“porn star”

I love the weather in LA, besides the fact that everyone once to be in the movies, the weather is simply divine. So thanks to my LA client, I get a gig at a film studio. I go through the doors and someone comes running up to me, telling me to be quiet. “They’re shooting!” I put down my massage table and like curiosity killed the cat, I had to see what was going on.

I turn the corner and I see a beautiful ass, with a huge cock fucking another slightly hairier ass. Well then! Cool. As I continued watching I couldn’t help but stare at this fuckin’ sexy top. He was bald with a beard, a beautifully sculpted body, the right amount of hair on his chest and legs, tattoos everywhere, nipple rings, a huge cock and just fuckin’ hot. I watched as he thrusted this younger punk. I usually don’t care much about porn but watching this guy fuck, I found myself pre-cumming, I longed to have him take my clothes off and wrap his arms around me. I longed to feel his skin, his scent, I wanted him to kiss me. I kept staring at him, at his face, his eyes were amazing. He had those eyes that made you believe that everything would be all right.

“Cut!” Someone whom I assumed was the director yelled. As I watched everyone clear the set I realized I had no idea where I’m supposed to meet this guy. I think his assistant had said his name was John. I waited and focused my energy on the porn star. I watched the makeup guy wipe down his sweaty back. My eyes continued going down his back and stopped firmly on his hairy ass. I wanted to floss my teeth in that hair! I was so focussed that I didn’t even hear my name.

“Mark? Hi, I’m John’s assistant.” As he went on talking, I looked right past him at that ass. He grabs my arm and walks me closer to the ass. As John turned around I’m sure he caught me looking at him. With a huge grin, he points to his dressing room and I go set up.

Well, you can imagine how I walked to his room, my legs felt a bit heavy. He walks in naked without a worry on his face and closes the door. “I should shower first” he points to the shower. I watched him through the glass as water poured down his body. He grabbed the soap and lathered his cock. He strokes it for a bit and starts to lather his ass. I could see him reaching inside and pictured him sticking a finger in his hole. As he continues to wash his ass I look down at my folded table. I think I need a cold shower. I take off my clothes and open the shower door. With that same grin on his face John grabs the back of my neck, he forcefully pushes me down and puts his cock in my mouth. I happily suck his cock. He forces all his nine inches inside me. I can’t help but gag. As I suck his cock he starts lathering my ass. I can feel the cold hard soap pierce my asshole. He forces the bar inside my ass, it started to burn. He turns me over and fucks me. Holding my neck I have a hard time breathing.

Needless to say, I still had to give him a massage. But as I left I thought of the way we fucked, we didn’t even kiss. I didn’t even look into his eyes. It wasn’t okay. It wasn’t good. It was a mechanical action with no emotion, no feeling, no touch. But the weird thing is I mostly found myself thinking of my black cowboy. Could it be true? Do white men lack swagger?

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