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As I looked at my computer screen I thought to myself, this is the hottest guy I've ever seen. Though I'm not sure why. He wasn't my type. He was bald, bearded, and had more of a dad bod than anything else. He looked like someone I wouldn't give a second glance to in a bar. His name was Tom Mars and apparently - and this is the thing that got my dick hard - he'd fucked over 500 eager young bottoms.
I was an eager young bottom. And there was something so impressively gigantic about that number - 500 - that it cast some kind of spell on me. I can't explain it. I kept thinking what an honor it would be to get fucked by a cock that had been in over 500 asses. But why?
I didn't really question it. Despite the fact that he sort of repulsed me I jerked off to his porns several times a day. It was like an addiction. I kept imagining him putting his dick in my ass and it seemed like the only thing I'd ever really wanted: to service this guy. What an honor it would be. "This is a real honor, sir," I'd say right before he fucked me.
Tom Mars had a series of videos in which he played a therapist who would hypnotize his patients into having sex with him. There were about 200 of them. It was his big hit series.
One day, as I was stroking my cock to one of Tom's vids, I navigated over to the "models wanted" section of his page. It looked like the usual solicitation: age, stats, some pics. There was a disclaimer at the top of the page: Tom would love to fuck you, but he'll only fuck on camera.
It got my dick hard (well...harder) but I had a good job, a good group of friends, a good life. Like anyone I always fantasizes about doing porn but I would never actually go through with it. I'd get fired. My friends might react poorly. It would cost me my whole life. No thanks.
But...
I got drunk one night at a friend's birthday and came home pretty horned up. I was never actually going to do porn, but what if I sent some naked photos of myself via the model submission page? Tom Mars would see them, maybe jerk off to them, but he wouldn't legally be allowed to do anything with them. He couldn't put them up on his site. And if he was into what he saw and invited me to get fucked by him on camera? That - while still being something I'd never do - would provide me with a fairly sizeable amount of jerk off material for who knows how long.
I set my camera up on the back of my couch, stripped off my clothes, and set the timer to take a full-body shot. Then I got adventurous: me stroking my cock. Me holding my butthole open. He could never use them, right? This would be just for him. The mid-to-late forties guy who I'd suspect was a drug dealer if I ever ran into him in real life. Me, just barely 21. I imagine he'd be appreciative.
I filled out the form and attached the pics and, knowing when I sobered up that I'd probably very much regret this, hit `submit.'
I sat back and breathed heavy, nervous breaths. I'd done it. Maybe I'll regret it tomorrow but so what? Life's an adventure.
I went to sleep. When I woke up, with a pounding headache and a serious need for some greasy diner food, I remembered what I did and nervously checked my email. Nothing. Phew. He probably got tons of submissions. Or went through an agency. I'd seen some of the guys in his videos on other sites.
I met my friends for brunch, barely able to keep my eyes open. Well, that feeling went away almost instantly when I saw a notification on my phone: new email from admin@hypnoboys.com
Oh shit, I thought.
My heart pounding I went to my inbox and there it was. A message from Tom Mars himself. It read:
Dear James,
Nice pics. You didn't list an agency on your form. Usually a good first step if you're serious about getting into the biz.
If, in the harsh light of day, you're convinced you want to skip this step lemme know. Maybe I can give you some on the job training haha.
Tom
I stared at the screen, suddenly aware of the raging hard on now trying to bust the zipper on my jeans.
I put the phone away and returned to brunch, trying to push what I'd seen to the back of my mind, my heart pounding.
When I got home I sat in front of my computer trying to think of what to write. Eventually I typed out:
No way we could do an off-camera practice run?
James
I was surprised when he wrote back almost immediately:
Haha...no. If I pay to fly you out here we're going to fuck in front of a camera crew, son. Nice and proper. Not optional.
T
I logged off and then went to my room to furiously masturbate.
I didn't respond for a week, my mind racing. I wanted Tom Mars' dick so bad. I needed it. I'd never wanted anything more in my life.
I went to work every day thinking: I could wear colour contacts. I could shave - I literally never didn't have a beard in real life so a clean-shaven me would be something few people were familiar with. I could dye the hair on my head. Right? I could make myself unrecognizable. Nobody would know it was me.
Just to have that eight inch cut dick in me. The honor of it.
You only live once right? Maybe people would understand.
A week to the day of the last time we'd spoke I opened up my email and typed out a message to Tom Mars, the hottest guy I'd ever seen. It read:
I'm in.
The night before I headed to the airport I dyed my hair, shaved my beard, bought some coloured contacts and practiced putting them in. I couldn't believe I'd be getting fucked by the Tom Mars.
He picked me up at the airport. There he was: Tom himself.
He held out his hand for me to shake. The hand I'd seen jerk his cum into countless mouths, finger I don't know how many assholes, grip the backs and butts and hips of so many. What had happened to them all.
I shook it. He said, "You look different."
"Is that okay?" I asked.
"Absolutely," he said, amiable. His smile was gorgeous in real life. Sexual energy just kind of radiated outward from him. I was already hypnotized.
As he drove me back to his house - where I'd be staying and we'd be filming provided I didn't run away in the middle of the night - he asked me all sorts of questions. Had I done any cam work? Escorting?
I said no.
He said, "Then why on earth would you want to suck dick for a living? Not that I'm complaining." He winked at me.
I told him I wasn't planning on doing it for a living.
He didn't seem convinced. "You'd be surprised how quickly your other options dry up once you've got a dick in your ass on the internet forever."
I shrugged. He didn't know about my disguise. My plans.
When we got to his house I'd barely put my bags down and he was handing me an enema kit. "You'll want to make sure not to eat. Did you eat this morning?"
