I came into a small room furnished with a bed, some erotic pictures hanging on the wall, and a lone camera. A fifty something gent who makes movies for a living looked up from the swivel chair behind his desk.
On his desk there is a computer with a small stack of official looking papers.
"You're certainly a strikingly handsome man. I'll bet you can't wait to start shooting."
"I can't," I replied.
"There's a sofa in the next room. You'll be working with a costar for now."
I walked to another small room where a movie camera will point at me sitting on a tan fabric sofa. There is a dark-haired youthful dude dressed in black tank top and blue jeans shorts. He is sitting with his legs slightly parted.
For a few seconds I listen to an interview that it is entirely scripted. The young man in front of the camera introduces himself as Jarred and says that he is 22 years old. He says that he's into sports and cute men.
I sat on his right side and talked about myself
"My name is Stephen. I am also 22 years old and into sports and cute men."
On cue Jarred pulled his shirt off inviting me to caress his nicely developed pecs. He took down his shorts and briefs. On cue I went down putting my lips and tongue on his erect cock. MY lips soon slid down shaft taking perhaps half of it. While my head bobbed on his package he rubbed my shoulders gently. He expressed his delight with soft moans.
"Suck my cock baby."
Meanwhile the movie camera captured all of the action. I would learn later that the scene was being shot from different vantage points.
From the sofa we went to the mattress. My thighs straddle his rib cage as his fat dick penetrates my hole. I look down seeing the delight in his eyes as I ride him.
The entire movie lasted maybe ten minutes before the camera stopped.
By mid-morning the movie has been shot. I stopped by the desk on my way out to sign those official looking papers allowing its release and me to be paid.
I came back to my apartment shortly after 12 with some groceries which I put away immediately.
I didn't have much of an appetite just then so I decided to interiew potential roommates.
My door buzzed. There on the threshold stood a youthful hunk with light brown hair and blue eyes.
"I'm Keith. I came about your ad for a roommate."
"Come inside," I said.
We took seats facing each other across my dining table.
"Tell me about yourself. What do you do for work?"
"I work in IT."
Cool. I can have him make a web page for me.
