I yawned and shot him an innocent look. “I just woke up. I knocked on his door and checked out at the pool,” I said. “And his bike is in the garage.”
“Maybe he went for a walk.”
“In those boots?” I wrinkled my nose. “I doubt it.”
“I don’t know. He was talking to Randy a few hours ago, and I haven’t seen him since.”
“Who’s Randy?”
“He’s the gaffer.”
“What’s that?”
“Electrician. It’s what we call them.”
“Oh.”
“His bike’s still here,” I said. “So at least he didn’t get mad and leave.”
“Not unless he got a ride somewhere.”
“He doesn’t ride in cars, remember?”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh. Yeah.”
“If you see him--”
“I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.”
The home we were in was massive and had many bedrooms that we weren’t using. Two of the upstairs rooms were used for production; housing the crew, their equipment, and much of the electrical wiring, switches, and sound equipment. Although I hadn’t looked in that particular area for Les, I felt no need to.
After scouring the house one more time and finding no clue as to where he was, I realized asking the production crew was the only option I had left.
I went upstairs, down the hallway, and walked up to the door. Beyond the walls, I heard at least two men whispering and laughing. I pressed my ear to the door.
“Holy shit. Now that is sucking a dick. Jesus. All the way to the balls. Look at that,” one of them said.
“I call that a face fucking,” the other said. “I had a girl in college that could take a cock down her throat like that.”
“I can’t believe--”
Half infuriated that they were sitting in their little production room watching old footage of me sucking Rhett’s cock, and half aggravated that I had sucked it in the first place, I pressed my shoulder to the door and shoved it open.
Three men – two who were sitting, and one who was standing – all shot me a surprised look at the same time.
The makeshift desk behind them was covered in sound equipment, wires, and switches. Above all of that were several monitors. On one of them – much to my surprise – Les stood with his pants around his ankles and his shirt on the floor beside him. Engrossed in the blowjob he was getting, his back was arched, his eyes were closed, and his cock was sliding back and forth past the lips of the person on their respective knees in front of him.
In complete shock, I stared at the screen.
It didn’t get any easier to watch. I simply couldn’t believe my eyes. In a million years, I never would have guessed he’d be doing what he was doing with who he was doing it with. I felt betrayed.
Kind of.
Maybe inferior was a more accurate description.
Les began to buck his hips wildly, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. His eyes opened and he looked down. “Suck that cock, you submissive little bitch,” he growled.
I stared at the screen in disbelief.
Holy shit. That’s a damned good blowjob.
Yes. I felt inferior.
I shifted my attention from the screen to the three men. With wide eyes and open mouths, they stared back at me for a split-second.
“Shut down screen seven,” the one who was standing said.
“Leave it on,” I said.
“Shut it down,” he repeated.
“Leave it on.” I pulled the door closed behind me. “I want to watch.”
“Seriously?” the one closest to the door asked.
“Yeah.” I motioned toward the screen and wedged my way between the two men who were seated. “Leave it on.”
“You really want to watch it?”
I shrugged. “While he’s doing this, I got nothing better to do.”
I felt guilty for a second, but only a really short second. After all, it was a set for a reality show, and for Les to think for one minute that each and every room wasn’t being watched by the film crew would be foolish.
And, what I was seeing was a huge dose of reality.
I fixed my eyes on the screen. Les pulled his cock free and began to stroke it with his hand. “I’m going to come all over your face.”
“Oh God. Please.”
“Not now,” Les said. “Only after I fuck that tight little ass of yours. Bend over the bed, bitch.”
“You’re finally going to give it to me?”
“I told you earlier I was going to fuck that ass, and now I’m going to. While she’s sleeping.”
Les’ thick cock was as hard as a rock. Clenched tight in his fist, it looked impressive, and every bit of eight inches long.
I glanced at my wrist, and then back at the screen.
Les had a very pretty cock.
“So, you didn’t know?” the man on my left asked.
With my eyes still glued to the screen, I shook my head. “No clue.”
“None?” the man behind me asked. “I mean; you didn’t even wonder?”
“Not a clue.”
Although I felt slight guilt for it, I was really turned on from watching. Uncomfortably wet, horny, and still feeling slightly inferior, I watched as Les slid a condom over his throbbing cock and began to bark out orders.
“Spread that ass wide, bitch.”
Compliance came quickly.
Without much warning, Les began to shove himself into the tight ass that he’d apparently been yearning to fuck since the day he arrived.
“Dear God. He’s going to rip the gaffer’s ass to pieces,” the man behind me whispered. “He’s hung like a mule.”
Muffled groans filled the production room. Les placed his hands on his waist as if he were posing for a scene in a porn movie, and then began to work his hips back and forth rhythmically. From the perfectly shaped tip of his thick cock to his shaved balls, he made sure every inch of his manhood was being used.
I couldn’t pry my eyes away from the action. While Les continued to own the ass he was fucking, I crossed my legs and stared at the screen.
“Take it all, you cunt,” Les growled.
“Cunt,” the man on my left said with a laugh. “I like that.”
