Straight Guy Enters Gay Porn

*All characters in this story are over the age of 18. no underage role-play appears in this story*

Andrew and I were making bank on our numerous scenes. We continued to only work solo or together, and the online chatter was ablaze with the story of us as a gay couple. We did another two interviews following our previous porn scenes and the distribution company was ready to green-light all the scenes we suggested. They even suggested a series of scenes that "followed" us throughout a weekend of our usual sex lives together. Mark was currently working on the logistics of this suggestion and Andrew and I were trying to go over the possibilities of the scenes.

One thing Andrew and I began doing was sending each other clips of other gay porn scenes that we thought we could incorporate into our scenes. We also began reading gay erotic stories and sending links to those as well, if we found something we thought would translate onto the screen. We made suggestions on anything from the initial build-up, dirty talk, different positions, locals, sexual acts, and money shots. One category that we were both intrigued to try was surreptitiously fooling around or actually fucking in a public setting or simulated public setting. We also talked about scenes where we would fool around and fuck as we were in a simulated family dinner. Neither of us thought that we should incorporate sex toys into our scenes, though we both agreed that having us share a double-ended dildo as we fucked ourselves ass-to-ass would be a great scene because we both agreed that keeping him as the dominant top would play best on scene.

Throughout the next week, we did my first BDSM revealing scene, a revealing scene of us in a hot tub, a revealing scene where we hiked through a park, and a few more couples scenes. As Mark was getting the details of my seduction series ready, we also discussed the series of scenes involving the BDSM master kidnapping us. We all agreed that this series should wait until after Andrew and I did several more porn scenes together, to drum up more money, enthusiasm, and anticipation for me to be in a scene with someone other than Andrew. But Mark had already found a porn star that would fit the bill.

Wayne was a 35-year-old with a bodybuilder physique and was very experienced in gay BDSM and domination scenes. Andrew and I saw pictures of him and watched a few of his scenes. We were sold on having him play the part of a gay kidnapper/BDSM master. He was built like a linebacker and nicely tanned. He was clean-shaven, had short black hair, hazel eyes, and very little body hair. We began corresponding with him about the series and he was responsive. He reviewed our shoots and porn scenes and said that he thought this series could be very hot. He told us that we should meet up to go over what equipment, restraints, and furniture we should use for the scenes. He had a fully stocked dungeon that he used for most of his scenes and said we could use that. The three of us began brainstorming about the scenes and we seemed to all be on the same page. Once Mark got the money squared away, we would be ready for it.

The day of the first and second parts of our seduction series had me attending an art gallery fundraiser with my girlfriend, as she tried to strum up support for her pieces. I was dressed in black dress pants and a black polo shirt. Though, my girlfriend and I had arrived together and I was there to offer her moral support, as soon as she saw an opportunity, she rushed off and began extolling her pieces to the art director and his guests. I began strolling around the gallery and looking at the different exhibits. I was not overly impressed or stimulated and it showed on my face.

Andrew then approached me with a warm grin and a certain swagger in his step. He was dressed in a dark suit, white button-up shirt, and black vest. The vest was unbuttoned. The shirt was only buttoned halfway and he wasn't wearing a tie. The look worked on him and gave him a devil-may-care look. He greeted me and asked if I was just browsing, had a few pieces in the exhibit, or if I was looking to buy. I shrugged sadly and pointed out my girlfriend, as I explained, "My girlfriend has a few pieces that she wants to exhibit next time. She's hoping to impress the director and a few other people. So I'm just exploring while she works her magic."

Andrew smiled slyly at me before placing his hand on my lower back and guiding me along, as he said, "Well if you like exploring, you have to see these pieces over here, sir. They are exquisite and thought-provoking."

I smiled at his sales pitch and his easy-going personality. I smiled as I allowed him to guide me as he introduced himself. I did the same and we soon found ourselves in an open room with paintings and prints professionally framed and displayed on every wall. With Andrew's hand still on my lower back, I spent some time at each piece, examining the complexity of the works. They were all intense works and very well done. I couldn't put my finger on it, but the pieces had an almost subliminal eroticism to them.