I said no I was too nervous.
He said "Good. Less to worry about."
He gently pushed me toward a bathroom off the kitchen. "Take care of that now, then."
"Why?" I said. "We're not filming until tomorrow." I was suddenly very nervous.
"Nah we're going to fuck twice," he said. "Today and tomorrow. Today I'm going to do an audition video with you."
I'd seen them a million times: the guy holding the camera gets some young aspiring star to jerk off on a couch or suck his dick. "You didn't mention it before."
He kept pushing me. "You're a first timer, I gotta make sure you can do it before I get a whole crew in here."
Right before he swung the bathroom door closed, he said, "And try to think of a name, kid."
I douched my asshole until the water ran clear. What was I doing? It wasn't too late to back out.
But Tom Mars...he was out there, and wanted to fuck me. My dick spring to life just thinking about it .
I came out of the bathroom. "Let's head to the living room shall we?" He led me to a couch that had a movie light shining down on it, and across from the couch was a chair, with its own light on it and a camera on a tripod right in front of it.
"Sit," he said, smiling. Mmm. I sat.
He said behind the camera and turned it on.
"Alright repeat after me," he says. "I, James Holbrook."
"I, James Holbrook," I repeated.
"Am fully aware of my decision to engage in sex acts on camera for the purposes of appearing in a pornographic video."
I repeated what he said.
"And I hold Tom Mars and Hypnoboys Films Inc. to no liability or responsibility for any decision I make afterward regarding this project."
I repeated what he said.
"And I give my full and enthusiastic consent to engage in oral sex, anal sex, masturbation, rimming, toys, and fingering."
I repeated what he said, my dick getting harder with each word.
"Okay," he said. He took his eye away from the camera and said, "Did you come up with a name?"
"Not yet."
"We'll call you...Tim Neptune," he said. "A protege."
Tim Neptune, I thought. Tim Neptune fucked by Tom Mars. I was in heaven. All I could think about was that body and that dick. I wanted him so bad. I wanted to join the ranks of 500 guys who'd had their ass reamed by this man.
I licked my lips. "Okay."
"Okay," Tom said, returning to the camera's viewfinder. "Rolling."
I sat there, horny deer in headlights.
"So why do you want to be a porn star, Tim?" he said.
I thought about it. "I want to get fucked by Tom Mars."
He laughed. "Do you, now?"
"Oh yeah," I said. "I want to be one of the chosen few."
He laughed again. "Well it's more like the chosen many. I've fucked half of Florida."
"It would be the greatest honor of my life," I said, meaning it. I started rubbing my dick through my jeans. I wanted that dick.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, "let's not get ahead of ourselves. Get your hand off your pants. What makes you think you're worthy of this dick, Tim?"
I removed my hand. "Because I love that dick, sir," I said.
"Yeah?" he said. "And you going to prove that love Tim?"
I nodded.
"Start by taking your clothes off, son."
I stripped, then sat back on the couch, my election in the air.
"Stroke your cock for me, son."
I started rubbing my dick.
Tom got up with the camera, handheld, and crouched down in front of me, close up to my dick.
He turned his head and licked his middle finger, then positioned it at my butthole.
It was happening. I couldn't believe it. It was the greatest moment of my life.
He stuck his finger up my ass. All the way up. Then pulled it out. He finger fucked me as I stroked my cock.
"How's that feel Tim," he said.
"Amazing, sir," I said. I jerked harder.
"How would you like something a lot bigger up there?"
"That's what I'm here for."
He laughed. "First things first," he said, unzipping the fly of his jeans and pulling his pants down to his ankles.
There it was. The dick. The dick that had fucked 500 guys. It looked powerful. And big. And it looked like it tasted like heaven.
He pushed it toward me and I wrapped my lips around the head. "This'll be a real treat for you, then, eh Timmy?"
I nodded, the dick already in my mouth.
I didn't care what happened to my life after, I just wanted to suck this dick forever.
After a while Tom had to physically pull my mouth off of his dick. "Alright, alright, junior," he said. "Time to make your dreams come true."
He pulled me up by the arms, spun me around, and then pushed me onto the couch, my ass in the air, facing him.
"You want that legendary Tom Mars dick, do you Timmy?"
I turned to look at him over my shoulder. I nodded. "Uh huh."
"Ask and ye shall receive," he said, pushing it all the way into me in one go. I yelped a little bit. It hurt. Then as he fucked me, the pain drifted away and I just felt the amazing feeling of his meat pumping in and out of my ass.
"This is all you've ever wanted isn't it Timmy?"
"Yes sir."
"You want my cream don't you."
"Oh god yes sir."
He started fucking me harder and faster. I wasn't sure I could take it, to be honest.
"And being number...oh what would it be...563, you're okay with the idea that in a couple months I probably won't even remember your name?"
I didn't care. I just wanted that dick to keep fucking me for as long as it could.
"Yes sir."
"Just another random slut willing to whore himself on camera for some dick," he said as he fucked me.
"Yes sir."
"You got a nice tight ass there Tim," he said.
"Thank you sir."
"You've been wanting this a long time haven't you."
"Yes sir."
"Tell me you love it."
"I love it sir."
"Tell me you love getting fucked by Tom Mars."
"I love getting fucked by Tom Mars."
He pulled his dick out of my ass and I could feel hot globs of cum land on my lower back. And then...he stuck his dick back in, thrusting ever so slightly, filling my ass with his seed.
I could feel him scoop up the cum from my back with his free hand. He pulled his dick out of me - too soon - and told me to turn around and open my mouth.
"One last thing before I give you the job, Tim."
I opened my mouth and lapped his cum up from his hand. His jizz in my mouth. It tasted so good. It was an honour.