Summer, Ex-Porn Star 4 of 5…Murder He Wrote
Before the Murder
Following the success of the photo session and the way Cole fucked me on the beach afterward, I felt the need to get out and celebrate. Cole's sexy ass agreed to accompany me to an underground club. I was sure no one would notice him there, and if they did, no one would tell. It was a place for upper-class gentlemen of a certain status in life. Everything that happened there remained there.
“You sure about this place?” He asked as we got out of the car.
“No one will say a word if they recognize you. Trust me, Cole. Have I lied to you yet?” I asked as I stared into his dreamy bedroom eyes.
“No, not yet,” he said with a subtle smile.
Reassuringly, I said, “I don’t plan to start lying now.”
I extended my hand out, and he took it. As he walked toward the entrance, I couldn’t help but be filled with glee. I wanted him to always and forever hold my hand. Every fantasy I had ever had of him played like a movie in my mind. All I could do was smile to myself. Cole made me feel happy, and I hadn’t felt that before ever in my life. It was almost scary how he made me feel without even trying.
We stepped into the club, and we were transported to another world. The lights were turned down. Flashing white stage lights cast a sexy vibe on the room. Two medal cages hung from the ceiling. Inside each one was a man. They weren’t just any old average Joe. Those guys were hunks, and they were placed there to help sell the image.
The men were half-naked with oily bodies. “Alien Superstar” by Beyoncé was playing. The dance floor was packed with hot, sweaty men all dancing on one another. I glanced at Cole. His eyes had a sparkle to them. He may have given up gay porn, but the look in his eyes said he belonged part of the community. He just needed to accept his place in all of it.
I pulled him into a warm embrace. Our bodies pressed tightly together in the sea of men. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. Part of me wanted to make love to him right there in the middle of the club. That’s just how much he turned me on.
“Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl” by Chappell Roan started playing. Cole shouted for joy and started to jump up and down. He moved his body against mine. We vibed like that for the duration of the song.
I ran my hands down his back and over his plump ass as “God is a Dancer” by Tiesto, and Mabel played over the speakers. His cock began to come alive. I could feel it twitch in his pants.
I yelled quietly, “I want to fuck you right now.”
“I thought you wanted to party,” he asked with a wicked grin.
“I do. I wanna have the party of the century in this fat ass of yours.” I cuffed his ass cheeks as I completed my sentence.
“You promise to make me cum this time,” he asked.
I answered seductively, “Yes. I promise to make you cum over and over all fuckin’ night long.”
We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. He slid his hand down my torso and over my abs. I gulped as his hand moved underneath my shirt. For a split second, I looked away. With his other hand, he turned my face to make me look into his eyes again.
“Eyes on me,” he mouthed his words.
I nodded my head quickly. Slowly, his hand slid into my pants. He rubbed his fingers across the base of my covered cock. Never in my life had I been so upset with myself for wearing underwear. My dick strained against the fabric, dying for freedom. My man parts were in prison, and I couldn’t set them free.
“You like the way I touch you,” he asked as he rubbed his hand back and forth with more pressure.
I panted, “God, yes!”
I considered myself one lucky son of a bitch. Who else could say they had the man of their dreams in Greece at some hidden secret club, rubbing and teasing his cock? I’m sure others could say it, but they couldn’t say they had the one and only Jeremy fuckin Wide. No, that pleasure was all mine, and I was never letting him go.
I leaned in to taste his lips once again. He leaned back and placed his finger on my lips. God! He was the greatest cock tease, and I loved it. His hand moved inside my underwear, and he grabbed my fat old cock. My body shivered.
“That’s all for me,” he asked.
“Fuck yes. God knows I’d do anything for you. Leave that bitch, Cole, and be mine. I’ll give you the fucking world,” I professed it all to him. “You know you want to be my cum slut. I can be everything she could never be for you, Cole.”
“Damn it!” Cole snapped as he pulled his hand out of my pants.
I desperately wanted his hands around my cock again. I reached for him, but he pulled away from me. He looked at me as if I were a stain on his very existence.
