didn’t know how bad I wanted to suck his cock, or how well I could do it, until we made this tape. I hope you can find a spot for me in your stable, sincerely, Tyler.”
To his shock, only two hours elapsed before he got a response. “Hi Tyler, be at our studio at 3 pm tomorrow, ready for an audition. Mark B.”
Holy shit! He thought of texting Nick right away but decided, no, what if they say no, you’re not good enough, not hot enough, not submissive enough, not something enough…I’ll wait, he decided.
The next day, shaking with excitement, he arrived at the Pirate Island headquarters South of Market, an old warehouse converted into loft offices and studios. The…normalness of the office surprised him. It was an old, funky, high-ceilinged open space, and the good looking guy at the reception desk didn’t blink when Tyler said, half questioning as if unsure it could be true, “I’ve got an audition appointment with Mark?”
He was led into a room with a wooden chair in front of a black backdrop. There was a man standing in front of a window, working with a camera on a tripod. It was dazzlingly bright outside and Tyler could only see his silhouette.
“Have a seat,” Mark said in a deep voice.
“Do you want me to take my clothes off first?”
“No, not yet. Let’s see how this goes.”
“Okay.”
Mark finished what he was doing and sat down. Tyler could see the video camera’s Record light blinking away. “I’m going to take some stills as well. Your friend is very talented, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, in a lot of ways. Great photographer, great chef…”
“Great lover?”
“Well, that was the first time we did anything. But based on that I’d say yes, wouldn’t you?”
Mark laughed. “Yeah, I would. So you asked him if you could suck his dick on camera?”
“No, he was just going to take pictures, some video of me posing, but…he’s so hot. I’ve wanted to do him for a long time. So I just asked.”
“Nice. Uninhibited.”
Tyler shrugged. “Well, I was inhibited for a while, never had the nerve to ask him, you know, if that was a possible thing between us.”
“But when the camera came on, you weren’t shy.”
“I guess not. I guess it made it okay, that it was for art, for work, whatever.”
“Do you want to do that with him again?”
“More than that! I want him to fuck me in the ass, man,” Tyler grinned. “You saw what he’s got there, right? I can get hard just thinking about that going up my ass.”
“He was pretty uninhibited on camera, too.”
“He loved it,” Tyler said, thinking about Nick watching himself on the viewfinder. “He could be a fucking porn star for sure.”
“Yes he could,” Mark said, and there was a strange note in his voice Tyler couldn’t figure out. “So let’s take this forward. Go ahead and take off your clothes.”
Tyler started to tear them off, then realized that even stripping was part of the audition. So he took his boots off, leaving his thick socks on, then opened his belt – the black belt he’d deliberately chosen because it was like Mitch Bradford’s in that video, and he let it hang loose.
“I love that scene where Mitch Bradford is slapping Jeff in the face with the end of his belt, warming him up.” He waved the belt around as if he had his own bottom in front of him, letting his face twist into a little sneer of satisfaction.
“Do you top?” Mark asked him, as Tyler unbuttoned his jeans.
“Sometimes, if it’s the right guy. A little guy you can just…you know, pick up and toss around. But mostly I like to bottom. Love to bottom, if the top is good at his job.”
“What does that mean, to be good at the job?”
Mark slid his jeans off, showing his black boxers with the skull and crossbones printed all over them, his little tribute to the Pirate Island logo.
“To not be…just standing there. To not just be thinking about moving your dick, but about your moving your hips, using your abs, using
To his shock, only two hours elapsed before he got a response. “Hi Tyler, be at our studio at 3 pm tomorrow, ready for an audition. Mark B.”
Holy shit! He thought of texting Nick right away but decided, no, what if they say no, you’re not good enough, not hot enough, not submissive enough, not something enough…I’ll wait, he decided.
The next day, shaking with excitement, he arrived at the Pirate Island headquarters South of Market, an old warehouse converted into loft offices and studios. The…normalness of the office surprised him. It was an old, funky, high-ceilinged open space, and the good looking guy at the reception desk didn’t blink when Tyler said, half questioning as if unsure it could be true, “I’ve got an audition appointment with Mark?”
He was led into a room with a wooden chair in front of a black backdrop. There was a man standing in front of a window, working with a camera on a tripod. It was dazzlingly bright outside and Tyler could only see his silhouette.
“Have a seat,” Mark said in a deep voice.
“Do you want me to take my clothes off first?”
“No, not yet. Let’s see how this goes.”
“Okay.”
Mark finished what he was doing and sat down. Tyler could see the video camera’s Record light blinking away. “I’m going to take some stills as well. Your friend is very talented, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, in a lot of ways. Great photographer, great chef…”
“Great lover?”
“Well, that was the first time we did anything. But based on that I’d say yes, wouldn’t you?”
Mark laughed. “Yeah, I would. So you asked him if you could suck his dick on camera?”
“No, he was just going to take pictures, some video of me posing, but…he’s so hot. I’ve wanted to do him for a long time. So I just asked.”
“Nice. Uninhibited.”
Tyler shrugged. “Well, I was inhibited for a while, never had the nerve to ask him, you know, if that was a possible thing between us.”
“But when the camera came on, you weren’t shy.”
“I guess not. I guess it made it okay, that it was for art, for work, whatever.”
“Do you want to do that with him again?”
“More than that! I want him to fuck me in the ass, man,” Tyler grinned. “You saw what he’s got there, right? I can get hard just thinking about that going up my ass.”
“He was pretty uninhibited on camera, too.”
“He loved it,” Tyler said, thinking about Nick watching himself on the viewfinder. “He could be a fucking porn star for sure.”
“Yes he could,” Mark said, and there was a strange note in his voice Tyler couldn’t figure out. “So let’s take this forward. Go ahead and take off your clothes.”
Tyler started to tear them off, then realized that even stripping was part of the audition. So he took his boots off, leaving his thick socks on, then opened his belt – the black belt he’d deliberately chosen because it was like Mitch Bradford’s in that video, and he let it hang loose.
“I love that scene where Mitch Bradford is slapping Jeff in the face with the end of his belt, warming him up.” He waved the belt around as if he had his own bottom in front of him, letting his face twist into a little sneer of satisfaction.
“Do you top?” Mark asked him, as Tyler unbuttoned his jeans.
“Sometimes, if it’s the right guy. A little guy you can just…you know, pick up and toss around. But mostly I like to bottom. Love to bottom, if the top is good at his job.”
“What does that mean, to be good at the job?”
Mark slid his jeans off, showing his black boxers with the skull and crossbones printed all over them, his little tribute to the Pirate Island logo.
“To not be…just standing there. To not just be thinking about moving your dick, but about your moving your hips, using your abs, using
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