THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Galen

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

PROLOGUE

For someone who had made his living out of sex, David Alan Johnson
hadn't had some in two months and counting. Okay, technically he
had sex with a client two hours ago. But that was his job, you
know. Sitting here, alone in the most shadowy corner of Club
Abracadabra, he listened to the guy performing and brooded as he
took an absent bite from his sandwich.

Like sex, his eating had also taken on a dull, lackluster note of
late. His daily actions seemed to be done out of habit now, just
because he had to and not because he enjoyed it. When had that
happened?

It happened, Dave hazarded, when his orgasms started becoming
routine and dull. When sex became yet another slapping on a piece
of rubber and getting down to the job of screwing a client
literally out of a few hundred bucks. He wasn't guilty, actually,
of the way he chose to make his living. He had the physique, and
somehow people found him irresistibly virile. At sixteen, down on
his luck, it seemed a good way to make a living. Now, at twenty-
seven, he was bored. Even sex was a bore. It was ironic - he had
more money than he'd dreamed of when he was a starving kid, but
what he could do with the money now no longer brought him joy. Not
even indifference.

As luck, or fate, or whatever, had it, crazy maverick Ethan Hawke
was discussing the latest controversial happenings in the New York
art scene. Dave didn't care for art, but his ears perked up when
he heard what Ethan was saying to a fellow sitting beside him.

"It will have actual penetration. The first gay art film outside
porno to have an actual penetration scene," Ethan was saying.

"I don't know. It sounds exactly like a pornographic film," the
other man was saying. "Even the script sounds completely porno.
The man is a hack, Ethan. I bet he ripped the plot off some porno
film he'd been jerking off to, and present it as some `art film'."

"But that's what I find devilish about the whole thing, man,"
Ethan said. "This may be a porno film, but look at what the
critics said about Von Triers' film and that French lesbian sex
film? They have actual penetration, but nobody gives shit about
that. This one will have the first actual gay sex on film, watch
the critics fall over themselves kissing this one's ass."

"Nope, I don't think so," the other man, whose identity Dave was
starting to be very curious about, said. "Have you read the
script, Eth? The other films you mentioned have one thing in
common: they're all about misery, women's misery that is expressed
via sex, sex, and more sex. This one has no misery, as far as I
can tell, just some fantasy segments that culminate in gay
fucking. This is a porn film, Ethan!"

"So?" Ethan asked drolly. "Why are you so worked up over it? It's
not as if we are financing the film, Freddie."

"Oh yeah." The other man - Freddie - said. "I used to be so easy-
going, damn, I'm turning into a worrisome, responsible old
fusspot. Okay, but Ethan, that man will bring our group down when
the crap hits the fan. We will still be ruined by association."

"Since when did we care what people think?"

"Since I started managing the finances. Like it or not, we need
people to sponsor us, and we need to remain in their good books."

"Freddie, if that's the case, I may as well work for the fucking
Muppets Theatre Company," Ethan said. "Fuck that. I'll get the
money. I always do, don't I?"

"You'll run out of gullible old people one day," Freddie murmured,
lifting his glass to his lips.

"With my charm, never," Ethan said. "Don't worry. Alfonse may be
one of our board members, but nothing else of our name is attached
to that porn flick."

"So it is a porn flick."

Ignoring his friend, Ethan shrugged. "And if it does well, we'll
grin if the praises overspill onto us. If it doesn't, hey, no harm
done anyway, right? Alfonse can always see if some adult
distributor is interested."

"It is a well-written porn fantasy," Freddie conceded. "Now if
they can only find two decent porn actors who can actually A-C-T
and speak the pretentiously philosophical lines well, this film
may actually do some business."

"Trust you to see the best side of things."

"When money's involved, I always do." Freddie smiled. "So, how's
the audition? Alfonse hanged himself in exasperation yet?"

"Almost."

Dave leaned over the seat and tapped Freddie's shoulder.

"Can you tell me where and when I can audition for this porn
flick?" he asked.

"Who the hell are you?" Freddie asked back.

Dave didn't know why he wanted to audition. The last thing he
wanted was more dull occupational sex. But still. he had nothing
better to do. And he was bored.

Ten minutes later, he had his directions.




ONE

Day One

Galen Gering was nervous, more nervous than any other time he
could remember in his life. For the millionth time he wondered if
he was doing the right thing. As he watched the camera and set
crew set things to order in preparation of the shooting of the
first scene, he felt butterflies in his flat washboard stomach. It
was strange, this fear. He was used to this. He was a porn actor,
after all.

