Wayne was always a top. He had healthy donger and fit ass and was the more macho of the two of us. I guess that made me the `pretty one'. But I was and am no sissy bitch. I could take it, but I gave too. Never to Wayne though, much as I longed too. He was strictly no-entry.
Anyhow, as the years went by, we drifted apart and I hadn't seen him since said year `008. Then I get this odd message from him. He says he is still in contact with the porn company who did `our' movie. He worked as a camera man for them for a while. They were interested in doing something with us again.
Now, we're both in our early 40s. I couldn't imagine what this crowd wanted off us. Maybe Wayne who I of course hadn't seen in 15 years was still porn-star material, but I sure as hell wasn't. I'm slightly overweight, my jet black crop was becoming embarrassingly thin, so I have been shaving it clean off for a few years. I'm a lifelong smoker, so my face looks like an OS map when I smile. I'm not exactly a pretty boy anymore. And I don't really care much. I'm happy enough with my life now. But fuck it, I thought it'd be interesting to see what this porn crowd were about.
So I met up with Wayne. Years have not been overly kind to him either. I mean, I'm still into him. Still have that old desire for him, but he's a middle aged man like me now. He looks fine to me, but not porn quality. Not at all. Still, I was delighted to be with him again. He brought me into the studio and explained what it was about.
Apparently there's a popular new taste and demand for a type of porn called "twinks on top". It's where they take some grizzled older guys and out-of-shape former models and get some really cute new twink talent to dominate and fuck them. That's what this company wanted with Wayne and me. They didn't want to see us doing the wild thing together. In fact, they'd rather not see us at all, except that we take it up the ass from some fresh, lean young bucks.
