My Secret Desire

“Okay, cut!” I call out. “How’d that look?” I ask Daniel, my cameraman.

“Like a cock fucking an ass,” he replies, almost sounding bored. “C’mon, Sam. We’ve gotten this shot seven times already. We need to break for lunch anyway.”

Rolling my eyes, I take a look at the footage myself. Nodding in approval, I direct my attention to the studio. “That’s a wrap for lunch, everybody! You have half an hour!”

The crew rejoices at the notice of a break and head over to the craft table. While they’re all off feeding themselves, I take the extra time alone to go over what we’ve managed to get so far. A few closeups, some long takes, lots of expletives and moaning, the works. There will be plenty for the editors to work on later.

Stretching my arms above my head, I follow everyone’s lead and meager my way over for lunch. Thanks to the catering company we hired for the week, there’s plenty of options. Spying a single panko crusted chicken breast, I reach out for it, only to have it snatched away right before my very eyes.

Looking at the chicken thief in question, I suppress a groan at who I see. “Snooze you lose, Sam,” Vince says with a wink, adding the breast to his already filled to the brim plate and moving down the table.

Realizing he’s not worth the fight, I grab some pasta and a bit of salad instead before returning to my director’s chair. An echo of laughter meets my ears and I look over at the source, finding Vince at the center of it. It’s amazing how someone can have so much confidence despite the fact they’re wearing nothing but an open bathrobe.

Yeah, I’m a porn director. I’m not sure how I got here myself, but I guess film school can take you a lot of places. I’m 34 now, but I’ve been in this field for the better part of five years. After a series of failed job interviews and minimum wage jobs that were going nowhere fast, Daniel, who was actually an underclassman of mine at school, called me up.

He said the company he worked for was looking for some assistants. Seeing an opportunity, I jumped blindly. Little did I know was that I dove into the shallow end of a pool filled with lube and dildos. After a couple years of grunt work, I was given the offer of acting as a director’s assistant, before I finally got the chance to direct my own porn movie.

Now, Steel Rods 3 wasn’t exactly highbrow content, but it was mine, and it planted my feet in the ground of the porn industry. It even allowed me to open my own porn company a couple years back and things have been great ever since. Aphro Studios is my baby, my sex-crazed, condom-filled, cum-stained baby.

Taking a bite of my pasta, the laughter hits my ears again and I look over, finding Vince with one of the crew members in a headlock, Vince’s dick swinging with every motion. I roll my eyes and try to not let the noise distract me as I think over what the rest of the afternoon will be like.

In case you haven’t been able to tell, Vince is the star of the movie we’re filming: My Secret Desire. Vince’s full name is Vincent Masters, but he always tells people to call him Vince because, in his own words, ‘Vince is all you’ll manage to say before you get a face full of cock.’ Gag.

He’s been in the game for about eight years now, having been growing in popularity ever since. He’s even won performer of the year the last two years in a row at the Gay Adult Film Awards (there’s an award show for everything nowadays, isn’t there?). But ever since I started working with him last year, he’s been nothing but a pain in my ass.

Vince has a penchant for turning every situation, regardless of the severity, into a chance to make a joke or poke fun at something or someone. Not to mention he’s extremely overconfident, verging on cocky, and always has to have the last word. And yet somehow, people still flock to him.

Could be the movie star smile that’s always plastered on his face, the chiseled jaw constantly accented with a 5 o’clock shadow, the perfectly toned and muscled body from hours and hours at the gym and constant aerobic sexercise, or maybe there’s just a thing he has that I can’t figure out.

If Vince weren’t such a perfect actor for my movies, I’d never work with him again. He always seems to have some sort of reason for screwing around or messing around with me and it pisses me off at the best of times, infuriates me at the worst. Been like that since the day I met him.

Tossing my plate into a nearby trash can, I move over to the wall of monitors and review the footage we’ve gotten in the day so far. I’m so distracted, I don’t notice somebody walking up behind me. “Damn, you made by dick look bigger than it already is.”