Les continued like a man truly possessed. It seemed he was far from done, and as much as I wanted to watch until the climax, I needed a little relief.
“Alright.” I pushed myself away from the workbench. “I’m out of here. But the next time this happens, someone better come get me.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m dead serious.”
The man who was standing shrugged. “Okay.”
Still in slight shock, but turned on so much that I couldn’t go another moment without pleasing myself, I reluctantly turned toward the door and quietly left the room.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Randy was openly gay, and not only comfortable with any and everyone knowing it, he was extremely proud of his sexuality. Rubbing a homophobe’s nose in it, according to him, was a dream come true.
Les was simply Les. He was bold, brash, and in-your-face. Agreeing to the suggestion I made didn’t come quickly, but after Randy approved of my idea, Les immediately followed.
I stood in the corner of the four-car garage and tried to be invisible. All but hidden from view of everyone who was present, I felt a like a pervert. The one thing that kept me from leaving was knowing that I had played a big part in organizing the scene. It satisfied me greatly knowing that although I knew the scene was choreographed, Kelli would have no idea.
Or at least I hoped she wouldn’t.
Dressed in his typical attire of jeans, boots, and a wife beater, Les opened the saddle bag of his motorcycle and pulled out the tool kit. As he fumbled to remove the tools from the leather pouch, Randy nonchalantly walked alongside him.
Wearing khakis, a fitted black tee shirt, and sneakers, Randy looked cute. His leather tool belt hung low on h
is hip, and discounted his boyish looks somewhat. His outfit – and the pair of pliers he held in his hand – made him appear to be a construction worker, which I found to be hot.
His southern California tan and athletic body made him seem more likely to be a model than Les.
The thought of it all was making me uncomfortably horny.
“Something wrong with the bike?” Randy asked.
Les stood. “Nope, just making some adjustments.”
“Nice bike.”
Les gave a slight nod. “Thanks.”
“So, what do you think about the girl, Lou?”
“She’s nice.” Les shifted his attention from the tool kit to Randy. “She’s got a great attitude, and a lot of spunk.”
“Cute, too,” Randy said.
Les shrugged. “Yeah, she’s cute.”
Randy turned to face Les, rested his thumbs on his tool belt, and looked him up and down. “Do you feel out of place?”
Les narrowed his gaze slightly. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I just got the feeling you felt like…”
“A little, I suppose.”
“So, why are you here? Really?”
“Trying to get another modeling gig.”
Randy’s eyes lit up. “You model?”
“As much as I can.” Les place the tools on the seat of the motorcycle. “I thought this might get me noticed.”
Randy glanced over each shoulder and then locked eyes with Les. “So, are you--”
Les grinned. “Yeah, I am.”
“You know what I was going to ask?”
“Pretty sure.”
Randy studied Les for a moment, and then met his gaze. “You’re gay?”
“I am.”
“Wow.” He shook his head, and then grinned a shallow grin. “I wondered. I’m guessing you knew I was, too?”
Les chuckled. “Why do you think I’m out here fucking around in the garage?”
“I don’t know, why?”
“I saw you in the drive I thought maybe you’d come in here.”
Randy cocked an eyebrow. “And, if I did?”
Bobby moved toward the corner opposite of me, all the while keeping the camera trained on Les.
Les stepped around Randy, walked to the opposite wall, and pressed the button to shut the garage door. He then turned around and began walking toward Randy. As the garage door slowly closed, he continued his confident approach, and Randy’s eyes eagerly followed. As he stepped around him, he hesitated, all but brushing his chest against him as he passed by.
A sigh escaped Randy’s lips. Choreographed, or not, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
Oh my God. This is so good.
Standing directly in front of him, Les turned to face Randy. After a short study, he raised his hand to Randy’s cheek. Without warning, or a spoken word, the two men embraced in a kiss.
A really, really hot kiss.
I never would have thought watching two men make out would be such a turn on. But it was. Les twisted his body as they kissed, lowered Randy to the seat of the motorcycle, and broke their embrace. Now seated on the motorcycle sideways – and facing Les – Randy looked up at him with eyes that were filled with desire.
With his eyes fixed on Randy, Les unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. His thick cock sprung free of its denim confines, and Randy’s eyes fell to it as soon as it did. The pliers he still held dropped to the floor.
Cautiously, he reached for Les’ cock, appearing to be seeking approval as he did so. Les’ consent was apparent as he guided his throbbing shaft into Randy’s willing mouth.
Oh my God.
Witnessing everything in person was so much better than watching it on the monitor. As Randy slowly took Les’ cock deep into his throat, my face went flush and my pussy began to tingle uncontrollably.
I glanced at Bobby, and then back at the action. Les’ hips gyrated as he worked his cock in and out of Randy’s very talented mouth. After a few balls-deep thrusts, Randy leaned back, pulled his mouth free, and grinned a mischievous smile.
Les looked down and smiled in return.
Randy wedged his face between Les’ thighs, and carefully wrapped his lips around Les’ cleanly shaved balls. As he sucked the scrotum he slowly stroked his glistening cock with his free hand.
