Straight to Gay Porn

“Hey,” Harper mumbled hearing the front door open, his eyes never leaving the video game on TV.

“Hey,” Logan greeted his best friend and roommate as he tossed his keys in a bowl next to the front door. He looked tired and acted subdued. He tossed his gym bag in his room and then plopped down on the couch.

“Beer,” was all Harper said as he quickly nodded to the six-pack on the coffee table.

“Sweet. I need a drink,” Logan said as he leaned forward to grab a bottle. He sat back, squirming uncomfortably in his seat.

“How did it go today?” Harper asked, still looking away, engrossed in what was happening on screen. Logan’s handsome best friend sat with his bare feet on the coffee table cradling a beer. He obviously had been to the gym, his arms were pumped and straining the sweaty t-shirt that was shrink-wrapped to his chest and abs. Logan could smell a slight athletic musk from the muscular guy next to him.

“Same as always,” Logan shrugged and then took a long swig from his beer.

“Same as always, huh?” Harper said with an intrigued raised eyebrow and a muffled laugh.

“Yeah,” Logan sighed, “Except for the $10k I made,” he said nonchalantly before he grinned his pearly white teeth.

Harper’s head snapped away from the game. Logan held out his fist.

“WHAT?” He paused the game and fist-bumped his buddy, suddenly invested in what Logan had to say.

“Yeah,” Logan confirmed with a cocky swagger.

“Dude, you could have led with that.”

Harper sat with his jaw dropped. A tinge of envy twinkled in his chest. But then, as if a lightbulb flashed over his head, he remembered what Logan told him about making $10k in one day.

“Wait a minute,” Harper said, “Did you have to…” He couldn’t say it.

“Uh huh,” Logan’s expression changed into a frown.

“No. Fucking. Way,” said Harper in disbelief. “How…what…who?”

Logan sat uncomfortably, shifting in his seat. He was nervous about divulging the information he was about to say but he trusted his buddy and besides, Harper already knew his secret.

A month ago, Logan, desperate for money to pay for school had resorted to doing gay porn. It was mostly receiving blow jobs and hand jobs. He occasionally had to fuck a guy but there was always straight porn being played on a laptop just off to the side while filming. He could watch it to stay hard while he fucked the dude under him. It paid pretty well for a few hours a week but nothing compared to today.

Harper watched his buddy let out a very deep sigh while he collected himself. After Logan’s first shoot, Harper remembered what Logan would need to do in this new job in order to make such a crazy amount of money.

Harper froze remembering what Logan told him: “There was this guy on set, straight, Gay-for-pay like me. Anyway, he told me that if you’re straight, act straight, are masculine and a top, you get paid more to bottom. Gay dudes get off on straight guys getting nailed. He bottoms and makes bank, $10,000 per shoot, more if he does three-ways or more. So, when they asked me, I thought about it for a long time. I was fucking torn, dude. That’s a shit load of money so I decided, what the hell, I’ve gone this far.”

Harper had been frozen with shock waiting for Logan to give more details. Logan was embarrassed, his eyes diverting from Harper’s shocked stare. Logan was the epitome of a red-blooded, American male. Tall, broad, muscular and a damn good-looking dude. He liked to hunt, fish, play football in the park, everything you’d think a country boy from Indiana, now in the big city, would like to do. The ladies loved him, flocked to him. He was charming but quiet. He looked good in anything he wore, even if he slummed it in an old ball cap, his shaggy, dark wavy hair that curled out from under the cap to his ratty old college t-shirt that clung to his plate-like chest and his bulging biceps. His ass was high, tight and bubble from years of squats and athletics. The man was a rugged, beautiful specimen. The last thing that would come to mind upon meeting him is that he does gay porn. Desperate times called for drastic measures. Harper thought if anyone could make it in gay porn it would be Logan. Hell, if he were gay, he’d try to get with Logan.

Harper blinked out of his frozen memory back to the present. “Who knew gay porn could pay this much?” Harper laughed nervously. He still tried to read his buddy’s face to determine if the experience inflicted any trauma. He still couldn’t believe his best friend had let another guy fuck him. He felt a little twinge of envy and not revulsion like he thought he would. He just kept thinking who confident Logan had to be in his sexuality to let another guy stick his dick in his ass. He wished he could be that confident.

“Right?” Logan agreed. “I mean, I knew I’d make enough to pay the bills, just let a guy blow me or fuck him in the ass, but this was….” He couldn’t finish the thought. He wasn’t quite sure how to explain it. He nervously rubbed his hands on his thighs while letting out a puff of air from his mouth that signified his loss for words.

