and growled. "`Scuse me," Jack said to Buck. He nudged the boy aside, and as Buck's cock unplugged Griff's hole, Jack jerked his briefs down, letting his own erection emerge stand free like a solitary tower. Necks craned and jaws dropped at the the sight of Jack Chance's million-dollar cock. "Keep filming, boys," Jack ordered, rubbing his stiff cockhead against Griff's tender hole. "We're making porn!" He sighed out loud as he plunged into Griff as slow as he could to enjoy every inch of plumbing that ass, so well plowed, so slick and tender. He was a fool to have ever denied himself this pleasure, he thought, sinking to his full depth and then back, just to plunge in again. The cameras, the cameramen, the performers all turned to Jack, his skin warm under the lights, and Jack knew he was home. Tyler and Buck leaned in close, and Jack could feel their presence. He turned to Buck, who looked so much like Savannah and like Jack at the same time it made Jack's balls ache. He was torn between equal desires to shove Buck away or pull him closer, feeling equal parts Dad and Jack Chance. Jack turned away suddenly, closed his eyes and planted his lips on Tyler's. His tongue plunged thick and strong into the soft mouth, not the mouth he imagined but one hot and receptive, and good enough. But what put him over the edge was the feel of Buck's hand on the hairy thatch at the small of Jack's back, knowing his cock was plowing the same ass Buck had just moments earlier, sloshing in the lube of Buck's cum. Feeling his load rise, Jack shook off the boys, and the coat of sweat on his shoulders and chest. He wrapped his hands around Griff's hips and rode the muscle bottom like he was born to it, his chest full and high and his hips bucking strong and smooth. His haunches rolled back and out again for maximum penetration. He could deliver a payload any second he chose, with a thick flood straight out of his slapping balls and through his manmeat. He was made to breed. "Holy fuck," Buck gasped as Jack's hips pulled back and then up, thrusting his cock straight up as a gleaming white bead pearled at the head and then shot skyward. The first jet arced up high, higher even than Buck's had, then turned down to land with an audible smack on Griff's back. The next shots rained down on Griff, crossing and mixing with the streaks of Buck's load. "Oh fuck yes," Jack groaned out loud, feeling everything he was being squeezed through the head of his magnificent cock. Buck and Tyler held to his sides until his balls emptied themselves in pulsing waves, and his trembling stopped. His load coated Griff's ass and back in white. As Jack stabilized, he ran a hand over his face, wiping off the sweat and chuckling. He turned to Buck and said, "Okay, let's get these bottoms off." "Yes sir," answered Buck, stroking his ready erection. "What do we do?" Eduardo mouthed to Kyu. "You heard the man," laughed Kyu, sinking into his seat in resignation. "Keep filming. Jack's back." 9. After getting everyone squared away for the day and showering, Jack and Buck walked out into the February air, slightly chill even for Los Angeles. "I want steak," Jack said. "You want to go to a steakhouse?" "Sure," answered Buck. "If you're paying." "Yeah big spender," Jack laughed, opening his car door. "I'm not going to make you blow your first big paycheck on my steak." "Oh," said Buck, sliding into the passenger seat. "I forgot this." He handed Jack a small envelope of flimsy white paper. Jack opened it and pulled out a flat card illustrated with a cartoon bumble bee with heart eyes, and in bold font it read "BEE MINE." In his boy's recognizable scratch, it was signed XXOO BUCK. "What's this?" Jack asked. "It's Valentine's Day," said Buck. "Duh." "Oh fuck," Jack replied. He should have recognized the tiny card, the ones you get by the dozen at grocery stores and trade at school. "I forgot. But thanks." Jack tucked the Valentine into the sun visor, turned the ignition and drove onto the road. The car was always where they had their best talks, side by side, facing forward. "Sorry I had a *thing* this morning," said Buck. "It's cool," Jack replied, "I messed up too." "We'll do better next time," Buck said. "Next time?" Jack asked. "I still have to bottom," Buck explained. "I was thinking of Dante Rocket." "Black guy with the wing tattoo? Big dick?" Buck nodded yes, and Jack immediately envisioned the scene. He could see the composition of the shot, the lighting. He could see the look in Buck's face as Dante Rocket opened and filled him, the soft opening of his mouth gasping the way Savannah did when Jack unloaded in her to make their boy. What a beautiful sight that would be. "Uhh, so you're gonna bottom?" Jack asked, adjusting himself in his seat. "Duh, Dad," replied Buck. "Of course I'm gonna bottom. It's not the nineties." "No, it's not," laughed Jack. As he drove he thought of all the things Buck could do. The things *he* could do. Doing a movie with some trans performers would be cool. He'd like to a fuck a transguy. And maybe a round-up of the guys from the nineties. See what Mike Branson and Chase Hunter and Max Grand were up to. He'd always wanted to fuck Max Grand, but somehow the time got away from him, as it tends to do. "I'm hungry," Buck said, impatiently bouncing his leg. "How much longer till we get there?" "Just a little longer, partner," Jack answered, taking a glance at his boy, "just a little longer." Jack set his eyes on the road ahead and drove on. END