The sudden voice causes me to jump, and I barely manage to catch myself before I tumble into the monitors. Reeling over my shoulder, I find Vince snickering to himself. “Guess I have that kind of effect on you, huh Sam?”

Hardening my gaze, I do my best to look intimidating to him, despite the fact that I’m a couple inches shorter than him. “Do you have any idea how much it would have cost to replace these monitors if you scared me into them? Even more than you’re earning for this film.”

“Oh, lighten up, it’s just a bit of fun.” He gives me a wink before making a show of closing and tightening his robe. “And good choice with the chicken breast. Really hit the spot.”

He walks over to where the other actors are milling around, leaving me seething. “Hurricane Vince strike again?” Daniel asks, polishing off a donut.

“I can’t stand him.”

“You make that very clear every day.”

“How does he not make you want to kick him in the shin?”

Daniel shrugs and claps the powdered sugar off his hands. “He’s pretty decent around me and the rest of the crew. He’s funny as all hell too, plus the other actors love working with him.”

Looking at the other actors in question, I see them being extra touchy-feely with Vince, one of them even batting his eyelashes a bit as he stares. “I think they more love performing with him,” I say, unimpressed.

“Anyway, he’s not as bad as you think he is. Maybe the fact that you only ever see him doing what he does best is clouding your judgment.”

“Or maybe he’s an entitled prick who takes what he wants and doesn’t face any repercussions for it? Maybe it’s because he’s been a thorn in my side ever since I started working with him? It could even be how he takes every chance to try and annoy and flirt with me despite the fact that I’ve told him time and time again I have the power to fire him?”

“Okay, you and I both know you’d never fire him. He’s too good to replace, so he knows you’re making an empty threat. Vince likes a challenge. You could have decided at some point that you’re his next one.”

Glancing back over to where Vince is, I see him looking directly at me, an easy smirk on his face. He gives me a quick wink that does more to my pants than I would like to admit. I bring my hand to my mouth and whistle across the studio. “Lunch is done in two minutes! Everyone who’s done, get back to where you’re supposed to be!”

Daniel and I move back to the camera and my chair respectively. Looking at the monitors one more time, I turn back to look at the set, only to find a naked torso blocking my field of vision. “Ready when you are, Sam,” Vince says, naked as the day he was born.

I give him a slow gaze from head to toe, silently hating that I do find him as attractive as everyone else does. “Vince, the set is fifteen feet behind you,” I tell him. “Your dick in my face is making things difficult for me.”

“Funny, I heard the same thing last weekend from one of my hookups.”

He chuckles to himself before turning toward where he’s actually supposed to be, his butt flexing with every step he takes. “You’re staring, dumbass,” Daniel says.

Snapping back to reality, I shake my head out and return to work. This is going to be a long day.

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Placing the dumbbell back on the rack, I take a seat on one of the open benches and wipe the sweat from my face. I’m glad we managed to wrap filming a couple days ago, so my job is now done. All I need to do is wait for the editors to do their thing and makes some adjustments with them, but the hard part is done.

But for me, work is never done. Even with this movie just about wrapped, I’m thinking about the next two or three films I want to make. And unfortunately, I can see Vince acting in all of them. Sighing to myself, I hop up from my bench and move over to one of the open bench presses across the room.

The gym is, surprisingly enough, one of the few places I use in order to get inspired for my movies. Not necessarily because I get to see a wide variety of guys and potentially erotic situations, but more that the burn of a workout makes my brain go into overdrive and gives me tons of new ideas to work with. Plus, I’m able to be by myself and not have to worry about anything or anyone.

Cracking my neck, I fall back onto the bench and get my reps, enjoying the strain of lifting the bar. With a final push, I set it back, and give myself a moment to catch my breath. Opening my eyes once again, I find my field of view has been blocked by a pair of compression shorts covered legs, along with a very full mound in the front.

I manage to suppress the groan that nearly bubbles up from my throat and a familiar smirk catches my attention. “Fancy seeing you here, Sam,” Vince says.