Andrew saw my curious expression and leaned next to my ear as he whispered, "You can feel it, can't you? You can't explain it, but there's something tickling the back of your mind that keeps screaming 'sex,' isn't there?"

I nodded slowly and didn't take my eyes off the print on the wall in front of me, even when Andrew slowly trailed his free hand along my thigh. He gently pushed me forward as he added, "Look in the center of the piece and tell me what you see."

I looked closely and finally gasped when I saw it, I leaned closer to Andrew so no one else could hear me as I whispered, "I swear that looks like an asshole in the center."

Andrew chuckled softly and then guided me back around the room, showing me the hidden gems in all of the pieces. All of the works had hard cocks or assholes hidden throughout. They were all subtlety done and you couldn't see them unless you really looked. I smiled and said, "I guess the artist has a very Giger-esque quality to their work."

Andrew blinked at me and replied, "Thank you. That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said about my work."

I blinked and turned to him as I asked, "These are all yours?"

He nodded and looked around before replying, "Yeah, I like seeing the reactions of people when they first see my work."

I nodded and looked again. I examined the piece in front of me and for some reason decided to show off by adding, "It's not as futuristic as Giger or as technology-driven, plus they all seem to have a darker medieval theme to them. They're all complex and emotional. I like them."

Andrew smiled and nodded, as he added, "Yes, I do prefer the Dark Ages art as opposed to futuristic. I'm not used to having my style broken down so well. Are you an art major?"

I shook my head and replied, "No, I just know what I like."

Andrew tightened his grip on my lower back as he slipped his other hand to trail along my inner thighs, as he whispered huskily, "I know what I like too."

I acted stunned and nervous at first, as I looked to see if anyone was watching us. Seeing no one, I turned back to Andrew as I softly argued, "I'm here with my girlfriend."

He smirked at my words, noting that I hadn't told him to stop, before whispering, "If you were my boyfriend, I show your sexy ass off to all of these blue-blooded art aficionados. I certainly wouldn't let you wander off alone. There's no telling what could happen to a smart and sexy young man like yourself if you were to be left alone in a sea of strangers."

Andrew had begun sliding his hand from the small of my back and was now gripping and groping my ass cheeks through my pants. He then slowly trailed his other hand to my crotch. He squeezed my hard cock and balls through my pants, eliciting a whimper from me, before I argued half-heartedly, "I'm not gay."

Andrew gently bit my earlobe and purred, "Then why is your cock hard after staring at images of my cock and asshole? I think you're more than a little excited."

I gasped again as Andrew slowly unzipped my pants and snaked his hand to massage and stroke my hard cock. I whimpered slightly as he snaked his other hand down the back of my pants and began teasing my asshole with a finger. Desperately needing to distract him, I questioned in a stuttering tone, "The cocks and assholes in your pieces are all you?"

He nodded against my neck and whispered huskily into my ear, "That's right. I take high-resolution shots of my hard cock and asshole, then use them in my works And every time one of these uptight snobs buys one of my pieces, I get a hard-on knowing that my hard cock or asshole is on display in their fancy-pants mansion."

I could only nod slightly and reply with a weak, "Yeah," as he continued to feel me up. I was so far gone that I couldn't even begin to care if anyone saw us. He was working my hard cock and asshole in sync and driving me wild. He turned his head and indicated the print in front of us, as he said, "Will you just look at that puckered asshole. Doesn't it just scream at you to kiss it? I bet your asshole looks even sexier than mine. Your bubble butt looks so sexy and fuckable in these pants, and I bet it'd look even better naked and on display. What do you think, would you like to have your asshole kissed and fucked?"

I went up on my tiptoes, as Andrew began rubbing my cock head with his thumb, stroking my shaft, and gently fingering my asshole. I tried to respond or even think clearly, but all I could do was stutter out, "I...I...I'm..."

Andrew chucked at my reaction and soothingly replied, "Don't worry, babe. I don't mean right now. If I had the chance to strip you naked and feast on your sexy body, before fucking you senseless, I would need plenty of space and at least some privacy to give you the amazing fucking that you deserve. For now, why don't you just keep staring at my asshole while I show you why your frigid bitch of a girlfriend doesn't deserve you."

