The Red Hood Fan Series is a youtube phenomenon about the comic book character of the same name, who is part of the extended Batman family, that's focused on that character and others who have worn the Robin costume alongside the caped crusader. Its producer and director is Ian Lang, who also plays the Red Hood. His is the oldest regular character in the show; most of the other actors who play recurring pcharacters are all teen boys of a variety of ages. These actors have included Cameron Judd, Nadav Jackson, Madden Zook, Spencer Goodman, Ethan Fineshriber, and Ashton Myler. No one can say for sure what happened when the camera was not filming. The following is one fictional account.
"Cut!" Cameron got up from the couch where he'd been seated during the scene with Ian, shedding the blanket that had been wrapped around his shirtless form. This was the only scene with his shoulder visible, and he was already peeling the fake scar tissue off as he headed to the dressing area. The commercials he'd filmed had all been in places with dressing rooms, but this was a bare-bones operation filmed in an actual apartment. One of the bedrooms was set aside for changing. The scene was shot to give the impression he had been just in his underwear or less, but he was actually wearing sweatpants and socks, as well.
The boy found himself in a tangled hug as soon as he closed the door behind him. "You were amazing!" Madden squealed. Cameron and Madden had been friends for years, and both had been in a short film Ian had produced a year earlier about bullying. The director hadn't cast Madden in this series, but was fine with the boy hanging around the set to provide support.
"That was hard," Cameron said, "and I mean literally hard. I feel like Damian totally wants to bang and that was all I could think about."
Madden laughed. "Too bad Ian's not Bryan Fisher," the blond boy replied.
"Except still hot," Cameron shot back. He pulled down his sweats, and it was obviously he wasn't kidding about his situation.
Madden smiled. "Damian can always come home to me," he said, caressing Cameron's chest. "How much time do we have?"
Cameron looked at the clock on the wall. "I don't think I'll need much!" Madden sank to his knees and yanked down Cameron's underpants with a smile. "Oh my god," Cameron moaned as he felt lips on his penis. "Not much at all!" Before Madden could get past that initial kiss, Cameron's load was pumping out in a shower of semen. It went high, mostly arcing over Madden's head, but also landing in the boy's hair. "Sorry," Cameron said, while trying to catch his breath.
Madden stood up and reached for a towel. "I needed a shower anyway," he said. "Besides, you were right--you really needed that! I'm just glad you didn't shoot in my face. That's just gross."
"I know," Cameron said, squeezing out the last drops to begin a proper cleanup. "I don't get why people think that's hot. Want to share the shower? That's the last apartment scene for me today. I have a costume change anyway."
"Bet."
As Madden stripped off, Cameron worked on the water temperature. They liked it just the same, which was the only reason Cameron suggested sharing at all. Some people can't take it very hot, like they wanted it.
Cameron stepped into the spray, taking in his friend with an appreciative glance. Madden's body was willowy and flexible from training hard as a dancer, and hard in all the ways that count. Cameron let Madden soap him up in the steaming water, but they both understood that this shower was about releasing tension, not rinsing off sweat. Closing his eyes, Cameron felt Madden's hands exploring his chest, his ass, his legs, but carefully avoid the part that needed touching the most. Madden knew they had a deadline, but he also knew Cameron's body enough to know how to make the next load last.
Maybe playing the forceful Damian Wayne was getting to him, but Cameron was sorely tempted to grab Madden with both hands and break the one rule they had: no kissing. They'd agreed to stay friends and not be boyfriends. Instead of giving in to that unexpected urge, Cameron grabbed his blond friend by the hips and turned Madden full around. Madden still held Cameron's cock, now pointed at Madden's ass, and Cameron reached around Madden's front to return the favor. That also allowed Cameron to rub his head tagainst the spot where Madden's cheeks parted.
They'd never gone all the way--never even talked about it--but as Cameron thrust against the smooth white ass in front of him, the boy was definitely thinking about it. Then, Madden let a little sound escape: it was more of a squeak then a moan, since Madden's voice hadn't changed yet, and it sent a thrill through Cameron that quickly erupted across Madden's backside. He was too into it to feel what was happening to his friend, but soon realized that they were both panting from the release. Madden turned around, soapy skin sliding friend against friend, and when their penises touched Cameron nearly jumped.
"Too much," the boy said, carefully moving their pelvises closer together again. They looked into one another's eyes from scant inches away, and Cameron wondered if they were about to break their rule when Madden suggested washing up.
"We don't want you to be late," Madden explained.
"Yeah, of course."
In silence, Madden helped Cam put on the Robin costume. They'd be filming a fight scene in a parking garage next. It actually took place before the one they'd just wrapped, but that's the way production goes.
When Cameron and Madden rejoined the crew, the others had just finished lunch and were packing up to go to the garage. Ian smiled. "I like it when my actors look refreshed and ready for some action," he said with a smile.
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