Daddies at Work

Iwai Munehisa was a name that should've been familiar to any self-respecting gay porn connaisseur. That man personally directed and wrote an entire catalog of critically acclaimed porn that launched his once small company into the spotlight. His penchant for mixing various genres with sharply written dialogue made him an auteur within the industry.

Iwai was currently in his Shibuya-based studio browsing through his neverending stack of paperwork. Balancing between scouting for new talent and writing scripts for upcoming movies was no easy task. He kept a watchful eye on Twitter for any rising talents and made extra sure to represent actors of various body types, ethnicities, and backgrounds. Iwai took great pride in the diversity of his studio and was going to make damn sure that everyone felt represented. It was this meticulous work ethic, however, that often left him glued to his work desk.

" I need a fuckin' break.." He grumbled while fishing in his pocket for the bag of weed he always kept at hand. The green herb was rolled up into a fine blunt which Iwai soon lit up in his mouth. A perfect medicinal method to calm his mind. Iwai was about to take a nap on his couch when he heard his phone buzz on his desk. He turned the device on to see that it was a private message.

" Hey there. I'm Dojima Ryotaro and I've been a massive fan of your work over the years, Mr. Iwai. It's like you surpass yourself with every movie you make. Your films have done so much for the gay community so I wanna do my part by being one of your actors. Check out my resume when you have the time and let's see where we go from there." The message read.

" Well, that's new." Iwai usually didn't get private messages and the ones he did were approved by his assistants. He figured Dojima must've been loaded with either extra charisma or extra cash to get the assistants to approve the message. Under the line of text was a video mp4 link. Upon clicking it, the screen displayed an image of Dojima in a suit smiling for the camera.

"It's like looking into a mirror." Though the two men didn't exactly look alike, both had short grey hair with a five o clock shadow to complete the rugged look. Dojima had a big buff and hairy chest that most men would love to dive into. Iwai could see why Dojima looked up to him. Dojima's pic soon faded and the next thing Iwai knew, he was watching the man getting his back blown out in a hotel hallway.

" Damn that nigga is stacked! He's a daredevil too from the looks of it." Iwai wasn't expecting the man to not only be a bottom but also into public sex. Most guys with his appearance were mostly just into topping and keeping it on the DL. Dojima's plump ass was on full display in that hall as it got a savage beating. Dojima seemed to be laughing from the sheer pleasure of dick even when shocked people stumbled upon the scene.

The video turned out to be a collection of the copious amount of sex Dojima had over the years. Iwai was impressed by how diverse Dojima's clientele was; he collabed with men who were dark skin, some who were chubby, and others who were mixed race. To top it all off, the video contained 53 different sex clips. Dojima would occasionally be the top in some videos and fuck men even thicker than he was. Iwai could tell Dojima had the values he was looking for.

" Just finished reviewing your resume and I gotta say you blew it outta the fucking park. Shit like that makes my day. Come down to my studio in four hours and you got yourself an interview. Oh yeah, try to work up a sweat before you get here. Im in the mood for manly musk." He texted.

A reply came only a few minutes later. " Really? That's awesome! I look forward to meeting you. I promise I'll make it worth your time."

The four hours passed and Dojima was now in the lobby of DevilBrew studio. He wore a grey tracksuit he recently jogged in; sweat streaking down his forehead.

' You finally did it, Dojima. This is such a major career boost I can hardly believe it. More importantly, I get to be with my idol. This day can't get any better.' Dojima couldn't help smile to himself when he thought about how all his hard work was paying off.

He told the desk receptionist his business and was then told to have a seat. After a few minutes of waiting, Dojima was face to face with his Idol Iwai. The scruffy man in a hat extended his hand to shake.

" You must be Dojima. That was one hell of a resume you sent me. Let me show you around the place."

" I'm flattered. You have no idea how honored I am to be here." Dojima shook the hand and followed Iwai down a long corridor. He tried to play it cool but the truth was that butterflies were dancing in Dojima's stomach. Iwai led him to a small room where several men were working out.

" This is our gym. We have treadmills and dumbells available to help keep our actors in tip-top shape. Some of the guys'll even do yoga with you and give nutritional advice if you ask." Iwai waved at the group of sweaty buff men doing bench presses. They stopped everything they were doing and swooned at him like a pack of schoolgirls.

" You certainly have a pull over them. I've never seen grown men squeal like that." Dojima awkwardly waved back at the guys and checked the equipment. " Nice set up you got. I didn't know porn studios had gyms."

" DevilBrew is a rare exception. We received a lot of donations from loyal fans that make stuff like this possible. C'mon, let's move on." Iwai was already off to the next designated on their tour. He walked down to a room adjacent to rhe stairwell at the end of the hall.

" These are our bathrooms you can find on every floor. We made sure the design could give employees some eye candy when takin' a shit." The tiles and walls were drawn with an aesthetic inspired by the famous great wave of Kanagawa painting. Even the stall doors had a mesmerizing blue and white color scheme to compliment the overall feel. " Each toilet comes with a bidet a pre poop spray to mask any smell," Iwai added.

" At least I'll be shittin' in style," Dojima remarked and both men laughed. Dojima was impressed that Iwai would go this far to give his workers a luxury expression. He figured that Iwai was a lot kinder than his resting bitch face would imply. Iwai led him up a flight of stairs and then down another hall.