Technically, he was, although he hadn't been in any movies for
over a year now. He wanted to go clean, and do something that
needed more than his cock and ass for once. He was pretty good in
drama, and while he was offered several small roles in some
daytime soap operas, he wanted more. He craved respect. Maybe this
movie would give him some respect, maybe not.

But waiting tables was hard on his ego, and his pretensions of
grandeur had to wait. And this, a throwback to his old job,
offered easy cash.

Today's scene was one where he would play the reckless, willful
men sold to slavery to some Middle-eastern Sultan. Nothing he
hadn't done before, which only made him wonder just how much
`artistic credibility' this movie was going to have.

Look at the bright side, he told himself. If this was a porno
movie, it would be his first star billing in one.

His grin faded when he saw the man playing his lover in all four
scenes walked in. The man was tall - six feet three, maybe - and
average looks, but there was something about him that made Galen
think of sex. Erotic, scorching sex. Galen tried to remember his
co- star's name (Dave, he thought) and tried to lick his dry lips
as he looked at the man. Even though Dave was clothed fully in
jeans and a hideously bright red shirt with black vertical
stripes, he walked and moved in ways that seemed to make his shirt
mould to his torso, accentuating the well-tapered muscular build
of the man. Everything about Dave was arousing, even those light
fur that peeked from the collar of the man's shirt.

Dave didn't have to shave, as strictly speaking, this wasn't
supposed to be a porn film. Galen was glad, because his fingers
itched to touch those fur, to feel those muscles on Dave's chest
to feel if they were hard as they seemed.

This time, he realized, filming a sex scene with his co-star
wouldn't be much of a difficulty at all. He was already hard as a
rock in his pants, his cock a burning brand of lust-hardened flesh
throbbing along his left thigh in the constricting confines of his
jeans.

And Dave stopped before Galen. Galen felt as if the world had
stopped turning, and he pressed his legs together in newfound
modesty. He wasn't ashamed of his cock, no. he was just afraid
that Dave would look at him and found him wanting. Which was
ridiculous, with his chiseled, rugged mixed Latin looks that had
gotten him into hot trouble more than once.

"Hi. I'm Dave," the man said, a devil of lust incarnate whose
grin, while logically normal, seemed like the sweetest onslaught
on Galen's senses. "I've never done this before."

"Really?" Galen thought they hired porn players - like he - for
this.

"Yeah. I mean, I've performed for audiences before, but not on
camera."

"Oh, don't worry. You'll get used to it. It's pretty impersonal,"
Galen said, even wondering if he was lying. No way could he
behaved personally with Dave, not now when Dave was clothed and
standing him and Galen wanting to beg him to take him now and
then, and certainly not when Dave was above him, the man's cock
buried deep inside Galen. "And if you lose your hard-on" - again,
a possible impossibility where Galen was concerned - "they'll have
someone - a guy or a gal, your choice - to blow you back to full
mast."

"Okay. That's a bit more information that I ask for." Dave grinned
and went down on one knee so that their eyes were level. Galen
fidgeted on his seat as Dave seemed to look right into his soul.
"I won't disappoint you."

"It's just a job," Galen said, his voice low and husky despite his
best attempt to mask his desire.

"Yeah." Dave looked down, and Galen wondered if, maybe hoped it
was so, whether his erection was showing. "I haven't enjoyed sex
in a while now, and I haven't initiated any fucking outside
business for months."

Galen swallowed. "Yeah," he said stupidly, not knowing what to
say.

And he jumped when Dave's hand moved between his legs, those long,
elegant fingers closing around the thick, rounded outline of his
erection along the inner line of his left thigh. "I think I will
like this job," Dave almost purred. And he spread his legs,
allowing Galen to see that his lust wasn't just one-sided. The
reciprocation was there - an almost grotesquely huge bulge
throbbing between Dave's muscular thighs.

The silence was broken when Dave stood up. He carelessly adjusted
his erection and winked at Galen, who was still struck dumb in his
seat. "I've to get ready for the first scene. See you later,
Galen."

Galen could only nod.



