"one-on-one" (audition Story/gay)

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Before I start, I just want to be clear that I’m no Harvey Weinstein. I’m not a serial sexual predator, and the story I’m about to tell is the first and only time anything like this has ever happened to me. But I’ve got to say, it was one of the hottest sexual encounters of my whole life.

I’m an independent filmmaker. Which means that I’m broke and do films with almost no money for the creative satisfaction. But it also means that I can tell stories that I wouldn’t be able to if I was working for a studio or with a major budget. I think that most gay filmmaking is generally terrible. The majority of indie gay movies are poorly made, sappy sentimental or silly, and they certainly don’t reflect the gay world I know. So it’s my goal try to do something on a higher level that’s honest and moving, and elevates the form.

Well, a couple years ago I had written a screenplay about a guy in his late 40s who falls in love with a guy in his 20s. The twist is really that it’s the older guy who has trouble with the age difference, the younger guy is totally fine with it. And even though the older guy has more status and money and everything, it’s the younger guy who is more emotionally confident and mature. The younger guy is really the top in the relationship, both sexually and emotionally. The story was very personal to me, and the screenplay also included quite a bit of nudity and several very sexually explicit scenes that were key to the storytelling, so I knew I had to find a producer who I could trust to not fuck it up.

My best friend for many years is Alan, a very rich older man who made his money in real estate but whose real passion is producing gay films. I had never gone to him for funding, but this film was really important to me and I wanted to make the movie the way I envisioned it. So I visited Alan in his beautiful mid-century home in Laurel Canyon and asked if he might want to produce the film. I made the pitch and left him a copy of the screenplay, assuring him that it wouldn’t change our friendship if he wasn’t interested. And before I left I told him to take his time.

By the time I got back to my apartment in Culver City I had a text from Alan:

“I love it. I’m in. When can we get started?”

This was going to be my greatest opportunity yet to show the world who I was as a filmmaker, so Alan’s support meant so much to me. It also was a very personal story, and I know Alan was aware of the parallels to my life. You see, I had cried on his shoulder many times as I struggled with my last relationship, one with a handsome younger man that I messed up because of my own insecurities. I never felt like I was good looking enough or young enough to deserve such an attractive young man, so I undermined the relationship with suspicion and jealousy. Eventually it drove him to act out, and my prophecies became self-fulfilling. The relationship ended badly and drove me to a deep depression. So I guess I was trying to exorcize the demons of that relationship with this film, to give its protagonist the healing I never got.

With the money secured, we quickly set into production. To save on expenses we decided to use Alan’s house as the primary location for the film. He had another house in Laguna Beach and an apartment in New York, so it was easy for him to just move out of the house while we were shooting there.

And then we began the process of casting. We were thankfully able to secure a very talented actor with some prominent TV and film credits in the role of Colin, the older character. This actor wasn’t yet a household name, but he had enough credits and experience to give us confidence that he could play this challenging role. And it didn’t hurt that he was openly gay and very sexy. Plus he loved the screenplay and wasn’t at all shy about the nudity and sexuality. He had a receding hairline and a charmingly goofy smile, but he was swarthy and had a lean gym body with hairy pecs and a sweet round ass. No question that he’d look great on film.

But we were struggling to find someone to play Aiden, the younger character. The role was very demanding, requiring an actor who is boyishly handsome and extremely charismatic, and who has a great range from cocky confidence to vulnerability. Plus he needed to be comfortable with all the nudity and sexuality the role demanded, and also be skilled enough to carry a role this large. And he needed to believably play a 23 year old.

We went after some “names,” but nobody was brave enough to take on a role like this. So we started seeing a bunch of unknowns. Our casting director did a few sessions that didn’t turn up any viable options. And then we started requesting self-tapes from a lot of actors with shitty credits, but who seemed like good types and who had promising reels.

As we were beginning to get nervous about whether we’d ever find somebody for this role, my casting director emailed me:

“Take a look at this. I think maybe we found him?”