“Why’d you stop?”
“You fucked it up. I’m trying to give you a fantasy, and you had to make it real. I love Rebecca. I’m only here for a check that you basically blackmailed me into taking. I don’t want you. After the summer is over, I don’t ever want to see you again. Fuck! I need some space.”
“Wait, don’t leave. We’re having fun. I thought you liked me,” I confessed my feelings and confusion to him.
“I don’t,” he snapped. “You’re not the type of guy I would ever look at in the real world. All your fucking money and power could never make me be yours. You’re rich but pathetic at the same time. Your arrogance and disrespect for the woman I love are insulting and disgusting. I guess money can’t buy everything.” His words rang deep.
“My apologies. I understand. I let our little agreement run away from my mind,” I struggled to keep my composure as I spoke.
He shook his head in utter disappointment and walked away. I watched him disappear into the cesspool of homos dancing the night away. The bar called my name like the wind howling in a thunderstorm.
Cole stayed gone for a while. I nursed my fourth shot as I reflected on my situation with my favorite former porn star. “No Love Allowed” by Rihanna began to play. The white stage lights flashed red. They cast upon Cole across the floor. He was dancing all alone.
His body moved seductively to the beat. His hips gyrated to the beat as he ran his hands over his chest and stomach. Sweat poured off his hot body, and rain fell from the clouds. That tease was a show all on his own, and he knew it. Despite his words, his actions said he wanted to be owned.
I got up from the bar and made my way to him. He spotted me, and he watched me with a death stare as I made my way to him. I stopped in front of him. We held each other’s gaze.
“Hey,” the man’s irritating voice came. “You’re Jeremy Wide. Hot damn!”
The color left Cole’s face. He frowned at me. I turned and looked at the pale man. He was a decent-looking guy, but not the guy for my Cole.
“Fuck off,” I snapped at the man.
“And who the fuck are you?” he asked as he turned toward me.
“He’s no one,” Cole interjected. “Wanna get me out of here?”
I grabbed Cole’s arm, “Don’t fuck with me.” I didn’t need to raise my voice. Cole knew that it would piss me off if he left with that fuck nigga.
The guy pushed me away. I balled my fist and was ready to swing at him. Cole jumped in between the two of us.
“Stop it, Trent. You owe me a night away from you and all your possessive bullshit,” he said in this low growl that got all my juices flowing in the nastiest way.
“Fine,” I relented and released my grip. “Call me if he does anything wrong.”
I shot the man a look of death. If looks could kill, the little bitch would have been dead then.
“Relax. I’ll do just what he likes,” the jackass said.
Cole turned toward him and asked, “What’s your name?”
The guy smiled and replied, “Name’s John, but for you, it can be whatever you like.”
***
The Murder
Cole confidently walked over to the bed. John sat on his knees in the middle of the queen-sized bed naked. His seven-inch cut cock was fully erect. It jolted out from his body at an angle. Cole hadn’t expected things to go this far. He had only used the guy to drive a message home to Trent. He wanted to prove that he couldn’t be bought. He belonged to Rebecca and her alone.
The guy had promised not to say anything about his identity if he would give him a little bit of the Wide factor. How could he possibly say no? He had been so worked up for a good fucking ever since Trent pushed his thick dick inside his bubble ass earlier.
“Come on and touch my fat cock, Jeremy,” John eagerly instructed him.
Cole climbed onto the bed, reached out, and wrapped his soft yet manly hands around John’s pole. John hissed with approval. Cole began to stroke his cock. His hand moved up and down, twisting like a corkscrew. John closed his eyes and moaned.
“Fuck, your hands feel good. Let me see your body,” he said.
Cole stood up and began to take his clothes off. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them.
“Slowly,” John’s voice came off sternly. “I want to enjoy every minute of this.”
Cole stopped and glared at John briefly. He slowly lowered his pants. John licked his lips as the gorgeous young stud stood before him in a black jock strap. Cole’s cock filled the pouch out nicely. You could make out every detail of his hard-working prick through the material.