I sigh to myself as I scoot forward slightly in order to sit up and look at Vince. The compression shorts he’s wearing are even shorter than I thought they were, not even making it halfway down his thighs, and the tank tops he’s sporting lives absolutely zero to the imagination. Chest, abs, obliques, traps, and, of course, nipples. “Hello, Vince,” I say, managing to look him in the eye.

“Never thought I’d see you in the gym.”

“I work out several times a week, thank you very much.”

He rolls his eyes slightly. “I meant I never thought I’d see you at this gym.”

“I’ve been a member here for years now. I’m the one who’s never seen you here.”

He shrugs slightly. “Yeah, the gym I usually go to is closed for renovations, so I had to find a new one. So, I chose this one and…here you are.”

Lucky me. “Good for you. Enjoy your workout.”

Standing up, I grab my towel and start for the locker room. “Oh, c’mon, Sam,” Vince says behind me. “I know you still have a couple sets of benches left. Don’t let me scare you off.”

Turning back, I see him propped up against the bar, almost taunting me. “You didn’t scare me off.”

Yeah, great comeback, Sam. “Then come back here and finish,” he tells me. “I’ll spot you so you can really push yourself.”

Damn my commitment to trying to be fit. Resigning myself, I go back to the bench and watch as Vince adds more weight to the bar, his muscles flexing with every movement. I find I’m not the only one staring. Several guys around us are watching with both envy and lust at seeing Vince do such an innocuous action.

Finishing setting up the bar, Vince gestures for me to hop on the bench. Taking my rightful place, I grab the bar and try to look anyway but Vince’s crotch. “Ready?” he asks.

Nodding, he helps me lift the bar and I start pushing. The increased weight is definitely a challenge for me, but I won’t give Vince the satisfaction of seeing me tap out. “C’mon, Sam,” Vince quietly says. “Really push it. Give me more.” Does he have to make it sound so sexual? My arms burning, I push through the last few reps. “So close…”

With a final press, Vince helps me set the bar back onto the stand and I let my arms fall to my sides, my chest heaving from the effort. “Nice one, Sam,” Vince says, winking down at me.

My chest tightening a moment, I sit up to try and hide the fact that my shorts are snugger than a moment ago. “I’m going to hit the showers,” I say, trying to escape with my dignity still intact.

“I’m heading for the locker room too,” Vince follows up. “I finished my workout just before I saw you.”

Resigning myself to the fact, I head for the locker room with Vince right behind me. Finding my locker, I pop open my locker and pull my shirt over my head. And just my continued luck, Vince opens the locker across from my own. “Any plans after this?” Vince asks me, throwing his tank top into his locker.

“I need to start working on my next idea for a movie. I have some stirring, but I need to get them on paper and see if they come together.”

“Sounds hot. Need any potential actors for it?”

Looking over, I see him standing in nothing but a jockstrap, the bands perfectly surrounding the large mounds of his butt. “I haven’t gotten that far,” I say, looking away and stripping to my own briefs. “We’ll see.”

“Cute undies, by the way.”

Looking down, I realize I blindly slipped on my neon blue briefs before coming here. I’m just glad I’m covered in both the front and back and am happy this pair makes my butt look good. “Thanks. Nice…nothing.”

Yup. He’s naked. I know it’s a locker room, but seeing him naked next to me almost seems obscene. He chuckles and seems to revel in his nudity. “I aim to please.”

He gives his hips a little shake, his dick and butt giving me a show. Biting the inside of my mouth, I pull down my underwear and grab my towel and soap. I tie the towel around my waist and head for the showers, hoping the swelling in my dick will go down some.

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I watch as Sam heads over to the showers, staring at his cute little butt wrapped in a towel. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him wear so little and I love the effect it has on me. Shaking the nerves out of my hands, I grab my own towel and throw it over my shoulders along with my own soap and follow him.