I moaned softly and clung to him for support, as my body was being bombarded with pleasure. He smirked at my reaction and focused on driving me crazy, as I tried to keep my moans and whimpers from growing louder. I then gasped and my body stiffened as my orgasm began to crest. As my mouth opened wider, Andrew captured my lips and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. He softened the cry of ecstasy as my orgasm shot through me.

I shook against his body and gasped into the kiss, as I tried to relax after the mind-blowing orgasm. Andrew chuckled into the kiss and slowly pulled back, as he began pulling his hands out of my pants. I appeared out of breath and weak in the knees, as Andrew displayed his cum smeared hand. He held my gaze and smiled seductively, as he brought his fingers to his lips and slowly licked turn clean, moaning in pleasure as he did.

He then held me against his body, as he helped me rebutton my pants and get myself together. He then grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me flush against his body, making me gasp in surprise. He kissed me passionately again and ground his hard cock against my crotch, as he moaned in pleasure. I whimpered softly and felt myself melting into the kiss, as any argument left my body. I moaned and slowly trailed my hands around his body until he broke the kiss. He smirked at my gasping expression and offered, "When you get tired of being treated like shit by your girlfriend, come find me or maybe I'll find you and we can both cum."

He chuckled at his own joke before walking away. I stood there blinking and thinking about what had just happened until I finally felt steady enough to walk to the bathroom. I then straightened myself in the mirror and cleaned myself up. After that, I went to find my girlfriend and discovered that she was not in the best of moods. She had apparently been unsuccessful in her attempts to impress anyone and was now pouting. I tried to ease her mind, but she was having none of that.

As we went to leave, I caught sight of Andrew winking at me and I had to look around to make sure no one rose saw. He smirked at my reaction and nodded knowingly at me, as I left. With that, the scene was over and we quickly transitioned to the next location, which was actually the same building but had a different layout and accommodations. This time the scene would play out in much the same way but at a different art gallery. We all changed clothes and this time I chose khaki pants and a white button-up shirt, while Andrew went with black jeans and a black polo shirt.

On the scene started, my girlfriend and I were standing with a crowd of well-dressed people, all talking about the changes in art throughout the centuries. My girlfriend was practically lost and kept trying to bring the conversation back to her preferred art style, which she referred to as "post-modern observationism." I had tried to counsel her against referring to her work in that way, but she refused to listen to me and believed she could start her own movement, despite her work being boring and her refusal to learn more about art.

I was able to discuss the Egyptian, Greek, and Roman artists with the rest of the group at length and was actually enjoying the conversation. My eyes were soon drawn to Andrew as he entered the room across from me. He saw me and smiled warmly at me before his smile turned predatory when he saw my girlfriend with me. I felt my heart sink as he walked around the group and settled by my side, opposite my girlfriend. He joined the conversation with ease and I began to relax until I felt his hand slowly trailing across my ass cheeks. I tried not to react and carry on the conversation but found it difficult to concentrate on art with Andrew's teasing, my girlfriend acting like a petulant child, and my quickly hardening cock.

Andrew then subtly steered the conversation toward sexuality in art, as he trailed a finger between my ass cheeks through my pants. The conversation was interesting but I found it difficult to concentrate because of his constant teasing. At one point he was lamenting the numerous desecrations of masterpieces by the Catholic Church by covering up or breaking off any penises in paintings or statues. As he described seeing the castrated statues in Rome, he was slowly teasing my asshole through my pants with his finger.

Andrew went on to describe taking influence from classical artists who had to hide sexuality in their works thereby making it difficult to be accused of lust. He lamented this fact because he said lust was his favorite of the seven sins, which got him a laugh from everyone. As the group began to disband, Andrew stayed next to me, as a few others added their opinions on sexuality in art. My girlfriend was clearly bored and wanted to leave, but didn't want to seem uncultured so she tried to stay in the conversation.

By this point, I was arguing that the supposed shock value of a naked statue or painting today wasn't the same as it used to be. I pointed out the ancient athletic competitions in Greece and even Rome being carried out completely naked. I argued that artists could hardly be criticized for painting and sculpting scenes as they were based on our current views of decorum and modesty. Andrew agreed and pointed out the growing number of artists willing to showcase and celebrate the beauty of the naked form. I agreed but drew the distinction between showing the beauty of the naked form as they did hundreds of years ago and the growing number of artists who used subtle tactics to hide things inside their art and the shock value of some of the more pornographic artists.