“So hot.” The words dragged as they escaped from John’s mouth.
Cole looked into his eyes as he lowered his jock strap. Slowly, his prized cock came into view. It was such a beautiful penis. It left any and everyone who gazed upon it in awe. John was no exception to the rule. He watched Cole intently as piece by piece of the stud’s body was revealed. Cole finally pulled his shirt off. His perfect body was fully on display for show.
John softly said, “Look at you. You are one hot little slut. Who would have thought I’d get the chance to bed the Jeremy Wide?”
Cole smirked, “I guess dreams do come true.”
“Oh, you have no idea…boy.” The way he said it left a bit of intrigue in the air. It was almost ominous. “Come lie here,” he said with a pat on the place on the bed he wanted him.
Cole lay on the bed and began to stroke his cock as John hovered over him. The older man bit his bottom lip as his eyes worked over Cole’s perfect body. He grabbed Cole’s legs and spread them. John reached out and ran his hands over Cole’s massive balls. He inhaled with a shrill of excitement. He was finally touching one of the world’s sexiest porn stars.
He lightly smacked Cole’s balls. Cole winced in both pain and an odd sense of pleasure. Cole’s dick began to come alive. It slowly expanded and rose. John couldn’t resist kissing those perfect lips. He leaned down and kissed him. Cole kissed him back. John became aggressive with his kisses and sucked Cole’s face. He kissed him for several minutes before parting.
Panting, John said, “I want you to suck my cock.”
John stood up and fed Cole his cock. Cole wrapped his hands around the shaft and his lips around the head. He instantly began to move his head back and forth. John groaned, and his breathing grew rapid. Cole rolled his tongue around the head of John’s thick member.
Cole moved his mouth under and between John’s legs. He took his balls into his mouth and sucked on them. John encouraged him every step of the way. Cole planted his hands on John’s pale ass cheeks and pushed more of his cock into his mouth and down his throat.
“Fuck yeah,” he moaned. “Suck my fuckin’ cock, Jeremy.”
Cole continued to suck him. He felt fueled by the pants and moans that came from John. He knew he needed the experience to be good in order for John to keep his mouth shut. He sucked harder and faster on the pole. His jaws tightened, and John moaned louder than before. John pulled out. He had Cole lift his legs back and expose his perfect, tight hole. It was pink and hungry-looking.
“Oh, my fucking God,” John shouted in amazement. “Look at that pussy. It's so fucking perfect. I could die inside you and call it my heaven.”
Cole bit his bottom lip and stroked his cock. John ran his fingers across it before spitting directly onto the pink muffin. He slid his long finger inside Cole’s opening. The hole twitched and throbbed around his finger.
Cole let out a moan. John’s long fingers were touching his depths. They were scratching an itch that he loved to have scratched. The familiar feeling of having his ass played with and stretched took him to that place of pleasure where his other half lived. The muscles in his ass remembered what it was like to be fucked, and they screamed and begged for it. John removed his fingers and pushed his tongue inside Cole.
“Oh shit. Eat my ass, dude,” Cole said as he squirmed.
John buried his face between Cole’s ass cheeks. His nose moved up and down Cole’s taint. The slurping, wet sounds filled the room. Each time John licked the inside of him, the temperature in the room rose several degrees. There was no stopping or going back. John was more determined than ever to fuck his favorite ex-porn star.
He quickly lined his cock up with Cole’s open hole. That first push inside was the best feeling ever. No other pussy could or would ever compare to Cole. The ex-porn star let out a groan as John began to rock back and forth in and out of him. John pulled his cock out and admired Cole’s gaping hole. He shoved his cock back inside of him.
The heat inside Cole’s tight chute was exquisite. It was everything he had hoped for, plus more. Cole took the pounding of John’s cock like the expert he once was. His hole opened, and his walls expanded, and they clamped around the invading tool inside of him.