As I walk through the locker room, I feel sets of eyes on me. Every part of me wants to just wrap this towel around my waist and hide from embarrassment, but Vincent Masters doesn’t get embarrassed from nudity. He loves the attention he gets and is more than happy to give a guy a hard on.

However, Luke Ellison would love to throw on his stupid skimpy clothes and run out of here with his tail between his legs. Yeah, Vincent Masters is just a character I play for my roles. The cocky attitude, the confidence, the cheesy lines, it’s all Vince and I hate every bit of it. But what I hate most is that Sam only knows me as Vince, not at Luke.

Sam has been an untouchable object of my desires ever since I first met him a few years ago. He likes to keep to himself and has a determination and passion in him that really draws me to him. It’s the reason I wanted to audition for his company. He actually cares about the content he makes instead of just making the generic, wham-bam-thank you man bullshit I’d done before I joined Aphro.

Not to mention he’s a stunning man. Absolutely flawless skin that’s a touch golden from all of our outdoor shoots, bright green eyes that shine whenever he’s working, a tight and toned body cut from hours of working out, and a smile that makes my knees go weak (though I never get to see it when I’m close to him).

I know I piss him off. Hell, I’d be pissed off too if I met Vince. But I need to keep up appearances for my work, as much as it pains me to do so. Sighing to myself, I glance down one of the rows of lockers and see a young guy, barely over 20, smirking at me and giving me a bit of a show as he strips down.

He’s a cute guy, and he’ll definitely break a heart or two, but he’s not for me. I give him a wink à la Vince, watching as his face fills like red, before continuing to the communal showers. For once, the showers are mostly empty, save for a single showerhead running in the far corner.

Sam wets himself under the spray of water, trickles of it running over every inch. My eyes immediately go to his bare butt, the muscles high and tight but still perfectly round, and I bite my lip to keep from groaning. I place Vince’s smile on my face before walking over to the shower next to him and turning it on.

Hooking my towel on a spare hook, I follow Sam’s suit and step under my showerhead. “There are plenty of other showerheads in here,” Sam says, running his bar of soap between his hands. “You could have picked any other one in here.”

“I know. But I like having a shower buddy.” Sam rolls his eyes and turns himself away from me slightly, the action hurting more than I would like it to. “How’d the footage turn out?”

“We have plenty to work with, so I’m thankful for that. It should be ready for distribution by next month, save for any reshoots.”

“Sweet. And my stuff?”

“Fine as always. Nothing to comment on. Just keep doing the sex thing you always do.”

He takes his bar of soap and starts rubbing himself down. “C’mon, Sam,” I say. “Tell me what you actually think of my performance. I mean, I hear it from boys all the time, but not you.”

Barf. It feels like every Vince line is worse than the one before. Sam looks up at me, his gaze hard and unimpressed. “What you want me to say, Vince? ‘Oh wow, you did a great job fucking ass.’ ‘The shots of your hard body look amazing.’ ‘You make me want to lick you from head to toe.’ Stupid bullshit like that?”

That last line fills my stomach with butterflies. “Well…” I say, feeling a bit sheepish.

“Well too bad. So, you can find some other guy to fawn over you and you can be the man whore you want to be with him.”

He turns to get back to what he’s doing, but I grab him by the shoulders and face him toward me. “You don’t get to call me a whore,” I say to him, my voice low and emotions betraying me. “I may act like one in my movies, but just because I do porn does not get to give you the right to call me that.

“I hate acting this way just as much as you hate seeing me act this way. You don’t know me, so you have no right to say that about me. Got it?”

Sam gazes up at me with wide eyes and I realize my fuck up. Luke came out right there. I slowly release Sam’s shoulder and hear something hit the floor. Looking down, I see Sam’s bar of soap on the shower floor sliding away. Taking the chance to try and remedy the situation, I bend down to grab the bar.

I turn back around still squatting. “Look, I’m sorry I- “

My voice cuts off as I see Sam’s fully erect dick standing in front of my face. It looks absolutely perfect and my mouth waters as I see it bob from his racing heartrate. Looking up, Sam’s face is flushed as he tries to cover himself. “I uh…” he stammers.