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PART TWO:

“Take a look at this. I think maybe we found him?”

Attached was the headshot of a stunningly beautiful young man, and my heart started racing. He had dark brown hair which contrasted with his pale, porcelain skin and icy blue eyes. He had gorgeous, full red lips and a sly, knowing smile. There was a boyish blush across his cheeks. The photo was cropped close so I couldn’t tell anything about his body.

I quickly opened his resume. Skyler Brady. 5’11”, 170 pounds. Under special skills it indicates weight lifting and lots of sports. That’s promising. His credits were less reassuring. A couple student films and a few plays at theaters that I hadn’t heard of. Hard to tell. But also attached was his video audition.

We had given the actors a long speech from early in the movie, shortly after Aiden and Colin meet. They’re in Colin’s living room, they’ve been flirting and drinking, and one thing starts leading to another. Colin is chickening out and has just said that maybe it’s time for Aiden to go home, and Aiden responds with this speech which is a persuasive and irresistible seduction, essentially convincing Colin to seize the moment, to not worry about the future. And then they fuck.

But not in their audition, which stops after his final line, “What are you afraid of?,” just before Aiden goes in for a passionate kiss.

I take a deep breath and open the video.

The video is framed so that I can see his torso. In the thumbnail I can see he’s wearing a tight white t-shirt, he’s got broad shoulders, a wide chest, and an insanely narrow waist. He’s looking right into the camera and his eyes are electric, his smile inviting and sweet.

I hold my breath and press play.

I had watched so many actors mangle this monologue in their failed auditions that I had come to the conclusion that I’d overwritten it, that I needed to edit it or maybe rewrite it altogether. But Skyler managed to make every word seem essential, and like he was discovering it in the moment.

Looking right into the camera, and slowly inching toward it, he made every point clearly and convincingly. He varied his tactics, using reason and humor and domination and intelligence and, yes, sexual magnetism. His delivery was believable and nuanced and compelling. The camera loves him; every angle of his face and body was perfection. I was drawn in and mesmerized by his audition, so much so that I forgot that he was speaking my words, or even that I was watching an audition. Was this too good to be true, or had we really found our actor?

He spoke the final line, “What are you afraid of?,” and the image froze on his exquisite, youthful face, now tightly framed, looking pleadingly at the camera and inviting the kiss that, in the film, Aiden would get. Only then did I realized that I was fully hard, my cock pushing against the fabric of my chinos. I clicked the replay icon and rubbed my cock through my pants as I watched the audition again.

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PART THREE:

I clicked the replay icon and rubbed my cock through my pants as I watched the audition again.

Who was this perfect young man? I looked back at his resume and started googling. One film doesn’t even have an IMDB listing, maybe a student film. Another is listed, but his name is so far down the credits that he was probably a glorified extra. In another he seems to have a bigger role, but it doesn’t look like the film was even released. I can’t find reviews, but there’s a trailer. The film is terribly written and cheap looking, and his co-star is awful, but Skyler is dynamic and fascinating.

I stalk him on social media. His Instagram page has tons of pictures. Lots of activities, and he travels often. Photo after photo with other beautiful young people, boys and girls. Many times with his arm draped around them in casual affection, occasionally giving them a kiss on the cheek or laughing in each other’s arms. I can’t tell if he’s straight or gay, he seems just as affectionate with the boys as with the girls. But it doesn’t look like he’s in a relationship, there’s nobody who appears over and over.

For such a gorgeous young man his Instagram feed is surprisingly light on sexy pictures, but there are a few shirtless photos: two with a bunch of his guy friends at the beach, everyone in board shorts, but they’re backlit by the sunset so I can’t see much; and the ubiquitous post-workout selfie in the mirror. This one is really hot.