The opening scene of the movie had Dave, playing an unauthentic-
looking Middle-Eastern monarch. If Dave didn't look anything
remotely Middle-Eastern however, the audience wouldn't probably
care. Not when he walked in wearing nothing but a traditional
headgear and a loose, long robe that was fastened only by a sash
around Dave's waist. As he walked, the robe parted and swished
around his thighs, allowing the audience a teasing, occasional
glimpse of the dark pubic region of the man.

To save cost, Alfonse Amerro, the only person on set who insisted
that what he was directing was high art, had decided to commission
some really ersatz set of a Middle-Eastern harem. Gaudy red
curtains and tacky-looking pillars framed a floor covered with
pillows and furs, upon which seven young, pretty twinks cavorted
and writhed in an orgy of kisses that would put a Bel Ami
production to shame. They were supposed to be new slaves waiting
for the Sultan's initiation. Or something.

This was cornier than hell, Galen thought, watching from the
camera crew area. Art his ass, Alfonse must be smoking crack when
he thought up this "art".

Galen crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, all derision
forgotten as the cheesy soundtrack faded into the background in
his senses. Dave was watching him. no, at the mass of writhing
tangle of beautiful limbs. No, at him, Galen realized with a
start. Dave's eyes were right at his, and as Galen watched, Dave
unclasped the sash, letting the heavy robes fell down his body and
back. The quiet gasp that broke free from Galen followed the sight
of Dave's gloriously muscled body, almost flawless in its
sculpted, sinewy perfection of fluid, bronzed muscles, corrugated
abdomen, and tight thighs that ended high on round, hard buttocks.
The chest and stomach were liberally dusted with fine, dark hair,
the wide yet sparse thatch on the chest tapering to almost
disappearing down that groove that bisected those washboard abs,
only to reappear in a thicker triangle of pubic fur that framed a
thick, flaccid cock that almost hung below his heavy ball sac.

And as Galen watched, and Dave watched back, that cock of the
latter started to harden. Like a hooded cobra awakening from its
slumber, the thick cock slowly straightened, blood filling its
expanding veins to render it rigid and proud. Galen bit his lower
lip as his own cock followed the lead, fast filling until Galen
thought he would explode out of his own jeans. He spread his legs
as wide as he could, but there was no relief - none, unless. Galen
looked around him, and found that like he, everyone was hypnotized
at the sight of Dave's filling erection, now standing full and
high at its highest angle, thrusting proudly way past Dave's
navel.

Already one of the boys on the ground was crawling towards Dave.
Dave let the robe fell to the ground behind him, spreading his
legs like a deity receiving blessing, the blessing that was the
blond boy's mouth eagerly closing over Dave's cock. Dave slowly
lowered himself onto his knees, even as another boy - a dark-
haired lad looking rather like a long-forgotten child actor to
Galen - climbed over the hungrily sucking blond boy to kiss Dave.

Galen couldn't tear his eyes away from the subsequent orgy. Dave
was kissed, he kissed, he was sucked, and he sucked and jerked off
and touched. Galen's own hand unzipped his pants, and let his
fingers closed around his heavy, swollen cock as it fell out hard
and erect from his pants opening.

Dave has had enough. He wanted more. And now, the lucky boy whom
Dave had been fondling and showed an obvious preference too was
taking the position, on the furs on his knees and hands, his
buttocks high and his body slightly quivering with anticipation.
Galen envied that boy even as he knew soon he would be in that
same position. Oh, he couldn't wait. his fingers gripped his cock
hard as the boy gave out a loud, definitely unforced scream of
pleasure when Dave gave it to him.

Galen ran his fingers along his cock, squeezing his tip and
feeling the pearly drop ooze from his slit as he watched that
thickly- veined cock of Dave's feeding itself inch by splendorous
inch into that boy's quivering anus. Dave's stomach clenched in
taut muscular splendor as the man began to fuck the boy hard, not
even caring for the boy's whimpers of pain-pleasure.

Galen didn't know how long he stood there, slowly playing with his
cock as Dave took one, and another, and all seven boys on the fur.
After the third boy, Dave's cock and the region around his crotch
and thighs were red from the bruising fucking it had given, and
the mat of fur was tangled with ass and seminal juices. But that
cock and Dave showed no sign of flagging in their unwavering
stamina. He kept taking and fucking the boys, one by one, until
they screamed for mercy, their own cocks ejaculating beautiful
creamy fluids onto the furs until the whole room stank of man
fuck.

