I wake up and my head is pounding. I haven’t had a hangover in years. But Vince and I celebrated hard last night. It is always nice to get home. I’d love a nice fuck, but what I need right now is a glass of water and an Aleve. Which I do, plus piss, and stumble back into bed with Vince. And I get back to sleep.
And I feel a cock at my ass and Vince is lifting my eye shades up and he’s about half way in, ‘Wakie, Wakie, big guy. Time for Daddy to get him some’ and I push my ass out. How I love this. I feel Vince bottom out and I smell his body odor and he’s resting his body on me and he’s just in me. He’s a retired HOOKER. He knows how to fuck a dude. And he pumps a few times, testing the waters. And he pulls half out and flips me over and moves in for a morning kiss.
And my mouth is scummy and cruddy. At least my head isn’t pounding. But my ass is being. Pounded. And my cock is very happy and Vince squeezes some lube onto it. Our poor cleaning lady. She’s like, ‘What happened here?’, live EVERY time she gets here. See, technically, Vince and I are still in a honeymoon phase. And he is hot. And he is fucking me. And my cock's getting some fun on his abs. And they are tight. And he’s like looking into my eyes. And he starts some gibberish ‘Arabic’ prayer. “Salam sotoshie, camel, Allah, allah” and he’s smiling.
Yeah, I told him about the ‘pure and white anus’ thing and he fucking laughed his ass off. We were really stoned, but he laughed so hard he was crying. “They so just wanted to tap your ass dude. That’s too fucking funny” and we just drank beers and caught up. And I told him about Lazim's Arab Boy Trick. ABT. Hot!
I told him about Lazim, too, and he didn’t bat an eye. ‘You always fall for bid-dicked dudes. You are a pussy-boy and if he was tall, forgettaboutit’ and he just shakes his head.
“Glad you had a good time, man. But you are not fucking going back. You want to visit them, meet in London, NY or here” and I nod. I’ve had enough of sand for the moment.
And while I passed on the modeling gigs I was looking at before I left, the movie company was really interested in Vince for their football movie. “Um, Vince, see – I signed you up for a movie audition and we need to be there by like 2:00” and he stops, turns to me and says “Speak”. And I explained.
“Fucking-A, dude. That’s so fucking cool. I’ve always wanted to be a movie star!” and he gets up and fist pumps the air. “It’s just a casting call, Vince, pace yourself” and he turns to me and grabs his cock. I’m a retired hooker. You don’t think I can do what I need to do to get myself hired as a movie actor? And his dick is wobblie. And massive. And he is hot. And he looks like he could play football. And be goes out to the front hall. And comes back with his football. And he just palms it like a pro. “Dude, I’ve got this locked up”.
And we shower, eat some brunch and set out for the audition. It’s about 30 minutes away. He’s looking hot. He basically did what we did before going to Rave. I’ll call it ‘pimpin’ ourselves out.
So we get there. And the casting call is being performed at the local high school so the field can be used. And we walk to a desk and two guys look up and over us and hand us each a clipboard. We could have fucked either one of them right then and there if we had wanted to.
“Fill these out please” and we do. “Now please follow Peter here, he’ll take you where you need to be” and Peter, with too much cologne on, leads us to the locker room. “So there are cameras everywhere. You are to change into your uniforms and do what you would do if you were on a football team. Like football thing. They will have uniforms for you over there and they will weigh you and then suit you up and you will be taken outside for practice.” And Peter stops us in front of a camera. “Please look into the camera and give your name and you rnumber and he hands me a card #23 and Vince #38” and it’s kind of exciting. “Vincent Ferraro - #38” and he does the sexy shake of his head. “Ethan Cummings - #23” and I just smile.
See, the casting call was for Vince. I thought I’d read in the car. Looks like they are looking at me, too. And there are maybe 60 dudes in there, and a bunch of guys with cameras and a bunch of what look like directors. We are told to go over there and we are given football uniforms, cups, pads and cleats. And we go over to a set of lockers and start stripping down. And we’re chatting. “Just play it natural, E – chat like we are high-school buddies. And he has his foot up on a bench and his boxers on. I’m still stripping down. And Vince drops his boxers and a camera guys walks over to us and Vince turns casually looking over the room, waves at an imaginary friend, gives a head nod, too and then flips his jock on and arranges his cock to lay over his balls. The camera zooms in. Totally comfortable with being nude.
I do the same, and the camera focuses on me. Not gonna lie. HOT. And we put our pads on. Vince helps me, and tightens them and then I help him with his and we ham it up and put shirts on and grab our helmets and slap a few of our ‘buddies’ on the ass as we walk and talk out onto the field. Stopping first to get weighed.
Vince grabs a football and we start tossing it back and forth, while being filmed and waiting for the rest of the ‘team’.