I pull out my cock and begin jerking as I peruse his perfect body. His torso, which looked really massive in a t-shirt in his video, here looks more naturally proportioned. His shoulders are wide, but his chest is not overly built. It looks like he doesn’t shave his body but he’s naturally pretty hairless, just some whispy ones between his pecs, and a light treasure trail leading into his gym shorts. Through his translucent skin I can see the veins that pump blood to his muscles. His perfect little nipples are accentuated by light coming from the side, so they stick out and beg to be licked. I imagine running my tongue from his chest, across his tight abs, and down to his perfect belly button. I swear I can make out the outline of an enormous cock running down his right leg, straining against his grey gym shorts. Is he not wearing any underwear? Without warning my own cock shoots all over my laptop and desk. I laugh to myself, and then set to the task of wiping cum off of everything.

After cleaning up, I look back at his audition tape just to make sure I wasn’t blinded by my attraction to Skyler. Nope. It was as good as I had remembered. I immediately called my casting director to set up a callback for him.

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PART FOUR:

I immediately called my casting director to set up a callback for him.

Well, turns out he had taped from Georgia where he was filming a role for a TV series. So we arranged a Skype session for him with my casting director and his assistant, and Alan, my producer. Skyler’s Skype callback was terrific. He was charming and easy to connect with and very responsive to the adjustments I gave him. He had asked another actor from his TV series to read with him, and it was hard to tell but there seemed to be genuine sexual chemistry between them. He played the scenes beautifully, and he’s a fantastic type for the role. My casting director, his assistant, and Alan all loved him. I had already developed a crush on him and thought he was great. All in all, a fantastic callback.

But still there was something that was keeping me from feeling entirely comfortable offering him the role. The whole Skype experience is strangely detached and awkward, and sometimes glitchy. And I had never met him face to face. Besides, we hadn’t really discussed any of the nudity or sexuality in the script, and I wanted to make sure he was cool with it. And I still didn’t know whether Skyler was gay or not; it would sure be a plus if he was. So my casting director suggested that we do a one-on-one meeting, so I can see him in person and make sure it all feels right. Skyler was due back from Atlanta in less than a week, so we arranged to meet as soon as he returned.

Alan was at his beach house, so he offered to have us use his Laurel Canyon home for the meeting. It was certainly a better option than my cruddy apartment, and it gave us more privacy than meeting at a Starbucks. Skyler would come over on Thursday afternoon at 3pm.

I was strangely nervous in anticipation of our meeting. I wanted to make the right impression for him but not look like I was trying too hard. What should I serve? Wine doesn’t seem appropriate; maybe some sparkling water and something to nibble on. A bowl of fresh berries and some Marcona almonds. What should I wear? Something that looks effortless and casual. Linen pants and shirt that show off my build, and some dressy sandals.

I arrived at Alan’s house about an hour early to prepare. It was, as always, immaculate. I pulled out some beautiful hand blown glasses for the water and olive wood serving bowls for the berries and nuts. Music? No, it’s a meeting, not a date.

I looked at myself in the enormous mirror that stood in the foyer. Despite my perpetual self-doubt, I think I look pretty good for a guy who is almost 50. I’ve still got most of my hair, and trim beard stubble that makes my jaw look stronger. My open shirt collar shows just enough of my hairy chest. I’m proud of my body. As I started getting flabby in my early 40s I began a much more rigorous regiment of gym and yoga, and for an old guy I think I achieved really good results. I get stared at a lot in the gym; mostly in the showers where they’re looking at my big cut cock. And I get cruised occasionally when I’m out, but usually from older guys. Let’s face it, the gay culture is very ageist. Youth is currency, and once you get beyond a certain age you’re spent. I’m guilty of it as well. I can’t help that I’m attracted to younger guys.

The doorbell rang and my heart leapt. I was standing in the foyer still looking in the mirror, but I didn’t want to seem too eager, so I waited about 20 seconds before I took the three short steps to the front door and opened it.

There was the stunning young man who I had obsessed over for the past couple weeks. His beauty had not been an illusion of the camera; he was just as handsome in person. He stood there with a confident smile and stuck out his hand.

“Hey there. I’m Skyler.”