Something snapped in Galen as Dave pulled his cock out after the
seventh boy fuck for the prerequisite ejaculation shot. As he
watched Dave arched his back, every muscle in his stomach and
thighs in taut tension as that cock in his right hand throbbed,
seemed to harden further. and exploded in a glorious fireworks of
semen after three heartbeats, Galen felt his own breaking, and he
shuddered as warm semen of his own exploded forth, wracking him in
pleasure as his hands spilled over.

Dave was watching him come. He didn't say anything, but before he
reached down to kiss the boy under him, he mouthed a deadly
promise to Galen. "You're next."




TWO

He was a slave. Galen hated his corny slave collar, but that was
all he was required to wear, unlike the ridiculous toga-like wraps
of his "captors". He had a trickling of "blood" down his chin, and
he was suitably mussed and looking roughed-up for this scene.

He was pushed roughly onto his knees and made to bend forward to
look at the floor.

"White slave for your majesty," the slaver said in horrendous
accent no respectable Middle-Eastern man would use.

"Let me see him." Dave's voice, low and rich, sent tingles of
pleasure up Galen's spine, and his cock twitched in anticipation.

The slaver pulled his head up by painfully gripping his hair, and
Galen was forced to look up at the glorious masculinity of Dave up
close - this close - for the first time. Dave was wearing that
ridiculous headgear again, but this time around, he forgo the
sash. His robe hung open, exposing that delicious erect cock just
inches away from Galen's salivating mouth.

Dave reached down and cupped Galen's chin. "Beautiful," he
murmured.

Galen lost it. It wasn't in the script, but he reached out and
gave that thick, bloodshot red cockhead a wet lick. Already Dave
was spilling delicious wet precum, which Galen licked with
vigorous enthusiasm.

"Easy, you'll have it later," Dave said, gently pushing Galen
away. "Take him to the bath and get him ready for me," he told the
slaver, who then pulled Galen away.

Time for the next scene. Galen licked his lips, still tasting the
salty virility of Dave, and tried to steady his heartbeat. Soon,
Dave promised. Galen couldn't wait.



Two slaves washed him in the pool. Galen closed his eyes and let
the hands cleaned him. In the warm water, he was slowly being
aroused by the touch of those two, who soaped and cleansed every
inch of his skin, even the erect cock of his, one man even pausing
to wipe a warm cloth along the slit.

All three were nude and unheeding of the water spilling over the
massive raised pool onto the floor. Galen moaned when he felt one
man's fingers moving between his legs and roughly up his anus,
scrubbing the raw flesh inside clean in preparation for Dave. And
that slave pressed himself against Galen's back, letting Galen
feel his muscular pectorals and those two hard male nipples that
burned onto Galen's flesh. The other slave now leaned forward to
feast on Galen nipples, his hands feeling and kneading Galen's abs
and chest as his mouth started sucking on the erect bud. Galen's
knees buckled, and he almost fell were not for the two slaves
sandwiching him. Fingers plunged and rubbed inside his anus,
fingers kneading his balls and jerking him off, fingers rubbing
Galen's oozing precum all over his cock head, and fingers driving
Galen almost out of his mind in an orgy of sensations: burning
pleasure, tingling madness, painful ecstasy.

With a growl, he pushed the slave in front of him off him and
roughly took the man, his cock forcing itself up the man's anus
until the slave cried out. Galen felt the slave behind him move,
and his own anus parted willingly to accept that thick cock now
penetrating him. He looked up, saw Dave standing by the pool,
aroused and smiling at him, and then down at the slave's back, the
man's muscles tensed as he tried to accommodate to Galen's
thickness and length. It wasn't easy - Galen wasn't a porn actor
for nothing if his dick wasn't anything less than huge.

His lips opened when Dave stepped into the pool, his legs
carefully spread wide over each side of the slave being buttfucked
by Galen, and closed over the thick smooth cock crown Dave
offered. As he sucked, he was in heaven. He was fucking, being
fucked, and he had a cock in his mouth, the fucking biggest cock
he'd ever had. As the waters churned with their thrusting hips,
the room resonated with their throaty moans and the slapping
sounds of wet flesh meeting wet fevered flesh.

As shootings went, this scene went down amazingly well.



Dave kissed Galen an hour later. This time they lay on a bed of
furs, in a room designed to look like a sultan's boudoir. Galen
lay back, feeling a nervous trepidation despite his experience in
this as Dave moved his huge form over Galen and between Galen's
thighs.

