SEVEN HITS! Get Your Ass Ready! (10 page)

“Tyler!”

He laughed. “See, you don’t even have to change your name, that’s a great porn name.” He pulled out his wallet and handed him a card. “I’m not supposed to give this to just anyone, but you look pretty fucking hot. Send a couple pictures and a note to this email address, telling Mark why you think you should be in a Pirate Island video.” He winked. “Maybe next time it’ll be you on that bed.” Then it was his turn to piss, or whatever he was going to do, and he was gone into the stall.

Mark Blackbeard was the mysterious owner of Pirate Island Video, pioneer of the nastiest movies anyone had seen in years, and manager of a stable of the hottest, most twisted guys in the business. There was no script, no plot, and no direction in Mark’s movies, just a careful process of putting together guys with the best chemistry and letting them go at it. Nobody Tyler knew had ever seen his face, not even a picture. “Reclusive” they called him. Tyler carefully put the card into his wallet and went back to his friends.

“Where were you, man?” Nick asked him. Tyler was pleased that Nick had noticed he’d been gone. If there was one guy he hated being friend-zoned by, it was Nick. Nick was tall and lean, with dark curly hair and gorgeous tats of vegetables and fruits all over his arms, already marred by the usual scars and burns of a career chef even though still he was only in his twenties. He had gorgeous pierced nipples and who knew what else was pierced, Tyler wondered. Nick rode a motorcycle and fucked guys, girls, anything he felt like, lived the life Tyler only dreamed of, a life of not giving a shit what people thought and doing his own thing.

Something broke in him, some reservation, hesitation, just disappearing. There was only one way to get Nick to notice him, really notice him, and that was to do something shocking.

“Talking to a porn star I saw in a Pirate Island video. He said I should send in some pictures and maybe I could be in one, too.”

Nick’s face split open in a wide grin. “Fuckin’ A, man, I love those movies. You serious?”

“Yeah!” Tyler said, because he sure as shit was serious now.

“You need someone to take pictures?”

“You volunteering?”

“Hell yeah.” Nick extended his hand to shake on the deal.

Tyler grabbed his hand as tight as he could. “You’re on.”

Tyler had never been to Nick’s place, so getting to see it was exciting in itself. It was on Folsom, which was pretty hot, since he was so close to the bars, the dirty bookstores, the sex shops and sex clubs. All Nick had to do to get laid was walk out the door. Or, in this part of town, just lean out his window.

Nick was in a wife beater and cargo shorts when he answered the door. His unshaven face broke open in a grin. “Hey, man, come on in.”

Tyler took a look around; Nick’s place was filled with cool stuff – rescued furniture, old lamps, original art from local artists, and some very sexy nude photos on the walls.

“Did you take those?”

“You like?” Nick asked, working with his camera as he spoke.

“Yeah,” Tyler answered, wondering what happened at the end of those photo shoots, thinking about Nick and those hot men taking the session to the next level.

“Get stripped and let’s get started.” Tyler didn’t need any more prompting than that to get his clothes off. He had a firm, muscular bod, naturally developed playing sports in school and working on his dad’s construction projects, and he kept it up now at the gym. He watched Nick frowning over the camera, his scowl of concentration making him look all the sexier.

“Sit in the window there,” Nick said, indicating the padded bench in the bay window over Folsom. The sunlight was pouring in and Tyler wondered if anyone on the street could see his ass – though that wouldn’t be a strange sight on Folsom. Nick looked up and smiled. “You’re ruining the effect.”

“Why?”

“You’re already hard.”

Tyler laughed. “Yeah. Looking at you will do that to me.”

Nick took it as a joke, unfortunately. “Okay, lean back, that’s good. Nice. Relaxed.” They took pix of Tyler in repose, then Nick had him on his knees, bent over the bench so his smooth perfect ass was displayed to the camera.

“We need something nastier,” Tyler said daringly. “This is for Pirate Island.”

“Yeah, true. Any ideas?”

“Yeah, you taking a picture of me sucking your big cock.”

“Not a bad idea. How do you know I have a big cock?” Nick laughed.

“I can tell. It’s in the toes,” he said, indicating Nick’s long bare feet and their long toes.

