your hands, your voice, getting your whole body into it. That’s why I love your videos, they’re not just…fucking undershots of dick in ass, dick out of ass, dick in ass, on and on and on.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“It could fucking be any dick, any ass, the same shaved dick and shaved ass over and over. I want to see the guy’s body, his face, I want to see what’s happening everywhere. Dick in dick out, dick in dick out…boring.”
“Good point.”
Tyler pulled his shirt off, proud of his hard bod.
“You’re pretty well built,” Mark noted.
“Yeah, everyone thinks I must be a top, because I’m built.”
“Maybe Nick thought you were a top, too. That’s why he never hit on you, either.”
Tyler laughed. “I never thought of that!” He pulled his boxers off to reveal his dick, hard and ready.
“Most guys are soft at this point.”
“Sorry about that, yeah, I get hard pretty easy. That’s good, right, for videos?”
“Definitely. Show the camera your ass.”
Tyler turned around and bent over the wooden chair, spreading his legs to make his ass the point of a perfect triangle. He knew it was a good one, knew it would make guys hard when they saw it on camera. The thought made him even harder than he already was.
“Okay, nice. Now I want you to go into the next room, and lay down on the bed there.”
Tyler’s blood pressure spiked. Holy shit, was he going to be in a movie right now? He stroked himself as he nodded his consent and lifted what he realized was a blackout curtain. It was a large room with nothing but a bed, a nightstand, and lighting and video equipment, wires trailing around the floor. This was the set of a real Pirate Island movie!
He could tell that there was a cameraman back there, with a large handheld, but the lights were so bright he couldn’t see what he looked like. He knew, though, from glimpses in various scenes, that at Pirate Island the cameramen were as hot as the stars, and sometimes served double duty.
Mark was behind him, too, but Tyler would have to have looked into the lights to try and see him. “We’ve seen you with someone you knew, someone you desired. We want to see how you’ll do in bed with someone you don’t know. Are you ready for that?”
“Hell yeah!” Tyler said, throwing himself face down on the bed.
Mark laughed. Tyler still couldn’t see his face, as the bright lights were still making him hard to see. “No, face the foot of the bed.” Tyler flung himself eagerly around, facing the camera, the lights, the doorway. He couldn’t wait to see who it would be.
Then he heard the rough, gravelly voice. “Who you got today for me, boss?”
Holy shit, it was Mitch Bradford!
Tyler looked up, about to tell the stud he was his biggest fan, but even as he opened his mouth, Mitch’s cock was in it, his pants already open and his dick half hard. Mitch was an expert face fucker, and knew from long experience with his massive cock how to open a bottom’s throat.
Even half hard, it was still big and firm enough to push past his tonsils and start stretching Tyler’s cavity. It was like an inflatable dildo that Mitch pumped up larger and larger. Tyler felt himself gagging as he got red and hot from holding his breath, but even as he tried to breathe Mitch put his big rough hand on Tyler’s nose, plugging it shut.
Then just as he thought he’d faint, Mitch pulled his cock out. “Yeah, good boy.” He pulled Tyler up, lifting him like a sack of potatoes as if to kiss him, but just as Tyler opened his mouth eagerly, Mitch spit in his face and slapped him hard.
“Fucking little bitch, you think you’re ready for this? You think you’re ready to be in a fucking Pirate Island movie?”
“Yeah! Hell yeah!” Tyler shouted, and Mitch only laughed at him. He thrust Tyler back down on his face and jammed his cock back in. Now it was like trying to take a full beer can down his throat. He bent over Tyler and shoved two fingers into
“What’s wrong with that?”
“It could fucking be any dick, any ass, the same shaved dick and shaved ass over and over. I want to see the guy’s body, his face, I want to see what’s happening everywhere. Dick in dick out, dick in dick out…boring.”
“Good point.”
Tyler pulled his shirt off, proud of his hard bod.
“You’re pretty well built,” Mark noted.
“Yeah, everyone thinks I must be a top, because I’m built.”
“Maybe Nick thought you were a top, too. That’s why he never hit on you, either.”
Tyler laughed. “I never thought of that!” He pulled his boxers off to reveal his dick, hard and ready.
“Most guys are soft at this point.”
“Sorry about that, yeah, I get hard pretty easy. That’s good, right, for videos?”
“Definitely. Show the camera your ass.”
Tyler turned around and bent over the wooden chair, spreading his legs to make his ass the point of a perfect triangle. He knew it was a good one, knew it would make guys hard when they saw it on camera. The thought made him even harder than he already was.
“Okay, nice. Now I want you to go into the next room, and lay down on the bed there.”
Tyler’s blood pressure spiked. Holy shit, was he going to be in a movie right now? He stroked himself as he nodded his consent and lifted what he realized was a blackout curtain. It was a large room with nothing but a bed, a nightstand, and lighting and video equipment, wires trailing around the floor. This was the set of a real Pirate Island movie!
He could tell that there was a cameraman back there, with a large handheld, but the lights were so bright he couldn’t see what he looked like. He knew, though, from glimpses in various scenes, that at Pirate Island the cameramen were as hot as the stars, and sometimes served double duty.
Mark was behind him, too, but Tyler would have to have looked into the lights to try and see him. “We’ve seen you with someone you knew, someone you desired. We want to see how you’ll do in bed with someone you don’t know. Are you ready for that?”
“Hell yeah!” Tyler said, throwing himself face down on the bed.
Mark laughed. Tyler still couldn’t see his face, as the bright lights were still making him hard to see. “No, face the foot of the bed.” Tyler flung himself eagerly around, facing the camera, the lights, the doorway. He couldn’t wait to see who it would be.
Then he heard the rough, gravelly voice. “Who you got today for me, boss?”
Holy shit, it was Mitch Bradford!
Tyler looked up, about to tell the stud he was his biggest fan, but even as he opened his mouth, Mitch’s cock was in it, his pants already open and his dick half hard. Mitch was an expert face fucker, and knew from long experience with his massive cock how to open a bottom’s throat.
Even half hard, it was still big and firm enough to push past his tonsils and start stretching Tyler’s cavity. It was like an inflatable dildo that Mitch pumped up larger and larger. Tyler felt himself gagging as he got red and hot from holding his breath, but even as he tried to breathe Mitch put his big rough hand on Tyler’s nose, plugging it shut.
Then just as he thought he’d faint, Mitch pulled his cock out. “Yeah, good boy.” He pulled Tyler up, lifting him like a sack of potatoes as if to kiss him, but just as Tyler opened his mouth eagerly, Mitch spit in his face and slapped him hard.
“Fucking little bitch, you think you’re ready for this? You think you’re ready to be in a fucking Pirate Island movie?”
“Yeah! Hell yeah!” Tyler shouted, and Mitch only laughed at him. He thrust Tyler back down on his face and jammed his cock back in. Now it was like trying to take a full beer can down his throat. He bent over Tyler and shoved two fingers into
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