Logan was thinking back to earlier that morning. Before he left for his shoot, he cleaned himself out. He did it exactly how he was told. The feeling was strange. Next, when he arrived, he was led into a private room where a guy told him to strip and bend over. The man applied numbing cream to his freshly smooth-shaven asshole and let it soak in. This was common for straight models who hadn’t ever had anal sex before. Once it took effect, he felt a dildo pressed to his ass and it was slowly inserted. It took forever for him to get used to it even though his hole wasn’t really feeling any pain. After he was prepped, the director pulled him aside to explain the scene and what he needed from Logan. He was nervous as hell and a little scared but all he could do was thinking of the paycheck at the end of the shoot.

Harper watched Logan’s blank face, knowing his buddy was trying to find the words. Harper wanted to help him out and act like it wasn’t a big deal his straight best friend had just gotten his straight tail reamed.

“So, are you going to keep doing it? Getting fucked by a dude?” Harper asked gently.

Logan shrugged, “I don’t know.”

There was awkward silence for a while. Each guy trying to figure out how to move ahead but waiting for the other do take the first step.

Finally, Harper sighed. His mind was reeling. He was stuck on a visual of his muscular buddy bent over getting his masculine ass fucked. He knew Logan was tough but now he wanted to know one thing.

Harper cleared his throat before proceeding, “Dude, what was it like? Did it hurt?” he asked quietly but with concern in his voice. He was still worried Logan might be traumatized. “I can’t fucking believe YOU got fucked by a dude.”

“I know, right?” Logan agreed again. “It was…weird. Strange,” Logan said as he nodded his head, still remembering the ordeal in his head. “At least they loosened me up beforehand.”

“Loosened you up?” Harper asked with a confused expression.

“Lots of lube. Stuck a dildo up my ass to get me stretched out.”

“WHAT? Dude.” Harper was surprised that the more Logan talked the more shocked Harper got. It was like a tidal wave of revelations and visuals.

“It wasn’t that bad. They put a little numbing cream on my hole so it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“You told me the bottoms douche themselves out…”

“Yeah, I did that too.”

“Damn.” Harper watched Logan think about his own words and what he wanted to divulge. He knew Logan and they were like brothers. They tell each other everything.

“And At least they paired me with a cool guy,” Logan said with a chuckle. “Straight guy too, good looking dude, really built. He knew what to do. He must have been doing this for a while. Not his first rodeo, for sure.”

“So, what did it…feel like?” Harper asked with hesitation. Did he really want to know? “You don’t have to tell me. I’m just curious.”

“Like I said, strange. Big muscular dude on top of me with his dick in my ass. I rode him first because they said it was easier for my first time. Doggie next and then missionary.”

Harper flinched.

“Missionary? Fucked like a girl, dude?”

Logan shrugged, “Yep, it was surreal, bro. They got me some poppers and then I was fine. But my ass hurts.”

“Poppers helped?” Harper asked.

“Oh, yeah. Relaxed me but also made me horny as hell. It took my mind off what was happening.”

“Well, look on the bright side, you’re going to get to pay off your car and pay for tuition.”

“True,” Logan nodded his head in agreement. “I’ll need to do it a few more times if I want to be debt-free.

“Dude, I have to say, I thought you were fucked up insane when you told me you were going to do gay porn. I seriously thought something was wrong with you, mentally. But now, it’s just surreal. Funny how life happens.”

Logan gave him an annoyed look. “You know what’s NOT funny? When you have a dude railing on your ass and calling you a bitch.” He punched Harper on the shoulder for making fun of him.

“Ouch!” Harper whined, rubbing his shoulder. “Sorry, asshole! Well, did he fuck you hard?”

“Not at first. But when he got warmed up and got me relaxed, he fucked me relentlessly. I thought he was going to break me in half and that’s saying a lot for a dude my size.”

Harper had to agree there. Logan was big and tall. Bigger than Harper but not too much more muscular. Harper played football on a scholarship and he was sleeker and ripped but had nice muscle size.

Harper took a swig of his beer and had another question pop into his head, “Dude, did you…cum?”

Logan hesitated before answering. “If you say a word about this to anyone, I will murder you in your sleep,” he warned.

“Dude. It’s me. Just tell me.”

Logan rolled his eyes before answering, “Yeah, I did. Even though I wasn’t turned on that much from it, he still fucked my prostate. Made me hard.” Logan was silent for a second and then as a throw away comment said, “He was a good kisser too.”

"He was a good kisser too,” Harper repeated more to assure himself he heard him right. “So, you weren't turned on, but you were hard enough to cum?”

Logan stared into Harper’s eyes. Logan’s face said, “Are you crazy?” Harper’s face said, “don’t bullshit me.”

With another eye roll, Logan fessed up, “Ok, fine. It was good. I mean, a hot guy who could kiss and know how to get me off…it was kind of…hot? I don’t know man,” he said with a frustrated shrug and a swig his beer.