“Hi, Skyler. Rob.” I shook his hand. His handshake was strong, and he kept eye contact throughout. “Come on in.”

As he passed through the doorway I checked him out. He was wearing a bulky zip hoodie that disguised his build, but joggers that showed off his cute bubble butt. He held a copy of the screenplay in his hands, dog-eared and crumpled, and covered with notes. He walked into the house confidently, as though he knew he belonged there.

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PART FIVE:

He walked into the house confidently, as though he knew he belonged there.

“Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Any chance you have sparkling water?”

I smiled. “San Pellegrino okay?”

“Perfect.”

“Make yourself at home.” I pulled the water from the fridge and began to pour.

“This is a beautiful house,” he called from the other room.

“Thanks. Well, it’s not mine, but it’s where we’re going to film.”

“Wow. Awesome. I love the mid-century style. This looks like a Wassily Chair.” Well educated, too. I’m impressed.

“It is a Wassily. An original, from the ‘20s. Cheers.” We made eye contact again as we clinked our water glasses. I hadn’t noticed it in his picture, but he had a dusting of tiny freckles across the bridge of his nose. Cute. “Have a seat.”

I sat on the wide sofa, and Skyler sat in a chair opposite. He was so self-assured and at ease, or at least he seemed so. I felt much less confident, but I think I was putting on a pretty good show.

“So Skyler, we all liked your audition very much, and it was great working with you the other day. But I just wanted to meet you in person and talk a little more about the movie before we make a final choice.” I tried to make it sound as though there were other options, though in fact all our eggs were in his basket, so to speak.

“Thanks, mister Brenner…”

“Rob.”

He smiled. “Rob. It’s been so inspiring working on this amazing material for the last three weeks. You’re a brilliant writer, and it was just so easy to connect to this character, to your dialogue.”

His praise was sweet and very flattering, and I think I blushed a little. “I’m glad to hear that, Skyler. Tell me what it is that attracts you to the role.”

“Well, first of all, Aiden’s just such a fascinating character. And I relate to him so much.”

“In what way?” I was hoping that this question might allow him to get personal, that he might tell me about his sexual preference or something else that would reveal more about him.

“I guess it’s his spirit. The way he embraces life. His fearlessness. Or not fearlessness, but his willingness to say fuck it to his fears and do it anyway. Like he says, ‘What are you afraid of?’ I’d like to think that I live my life that way.” His answer didn’t reveal anything about his sexuality, but it was a fucking great answer.

“Tell me, Skyler, do you have any questions or reservations about the nudity or the sexuality in the film?” Again, a leading question that I hoped would encourage him to reveal more about himself.

“Not at all. You’ve made it very clear in the screenplay what is called for. I think it’s all beautiful and appropriate, and I’m comfortable as an actor with all of it.”

I hesitated, and he sensed it.

“Do you need to see me naked now?”

“No,” I answered quickly, laughing, “that’s not necessary.” Of course I would love to see him naked, but I didn’t know how to make that happen in a way that wasn’t totally inappropriate.

“But just to be clear,” I continued, “I’m not sure yet how the film will be cut, but when we film it some of the sexuality is likely to be unsimulated, including touching of genitals, possibly erections or…”

“I know, I understand. That’s fine with me.”

“Okay.” Still not an answer to my underlying question, but the right answer to the question I did ask him. “Good.”

“Skyler, I know that I’m legally not supposed to ask you this, but do you mind if I ask if you’re gay?”

He hesitated for a moment, the first moment of hesitation I had seen in him. Then he looked me square in the eye and said, “I’m not sure how to answer that. I’m attracted to both men and women. I’ve had sex with both men and women. I’ve even loved both men and women, but I’m not sure I’ve ever really been in love. I’d like to be in love. I think that’s another thing that attracts me so much to the role of Aiden. I’d like to be as fully, unequivocally in love as Aiden is in the movie. To be all in, to give myself entirely to someone else. I’ve never experienced that, but I feel like I understand it deep down, in my core.” He laid his large hand on his abdomen to illustrate. “So anyway, I’m not sure I answered your question. I guess I’d have to say I’m bisexual, but until I’ve been in love with someone I’m not sure I’ll really know.”