Andrew grinned wolfishly at me as he added, "Sometimes subtle tactics can be used to showcase beauty as well. I have used subtle tactics in my own pieces and I've been told that it adds a complex and emotional feeling to my works."

I smiled wryly as he quoted my description of his work, as I added, "If done correctly, subtle tactics can add an almost subliminal theme to the art. It's rare to find an artist who is talented enough to pull it off, though."

The rest of the group laughed nervously, thinking that I was questioning his ability. But Andrew smirked at my compliment, knowing how his work had affected me. As the conversation continued, my girlfriend became more bored and less capable of adding to the conversation. More than once she hinted at wanting to leave. She wouldn't say this out loud and wanted me to say something so she wouldn't seem like she wanted to leave. But I was having a good time and enjoying the conversation, so I barely noticed when she went to sulk on a nearby sofa.

Andrew and I continued to talk and he began to casually lead me around the gallery, pointing out different pieces as we went and explaining various details about works. I barely realized that we had moved into a secluded area until I found myself pushed against the wall and being kissed passionately. Andrew was moaning into the kiss, grinding his hard cock against my crotch, and gripping my ass cheeks. I stuttered and feebly attempted to push him off of me, but his persistent kissing, grinding, and groping had me submitting to his body. In no time I was moaning into the kiss and snaking my hands around his body, as I ground back into him.

Andrew moaned into the kiss, "I told you what would happen if we met up again, didn't I, baby?"

I nodded and moaned affirmatively into the kiss, before pleading, "But I didn't know that you'd be here. I'm just here with my girlfriend to help her get some exposure for her artwork."

Andrew snaked his hand between us and cupped my hard cock in my pants, making me whimper, before he replied, "Then tell me to stop, sexy. Tell me to stop kissing you, touching you, and feeling you up. Tell me any of that and I'll stop, baby."

I whimpered again as I felt him unzipping my pants and teasing my hard cock. I opened my mouth to rebuff him, but all that came out was a needful moan. Andrew grunted and gripped my hard cock and balls, before saying, "Unless you say otherwise, baby, I'm going to strip you down and fuck you. Then you can go back to that bitch of a girlfriend of yours. But you'll know who you want more, won't you, baby?"

I moaned and sighed against his neck as he continued to tease and toy with me. Finally, I whimpered out, "Yes."

Andrew practically growled at me, as he pulled back and smirked before declaring, "Mmm...I knew you'd make the right choice, babe."

He then tightened his grip on my cock and balls and began pulling me behind him as he walked towards a darkened hallway. He led me into a private bathroom with a large mirror over the sink. He then pushed me against the counter and attacked my mouth with his. We were both moaning into the kiss, as he began to strip off my clothes. I gasped as I felt my pants fall to the floor, before stepping out of them. He then dropped to his knees and engulfed my hard cock with one motion. I was already moaning loudly, as he so expertly worked my hard cock. I was leaning against the counter and clinging to anything I could reach for support.

He was stroking my shaft in sync with his bobbing mouth, while his other hand massaged my balls. I had never felt anyone work my cock with such enthusiasm or skill. I could already feel my orgasm approaching. Unsure of what to do or say, I warned in a soft moan, "I'm getting close."

Andrew then pulled his mouth off of my cock and looked up at me with a smirk on his face, as he planted a tender kiss on my cock head and asked, "Would you like to return the favor, sexy?"

I blinked in surprise, as I had never sucked a cock before, but I was willing to do anything to keep this going. I slowly nodded, "Yes," making him smile widely at me. He then kissed my cock head again, before standing up and pulling his shirt over his head. I watched in rapt attention as he slowly unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. I stared at his hard cock before reaching out and grasping it. I sighed softly as I slowly stroked his shaft. Andrew moaned in pleasure, put his hand on my shoulder, and gently guided me to my knees, as he said, "Trust me, babe, one taste of hard cock is all it takes. After this, you'll be hot for my hard cock."