In clear appreciation, Les closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
Randy continued to lick and suck Les’ balls with a simple grace that I began to wish I possessed. It not only appeared that he loved doing it, but it was undisputed that Les loved it equally.
Ten minutes of watching the men, and my pussy felt as if it were on fire. The ball sucking and stroking of Les’ cock quickly proved to be just too much for me. Although I considered rushing to my room and fingering myself into a frenzy, I couldn’t pry myself away from the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to watch the two men go at it in the garage.
Les’ breathing began to become irregular, and it appeared he was a stroke or two from climax. Randy’s pace of stroking Les’ cock continued as he licked and sucked the balls with care.
Les opened his eyes and looked down.
He inhaled a choppy breath.
No, don’t come. I want more.
Please.
My pussy ached.
Les placed his hand on Randy’s forehead, suggesting, I suppose, that Randy accept his soon to come offering. Randy complied, releasing Les’ balls from his mouth. He encompassed the tip of the cock with his lips, then swallowed it entirely, twice. After pulling his mouth free, he began to stroke it with passion, all the while pointing the tip toward his open mouth.
It was too much for Les. And, for me, for that matter. Les erupted into Randy’s mouth, shooting three large streams of cum as he bellowed his pleasure into the garage.
In an attempt to make myself comfortable, I twisted my hips back and forth, hoping to find a position that made me feel…
Less horny.
Nothing helped.
As Randy licked the tip of Les’ cock clean, I turned toward Bobby and quickly rushed in his direction.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I stepped around him and opened the door leading into the house. “I’ve got something I have to take care of.”
Our plan to give Kelli something completely unexpected left me with a pent up sexual desire unlike anything I had ever felt.
I had no idea where the show was going to go from here, but wherever it went would never match what happened in the garage that day.
Or so I thought.
CHAPTER TWENTY
On camera, I had gone in the house and left the two men outside by the pool. Off camera?
Off camera I was trying not to drool.
A man’s sexual desire is made known by the rigidity of his cock. If a man is turned on, his dick reacts, and hiding it is often difficult.
As I sat on the far side of the pool and watched Randy and Les sucking each other’s cocks, I was grateful that women didn’t possess a similar tell-tale sign to indicate their sexual interest. Instead of a hard-on, if a woman’s boobs, for instance, swelled when they were aroused? Mine would have gone from a nice “C” cup to a double “J”.
The mood had gone from passionate and playful to something that would need editing to be aired on any cable channel, and in unedited form might challenge the most graphic scene ever produced by the porn industry.
Positioned on the lounge chair where I was sitting earlier, Randy was on his back. On his hands and knees, Les was positioned over him, with his head in Randy’s lap.
While Les’ perfectly sculpted ass gyrated up and down, he forced his cock in and out of Randy’s mouth. With Randy’s legs spread and his feet to the side of the lounge, his stiff cock was in full view – when it wasn’t down Les’ throat.
It was almost as if the two men were in a contest, seeing who could bring the other to climax first. If nothing else, it seemed that they were trying to impress each
other with their ability to suck a stiff dick. And, if that were the case, Randy was the clear winner.
As Les’ entire length continued to disappear in Randy’s mouth, I writhed in my seat. My pussy was soaked, my mind was in the gutter, and I desperately wanted to join the two men in their sexual adventure.
Visions of riding Les’ cock while I sucked Randy’s with vigor filled me. Although I had never participated in such an event – nor had I really given it much previous thought until lately – ridding my mind of such thoughts seemed impossible. I desperately needed to go in the house and distance myself from them, but I couldn’t pry myself away, and I knew it.
No differently than an alcoholic at the local pub, or a heroin addict at a methadone clinic, I found it difficult to resist the urge to fulfill my desire to join them.
After a few minutes of alternating glances between Les’ well-defined tattooed arms to his muscular ass, and then to the stiff cock he was sucking, I reached a point where I had to join them or act on my own.
Either that or I was going to burst into flames.
With my eyes glued on the dick sucking campaign, I reached between my legs and pulled my swimsuit to the side. My finger slid in with ease, but I was so turned on that it did little to satisfy me. While continuing to lust after the two thick cocks that were in front of me, I added another finger.
I slid my fingers in and out of my wetness as I watched the men. With my free hand, I began to rub my swollen nub, hoping to bring myself to a quick climax. After no more than a few seconds, I bit into my bottom lip to numb the feeling that began to fill me.
With my pussy filled with fingers, and my clit tingling from the massage it was receiving, I stared at the two men.
Les’ cock is so thick.
Randy’s head lifted from the fabric of the chair as he took Les’ entire length into his mouth. In response, Les’ back arched and his shoulders raised, forcing his balls against Randy’s lips.
Oh my God.
Every muscle in his well-sculpted tattooed body flared as he pressed his hips against Randy’s face. Watching his entire cock disappear into a mouth so willing – and able – to please was satisfying in itself, but Les frantically stroking Randy’s dick while he relished in the oral satisfaction he was receiving pushed me to the edge.