Early the next morning, Tyler leisurely jerked his six and a half inch cock that was out of his pajama pants as he watched mediocre gay porn on his computer. He could tell from the pained look on the bottom's face that he was gay for pay. He usually avoided scenes like this, but he was feeling too lazy to find another one. He heard a knock on his bedroom door. "Come on in, Dev!"
"Good morning. What do you want for breakf- wait. You are jerking off? And you invited me in anyway?" Dev looked at the monitor. "Oh, that bottom is not having a good time. Those 'Fuck yeahs' are not convincing at all. He must really want an XBox One badly."
"I wonder what it says about gay men that we like watching straight guys take it in the ass so they can buy video games," Tyler said while still fapping.
"Probably that we haven't outgrown the straight guy fantasies we had as teens. Anyway, want a hand?"
Tyler grinned as he got up. Dev sat down in the chair and Tyler sat on his lap. Dev groped his pecks and then moved down to his abs and happy trail. "Your workouts have been really paying off. Very swole." Dev made a face. "God, I can't believe I just said that word out loud. Tackle me if I say 'on fleek' next."
"Dev, you're a millenial. You can use slang and no one will side eye you for it. God, your cock is so hard," Tyler said as he ground his ass on Dev's crotch.
"Nope. No one wants to hear me say 'This root canal is lit AF. Isn't Dr. Shapur cool?' Now shut up so I can jerk you off," Dev ordered as he took his right hand and grabbed Tyler's lotion covered cock. "What a pretty dick."
Tyler moaned. He had always felt handjobs were underrated. The pleasure of another hand was so simple and intimate. "My dick isn't that big. You have a better looking one."
Dev kissed Tyler's neck. "Pffft. A cock doesn't need to be huge to be beautiful. And if everyone had a ten inch dick, bottoms everywhere would need donut pillows to sit on." Dev looked at porn playing on the monitor. The stars had now moved into pile driver position. "That top doesn't seem to be into either. Though I'd wager he's doing it for child support money and not for an XBox One. This is sad. Can't we just watch a Ryan Rose vid? Even the gifs of Jensen Ackles bending over I know you have saved on here would be better fap material than watching these two pretend they want to be fucking each other."
"Uhh. I'm almost there, so let's not bother. Jerk me faster," Tyler groaned out as Dev quickly acquiesced to his request. Dev's right hand was well lubed with lotion and pre-cum easing the faster jerking motion.
"Are you going to shoot for me? Cum for Daddy," Dev whispered into Tyler's ear. He thrust up to grind his cock into Tyler's pajama covered ass.
Dev calling himself daddy and dry humping him was too much for Tyler. Ropes of cum exploded out hitting the monitor and keyboard. The rest dribbled out onto Dev's hand.
"So what do want for breakfast? Spinach omelettes sound good?" Dev asked as he let go of Tyler's wilting cock.
"Yeah," Tyler panted out. "By the way, calling yourself Daddy is kind of creepy."
"Agreed, but it is also hot. Now get up so Daddy can make you breakfast."
***************
An hour and a half later, Tyler was reading magazines in Dev's waiting room. Nick Donovan's appointment was in about 30 minutes, so he expected him to be there any minute. Dev had offered to let Tyler use his Kindle, but the gay romance novels on there were lackluster to him. You could always tell when a woman was the author of a gay romance novel by the lack of rimjobs. Though the magazines laid out on the table were worse.
"Dev really needs better subscriptions. The articles in this one: 'I'm Having Alien Triplets!' 'I'm in a Polyamorous Relationship With Santa and Krampus!' 'My Husband Died Getting a Hickey from a Vampire!' Just trash," Tyler muttered as he threw the magazine back on the table. The receptionist Dolores shot a dirty look at Tyler. "What? Dolores, you know he needs better magazines. Though at least he has People and US Weekly."
Dolores sighed. "I've been trying to talk Dr. Shapur into getting Better Homes and Gardens and Vogue, but he thinks that's what people want to read while they wait."
20 seconds later, Nick Donovan strutted in and walked over to Dolores to sign in. He was dressed casually in jeans and a gray shirt. Tyler discreetly stared at his ass. You could bounce a quarter off it. Nick got the paperwork that all new patients need to fill out and sat two seats away from Tyler.
Tyler decided to play it cool. "Excuse me, sir, but you look a lot like Nick Donovan."
Nick smirked. "I get that a lot," he said not looking up from the paperwork.
"Sorry if I'm bothering you. The resemblance is just uncanny. Vigilante is one of my favorite shows. Wait. You are Nick Donovan," Tyler exclaimed.
Nick looked over at Tyler and smiled. "Caught me. Always great to meet a fan," Nick said putting the pen down on the clipboard and extending his hand to Tyler.
Tyler eagerly shook his hand. "I'm Tyler. I've been a fan since Werewolf Cove very early in your career."
"Really? The only good thing about that movie was my ass during the shower scene. Though I bet that's the reason you liked it so much," Nick said winking and looking Tyler up and down.
Tyler blushed. This was going better than he ever could have hoped. "Uh, yeah. That scene is why I own the DVD."
"Tyler, would you like to visit the set of Vigilante? We're doing night shoots tonight. You can come if you want. Though unfortunately I'm not filming a shower scene tonight, so you won't see me naked. At least not on set," Nick said grinning wolfishly.
This rich dick was really just falling into Tyler's lap with pretty much no effort. "Would I be allowed on set?"
"Tyler, I'm the star of the show and I started getting a producer credit this season. I can bring on anyone I like and I'd like to bring you and show you around. Now give me your phone, so I can put my number in."
Tyler handed over the phone as he curbed his desire to get up and start doing a "I'm going to get that dick and that money" twerk.
**************
A few hours later, Dev sat eating lunch at the mall food court with his dental hygienist Ashley, a black woman in her mid-20's and Tyler.
"So he just asked you to visit his set like a minute after meeting you? That sounds strange to me," Dev said and then took a bite of burrito.
"I guess he liked what he saw. And calm down. He's a celebrity, not a serial killer. I'm not going to end up the subject of an episode of Dateline. Though if I do, say nice things about me to Keith Morrison," Tyler said as he took a sip of water. He wasn't eating because he was hoping to get very lucky tonight. If it went well, he'd order a post anal victory pizza for Nick and him.
"Well, it won't be the first time Dev has talked to true crime producers. They had to get permission from him to shoot exteriors of his house for Killer Husbands. That episode was wild," Ashley said.