"You're mine now," Dave whispered only for Galen's ears.

Galen shuddered and his cry was swallowed by Dave's kiss just as
Dave took him. "Mine," Dave growled, and his cock split Galen open
like nothing ever could before. Galen tried to spread his legs
wider and lifting his groin, but he was pinned down by Dave's
weight and that cock was like a fucking baseball bat up his ass.
But Dave was gentle - slowly, he eased himself out inch by inch,
until Galen's burning anus registered its loss and clamped hard on
Dave. Slow thrust, shallow and tender, as Dave kissed the tears
from Galen's eyes, and Galen couldn't help but to respond. The
pain was there, but oh yes, the pain was now ebbing, to be
replaced by a wild explosion of pleasure as Dave touched him as he
fucked him. Fingers on his shoulders, chest, teasing his nipples.
lips on his, whispering promises that the pain would leave and
Galen would feel pleasure.

As Dave increased the depths and speed of his pumping, Galen
arched his back, urging him on. Galen wanted. needed. ah, this,
yes, this - Dave so deep up him, touching this aching need so deep
in Galen that each rough thrust of Dave's cock burned and sent
painful spasms of pleasure up Galen's spine. He buried his head in
Dave's shoulders, clinging at those wide and powerful muscles as
he was banged and fucked out of his brains in the ride of his
life. His anus burned in protest, his nerves frying as each coring
of that cock stretched him open to the hilt. But he loved this, he
fucking loved this - being taken, being filled so completely that
he was whole, oh fuck, yes, yes - he bit down on Dave's shoulders,
tasting the blood that flooded his mouth. He felt Dave's shudder
of pain, heard his approving groan, and felt Dave's final, hard
thrust, so hard that he lifted Galen and pushed the man back a few
inches up the fur bed, and so hard that Galen felt his hip bone
vibrating with the crack of impact with Dave's.

Then Dave was coming, spilling his delicious creamy juices into
Galen's burning insides. Galen cried, he did, tears running down
his face as Dave kissed them and the pain away.

"Cut! This is amazing!" they heard Alfonse say.

Maybe they didn't, as Dave continued kissing Galen, now at the
mouth, their lips and tongues dancing in a duet of writhing
passion fast rekindling. And this time, Galen pushed Dave back
onto the furs, Dave unresisting, his hips wide spread willingly as
Galen moved between them. Only when Dave gave a pained cry that
Galen broke their kiss and looked down at Dave's pained face in
concern.

"It's been too long," Dave said between harsh breaths. "Don't
worry - I'll get used to this."

"You'll love it," Galen told him.

Dave did.



Galen sighed and pulled the dressing gown tight around his body.
Taking a grateful sip of hot coffee, he sat back in his room and
eased his body, so used and broken by Dave in the filming today.
The room was icy cold, without decent heating despite Alfonse's
promises that it would be fixed by this evening.

"Come in," he said to the knock on his door. "Dave," he said with
relief/joy/nervousness when he saw who just walked into his room.

"Hi. Just wanting to see if you're okay," Dave said, sounding
nervous himself.

"I'm okay. Just cold, but coffee helps. Here." Galen filled
another cup and passed it to Dave.

Dave put the cup aside. "Tomorrow we will be filming another
scene."

"Yeah." Galen looked at the other man.

They both didn't know what to say to each other, really. Finally,
Dave just pulled off his shirt. To Galen's look, he just said,
"Look, I don't want to sleep alone tonight, not when you're next
door. And no sex - we can save that for tomorrow. I just want to
hold you."

Galen tried to suppress the unfamiliar warmth spreading in his
chest at Dave's words. "It's cold," he said. "I could use some
human warmth in bed."

"Yeah."

Dave was a great pillow, Galen learned. The man was all hard
muscles, but the skin was soft, with the warm thatch of down on
the man's chest providing the softest of cushioning. They didn't
fuck, but Dave did pushed all of his hard cock up Galen's anus to
the hilt, and in that position, Dave's front pressed to Galen's
back and his cock buried deep in Galen's body, they slept their
first night on set together.




THREE

Day Two

"You came up my ass last night," Galen said, walking out of the
shower that morning. "From the amount, I'd say twice."

"Maybe I fucked you in my sleep," Dave said, shrugging. "I do that
sometimes, without even me knowing. Sorry."

