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, Part 2
Josh woke up early the next morning, stretching his legs until he heard a satisfying crack from each of his toes, ankles, and knees. It felt good to start his day that way, and made him feel powerful and energized to take on the day. He hopped out of bed and onto the cold trailer floor, then raised each hand, twisting each high above his head. Looking down, he smiled as he saw the dried cum on his torso, remembering his dirty thoughts before conking out the night before. He hopped into the shower, rinsed himself thoroughly before soaping and shampooing, and then going back out into the bed area wrapped only in a towel. As he looked through his underwear options for the day, one pair fell out that made him smile with a recollection of another movie set, from years prior...
[if you want to experience this memory, you might want to check out "The Picture of Dorian Gray," the 2002 version, that Josh starred in. It's available in segments on YouTube, and part 6 is particularly ... memorable.]
It was another movie, another time, and he was far less experienced in the ways of acting, and the ways of the world. He was also much lighter, not having given his body the chance to develope with a weight in each hand, and he looked far more of a boy than a man. His naturally blond hair had been dyed a platinum color, and he still had a young cast to his face. He was also, though, incredibly promiscuous, having sex with almost every nubile young woman - blond, brunette, raven-haired - that crossed his doorstep. He had never, to that point, had any experience with another guy, not even so much as a hand job, although he had a deep, hungry curiosity.
The director came in one day, and told him that he was going to have a nude scene in bed. Not with anyone, but to show his total disregard for anyone else, and lack of shame for himself. What he didn't realize was that he was going to be visited by his mentor, a dark-haired moderately-attractive man who made his heart beat fast whenever they were alone together. The first take went well until about half-way through, when he got such a throbbing erection that he thought that he was going to come without anything more than the closeness of his co-star and the fact that he was on camera. The director gave everyone a ten-minute break, hoping that Josh would take advantage of the alone time and masturbate enough that he would work out his obvious horny mood.
Josh just asked for a glass of water and seemed to be in control of himself, so the director started shooting again. It became obvious quickly, though, that he liked the attention with an even more powerful hard-on than before. The director's mouth started to water, especially when everyone watched as the tip of Josh's dick was throbbing an angry red, bordering on purple. "That's it," he called. "Put on some underwear." Josh pulled on a pair of tight-fitting white bikini briefs that almost were more revealing, so much so that everyone's eyes (and pants) started to bulge. "Let's try this tomorrow," muttered the director.
Everyone started to clear out, except for his co-star, Branden. "I think that you're getting too distracted," said Branden, putting his arm on Josh's shoulder. "Let's run those lines again, so that we don't need to spend too much time getting this right tomorrow."
"Sure thing," Josh answered. "This isn't the first time that I've been on camera, you know. Just, well, the first time that I've been here without clothes on."
Branden smiled. "There's nothing to worry about. And you've definitely not got anything to be ashamed of. You're also wearing underwear right now, no matter how skimpy. But, if it makes you feel less self-conscious, I can strip down to something more casual, too."
"Um, er, sure. I'd like that. I think, actually, I'd like that a lot."
Branden made sure that the set was clear and, slowly, slipped off the ascot from around his neck, followed by his jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt, button by button, teasing Josh with his languid pace. He stopped at his waist, then pulled his shirt off of each shoulder so that he was standing there with his entire body, from waist up, exposed. Josh looked from waist to neck, taking in each detail of his muscular chest, strong pecs, powerful arms and biceps. Branden sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you like what you see?"
"Yes, Harry, um, I mean Branden. I like it a lot."
"I think that you'll like the rest even better."
Branden stood back up and kicked off one shoe, then the other. It was obvious that he was very turned on; the outline of his hard cock was pressing against the thin suit pants. He rapidly, almost violently, pulled the shirt from the waist of his pants so that he was only wearing pants and socks. He was still more dressed than Josh, but only by a matter of a few articles.
"I thought that we were going to rehearse,"
"We can go through the script, Josh, but there are other lines that I'm more interested in working on." With that, he pushed Josh back onto the bed, flipping him over onto his stomach in the process. "Hmmm. You're a bottom? Not what I expected, but what I was hoping for nonetheless."
"Wait, this is my first time with a guy. You're cute and all, but, well, I..."
Branden silenced him quickly, wrapping an arm around Josh's neck and pulling his head around to kiss him deeply, passionately, with as much tongue as he could get inside of Josh's mouth. Josh was pressed against the bed, and could feel Branden's dick straining against the fabric of the pants. With his free hand, Branden reached down and unzipped his pants and rearranged himself in his boxers so that his hard penis sprung forward, hot meat against Josh's white briefs. He reached down and ripped the underwear in half, exposing Josh's virgin hole, all the while kissing and rubbing against the small of Josh's back. He was leaking pre-cum steadily, tracing it along the smooth, young skin.
"Won't this hurt?" Josh asked.
"Not if you just let me take it slow. And if you let me touch you, too. Let me touch you, Josh. I promise you'll love it."
Branden pushed his fingers into Josh's briefs, first massaging his balls, then rubbing his dick, back and forth. It was only because of how hard he was, and the elastic in the waist, that Josh still had any shred of clothing on. "Oh, that feels good. Real good."
"Just wait, Josh. Just wait." Branden thrust his dick, without any lube or warning, into Josh's ass, as hard as he could.
"Shit, man. That hurts. Oh, fuck, does it hurt! You're deep inside me, man. You're ripping me open."
"Relax. Just go with it."
Branden started to rock back and forth, pulling his dick almost all the way out, inch by inch, before diving back in. Josh reversed the motion, trying to grind his crotch into the bed, smothering Branden's hand. Over and over, they repeated this motion, faster and faster, until Branden shouted out loud, "Here I come. Best fuck of the year!" Seconds later, Josh released his seed all over Branden's hand, into his tight pouch, and fell forward...
To commemorate that night, Josh bought two new pair of briefs, one to wear on set the next day, and one, well, for fuck's sake.