" These are our bathrooms you can find on every floor. We made sure the design could give employees some eye candy when takin' a shit." The tiles and walls were drawn with an aesthetic inspired by the famous great wave of Kanagawa painting. Even the stall doors had a mesmerizing blue and white color scheme to compliment the overall feel. " Each toilet comes with a bidet a pre poop spray to mask any smell," Iwai added.

" At least I'll be shittin' in style," Dojima remarked and both men laughed. Dojima was impressed that Iwai would go this far to give his workers a luxury expression. He figured that Iwai was a lot kinder than his resting bitch face would imply. Iwai led him up a flight of stairs and then down another hall.

" On this floor we have shower rooms available for everyone. I recommend bringing your own soap cause it does get expensive keeping everything stocked. We also have small bedrooms located throughout the building. They're mostly for filming sex videos, but we let some actors sleep over occasionally. The third floor has the cafeteria, my office, and a writing room for future movies but we can get to that later. Let's get to what you really came here for." Iwai opened up one of the bedroom doors and motioned for Dojima to come inside.

The room came with a freshly made bed, a nightstand, a drawer, and a window that overlooked the city. Essential oil diffusers were burning to give the air a sweet vanilla smell. It felt like walking into a hotel.

" I hope you remembered what I told you about being musky. I'm in the moody to eat some sweaty ass right about now. " Iwai took off his boots and laid his jacket on a chair. He rolled over on the bed and winked at Dojima. " Come sit on daddy's face."

" With pleasure. I ran a couple of laps and did some squats at the park so my behind should be nice and rank." Dojima removed his grey sweatpants to reveal he was wearing a jockstrap. All of the years Dojima spent doing leg workouts in the gym culminated in the hairy rip peach booty Iwai hungrily yearned for. Dojima stood on the bed before squatting his fat ass right on Iwai's face. Iwai was immediately greeted with a sweaty asshole that gave him the musky smell he so desired. The manly fumes invaded his nose and the ass hairs tickled against him.

Iwai moaned in satisfaction of the smelly experience. His tongue slurped at the salty-tasting anus and was happy to see that Dojima instinctively knew to bounce his fat butt on the tongue. Iwai's tongue pushed further into the anus where all the best flavor was. He groaned with delight from the dirty musky taste dancing on his taste buds. " Gas me up my nigga." Iwai moved his face to the side to speak only to bury it back in the ass.

Dojima was shocked both by Iwai's request and his word choice. He always knew the director was blunt about most things but him saying that word so casually was so.... hot. " Anything for you boss." Dojima giggled and applied pressure to his colon. The fart came out as a loud trumpet-like horn. The smelly hot gas shot right up Iwai's nostrils and gave him the biggest hard-on. That foul smell was everything he needed. Iwai tapped Dojima on his legs to let the man know he could get off.

" mhmm, you're making a good impression on me. Now you just sit on the bed and let me take care of the rest." Iwai slid off the bed and kneeled in front of Dojima. The other man stared down at his idol with a warm grin. " Step on my face," Iwai ordered.

" As you wish." Dojima rubbed his sweaty feet against Iwai's stubbly face. The porn director sniffed up the ripe scent like a dog on his prey. Dojima's had subtle hints of vinegar and corn chips. Iwai became intoxicated with the manly scents giving him bliss. He suckled and licked on each toe to get the full flavor of the feet. Dojima giggled from how much the tongue tickled his feet.

" Brace yourself cause now we're getting to the final part of this interview. I'm gonna suck you off and I expect you to shower me with praise. Tell me how much you love being a slut and why you look up to me." Before Dojima had time to reply, Iwai was already sloppily slurping on his balls.

" Oh geez, I don't even know where to begin. I experiment a little in college and knew since then I had an appetite for dick. My first time was with this Jamaican exchange student who was on the basketball team. He fucked me while the rest of the team were showering and that BBC is still one of the best dicks I ever had. We were so shocked when Coach walked in on us! He practically foamed at the mouth." Dojima laughed as he recounted his sexually liberated past.

Iwai worked his mouth fiercely on the musky cock. His tongue wrapped around the shaft like a snake on its prey. Iwai didn't suck dick too often so his technique was fairly simple. It was mostly just him licking the dirtiest parts of the dick to get all the best flavor.

" As for why I like you, well, you just make the kind of videos most directors don't make. Your cast lists are filled with diverse actors and it's like you have this special talent to find the biggest booty men in the country! The ass on that guy in your newest film was ginormous! You could stack a plate on those melons. Guys like that are my role models when it comes to butt exercises. Your actors always look like they're having the time of their lives so I figured it would be like a dream come true working for you." Dojima grits his teeth when Iwai began scraping his teeth against the tip.

Iwai swished saliva all over his mouth and puffed his cheeks as his head bobbed hungrily. Dojima wasn't used to getting stimulated down there so it was hard for him to keep his composure. He much preferred taking it from behind. His stubbly face would scrunch up from how much Iwai caused his dick to twitch with euphoria. His member twitched profusely for a few minutes before he finally unloaded a torrent of semen into Iwai's mouth. The director gulped it all down and laid flat on the bed next to Dojima. Both men panted heavily; exhausted from the thorough interview.

" You sure know to treat a guy, Iwai. It's definitely going to be a pleasure working for you." Dojima looked at Iwai with the widest grin.

" I appreciate the enthusiasm. Just keep what happened here between us. I usually only suck dick when it's from cute bottoms but since you look like me, you're a special exception. You have one hell of a career in store for you." Iwai pulled Dojima in for a kiss, swishing the sperm between their mouths. The two hunks knew they were made for each other.