"No, that's okay." Galen playfully threw Dave's briefs at the man.
"Get cleaned up, my friend, we will have to start shooting soon."

Friend. Dave grinned at the word. "Yeah. What's for breakfast?"

"Depends on what the chef is cooking." The chef was also their
cameraman, and judging from yesterday's meals, an atrocious cook.
"But I have asked someone to get us some McDonald's breakfast."

"Perfect." Dave walked into the shower. "Galen, can I sleep with
you every night while we're filming?"

The request made Galen's day, it really did. "Sure," he said,
trying his best to sound nonchalant.

And Dave's mischievous wink was all the answer he needed. Humming
happily, he started to pull on his shirt.



Galen normally wouldn't pick up hitchhikers. But today was
different. Dave, the hitchhiker, was clad simple white cotton
muscle shirt under frayed brown denim jacket and faded blue jeans
indecently tight. He tried to drive, trying not to notice the
thick cylinder of flesh along the thigh of Dave's raised left leg.
Or the way the rain had caused the slightly wet shirt to soak
Dave's chest like a second skin.

The rain became too heavy, and Galen suggested that they stopped
at the nearest possible stop - a motel.

Which was where Galen was now, drying his bare chest with a towel
as Dave walked in, wearing only his low-clinging jeans.

"You miss a spot, here," Dave said. He was going out of script. He
didn't care.

Neither did Galen. "Where?"

"Here, let me do it." Dave took the towel and started rubbing the
long length of Galen's back. "Thanks for giving me a ride."

They were supposed to have small talk, and then Galen would walk
to bathroom to bathe. Dave, however, pulled Galen onto the bed
before Galen could move to the bathroom. "Fuck the script," Dave
said when Galen mentioned the script.

"If I get fired."

"I'll pay you the money then," Dave shot back.

"Damn you."

"I'd prefer `Fuck you'."

Dave pushed Galen down onto the bed, and his hand easily
unfastened the man's jeans. Galen wanted to say something, but he
couldn't when Dave's mouth found his cock. Ooh. slowly, slowly. oh
yes, like that, as Dave licked the slit slowly before lavishing
the smooth domed crown with his rough tongue, pausing only to
tease the sensitive cock head with little nibbles of his teeth.
Galen heard someone come towards them, but he couldn't move or
react, not when Dave was so good at fellatio. not when.

The world went black.



Galen came to consciousness what seem ages later, and Dave's
concerned expression was the first thing he saw. "You okay?" the
other man asked, his large hand absently rubbing Galen's right
cheek. "You're supposed to be feign blacking out, not do the real
thing and scare the shit out of me."

"You scared?" Galen tried to rise, but Dave pushed him gently back
down.

"Fucking hell I am." Dave ran his hand along the back of his hand,
a charming gesture of worry. "You okay?" he asked again.

"Yeah."

"I'll ask them to give you some time off - "

"No, sex with you will make me feel better."

Dave grinned. "That good, huh?"

Galen let his legs stretch around Dave and run the heel of his
right leg gently down the sensitive groove between Dave's butt
cheeks. "I think I can use some of that wholesome fucking of yours
right now."

Dave was already more than willing, as his cock had now fitted
tightly against the folds guarding the entrance into Galen's anal
sheath. The teasing wide tip forced Galen to open slightly, and
Galen wanted to arch his hips to make that man slip in deeper, but
Dave's hands on his hips forced him to stay down.

"Okay, action!" they heard Alfonse call.

Galen for the first time took hold of his surroundings. They had
changed the set of the motel room slightly to form a darker room
that was supposed to be a coven hall. Oh yeah, he was supposed to
discover now that Dave was actually the high priest of some cult
dedicated to sex and unearthly worship, and he was supposed to try
to escape but in vain.

Sixteen tall, hulking dark-skinned men stood around the furs he
and Dave were lying on, each sporting huge erections, their tips
already shiny with lubrication. For a moment Galen feared that
they would take turns on him, and those huge cocks would rip him
apart in a non-stop gangbang, but Dave's calm reassuring embrace
steadied his nerves.

Lights, camera, action.

Dave moved up Galen's body, straddling the man gently until his
cock was brushing against Galen's lips. Galen's mouth opened
gladly, and that thick shaft forged down even as Dave's mouth
closed over Galen's cock. They moved in rhythm, tasting each
other's cock, in a slow, sensual dance of thrusting hips. Galen
was intoxicated in the scent of Dave's sex, his lips mouthing and
caressing every curve and arching thrust of Dave's penis until he
felt the man's answering spasm.

