It was another yearning night; the hot sticky evening did nothing to quench my desire. There was one thing on my mind and I needed it bad. I needed it like a meth user needs to feel the rush when lighting up that devil's concoction. I needed it so bad I could feel my ass itching. The good thing was I knew exactly where to find it.
I dressed in my tightest jeans, the black ones that showed off my cock the best. If I was going to put myself out on display I wanted all the guys to see what I was packing. I wasn't sure if one cock would do it for me tonight. I slicked back my long light brown hair and waited for the cab I called minutes earlier. I knew I was going to get fucked so hard that driving would be a chore.
The bar I was heading to was dingy and just oozed raunchy sex. The actual acts never took place in Bears and Boys, the only gay bar in a five hundred mile radius, but everyone knew what they came there for, me being one of them. The three sleazy motels on the same block benefited from the club. Many a hookup ended in a romp at one of the three. On a Saturday night like this one it could be damned near impossible to get a room if you were too late and that is why I had the cabbie stop at the one closest to make sure I had a room for the night. Paying the greasy attendant I grabbed my key, room number 7, it was going to be a lucky night indeed.
I finally arrived at Bears and Boys and the shithole was really jumping. There were potential hookups all over the place and my cock strained in my tight black jeans at the thought of how the night was going to go. I went right to the bar and ordered a double Jack neat. The bourbon washed down into my stomach as I emptied the glass, the fiery burn a welcomed feeling. Ordering another double I leaned against the bar with my hips thrust out forward showing everyone what I had to offer.
As I sipped on my drink I was approached by the only woman in the place. It kinda set me back for a second.
"I just wanted to say you are the hottest thing in this place!" She said to me and I thanked her for the compliment. Then I asked her what the heck she was doing in a gay bar.
"Well me and my husband are porn producers and we are always looking for the next big star for a gay movie line. And by the looks you could be it! So are you camera shy or would you like to give it a go?" The woman really had me intrigued and when she told me how much money I could possible make I was all for it. She told me they had a place booked for shooting to take place in two weeks time and handed me her card and wrote the address of where they were going to film on it. On the card was also the doctor they used to test for disease and she wanted me there early in the morning to get tested so they could get the results back in time. She also gave me five hundred dollars! "Just be sure to go home and get some rest, you are gonna need it!"
I left that moment a little disappointed I wasn't going to get some action that night but I knew I was guaranteed to have my itch scratched shortly and the thirty five bucks I shelled out for the dirty motel was not even a worry now that I had half a grand sitting in my wallet. So I called a cab and went home.
I woke up early in the morning of the big day and called the number on Julie's card and she told me it was definitely on at the address she gave me then asked me if I was well rested. I don't know why she kept asking me this but I didn't really care. I considered myself as capable as any slut out there; I would give them everything I had to give.