Nick looked at him for a second, thinking, realizing at last that Tyler was hot for him. It occurred to Tyler that maybe he hadn’t noticed before because everyone was hot for Nick, and Tyler had played it too cool for too long.

“Get on down here,” Nick said and Tyler was on his knees in front of him, staring hungrily at the bulge in Nick’s cargo shorts.

Nick flipped the button on the camera to video and started recording. “Let’s give ‘em a real audition tape. So tell me why you want you want to be a Pirate Island porn star.”

Tyler looked up at Nick, through the camera lens, talking to him, and to mysterious Mark Blackbeard. He reached up and unbuttoned Nick’s shorts.

“Well, I love dick. I live for dick.” He pulled the shorts down, revealing old plaid boxer shorts – fucking hot, he thought, such fucking straight guy underwear.

He nuzzled Nick’s package with his lips. “I love the look of dicks and the feel of them, soft skin and hard flesh. I love it when you pull down a guy’s underwear and…” Nick’s dick popped out, just as long and plump and straight as Tyler had dreamed. “And you get this,” he
smiled at the camera before opening his lips and putting them around the head like a baby on a nipple.

“What else do you like,” Nick asked, his voice lower now.

Tyler put a hand on the base of Nick’s tool. “I like it when a man puts his big hands on me and pushes all of himself into me. I like a man who takes charge and stretches my throat. Stretches my limits.”

“Yeah?” Nick said, adjusting his grip on the camera with one hand and putting his other rough, scarred hand on the back of Tyler’s head, firmly guiding it down on his swelling hardon.

Tyler nodded, angling his head just so, making sure Nick got past his throat sphincter and down, deep down into his throat.

“Fuck,” Nick whispered. “Good cocksucker. Really good. All this time I never knew.”

“You know now.” He loved the salty spicy taste of Nick’s precum on his tongue, the smell of his crotch as Nick buried his nose in it.

Nick pulled out and Tyler tried to chase his dick, lunging for it with his mouth. Nick laughed. “Hold your horses. Here,” he said, moving Tyler to a different angle on the floor. Nick squatted at his side and nodded, confirming the angle, then put the camera on the bookshelf , flipping the viewer around so they could both see the image being recorded.

Then, both hands free now, Nick grabbed Tyler by the ears and aimed his cock at his face, stabbing at it, deliberately missing his mouth, smacking his cheeks, his eyes, his jaw with his big swinging dick before finally stopping, aiming, putting the head of it right on Tyler’s lips. Tyler opened wide and Nick rammed it in.

He nearly choked instinctively, but repressed it, gagging a little but not coming off it. “Fucking choke on it,” Nick whispered. “That’s what you want those Pirate Island dudes to do, don’t you? Form a fucking line and take turns pumping cum into you, both ends at once.”

Tyler nodded enthusiastically, reaching up and putting his hands on Nick’s ass to push him deeper down his throat.

“Yeah!” Nick laughed. “That’s it, do the fucking work, bitch. Fuck yourself with my cock.” He put his hands behind his head and looked down as Tyler went all the way down, Nick letting him do all the work, Tyler cock-punching his own throat, grabbing that tight hard ass and skullfucking himself, showing Pirate Island Mark what he wanted, what he could do, how far he would go.

“Here it comes,” Nick said, pulling out. “Let’s see you take that load for the camera.” Nick dashed to the camera and hit the zoom in button, then came back and turned to watch himself stroking it on the viewfinder, watching Tyler’s open mouth waiting for the load.

“I got a big one for you,” Nick grunted, not looking at Tyler, looking at himself in the screen, and that turned Tyler on even more. He was just a hole, Nick was the star, nobody watched a movie for the bottom, they watched it for the fucking top, and if you were lucky, you were the lucky cum dumpster that was privileged to be used and abused by the star, the fucking god.

Nick’s hand pistoned
faster and faster on his dick, the head of it just at Tyler’s lips, Nick’s hand smacking him in the jaw as it pumped. Then, there were those few seconds of agony, that moment of silence and held breath, and BOOM, Tyler’s mouth was covered in cum, his face splattered with it as Nick’s load went flying.

But not much went flying, as Tyler wrapped his lips around the head, taking the little knuckle punches of Nick’s hand as he kept beatin’ it, and it was worth it to get every drop of sweet salty juice, filling up on young healthy man cum.