Rich, heady cream flooded his mouth, and Galen choked, tried to
swallow as the enormous penis in his mouth pumped its salty fluids
down his throat. And then Dave was pulling away from Galen's
mouth, but before Galen could mourn the loss, Dave was lying his
body across Galen, their muscular bodies burning each other as
Dave kissed Galen, his tongue lapping at his own juices from
Galen's mouth. As they kissed, drinking and sharing Dave's spilled
juices between them, Dave's still hard cock unceremoniously nudged
at Galen's entrance and then pushed in.

Galen didn't know if he cried out. When he looked, the men
surrounding them were now jerking themselves off in a synchronous
rhythm that seemed in pace with the muted groans of the men
coupling on the floor. Dave's hips slammed into Galen's hip arch
with each thrust, and each thrust caused Galen to cry out with
pleasure. The first rain of creamy semen caught him off-guard,
splattering onto his face. He looked up, and saw, in awe, the
ejaculation of the man standing right above his head, a copious
raining of delicious semen to splatter onto Dave's heaving back,
onto Galen's face, onto Galen's hungrily searching tongue. More of
those men came, drenching them both with fluids of their virility,
and Galen licked them off Dave's shoulders, drunk on the salty
taste, hungering for more even as his anus clamped hard on Galen,
urging the man to flood him with the man's virile juices.

Dave's rough, warm tongue licked Galen's face clean, and he too
started cleaning Galen's shoulder and chest as he continued
banging his cock into the man. Galen's heated, wet grip on his
cock was like a vise, driving his balls to burn beyond control,
and then he was coming, scorching Galen's insides with his
thundering climax.

Semen rained on them as the silent watchers continued masturbating
themselves, and Dave murmured, "It's not over, Galen," even as his
hips resumed its fuck rhythm. Galen held on for dear life, and
prayed he would survive this.




FOUR

Day Three

"I quit," Galen announced, walking into the set. "I can't take
this anymore."

"What?" Alfonse looked up from his reading. "You can't do that!
You have a contract."

"Yeah, sue me."

"What's going on?" Dave asked, walking into the room.

"I'm quitting," Galen said.

"Okay, so do I," Dave said.

"What?" Alfonse exclaimed.



"Why are you quitting?" Dave asked later as he toyed with Galen's
hair.

"I'm getting out while I can. I'm starting to get too attached to
you."

"So? You think I'm not getting too attached to you?" Dave winced
slightly as Galen climbed off his now flaccid cock. "I don't want
to do this without you. You make me feel alive again."

"And you, Dave, do the same to me." Galen closed his eyes wearily.
"You're a whore, I'm a porn actor. Think we'll last?"

"Why not?" Dave asked back.

Galen shrugged. "Good question."



EPILOGUE

Dr Matthew Broderick was a mild-mannered man. He was rarely
stunned into silence. Well, today was a rare occasion. He stared
at the TV screen, tilting his head when the couple on the screen
started a rather complicated position.

"Good, huh? Gay porn at its finest," his partner Ethan said,
sitting on the couch beside Doc.

"I'm speechless."

"Alfonse is always an improviser. When those two announced that
they've had it - and I don't blame them - Alfonse decides to scrap
the artistic vision he had and took what's left to make a gay love
story instead."

"This is a gay love story?" Doc asked, incredulous. "All I see is
nothing but sex." He bit his lip. "Great sex," he admitted. His
own hormones were slowly going overheated by the movie, as well as
the presence of the man beside him. Ethan had a way of making him
go out of control even by his mere presence. He unbuttoned his
first two button and yanked at the tie. He was still in his office
suit.

Ethan grinned, knowing what Doc was feeling. "Well, Alfonse says
that this is a story of two men who meet at a porn set, fall in
love, and walk out for some sweet romantic love. I've met Dave and
Galen though, and they will be the first to scoff that they're in
love. More like new friends who just couldn't take their hands off
each other. Anyway, it's working. There's a fierce bidding war
between the main adult film distributors for this one."

"Oh yeah." Doc couldn't say anything more. He turned, grabbed
Ethan by the man's shirtfront, and pulled the man down for a
hungry kiss.

Ethan was, as always, glad to oblige Doc in every and any whim Doc
had and ever desired.
