Disclaimer: The author makes no representation as to the sexuality of either of the main characters, or about the plotline of an otherwise insignificant film.
Winning A Date with Tad Hamilton
Three months into the filming of the movie, and all of the main characters were tired. Tired of early mornings, late nights, inane scripts and, most significantly, each other's egos. Despite being surrounded by scenes of Americana, the two male leads, Topher Grace and Josh Duhamel, were bored of being on set. There were, maybe, another two weeks of work before the movie would be done, and both were looking forward to freedom from prying eyes.
To prep for the shirtless scene, Josh was hitting the gym twice a day, focusing on his abs, lats and pecs. Triceps and biceps were an afterthought, at least until his trainer reminded him that all of his fans, ladies and gentlemen alike, were going to savor the five minutes of screen time, playing it over and over again on the TV and in their minds. He also made sure to abstain from alcohol, even his regular beers after work, to avoid any empty calories.
One night, on his way back to his trailer after leaving the makeshift gym, he noticed Topher looking out his window, staring at the way that his tight tank top and short shorts fit his body. Josh normally preferred looser clothes, but he knew that the time at the gym was paying off, and he was proud to have admiring eyes; he just wasn't expecting them from Topher. The illumination from the lights only made the scene more surreal and made his tanned body seem to almost glow. He made sure to make eye contact and gave a wink and a hint of a smile before heading off into the dark night, peeking back to see Topher's blushing face before the curtains slid shut.
A week later, the two men started the filming of their shirtless scene. It was a hot day, and both men were dressed for the weather - Josh in a pull-over short-sleeved shirt and a pair of khakis and Tad in a button-down cowboy shirt, jeans and a cowboy hat. It took several takes of the scene for it to come out right, particularly two moments: when Josh rips open his shirt to reveal his tanned, muscular chest, and when Josh slaps Topher's chest at the end of the scene. The girls in the scene giggled, as on cue, but Topher's drool was a little too obvious for eve the director's preference.
After the filming ends that day, Josh wanders back to his trailer, cowboy hat cocked to one side, shirt draped over his shoulder, a jaunty bounce to his step. He knows that he has everyone's attention, from his female co-stars to the make-up girls to the security guards. He stands outside, puts his thumbs in his jeans, and leans back, stretching his body, as he soaks in the sun. He fumbles in his pockets for his keys and slowly, gingerly, pulls them out of his pocket, letting them dangle from his fingertips. In a false show of awkwardness, he drops the keyring to the ground, letting them clang, catching everyone's attention, before bending over from the waist, showcasing his firm ass in his cowboy jeans and letting his cowboy hat almost fall off his head.
Josh unlocks the trailer door and goes in to take a shower. He strips off his boots, socks and jeans, and stands for a second in just his boxer shorts and hat, admiring himself in the mirror. He slowly runs his hand from the top of his smooth pecs down, over his carved chest and six-pack abs, slowly running his fingers along the top edge of his boxers shorts, before he lowers them, inch by inch, giving himself a striptease. His flaccid cock starts to fill with blood as he gets more and more aroused. He takes off his hat and holds it over his groin, slowly gyrating his hips as he looks at himself in the mirror, clenching his ass as he dances around.
"Good show, buddy."
Josh whips around to see Topher standing in the door frame, a sheepish grin on his otherwise beet-red face. Josh quickly reaches out to slam the door, noticing Topher's painfully-obvious erection through the ill-fitting khakis.
"I was just stopping by to ..."
SLAM.
'It's one thing to be the center of attention, but it's another thing entirely to have someone who is interested in action, not just ideas,' thought Josh. 'I'm not interested in having another guy check out my junk, even if I do forget to close the door. I don't even want to think about this right now.' He went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stood underneath the spray for thirty minutes before getting out, toweling off, and getting into bed.
'What is it with that guy? Why did he get so turned on when I slapped his chest? And why did he look at me that way earlier? It's too bad that he's not more attractive. He's just so scrawny. Well, at least, scrawny, relative to me. He's not a bad-looking guy... in fact, he's kind of cute. Just the type of guy that I could dominate. And, based on the way that he was looking at me, I bet that he would enjoy being in this bed, head down, ass up, begging for more of my meat. Bet he has a tight little hole.'
All the while, Josh is working his cock with his hand, first slowly, but rapidly increasing pace. 'Oh, yeah. Bet he's tighter than my grip right now. Squeezing his ass, milking the cum right out of me.' With a few sharp thrusts, Josh tightens his ass and erupts, spraying thick ropes of white milky cum all over his chest before he rolls over and goes to sleep.
(to be continued)
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