Perhaps it's just me, but I never tired of porn, either performing or watching. Sometimes I now got to help direct or edit, which I loved. Some shoots would take days to shoot, as the performers were expected to cum more than once, the first time with masturbating and oral, then by fucking. I liked to take part in these, though, while the top had to pull out for the money shot, I preferred to be bred. Mistakes sometimes occurred, in which case we had to come back the next day and do it again. All the filming was then edited seamlessly together into a 20-30 minute scene.
Jake, Antoine, and myself were asked to go to the National Exhibition Centre, near Birmingham, to do a catwalk for Versace. We were put up in the stylish Tri-Star hotel nearby. We asked if we could share a triple room, as we 'enjoyed' each other's company. We arrived the day before the show and had a dress rehearsal. Afterward, we took a taxi to the city to explore the gay life. We chanced upon 'Just for You' sauna, and thought we'd give it a try. It was very friendly, but being quite early, it was quiet. We paid and took the towel, we could at least relax and unwind, and if sex came along, it would be a bonus. We explored the dark rooms, where there was a little action, and then found the dungeon, with it's slings, chains and shackles. One poor guy was roped to a post and being whipped by a bear. Even with red lines across his bum, he still had an erection, not for me, pain and pleasure don't mix in my eyes. We left and went to a cabin. There, Jake and Antoine took it in turns to fuck me, swapping every couple of minutes until I was begging to be bred, which they duly did, leaving me to toss myself. We made our way back to the hotel for dinner and an early night. We had single beds, which didn't matter, as we were all satisfied, and we couldn't shag in the morning as we had to look our best for the catwalk. I love Versace. The quality, feel and cut of the garments made our life easy. Suits, casual, and underwear, which we 'fluffed' ourselves up for, making sure our dicks were at a nice angle.
Back at the hotel, we showered together in a large wet room. There, they took it in turns to take me once again, instinctively knowing when to swap over. My cum splattered on the tiles. We dressed, went for dinner and then a few beers.
Back in London, Zane had been busy. He had done a couple of wank videos, impressing with his cum shot, and now wanted to fuck on camera, but he wanted to do it with me, in the studio rather than on location. The producer decided on a scenario where he chats me up as a hotel receptionist (quite easy to arrange). He shows me to my room, where we embrace, undress one another and fall onto the bed. Zane must have been rehearsing this in his head, as he took complete control, and I was happy to follow. With us naked, he went down on me, then into a sixty nine. He turned me over and rimmed me, making sure the camera had a good view of his tongue on my hole. He replaced his tongue with one, then two and finally three fingers. He had learned to be very vocal and dominant, telling me what he was going to do to me, and how he'd fuck me till it hurt. With me spread-eagled on the bed, he positioned himself above me and rammed home. I cried out, not expecting him to be so rough. He hauled my ass up into the air and re-entered, slapping me as he pumped again. I didn't think I liked pain with sex, but it really turned me on, making me dribble precum. We were 20 minutes into the shoot. He turned me onto my back and did me missionary. I went to toss, but he slapped my hand away. I couldn't believe this was the same shy boy I once new. More spit on my hole, and he did me doggy. Suddenly, I just came, semen unexpectedly flowing out of me. he finally made a big show of pulling out, standing well back, and splattering a huge load over me. With the cameras off, he kissed me tenderly and apologised for being so rough, promising to make up for it at home. We dressed, and an hour later, watch ourselves on film. He was obviously right, and I found myself getting hard at our performance. The director congratulated him, saying he was a natural, and would get as much work as he could handle.
I took him to dinner, then home to the apartment, by which time, it was quite late. We turned in, cuddled together. In the morning, he brought me coffee and toast in bed. After I had finished, he took me to the shower and bathed me, clearly wanting to make up for the film, not that he had to. He could have had me there, but he dried me off and took me back to bed. It was still only 10 am. We spent nearly an hour just kissing and petting. he went down on me, licking and sucking my shaft and testicles, until I really needed to to feel him inside me. When we made love, it was with a gentleness I'd never seen in him, stopping to kiss, apply more lube, and remount, taking me every which way. We made love for another hour, before he pulsed a colossal amount into me, then sucked me to completion. We fell asleep. That evening, after dinner, he took me back to bed for a repeat performance. I didn't think my balls had anything left, but somehow he managed to coax me back into life, and make love to me again. I'd had quite a few guys in my young life, but Zane was easily the best, and most adventurous lover.
