There was dried cum on the keyboard. It was old, and flaking now, but was evidence of the pleasure Brian had given himself last night. Mindy had called and said she wouldn't be coming home anytime soon. Her trip this time had been extended, evidence that her dreams were quickly becoming a reality.
It was going to take longer for Brian. He had to first establish himself as a gay porn star and he knew he was failing miserably at that. He was still the faceless gay for pay jock. He needed to become a well-recognized muscle or dom. He didn't really care which but he didn't know how to get there.
What he did know was he still felt guilty for not repaying the favor and helping Riley get off. He had spent the whole night watching Riley with an assortment of on screen lovers. None had made even so much as offered to return the favor. Some fucked his mouth, most just enjoyed his hands and a few enjoyed filling him.
If Riley had gotten off it was only because he enjoyed serving and not because the co-star had done something to give him pleasure. He wanted to give him pleasure because Riley deserved. He coaxed each one of those jocks into a pleasureful paycheck and they likely didn't even thank him.
He knew he should be looking at the bigger named stars, or even looking at the popular muscles on the site so he could buddy up to them. That would have been the smart choice for his career but instead his thoughts had been consumed by Riley.
He wanted to feel the silky black hair slipping through his fingers, those lips around his cock again. He wanted to hear Riley taunt him again and call him a bitch. Somehow the way Riley read him had been right on. He liked being taunted, liked the idea of something new and exciting.
Riley had broken down some of the taboo of having sex with a guy and he owed Riley everything. Brian wasn't single and yet here he was ready to hope his highschool sweetheart stayed a distance away.
He reached over the span of the coffee table to pick up a stale night before slice of pizza. The cheese had that rubbery crumbly texture when it had been stringy and wonderful last night. A few pieces of folded in half cold pizza, and a shower and then he would go to the studio and try to find a way to bump into Riley.
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Jay Styles, room 2. It was all the email with the day's assignments said. He knew it would probably be another vanilla scene with a guy who claimed to be strait so that the viewer could live out his fantasies of fucking the popular high school jock that never gave them the time of day.
He really hated the strait to gay stuff sometimes, it just became so repetitive. One way or another he would have to coax the jock into fucking him so that the jock could finish and then he could walk away used and ready to finish himself. There wasn't any costume for him so he knew that meant his current skinny jeans and T-shirt were fine. No one was really watching him anyway.
Riley looked at room two. He knew it well. Most of the new guys and one time guys would come to this room talking about how they had never been with a guy before and then Riley would walk in and the camera guy would instruct the strait guy and Riley would wiggle and do his best to make the jock hard. He knew this likely meant he was filming for the sister site.
He entered the room walking in on the interview. The guy was talking about his glory days playing college football and how the locker room had always made him curious. Riley rolled his eyes. How typical, why did the strait ones always seem to like doing it in the locker-room. Jay was good looking enough, just like any other gay for pay.
Riley knew this meant he wouldn't be getting off. The interviewer took notice of him and asked a few more basic questions before whistling for Riley to join Jay on the couch.
Jay was instructed to remove his pants and shirt as Riley did the same thing, while walking onto the set. He allowed the camera a little show as he stripped for the viewing pleasure of whoever would manage to click on this.
He of course knew it wouldn't be on of the most viewed as it was just another static gay for pay but it did pay the bills. "Touch yourself." He purred to the bulky male now in nothing but plaid boxers.
He watched Jay rub himself through the cloth and did the same before fishing out his smaller cock. He never felt intimidated by the bigger guys, in all honesty he pitied them. They didn't know what they enjoyed and they would likely chalk this up to desperation and never come back to revisit the pleasure of being with a guy.
Riley reached over and took the larger cock in his hand. It wasn't anything memorable and in all honesty neither was Jay. He would forget his face, name, and cock hours after the shoot. Instead his mind wandered thinking of how he would invite Tar to dinner.
Butterflies circled in his stomach. He thumbed the slit and right under the notch in Jay's red mushroomed head. He watched the preppy gay for pay jerk and close his eyes moaning.
"You like this don't you?" He whispered. Of course Jay liked it. His eyes were closed, and without sight it was easy to forget that a hand felt like a hand and a mouth felt like a hand. He wanted to scream for the jock to look at him, to think about the fact that he was in fact a guy.
Jay moaned again in response and lifted his hips so Riley could completely free his cock. Riley straddled the gay for pay lap, and kissed Jay whose eyes were clouded over with lust and only partially open. The stupid jock's hands just remained at his side as Riley took control of giving him pleasure. He kissed Jay, thinking of Tar, it was heated with a toasted taste of emotion.
He kissed down Jay's body leaving a trail of thoughts about Tar on the washboard abs, before enveloping the huge cock in his mouth. All he felt was the jock thrusting up into his mouth almost making him gag, but Riley was better than that.
He worked to put on a show and get the jock off, taking Jay deep into his throat. He held his breath as the cock forced down his throat and the gay for pay held his head to better use him. It didn't take long and another camera man filmed as he licked Jay's cock and balls clean.
The guy panted smiling as he patted Riley's head like he was a good dog. Finally, he was done and now all he needed to do was track down Tar, the one he really wanted to be with today.
His cock was aching in his pants. Yet again another egocentric jock had used him and smiled greatful that he had managed to make them cum. Another unspent orgasm swelled in his balls pushing painfully to get out.
It seemed to have a mind of its own, and it was angry with him. He would need to gently coax it out and he doubted that this time he would be lucky enough to run into Tar again. He would have to track Tar down later so he could ask him to dinner.
His balls filled with a denied orgasm and his thoughts full of the new guy in town joining him and his roommates for dinner, Riley didn't even notice the brick wall jock until he bumped into him. The wind was neary knocked out of the small twink but the unforgiving muscle barely registered the impact.