He quickly grabs his towel and the bar of soap from my hand and rushes out of the shower, leaving me gaping on the shower room floor. I grab my own now-hard cock, feeling a steady stream of precum dripping from the head. “Fuck…”

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I want to die… I bury my face in my pillow like some prepubescent kid and try to push away the embarrassment. I got hard in Vince’s face. Fully and completely aroused. I just couldn’t help it. The shock of his reaction to what I said threw me into a daze and I couldn’t help but stare at Vince’s soaking wet body.

And when he bent down to grab my soap, it was porn 101. The muscles of his butt and perfectly smooth crack and bright pink hole sent a shock right down to my cock and there was nothing I could do to stop it coming. So, I ran out of there as fast as I could, thankful I didn’t see Vince as I was leaving.

What Vince said in the showers is still ringing in my head. He hates the way he acts? What does that even mean? Grabbing my phone, I open Instagram and go to Vince’s personal account.

Hundreds of photos sit on his profile, along with several hundred thousand followers. Most of the photos are from modeling shoots he’s done, but a few scattered throughout really grab my attention. They’re more personal than the others I see, more laid back and less polished.

One is a candid photo of Vince volunteering at an animal shelter, his smile bright as he helps several dogs, and another a selfie of him at home, sick as a dog but still looking handsome. It shows a human side to him that I can’t say I’ve ever seen in person.

Setting my phone down, a knock at my apartment door rouses me from my bed. Trudging to it, I pull it open and find Vince standing on the other side, dressed conservatively in a sweatshirt and shorts. The first thing I notice is that his usual smirk is gone from his face and he seems almost nervous.

I notice my silence and meet his gaze. “Vince, what are you doing here? And how’d you find out where I live?”

“I texted Daniel and told him I needed to talk to you. He gave me your address.”

Need to remind myself to talk to Daniel about my privacy. Stepping back, I gesture Vince into my apartment and shut the door behind me. “Well, you’re here,” I say. “Feel free to say what’s on your mind.”

Vince scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry for how I acted in the shower,” he says. “I got upset and lashed out at you. It wasn’t fair to put you in a situation like that and I’m sorry for that. That’s all I wanted to say. I’ll get out of your hair.”

He steps past me for the door, and my hand grabs his out of instinct. “I’m sorry too,” I say. “I’m sorry for calling you a whore. You were right. I don’t know you and I didn’t have the right to say what I did. And I’m sorry for always being so short with you. I just…”

My lips press into a line as I give myself a moment to collect myself. “I don’t know what to do with myself whenever you’re around…” I say as I look to the floor.

The air thickens between us as we stay silent. My face burns with embarrassment as I do my best to not look at Vince as he steps closer to me, his hand still held in mine. “Sam, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself in five seconds,” he says. “You need to tell me if you want me to stay or leave.”

I pull my head up enough to look at Vince. His eyes are glossed over, color high in his cheeks, as deep steady breaths escape him and a few droplets of sweat have broken out on his forehead. I gulp whatever ball has formed in my throat. “Sam?” he quietly says, his voice thick and rich.

It sends a shockwave right down to my balls and my breath catches as the dam finally breaks. “Fuck it...”

Grabbing him by the sweatshirt, I pull him to my lips and meet him in the most searing kiss I’d ever felt in my life. He meets my action by pulling my close and closing me in his arms. My tongue clashes with his in a fevered dance, the moans escaping the both of us erotic and needy, the desire I’d been keeping down for so long pouring out of me.

Vince’s fingers dig into my back through my shift, his touch breaking my skin into goosebumps. Mirroring him, I feel the rock-hard muscles of his large back, loving every inch of it through his sweatshirt and feeling the strength he holds. My knees feel weak, but the grip he has on me keeps me firmly locked in place.

Just as suddenly as it started, Vince pulls away from me, leaving a few strands of saliva connecting our mouths. His face is fully flushed now, his breath hard and heavy. He grabs his sweatshirt collar and in one swift motion, rips it over his head and throws it to the ground.