Harper raised an eyebrow at the comment Logan just made about thinking another guy was hot and the sex was hot, and he liked it. He was seeing his buddy in a totally different light. Now, he had heard and seen everything he thought. He shook his head and knew Logan needed some encouragement and support.

“Geez, you are a brave son-of-a-bitch,” Harper said with a slap on Logan’s muscular shoulder.

“Nah, just broke and open-minded,” Logan laughed uncomfortably.

“Open-minded is an understatement. I just don’t think I could ever do it. Not even for that kind of money.”

“I need to take a nap,” Logan said after a yawn. “That dude fucked the energy out of me.”

“Cool. What do you have going on tonight?”

“Date,” Logan answered.

“Are you ever going to tell her?” Harper asked but already knowing the answer.

“Harp! It’s bad enough I told you!” Logan scowled at what he made clear was a ridiculous question. “Remember, what I said I’d do if you tell anyone. Even your girlfriend.”

“Hey, I haven’t told anyone. I’m scared of you,” Harper laughed as he leaned back putting his hands up in defense.

“You should be. I’d murder your ass.”

“Like how your ass was murdered today, I hope,” Harper quipped playfully wagging his eyebrows flirtatiously.

“Pretty boy, you’d like it too much,” Logan said with a wink. “Fuck!” he then yelled.

“What?”

“Ah, I got cum dripping out my ass,” Logan replied with deep frustration but also like it was normal and it happened all the time.

Harper froze again. How is this happening. His straight best friend had been bred by another straight dude. He didn’t even think to ask if the dude shot off inside of him. Harper looked at him strangely, “Yeah…good luck with that?”

The next morning Logan was awakened by a text. He felt like shit. He got trashed and fucked his girlfriend all night in an effort to erase from his mind what had happened that day. The sex was hot, but he couldn’t help but remember how hot the sex was with another guy. He kept thinking about it all night and became freaked out as he looked down at his girl and realized he had been in this same position as her only twelve hours earlier. He knew exactly what she was thinking every time his big cock slid inside her. He knew she felt the muscular weight on top of her and she liked it. He remembered the 6-foot-2, muscular, good-looking dude on top of him today and felt a shiver down his spine. Something about another masculine straight guy taking charge and using his body to get off. His girlfriend lay next to him and made an angry groan when the text came in.

He rolled over and grabbed the phone. It was from the film studio and they wanted to talk to him about another shoot. He texted back that he wasn’t sure about it. He hadn’t expected to hear from them so soon after yesterday. He must be a hit or something. He didn’t know how this thing worked. A guy he knew at school had been doing it and told him it made good money. Logan was just going to make a few bucks, pay some bills and then stop.

Only a few seconds past before he got a reply and it read simply: $15k. Logan’s heart dropped into his stomach. He froze. He didn’t know what to do. Another 15k within two days? He could pay a whole year of tuition. But then he realized that he would have to bottom again for that kind of money. He felt a twinge in his stomach, and he didn’t like it. It was a good twinge.

He heard a groan from his girlfriend. “Who the fuck is texting you this early, babe?”

“No one, just Tommy,” he lied. “Wants to know if I want to meet up later to watch football.”

“No,” she snapped. “Remember? You said you’d go shopping with me today.”

“Oh, geez,” he whined with an eyeroll. “I don’t want to go shopping.”

“You told me last night that you would!”

“I was drunk! I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying when I’m drunk!”

“You’re taking me shopping,” she said laying down the law.

“Fuck!” he barked towards the ceiling.

“What is fucking wrong with you, Logan? You’ve been acting weird this last month.” She paused and then pointed at him. “Are you fucking someone else? You bastard!”

“What? No,” he lied again. “What do you mean I’ve been acting weird? I’m the same as always.”

“No, you’re not. You’re distracted. A girl can tell.”

“Not too distracted to fuck you all night long,” he reminded her.

“Honestly, it wasn’t your best,” she said with a little passive aggression in her tone.

“What?” Logan sat up.

“You heard me. It wasn’t your best. You…you were trying too hard.”

“What the fuck does that mean.”

“I don’t know. You were trying new things. You know what I like but you kept going “off course”. You just seemed like you were trying to prove something.”

“That’s fucking ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You ever notice I do all the fucking work during sex? I do everything I can to make you happy and all you do is bitch about everything. For once, I’d like someone else to do all the work while I just lay there.” Logan stopped and suddenly wondered why he said that.

“Then maybe you need to find yourself a fucking boyfriend!” she screamed at him as she gathered her clothes off the floor.

“Go home!” Logan screamed back.

“I am. We’re done, asshole.”

“Thank God!”

As she exploded out the door, Logan replied to the text: I’m in.

Logan showed up a few hours later, cleaned out and freshly pumped from the gym. It was going to be another team up with the same guy from yesterday, Dustin. Fuck, even his name was hot, thought Logan when they were getting ready for the scene.