And yes. Vince can FILL OUT a football uniform. His bulge is huge. And Aint gonna lie here either. So do I. Huh.
And I feel a cock at my ass and Vince is lifting my eye shades up and he’s about half way in, ‘Wakie, Wakie, big guy. Time for Daddy to get him some’ and I push my ass out. How I love this. I feel Vince bottom out and I smell his body odor and he’s resting his body on me and he’s just in me. He’s a retired HOOKER. He knows how to fuck a dude. And he pumps a few times, testing the waters. And he pulls half out and flips me over and moves in for a morning kiss.
And my mouth is scummy and cruddy. At least my head isn’t pounding. But my ass is being. Pounded. And my cock is very happy and Vince squeezes some lube onto it. Our poor cleaning lady. She’s like, ‘What happened here?’, live EVERY time she gets here. See, technically, Vince and I are still in a honeymoon phase. And he is hot. And he is fucking me. And my cock's getting some fun on his abs. And they are tight. And he’s like looking into my eyes. And he starts some gibberish ‘Arabic’ prayer. “Salam sotoshie, camel, Allah, allah” and he’s smiling.
Yeah, I told him about the ‘pure and white anus’ thing and he fucking laughed his ass off. We were really stoned, but he laughed so hard he was crying. “They so just wanted to tap your ass dude. That’s too fucking funny” and we just drank beers and caught up. And I told him about Lazim's Arab Boy Trick. ABT. Hot!
I told him about Lazim, too, and he didn’t bat an eye. ‘You always fall for bid-dicked dudes. You are a pussy-boy and if he was tall, forgettaboutit’ and he just shakes his head.
“Glad you had a good time, man. But you are not fucking going back. You want to visit them, meet in London, NY or here” and I nod. I’ve had enough of sand for the moment.
And while I passed on the modeling gigs I was looking at before I left, the movie company was really interested in Vince for their football movie. “Um, Vince, see – I signed you up for a movie audition and we need to be there by like 2:00” and he stops, turns to me and says “Speak”. And I explained.
“Fucking-A, dude. That’s so fucking cool. I’ve always wanted to be a movie star!” and he gets up and fist pumps the air. “It’s just a casting call, Vince, pace yourself” and he turns to me and grabs his cock. I’m a retired hooker. You don’t think I can do what I need to do to get myself hired as a movie actor? And his dick is wobblie. And massive. And he is hot. And he looks like he could play football. And be goes out to the front hall. And comes back with his football. And he just palms it like a pro. “Dude, I’ve got this locked up”.
And we shower, eat some brunch and set out for the audition. It’s about 30 minutes away. He’s looking hot. He basically did what we did before going to Rave. I’ll call it ‘pimpin’ ourselves out.
So we get there. And the casting call is being performed at the local high school so the field can be used. And we walk to a desk and two guys look up and over us and hand us each a clipboard. We could have fucked either one of them right then and there if we had wanted to.
“Fill these out please” and we do. “Now please follow Peter here, he’ll take you where you need to be” and Peter, with too much cologne on, leads us to the locker room. “So there are cameras everywhere. You are to change into your uniforms and do what you would do if you were on a football team. Like football thing. They will have uniforms for you over there and they will weigh you and then suit you up and you will be taken outside for practice.” And Peter stops us in front of a camera. “Please look into the camera and give your name and you rnumber and he hands me a card #23 and Vince #38” and it’s kind of exciting. “Vincent Ferraro - #38” and he does the sexy shake of his head. “Ethan Cummings - #23” and I just smile.
See, the casting call was for Vince. I thought I’d read in the car. Looks like they are looking at me, too. And there are maybe 60 dudes in there, and a bunch of guys with cameras and a bunch of what look like directors. We are told to go over there and we are given football uniforms, cups, pads and cleats. And we go over to a set of lockers and start stripping down. And we’re chatting. “Just play it natural, E – chat like we are high-school buddies. And he has his foot up on a bench and his boxers on. I’m still stripping down. And Vince drops his boxers and a camera guys walks over to us and Vince turns casually looking over the room, waves at an imaginary friend, gives a head nod, too and then flips his jock on and arranges his cock to lay over his balls. The camera zooms in. Totally comfortable with being nude.
I do the same, and the camera focuses on me. Not gonna lie. HOT. And we put our pads on. Vince helps me, and tightens them and then I help him with his and we ham it up and put shirts on and grab our helmets and slap a few of our ‘buddies’ on the ass as we walk and talk out onto the field. Stopping first to get weighed.
Vince grabs a football and we start tossing it back and forth, while being filmed and waiting for the rest of the ‘team’.
And yes. Vince can FILL OUT a football uniform. His bulge is huge. And Aint gonna lie here either. So do I. Huh.