Chapter 1
The house in an upscale Phoenix neighborhood looked impressive from the outside. A two-storied rock façade mini-mansion set back from the street. It looked like all the houses in the neighborhood, including the large iron gates to keep out snoopy people and the police. Not that there was anything really illegal going on in the house, but the pool parties could sometimes get out of hand with neighbors calling the police.
Jeff looked at the address on his phone from the email he had received. It matched the curbside address. This had to be it. Although, Jeff wasn't sure what he expected from the ad he had answered online. He was getting desperate for a decent job, but he had no skills to speak of. Jeff had been working in the mailroom at an insurance company for $12 an hour when he spotted the ad while surfing his favorite porn sites.
BIG $$$ for talented BTM with famous porn studio. Must be 18 or older. Test clean for STDs. No experience. Email headshot and resume to brobater@jizzjammers.xxx
When he replied to the email, Jeff was a little stoned and little drunk and didn't know that BTM stood for bottom. He was a little naïve about such terms and unaware that he was applying for a job as a model in gay porn. It wasn't that he hadn't seen gay porn on his laptop, but it was something he skipped over on his way to the horny chicks being raw dogged. Not that Jeff averse to gay sex. It was just that he hadn't considered it an option. He accepted his role as a straight male.
However, Jeff already had a world of experience in his love life. He was divorced with a kid and had a girlfriend. Back in the day, Jeff was a flirt with the chicks and a hero to his bros. At 5'9" and 165 pounds, Jeff was muscular and good at sports. He was also hung which made him a hit with the babes and Jeff wasn't shy about showing off his talents at fucking. He was a red-blooded all-American guy with innocent looks and a rocking bod. His job at the insurance company didn't pay enough to keep a roof over his head and pay child support. Jeff needed a new gig, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
From the gates of the big house, Jeff punched in the gate code that had been sent in the email setting up his appointment. The Lamborghini in the drive meant that somebody here was making money. Nervously, Jeff rang the bell at the front doors and was greeted by a tall blonde babe wearing only a string bikini, showing off her large fake tits. Hot damn, Jeff was about to score big time, or so he thought at the time.
"I'm Jeff Newkirk. I have an appointment with Mr. Metz."
The hot blonde led him into the house and past the living room where a production was being videoed. Jeff stopped in his tracks to see the chick being spit roasted by two muscle dudes. Fuck, the scene was getting him hard. They continued to walk past the grand staircase to a library.
"Hey boss, this is Jeff Newkirk, right on time," she said and turned on her whore heels and left.
"Come in Mr. Newkirk," Leo Metz said as he sat behind a large oak desk. "I like what I see. The picture you sent doesn't do you justice."
"Thanks, I do alright with the chicks," Jeff said with a smile.
"Chicks? You do know that this job is for a gay model, right? It was clear in the ad that I was looking for someone to bottom," Metz said.
Jeff smiled and pretended that he hadn't misunderstood. "Bottom?" Jeff asked.
"You know, take it up the ass, butt fuck, anal," Metz answered.
"Oh sure, yeah, no, I totally knew that. I was just being stupid. I thought, maybe, with what I saw in the living room, you were looking for someone who could be, you know, flexible. I didn't want to miss an opportunity because I could totally fuck a chick on camera if that's what you're looking for."
Leo Metz was a short, fat man, balding, wearing rose-tinted wire-rim glasses and an expensive suit. "Tell me, Jeff, have you ever made it with a dude?"
"You mean like gay sex. No. Well, there was this one time when a buddy and I jacked each other off. It was no big deal."
"You're not gay then?" Metz asked.
"I didn't say that, but, I didn't not say that." Jeff was trying to keep his options open. He needed a job that paid better than being a desk jockey. "I'm open for anything I guess is what I'm saying."
"You'd be willing to take a big hard dick up that muscled butt of yours?" Metz was sitting back smiling making the guy blush.
"I mean, sure, yeah. It doesn't hurt does it?"
"How the hell should I know, I'm not gay. I just make these videos for money. My production company does straight and gay videos. Two markets. More money. Understand? Now, get undressed and let's see the goods."
While Jeff was folding his dress slacks, yellow tie, and blue button-down shirt in a neat pile on a chair. Metz was on the phone asking his bikini-clad receptionist to get Chaz Bronson to come to the library. Chaz was one of Jizz Jammers top performers and was the person on whom Metz relied on to hire new male performers.
"Off with the tighty whities," Metz urged. Jeff dropped his briefs and stepped out of them, his hands folded over his junk. Chaz entered the room and gave a wolf whistle to what he saw standing before him.
Jeff's cheeks were blushing as he saw Chaz checking him out like a piece of meat in the deli.
"Nice, real nice, Leo. The guys got a fresh face, sort of that boy-next-door look. Raise your arms to the sides and let me get a look at your package," Chaz ordered.
Jeff did as instructed. He felt Chaz fondling his nuts, making his fat dick begin to swell. It was clear that Jeff was a grower, not a shower. It was a relief that he was getting a bone from Chaz playing with his dick. Jeff wasn't averse to having his junk manhandled. He was soon sporting a nice hard bone. Jeff was uncut with a 7-inch cock when it was hard. His dick was thick and straight, and Chaz pulled it down and released it to see it slap against Jeff's tight abs. His pecs were muscled and well-proportioned with nice brown nipples. His ass, arms, and legs showed that he worked out regularly.
"Trim the pubs and shave the balls. That'll make it look bigger and cleaner for the camera to video. Now bend over and spread your cheeks."
It felt a little vulnerable in that position, but Jeff was getting used to having another guy touch him in his most intimate places. In fact, he was beginning to enjoy the attention he was getting, especially when Chaz used descriptors like hot and sexy.
"Lose the hair in your ass crack, it will make you look more virginal," Chaz continued. "Are you a squirter or a dribbler?"
"More of a squirter I guess. I cum a lot and can do it several times a day."
"Awesome," Chaz said with a big grin. "Let's see it."
"Huh?"
"Jack off. I want to see you blast out your load."
"Okay." Jeff sounded a little unsure if could actually do it now that he had bragged about it. He took his hard cock in hand and began pumping his fist up and down. "Lube?" he asked.
