I'm amazed how long it takes to write this stuff. I've heard from a few readers and I thank you so much for the messages. Would love to hear from more of you - what you like about this, what you'd like to hear more of. As a few of you have guessed, this is a true story of my life. I'm trying to spend time on the details I think you'd like to hear, but it helps to hear that from you.
Again, thanks for reading it.
- Brant
Chapter Thirteen
Not long after I got fucked for my very first time the spring semester came to a close. I kept stripping (both nude and non-nude) through the summer as the "real job" I was hoping for their worked out. Rob went back home and worked for his dad's company back home and let me stay in his house for the summer. Rob and I met halfway between for a long weekend over the 4th of July. I'm pretty sure some of the families at the hotel were pretty happy to see us leave as we weren't exactly "tame" in our activities poolside when we were there. Not that we were naked or anything, but it was pretty clear we were with each other and more than once I'm sure people thought "get a room". Tim was also back home and wanted me to go visit, but I was Rob's dude and it just wouldn't have worked out anyway.
I did manage one noteworthy and different show-off experience over the summer. The job I had flew me into Omaha, Nebraska for a few days. I was at a Residence Inn (I think that's the chain) which had an outdoor hot tub. I bought a six pack of beer at a gas station nearby which didn't card me, grabbed one, put on some board shorts and went out to the hot tub. There were a few other guests there so we yapped for a bit, someone gave me another beer, etc. After a few beers I had to piss, so went back to my room and decided to change into something a little smaller and tighter than the board shorts. I kept doing this every time I took a piss until I went out to the hot tub in just some bikini underwear. The people at the hot tub had changed over a few times such that nobody at the end was there at the beginning. The last time I got out of the tub I know a couple people got a pretty good view of my hard cock through wet and tight underwear which they didn't expect. That paled in comparison to a lot of the other stuff, but was kinda fun and something that was pretty spontaneous.
As I said before, I pretty much had my show-off urges covered with strip gigs but really wanted to have Rob back so the sex could be just as fun. He made it back to town in late August and I have to say for that first week he was back before classes started was a week I probably haven't cum more or had my ass pounded as much as I did then. It was good to have Rob back around. :) Fall semester brought another wave of drawing classes, strip gigs and sex with Rob. In the spring I turned 21 and was finally old enough to go where I wanted. It was at times a bit awkward around parties and that made it easier. Plus Rob and I could hang out at different places.
At a nude gig I did in the spring I got approached after I was done by a man who "had a friend" whom he thought would be interested in me to do something I hadn't done before....
This gig where I had stripped was crazy hot. I had been doing a routine where I'd handcuff the person who the party was for with their hands in front of them at the very beginning of my routine. This way I could tease them like crazy. As I've mentioned before, I tried to get everyone in the audience involved in taking off my clothes as they wanted to be. Then, when it was time for my underwear to come off, I'd face the person with the handcuffs on, take out the key and drop it into my underwear. Then I'd life their arms up and put them around me, tell him to get the key, then turn towards the rest of the partygoers. So basically the handcuffed person had my back up against their chest and their arms around me with handcuffs on, digging in my underwear for the key to the handcuffs. I presume with some practice someone might be able to get the key out without removing the underwear, but after trying for a little bit, then would just pull them off. ;) I was always hard when I was stripping and between the turn on of showing off and the hands rubbing all over my cock while they were trying to get the key, when the underwear came off I usually got a pretty good slap in the stomach when I finally got free.
I would then bend down, get the key, start kissing them, put their hands on my ass, reach behind me and unlock the handcuffs. I'd then work my way through everyone in the audience one more time. This particular group seemed to be a bit grabbier than most, to the point of a few taking a few strokes on my cock in exchange for a tip. About half the time after I was done I was invited to stick around for a couple drinks. I was doing just that when a man came up to me and started a very interested exchange.
Him: "That was a fantastic show you did. You're very good at it and you have a great body."
Me: "Thanks. I'm Brant. Nice to meet you."
Him: "Nice to meet you too. Have you ever done or considered doing any porn?"
Me: "Um...haven't done any. I've thought about it before, but don't think I'm ready to be quite that 'public'."
Him: "I have a very good friend who has a private porn collection. He wants young, athletic guys in them who haven't done porn and don't plan to. Can I ask you if you're gay?"
Me: "Yea, pretty much. I have a boyfriend and all."
Him: "If you want to think about it I can tell you he would pay you very well and the video would remain in his collection. May I leave you my number? If you want to talk about it more just call me. If you never call me, that's fine. No pressure. You have the look he likes and I can tell you like to show-off. If you like sex as much as stripping you'd really enjoy this and it would give you some of an idea what it's really like to be in porn."
Overall, I felt flattered. I mean really flattered. I mixed a little more with some of the other guests and mulled through this a little bit as I talked with people. Before I left the party I got the guy's number and told him I'd like to know more. He gave me a card and said if I've definitely made up my mind we can talk more then or before he leaves town in a couple days. Sometimes I can be pretty spontaneous and agreed to get together with him then.
We went back to his hotel and went into the bar. I started by telling him that I didn't mean to be disrespectful, but that this could be a way just to try to get me in bed with him or something (pretty rude, I know). He laughed and said he understood and pretty much laid it all out.
The people who hosted the party were good friends who he hadn't seen in a few years and didn't know there was even going to be a stripper until he got to town. He lived Florida and worked for this friend who had the private collection. There was a North-western University student in Chicago who was also interested. If I was interested, the process would be as follows. They would put me in touch the dude in Chicago so we could exchange emails, pictures or phone calls or whatever so we could decide if we were interested in doing the porn with each other. If, after meeting each other that way we'd like to proceed, we would be required to sign a contract to do the video. We'd each be paid a flat amount and the video would consist of several shoots (pardon the pun). Unless all parties agreed to a change, each guy would be required to jerk the other guy off, give him a blow job and get fucked by him. So, three cum shots by each guy total was the commitment. If we wanted to do more and they wanted to shoot more, we would be paid more too. His friend would pre-pay all expenses.
My concern for the video staying private was addressed as well. They had handled this before and the guys who starred in the videos never received a copy so there wasn't the temptation for one of them to try to sell it or share it with anyone who might. Upon the death of the man who was "commissioning" the video, the library was to be destroyed, all handled by a law firm he had hired. And should that only copy somehow get out of his collection there would be set aside a rather substantial fund which would then be paid to the performers in the video, also handled by the law firm. To be honest, I hope they leak the video. The amount on money in that fund, even after being split with the guy I did the video with, is more than enough to retire off of.
He told me to call him the next week if I was still interested and he'd put me in touch with the stud in Chicago.
I went back to Rob's unsure if to tell him about it or not. I felt like I shouldn't hide it from him, but I also knew how he would feel. I was interested in pursuing this though.
Me: "Hey man, ever think about screwing around on camera? Doing some porn?"
Rob: "No. You? Duh, of course you've thought about it. Why do you ask?"
Me: "Oh...some guy at the party tonight was telling me about an opportunity."
Rob: "Tell me about it."
So I told Rob about it. He was surprisingly supportive.
Rob: "If it's all on the up and up and the other dudes clean and all, why not. That's really good money and it's not gunna cost you anything to do it."
Me: "You wouldn't mind?"
Rob: "Dude, who knows what's going to happen with us after graduation. Plus, this is your kinda thing. I'm not worried about you getting attached to some guy you fuck around with in a video on a weekend. I think you'd love doing it."
I called the guy from Florida and got the email address and phone number of the dude from Chicago who would be given my contact info too.