I sat stunned. For all of its ambivalence, his answer was incredibly self-aware. And both confident and vulnerable at the same moment. He sat there looking directly at me, his feelings utterly exposed without any shame or discomfort. It was fucking beautiful.

“Thank you, Skyler. I appreciate your honesty and your bravery.”

That was it. I had learned what I needed to. I had fallen completely for this beautiful, honest, talented, vulnerable and entirely enchanting boy. I was ready to offer him the role. But before I did, I asked him, “Do you have any questions for me?”

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PART SIX:

“Do you have any questions for me?”

“Can I read for you?” he asked humbly.

“Oh, you don’t need to, Skyler, I think we covered that in your audition…”

“I’d like to, if you don’t mind. I just love speaking these words, and it would be nice to work with you here in person, to get a sense of how it is to work in the room with you.”

“Okay, if you’d like. Do you want to do the monologue you did in your first audition?”

“Sure. Do you mind if we start back a little bit, so I can get into it?”

“Well, I don’t have a reader here…”

“Can’t you read with me?”

I laughed. “Oh Skyler, you really don’t want to see me try to act. Anyway, I’m hardly the type to play your hot boyfriend…”

“What? Are you insane? You could totally be my hot daddy!” He laughed. I sensed he was being playful, but I couldn’t tell if he was being ironic or just patronizing. Either way it was awkward and uncomfortable.

I turned away, trying to brush it off. “Yeah thanks, but I’m really not…”

“Wait, you’re serious?” He looked me straight in the face, and waited until I turned back to him. Then he got up from his chair, moved next to me on the sofa, took my chin in one hand and forced me to look him in the eye. “You’re a very handsome man, Rob. Any guy would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend.”

My heart was racing, my dick hardening. This was so sweet and intimate and totally unexpected.

“Do you believe me?” he asked. I hesitated. “I know you don’t know me well, Rob, but I’m not a bullshitter. You’re an incredibly sexy man.” I hesitated again. “Accept the compliment,” he said smiling.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling back, and this time not looking away.

“Now, can we read the scene?”

“I don’t have a copy of the screenplay with me.”

“You can use mine.”

“But what will you use?”

“I have it memorized.”

“The whole thing?”

“I think so.”

He tossed me the script and stood up. He unzipped his hoodie and said, “I think it’s page twenty-three,” then he slipped it off and tossed it on the Wassily. He was wearing a tight tank top which revealed his beautiful shoulders and his sexy build. He picked up his water glass, which he held like it was a glass of fine wine, and draped himself on the sofa next to me, leaning against me casually and seductively.

“Ready?” he asked.

I felt absolutely powerless. The intensity of my desire, the danger of the situation, the crippling affect his beauty had on me, it was all just too much. I was under his power.

“Sure.”

And we began reading the scene.

If I had known in advance that I’d be sitting here with this beautiful man, feeling all that I was feeling, I could not have written the dialogue more appropriately. Each self-deprecating comment Colin made echoed my own feelings. Each reassuring compliment Aiden gave paralleled the ones Skyler had already made to me. Each protestation Colin made that this wasn’t right, that “we shouldn’t,” gave voice to my own fears. And for each objection I made, the screenplay gave Aiden an answer, which Skyler delivered with assurance and tenacity.

And then he launched into the speech, the words Skyler spoke when I first fell in love with him in his video audition. He was so close that I could smell his faint scent, I could see the tiny pores in his smooth, taught skin, and I could feel the heat radiating off of his powerful body. His eyes welled up as he talked about how scary but important it is to take risks, and when he placed his hand on my leg an electric current ran through my body. It was intimate and vulnerable and encouraging and loving. The words he spoke were the words I had written. They were words I needed to hear, but I was only able to receive them when delivered by someone else. A tear began to roll down my face.