He wanted John to fuck him deeper. He needed to be fucked harder. John lay against his body in missionary, bouncing up and down inside of him. He could hear John’s globes clapping as his body moved. Cole spread his legs wider in hopes that John’s cock would get deeper.
“Deeper! Fuck me deeper,” he cried out.
John rammed harder. His dick touched the walls of Cole’s tunnel each time he bottomed out in him. He pounded him harder and faster. Cole stroked his dick as he took John’s dick. The bed began to squeak beneath them as they fucked. John’s body began to sweat as he put in work, giving hard thrusts of his cock.
John pulled out and put Cole on his hands and knees. Cole reached back and spread his round, thick cheeks. His pretty, abused hole winked at John. It called to him like a creature in the wild. John couldn’t resist the call. He slid his cock back inside of him. He started to pound him from behind.
Cole’s cheeks clapped as he bounced his ass back and forth on John’s cock. John groaned and started to fuck him back. The room smelled of sex. John pulled his heavy cock out and slapped it across Cole’s hole. Then he rammed all of it back inside of him. He pounded his pussy aggressively. Cole reached back and spread his ass cheeks wider. John pulled out and shoved it inside, causing Cole to moan. He pulled it out and did it again.
Cole’s body fell flat against the bed, and John continued to plow him. His balls tapped against Cole’s balls over and over. Each time John drove his dick inside of Cole, it made his body hump into the bed. The swollen gland between Cole’s legs rubbed against the sheets. As much as Cole tried to get more dick inside of him, the itch in his boy pussy just wasn’t getting touched the way he wanted.
Despite it all, Cole’s body felt good. John flipped him on his back and began to fuck him harder and faster. Cole jacked his dick as John pumped his sweet hole over and over. His thick member moved against the thin walls faster each time he pushed inside of Cole’s talented ass.
Cole stroked his fat dick faster and faster. The cum in his balls exploded inside his nut sack. It raced up the length of his dick. With one final stroke, Cole’s cock exploded. His thick white creamy cum panted his chest.
“Oh fuck,” Cole roared as his body reached its peak.
John quickly took Cole’s cock into his mouth. He cleaned his cock, swallowing the rest of his load as he continued to fuck him. He pulled out of Cole and pushed his dripping-wet cock into the stud’s mouth. The moment Cole wrapped his lips around the pink head, John shot his load inside of Cole’s mouth.
John cried out, “Mother fucker!”
John collapsed on the bed next to an equally exhausted Cole. As they lay there, Cole noticed the blinking red light in the corner. He quickly sat up in the bed.
“Did you record us?” Cole asked.
John laughed, “Calm down. It’s just for me. It’s not like you haven’t been on camera before.”
Cole jumped out of bed. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The fucker had recorded their entire session. Cole couldn’t believe it. He had given explicit instructions to the man.
You fucking recorded it,” he screamed. “Dude, what the fuck, man?”
“Calm down, buttercup,” John said as he got out of bed. “I wanted to remember the occasion. I mean, you are a walking wet dream.”
“I don’t care! Fucking delete it! NOW,” Cole slammed his fist into the wall as he shouted.
“Not a chance in hell. Keep bitchin’, and I’ll sell it to the highest bidder. The ultimate Jeremy Wide comeback. It doesn’t get any better than that.”
“Fuck you,” Cole said as he ran over and began knocking over the pc monitors in the room.
“You little shit,” John shouted as he charged at him.
John ran and went to wrap his arms around Cole from behind. Cole threw his elbow back. His force was far greater than he had anticipated. He hit John in the side of his head. The man stumbled back and fell. He hit his head on the corner of the desk.
Cole quickly turned around. John lay on the floor with blood gushing from the side of his head. The man looked very much dead.
“Hey! John, wake up,” Cole said as he tried to shake the man awake.
The man didn’t wake up! Cole’s heart began to pound. His life had been completely ruined in a freak accident. Tears slowly started to roll down his face. There was only one thing he could think of doing. He needed Trent.
TO BE CONTINUED
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