Finally Nick was done. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe I went this long without knowing what a good cocksucker you are.” He went over to the camera and leaned down into it with his beautiful knowing grin.

“Whoever’s watching this, you gotta give this little bitch a try. Fucking worth it.” He picked up the camera and pointed it at Tyler, the other hand wiping the cum off Tyler’s face and pushing it into his mouth. Tyler took it greedily, eagerly, watching Nick, watching the camera, dreaming of more.

They cleaned up and Nick walked him to the door. “So you think we can do this again?” Tyler asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Nick pretended to look thoughtful. “I don’t know…” He laughed. “Fuck yeah we can do it again. Maybe we can even make another movie,” he winked.

Tyler took his time on the email to Pirate Island. “Dear Mark Blackbeard: I’m a long time fan of your films, and I recently met Jeff, one of your bottoms, who gave me your card. My dream is to be that guy on screen – the one on the bed, the one with his hands tied, powerless, waiting for whichever and however many hot hung guys you send in for me to service. My buddy Nick took the attached pictures and video for your approval. He didn’t know how bad I wanted to suck his cock, or how well I could do it, until we made this tape. I hope you can find a spot for me in your stable, sincerely, Tyler.”

To his shock, only two hours elapsed before he got a response. “Hi Tyler, be at our studio at 3 pm tomorrow, ready for an audition. Mark B.”

Holy shit! He thought of texting Nick right away but decided, no, what if they say no, you’re not good enough, not hot enough, not submissive enough, not something enough…I’ll wait, he decided.

The next day, shaking with excitement, he arrived at the Pirate Island headquarters South of Market, an old warehouse converted into loft offices and studios. The…normalness of the office surprised him. It was an old, funky, high-ceilinged open space, and the good looking guy at the reception desk didn’t blink when Tyler said, half questioning as if unsure it could be true, “I’ve got an audition appointment with Mark?”

He was led into a room with a wooden chair in front of a black backdrop. There was a man standing in front of a window, working with a camera on a tripod. It was dazzlingly bright outside and Tyler could only see his silhouette.

“Have a seat,” Mark said in a deep voice.

“Do you want me to take my clothes off first?”

“No, not yet. Let’s see how this goes.”

“Okay.”

Mark finished what he was doing and sat down. Tyler could see the video camera’s Record light blinking away. “I’m going to take some stills as well. Your friend is very talented, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, in a lot of ways. Great photographer, great chef…”

“Great lover?”

“Well, that was the first time we did anything. But based on that I’d say yes, wouldn’t you?”

Mark laughed. “Yeah, I would. So you asked him if you could suck his dick on camera?”

“No, he was just going to take pictures, some video of me posing, but…he’s so hot. I’ve wanted to do him for a long time. So I just asked.”

“Nice. Uninhibited.”

Tyler shrugged. “Well, I was inhibited for a while, never had the nerve to ask him, you know, if that was a possible thing between us.”

“But when the camera came on, you weren’t shy.”

“I guess not. I guess it made it okay, that it was for art, for work, whatever.”

“Do you want to do that with him again?”

“More than that! I want him to fuck me in the ass, man,” Tyler grinned. “You saw what he’s got there, right? I can get hard just thinking about that going up my ass.”

“He was pretty uninhibited on camera, too.”

“He loved it,” Tyler said, thinking about Nick watching himself on the viewfinder. “He could be a fucking porn star for sure.”

“Yes he could,” Mark said, and there was a strange note in his voice Tyler couldn’t figure out. “So let’s take this forward. Go ahead and take off your clothes.”

Tyler started to tear them off, then realized that even stripping was part of the audition. So he took his boots off, leaving his thick socks on, then opened his belt – the black belt he’d deliberately chosen because it was like Mitch Bradford’s in that video, and he let it hang loose.

“I love that scene where Mitch Bradford is slapping Jeff in the face with the end of his belt, warming him up.” He waved the belt around as if he had his own bottom in front of him, letting his face twist into a little sneer of satisfaction.

“Do you top?” Mark asked him, as Tyler unbuttoned his jeans.

“Sometimes, if it’s the right guy. A little guy you can just…you know, pick up and toss around. But mostly I like to bottom. Love to bottom, if the top is good at his job.”