He’s not wearing a shirt underneath, revealing his amazingly cut and bulging torso, not one muscle out of place. Covered in a light layer of hair, pecs large and round, washboard stomach hard and defined, he looks like he’s been ripped from a piece of art. He licks his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Bedroom. Now.”

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Holy. Fuck. This is actually happening, right? I didn’t slip in the shower and knock myself out? I bite the inside of my cheek to make sure, thankful to find Sam still standing in front of me, pulling his own shirt off and tossing it aside. My breath catches in my throat as I take my time looking at the stunning man before me.

While he’s smaller than me, he’s no less fit. A swimmer’s build with broad shoulders, a strong and smooth chest, complete with a faint six pack and a small trail of hair leaving from his naval down, he makes my mouth water without even trying. “First door on the left…” he says, his eyes challenging me.

He asked for this… I charge toward Sam and tackle him into another crushing kiss, lifting him up and groaning as he wraps his legs around my back and I carry him toward the bedroom. Kicking the door open, I find Sam’s bed and allow us to collapse onto it. Sam fits perfectly underneath me as our mouths melt together and our waists meet.

I reach down and grab at the mound in his pants. He’s as hard as I feel and a touch of wetness leaks through the fabric. “Need this dick,” I say, sliding down and pulling his pants down with me. Sam’s cock slaps against his stomach, freed from the confines of his pants, and I take in the sight before me.

I’ve had a lot of sex thanks to my movies, but nothing compares to seeing Sam in this moment. Hard, hot, sweaty, and heaving, he looks absolutely stunning and I feel myself leak just by seeing him. “You look amazing,” I whisper, grabbing at the base of his cock.

He twitches at my touch, a drop of precum leaking out the top of his cut dick. “Vince, please…” he begs, his voice music to my ears.

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. My tongue touches his head, circling around it as I taste his precum. The salty sweet flavor is absolutely delicious and I feel myself needing more. Opening wide, I take Sam’s cock straight down to the root, smiling as I feel Sam lurch off the bed and twitch in my throat.

It takes me a moment to get acclimated to him, but soon enough I pull off him to the head before swallowing him whole again. The feeling of him in my mouth has me humping the bed, unable to hold myself back as my own cock screams for attention.

As I enjoy Sam’s cock, I don’t notice him spin himself around so his head is at my waist. I feel his hands try to pull down my own pants, though he has some trouble. “You could have just asked,” I say, pulling his cock out of my mouth and helping pull off my sweats.

“Shut up,” he says as he grabs my own cock and swallows it.

Fuck! God, he feels so fucking good. I’m not small, so feeling Sam take me in one gulp has me seeing stars. Not wanting to finish first, I match him and take him again, relishing in our sixty-nine. The sounds of sucking and slurping gets me even hotter than I already am, and I can feel cum churning in my balls.

Looking down, I watch silently as Sam enjoys himself on my cock, his face pure bliss as he savors my head. Opening his eyes, he meets me and we watch each other as we suck each other off. Fuck, he looks so beautiful. I could watch him like this all day.

I pull myself out of Sam’s mouth, feeling myself getting far too close. I finish pulling off my pants and grab Sam for another burning kiss, the taste of our precum mixing together in our mouths. “Vince, I…” he starts.

“I know, baby. I want to enjoy this too…”

He reaches over to his nightstand, producing a condom and bottle of lube and he hands both to me. “Just…go slow,” he says. “I haven’t done it in a while…”

He pulls his legs up, exposing his hole to me and causing my chest to swell. A perfect pink hole sits in front of me, winking ever so slightly at me. I dive down before I can stop myself, my tongue meeting his hole and his taste filling my mouth.

He tastes so fucking good, a mixture of sweat and soap. This is Sam’s taste, a taste I’ve wanted for so long. I take my time licking every inch, licking, biting, and kissing Sam’s most private area. All the while, Sam is leaking like a faucet and moaning up a storm, encouraging me to keep going.