As the speech neared the end, Skyler set down his glass, gently wiped the tear from my cheek, took my face in both of his hands, looked deeply into my eyes, and delivered the final line:

“What are you afraid of?”

The question hung in the air. After a long pause, Skyler began moving toward me, heading for the kiss that I had scripted for him.

“Thank you, Skyler,” I said, breaking the moment and attempting to get back to a semblance of professionalism, “that was beautifully done.”

“Don’t do that, Rob,” Skyler said simply, refusing to let go of my face. He again looked into my eyes, all the way into my soul, for several seconds and then repeated the question:

“What are you afraid of?”

My lack of response was in itself an answer. There was nothing to be afraid of. This time I didn’t resist it when came in for a deep, sensuous kiss, I returned it eagerly. His lips were moist and full, his kiss tender but passionate. He pulled my body to his, and I felt the virility of his young muscles as we embraced. His lips parted and I felt his tongue enter my mouth, diminishing the space between us and intermingling our bodies.

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PART SEVEN:

I opened my eyes to become aware that he was still looking at me, without any shame and with tender affection. While we continued passionately kissing, he looked deeply inside me, insisting that I reveal my fears, my vulnerabilities, and my desires.

He took my hand and drew it to his cock, which was making a tent of his knit pants. As he wrapped my hand around it I gasped. It was as rigid as steel and longer than it was fat, but it was huge. I grasped it tightly and he shuddered.

It was only then that Skyler broke our kiss and, with my hand still wrapped around his dick, said, “Are you okay with this?”

What could I say? There was no turning back now.

“Oh yeah…”

With that he continued kissing me with renewed vigor, and his tongue explored my mouth even more deeply. With one hand he grabbed my hard cock through my pants, and with the other he began deftly unbuttoning my shirt. He slipped a hand under the shirt and began feeling my chest, and as he grabbed my pec I heard him utter a low, throaty “Mmmmmm…” while he continued kissing. Then his fingers found my nipple and began lightly pinching it, and it was my turn to return the “Mmmmmm…”

I had to see the body of this stunning young specimen whom I now had so unexpectedly in my embrace. I pulled away and peeled the tank top off his torso. His skin looked like marble, but it was warm, firm and pliable to the touch. I ran my hands across his shoulders, his chest, his waist, his abs. He was the perfect embodiment of youthful masculinity, young enough to be unblemished by time, but old enough to have fully grown into his manhood. His muscles obviously came from hard work, but the effect seemed effortless, like he had accidentally grown into this model of perfection.

As I explored his perfect torso, his cock began snaking up closer to the elastic waistband of his pants, until the head peeked out from underneath it. It was fully hard now, but his foreskin still covered part of the pink head. He kicked off his sneakers while I pulled his joggers and underwear down around his ankles. His enormous, perfect cock stood up proudly from a sparse nest of pubes, and his full balls rested on the sofa between his legs. I was so ready to devour that cock, but Skyler had something else in mind.

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PART EIGHT:

He pulled me up into another kiss and wrapped my legs around him until I was straddling him, his cock teasing my ass through my pants. He finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders, then began working my nipples like a pro. As soon as he figured out that my dick is hardwired to my nipples, he began teasing them with his lips and his tongue, and he tugged on them lightly with his teeth. I was moaning uncontrollably, and my cock was threatening to tear through my pants. While still sucking on my sensitive nipples, he undid my belt, unzipped my pants, reached in and freed my cock from its confinement. He then leaned back, replacing his tongue with his fingers on my chest, so he could take in the whole picture.

“Holy fuck, you’re so hot.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening, what I was hearing. Here I was making love with the most perfect man I had ever encountered, and he was calling me hot? I began to cry as I pulled him into another kiss, another embrace. The feeling of his tight abs against my cock was magical, and I could feel both of our hearts pounding as we simply held each other. We stayed this way for what seemed like an eternity, aware of how our bodies fit together, of our breathing, of the blood pumping through our veins to fuel our engorged cocks.