For the next couple of hours, Dustin threw Logan around the fake bedroom and fucked him in every imaginable position. It was awkward at first for Logan to be manhandled so easily. After a while he began to like it. Dustin fucked him with a swagger that told Logan the dude was fucking him just to dominate him. He got the feeling Dustin thought himself the better man, the more masculine of the two. But Logan saw Dustin’s muscular, ripped boy flex with power, and he liked how athletic it was and he didn’t care who was the more dominate.

Dustin got off on dirty fuck talk during sex. Logan was hesitant at first and actually winced the first time he was called a cunt. But the way Dustin said it, the way he spat and growled, it did something to Logan. It made his dick hard. He knew Dustin saw him as a conquest and Logan liked knowing conquering a guy like himself was something that would turn a guy like Dustin on.

Every kiss Dustin planted on him Logan received hungerly. He never knew kissing a dude could be so sexy. The kisses were rough, deep, passionate. He found himself moaning into Dustin’s mouth and wrapping his smooth muscular legs around the top’s waist and digging his heals into the small of Dustin’s hard lower back.

After the shoot had wrapped, the two men took a shower in the huge stone tile shower. They made small talk and complimented each other on their performances.

“Here let me get your back,” Dustin said as he spun Logan around and lathered up his broad shoulders and back.

“Oh, thanks,” Logan replied slightly taken aback. Dustin didn’t even ask him, he just did it.

“Damn, dude. Your back is insane. I felt it when I was doing you doggie,” Dustin commented as he pressed his soapy hands into Logan’s muscular back.

Logan chuckled uncomfortably. “Thanks.”

Logan felt Dustin’s big hands slide down to his ass and begin to knead his muscular butt. Logan closed his eyes and wanted to tell him to stop but couldn’t find the words. He liked the rough hands on his bubble butt.

Dustin leaned forward and put his mouth to Logan’s ear. “You have a very hot ass, Logan. It’s the best ass I’ve ever fucked,” he said seductively as he slid his finger down between the cleft of Logan’s ass and up to his hole. He pushed his finger into the plump, hard ass and Logan gasped. “You like it. Getting fucked,” Dustin stated as if reading Logan’s mind.

Logan moaned quietly. He didn’t want to admit it out loud, so he just remained quiet but docile. Dustin’s long finger drove up into him deep. He began to finger the fellow straight stud as Logan raised up on his toes as if trying to get away from the prying fingers but at the same time moaning like he enjoyed it. Dustin pushed him against the shower wall, the tile was cold against Logan’s muscular chest. He brought his palms up and pressed them against the wall for support.

“We don’t have to be working to fuck, you know,” Dustin told him as he continued to finger the tight hole. “No, I can take you anytime, anywhere, big guy. What do you think about that, Logan? You like that?”

Logan squealed inside his mouth behind closed lips. He felt the finger grazing his prostate and his cock was rock hard. He felt the finger slid out of his ass and then felt two arms wrap around his shoulders and two hands clasp together against his chest. There was sudden pressure as he felt the stud pull him back against his chest at the same time a thick cock slid up his ass. Logan groaned but didn’t fight it. He felt the power of the man holding him in place, taking him, fucking him like it’s where he belonged. The force of the rough fucking pressed Logan’s body hard against the tile.

“That’s right, bitch-boy Arch that back. Stick that ass out,” Dustin commanded with a smack of Logan’s ass. Logan arched his back and stuck his ass out and back as Dustin grabbed him at the waist and rabbit-fucked him fast and hard.

Logan was gasping and yelling with each hard thrust. He was moaning like a whore with his cheek pressed to the tile. He could see the reflection in the shower glass of his big, smooth muscular body, bent at the waist, pressed against the shower wall getting fucked hard by a muscular god of a man and he liked it. He liked it so much that he could feel a build-up in his balls and as he watched the erotic sight, he exploded a thick load all over the wall.

“Fuck, yeah, you hot fucker,” Dustin bellowed as he jammed his cock in hard, stopped and shot his load inside Logan’s incredibly tight ass. The masculine howl echoed loudly against the wet shower tile.

Dustin slid out and away. Logan stayed against the wall, breathing hard, catching his breath. Dustin had other ideas as he pulled Logan away from the wall, Logan’s back against Dustin’s chest. A strong hand reached around and grabbed Logan’s jaw, turning his head back and kissing the stud bottom, their tongues fighting for dominance inside their mouths.

Dustin then turned him and slammed his back against the wall and ravaged his mouth again. Hands were everywhere feeling hard muscle.

Dustin looked him in the eyes and said, “Love fucking your cunt, big man.”

Logan swallowed hard and continued the stare into the green eyes of his fucker. He was silent for a few seconds then built up the courage to say, “Fuck my cunt again.”

“Get down on the floor.”