I grab the bottle of lube and pop the cap off, drizzling a generous amount into my hand. As Sam pants with his arm over his face, I reach behind myself and lube up my own hole. I relax myself, preparing and opening my hole for Sam, shaking as I realize what’s coming.

Grabbing the condom, I rip it out of the package and grab Sam’s cock, applying it like a pro. “W-What’re you doing?” Sam asks, his eyes wide.

“Giving you what you really deserve…”

I push his legs down and straddle his hips, feeling his cock slide against my crack as I settle myself on him. “B-But- “ he stammers.

“Guess we all have surprises sometimes.”

Taking his cock in my hand, I lead it to my hole, feeling a spark as his head makes contact with my hole. Taking a breath, I allow myself to sit on Sam’s cock, feeling it enter me slowly. Inch by inch, I take Sam’s cock deep inside me, burning as he goes but I’m not stopping until I have all of him inside me.

After what feels like forever, I finally make contact with Sam’s waist, his whole cock inside me twitching. It’s been so long that I’ve had a cock inside me that I’d nearly forgotten what it was like, and I absolutely love it. Looking down, I see Sam is in the same state of euphoria as me.

He reaches up and takes my cock in his hand, the sensation causing me to squirm and Sam’s cock to slide out a touch. Before moving right back in me. “I don’t know how long I’ll last,” I tell him.

“Then let’s make it count.”

He thrusts up, driving his cock even deeper inside me and making me scream in pleasure. His cock rubs right up against my prostate, making me leak all over his hand as he slides it up and down my own hard dick. Not wanting him to get the best of me, I slide off Sam’s cock and push it back in me, fucking myself on the man underneath me.

The bed squeaks underneath us as we fuck, sweat and precum dripping all over us. Sam runs his hands over my body, his touch making me fuck myself even harder. His thrusts meet my own and we slap against each other, a rhythmic sound that only makes the room hotter for the both of us.

I bend myself over and press my chest to his, welcoming his tongue as it reenters my mouth. My cock slides between our bodies, our sweat making it slick and making me leak even more. Jesus, I haven’t felt this good in God knows how long.

As I continue to thrust, the familiar building starts in my balls and I pull away a bit. “I’m close,” I tell Sam.

“I am too. I want to cum with you…”

I grab his face for one more kiss and really drive him deep inside me. Sam matches me and fucks me for all he’s worth, his balls slapping mine and making me whimper. “C’mon, baby. Cum inside me. I want to feel you. Do it. Fuck your load right into me.”

Sam pushes himself as far as he’ll go, fucking like a man possessed. “I’m cumming!”

With a final jab, I feel Sam’s cock swell inside me as he releases his load, filling the condom and shaking underneath me. Seeing his face sends me over the edge too and I shoot over both of us, shot after shot of cum splashing between us as I shake through my climax.

I collapse onto Sam, my heart beating a mile a minute and my breath hot and heavy. Sam hugs himself against me, his mouth finding mine as we lazily kiss while coming down from our high. We stay that for I don’t know how long. I moan as his cock pops out of me, the condom barely hanging on and filled with Sam’s cum.

Rolling myself off of Sam, we both stare at the ceiling and wipe the sweat from our faces. “That was…” he says.

“Amazing,” I cut off. “Absolutely amazing. One of the best fucks I’ve ever had…”

Sam chuckles a bit. “I was going to say hot, but all that works too.” He looks over at me, a small smile on his lips. “I’m glad you stopped by, Vince.”

I look over at him, his relaxed gaze bringing a smile to my own face. “My name isn’t Vince. It’s Luke. Luke Ellison.”

A look of surprise passes his face for a moment before the smile returns. “Well, Luke. How about round two?”

I laugh out loud, knowing I’ve unleashed a beast upon me. “For sure. But how about we rest for a bit? You fucked the life out of me…”

He scoots over and rests his head on my shoulder and I wrap my arm around him out of instinct. “That works too.”