Skyler finally broke this moment saying, “Let’s get the rest of these off.” We stood and took a few awkward moments to complete the undressing part that’s never graceful, like squirming out of pants legs and taking off socks. Then with a mischievous smile Skyler grabbed me by the cock and led me back to the sofa, where he guided me to a reclining position. He stood above me for a moment in all his manly glory, his cock still erect, and we both smiled as we took each other in. Then he slowly lowered his body onto mine, resting all his weight on me as we felt each other cock to cock, chest to chest, face to face. He began grinding his cock against mine, and began kissing me again. I don’t know if it was the eroticism of the whole situation, the feeling of our hard cocks rubbing against one another, or the intimacy of his passionate kiss, but after just a few seconds of this I shouted, “Stop! Stop! Stop!” I came so close to shooting, and it was way to early. I wanted to savor this.

He stopped and we just lay there looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then he began crawling down my body, kissing my neck, my shoulders, the little indentation just above the collarbone, my nipple again, my armpit, my abs, my belly button, and then the head of my cock.

Crouching between my legs, with his round ass in the air, he looked up at me and smiled playfully as he stuck out his tongue and began teasing my rigid cock. His tongue danced around the swollen head, tried to invade the piss hole, slowly made the journey all the way down my cock to the base, and quickly played with my balls before making the slow journey back up my cock. With his mouth opened wide we again made eye contact and I stopped breathing in anticipation. Then he took the head of my cock inside his mouth, and slowly lowered himself in one continuous movement until his lips touched my pubes and my cock was sheathed deep into his throat. Holy shit! I’ve been deep-throated before, but my cock is so big that they rarely go this deep, and no one has ever taken it all at once. This boy is talented. I was moaning wildly and my breathing got faster as he used the muscles in his throat to milk my cock and, without warning, I began shooting my load deep inside him. I cried out, but he didn’t hesitate for a moment as his throat muscles continued milking every drop from my dick. I lay back as he kept me buried in his throat for a moment, then he slowly drew his mouth from my still hard cock and pulled himself up to rest his head on my hairy chest.

“I’m sorry,” I said, ashamed that I had come so quickly like a horny teenager.

“For what? It was totally hot. But I hope you have another load for me because I didn’t even get to taste that one. It went straight into my stomach.”

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PART NINE:

We both laughed and we just lay in each other’s arms, gently caressing one another as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

I suddenly leapt to my feet and said “Stand up.”

“What?”

“I want to see you like my camera will see you.”

“Like your camera… Wait. What are you saying?”

I burst out in laughter. “You don’t think I’d have sex with you and then tell you that you didn’t get the part, do you?”

Skyler squealed and ran to me, giggling like a schoolboy, threw himself in my arms, jumped up and wrapped his legs around me, kissing me madly. “Thank you.”

I reached for my cell phone and said, “Stand over there, in the light” as I opened the camera app and started to film him.

The afternoon light was coming through the sliding glass doors that lead out to the patio. Skyler strutted into the light and stood profile with his hands on his hips, thrusting his pelvis forward to emphasize his hard-on. I laughed.

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Just stand naturally. Drop your hands. Look at me.”

Skyler relaxed and followed my direction, his pale skin and muscle sculpted by the warm autumn light and framed by the soft greenery of Alan’s garden. He was all the beauty of classical Greek statue, but carved from warm flesh. I moved around him to try and capture all the angles and planes of this beautiful creature, coming closer to record the details of his jaw line, the slope of his broad shoulder to his muscular arm, the tiny, light colored hairs around his nipple, the small mole beneath his pec that seemed to be the only flaw in his otherwise unblemished skin, the perfect spiral of his navel, the chiseled v-cut that framed his groin, the trail that marked the path to his pubic hair, and finally, that magnificent cock.

“Does that thing ever go down?” I asked.

“Not when I’m around you,” he answered impishly.

“Well that’s going to make filming this movie kind of challenging.”

That cock. I continued filming it from every possible angle. His full balls had only a light sprinkling of hairs, and on close inspection it was clear that his pubes weren’t trimmed, but had stopped growing at a perfect length that declared his manhood, but still revealed his youth. His cock jutted from his hips in a graceful upward arc that looked like a statue of Pan. A series of veins snaked around the shaft. The ruffled edge of his foreskin still covered part of the smooth crown, which glistened as it peaked out from under its sheath.

With my free hand I grasped his dick at the base and pulled back the foreskin to fully expose the head of his cock, which was gleaming and moist. Skyler moaned and a drop of precum oozed from the tip. I tightened my grip and the drop continued to grow larger and larger until it could no longer hold its shape and began to descend. I quickly fell to my knees beneath him and stuck out my tongue so I could catch it before it hit the floor. I slowly moved up the thread that connected the drop on my tongue to the end of his cock, and once there I wrapped my mouth around it. I swirled my tongue around the smooth head as I tasted his sweet and slightly salty precum. “Yummmm…” I whispered.

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I had so much more I wanted to do with that exquisite organ, but at the moment I was still in voyeur mode, filming all of this activity. So I got back to my feet, grabbed his hand and murmured, “Come here,” as I lead him to the foyer.

I turned him to face the mirror, filming the image of both of us side by side in the reflection. We were almost exactly the same height and weight, but we couldn’t be more dissimilar. His creamy, smooth skin was so unlike my darker, hairier body, but the contrast was striking and beautiful. I was twice his age, but there was a lovely harmony in the balance between his flawless boyishness and my rugged manliness.

I stepped behind him and nestled my hard cock between the twin globes of his ass. I held the phone with one hand, and with the other I was stroking his body. While I watched him in the mirror, Skyler began to put on a show for me. He started to gradually move his body like a go-go dancer swaying to a slow groove that only he can hear. His ass gyrated against my cock, teasing the head against his hole and then pulling away before I could penetrate him. His arms lifted as he flexed his biceps for my pleasure; he knew I wanted to worship him, and he loved it. My free hand traced the contours of his muscles, gripping his powerful bicep, caressing the ridges of his six-pack, teasing his erect nipples. His smiling eyes caught mine in the mirror and he undulated his body against mine as I continued to idolize his divinity. My free hand reached under his arm, began tracing a winding path across his chest and over his abs, and then grabbed his rigid cock.

Skyler began thrusting his hips, simultaneously pumping his dick in my hand and stimulating mine as it slid up and down between his firm ass cheeks. His foreskin glided easily back and forth over the head of his cock as he fucked my hand. Since I’m circumcised and haven’t had that much experience with uncut guys, I am so turned on by the difference in the way it feels. Gripping Skyler’s big dick, I loved the contrast between the skin, which slid smoothly back and forth, and the rigidity of his cock. His huge cock seemed to get even bigger as he thrust it in and out of my clenched fist.

Skyler turned to face me with a kiss. Our cocks rubbed against each other as he took the phone from my hand, turned off the camera, and dropped the phone to the carpet beneath us. He then grabbed both of our cocks laid them on top of one other, mine on top of his. He had to use two hands to reach around both of our big dicks, and he began to pull back and forth. The feeling of his cock as it pressed against my balls, and my dick head jabbing his groin, were incredibly erotic. He shifted his grip and positioned our cocks so they were touching head to head, and then began to slide his foreskin forward so it covered the head of my cock, too. As his foreskin enveloped my glans, we slowly rubbed the sensitive heads of our dicks together. It was an unbelievably arousing sensation, and an even sexier visual. Then he wrapped his fist around the point where they met, and began to slide his hand back and forth.

Skyler released our dicks, took my face in his hands, and gave me another deep kiss. His hands then slid to my shoulders and he began pressing down, guiding me to my knees, and I knew what he was instructing me to do. I was only too happy to oblige.

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