Chapter 7
Doug
I’d expected stunned expressions. Travis, however, was staring at the image with a mixture of shock and envy.
“How did this happen?” Randy demanded. “And when? How come you didn’t tell us?”
“Well, if I had done, there would have gone my story for tonight,” I countered. “This was only a few months ago. And by the way…” I pointed to the phone. “The cutie whose ass is full of my dick? He’s the one arriving tomorrow.”
Jeff grinned. “Oh, this gets better and better. What’s his name?”
I reflected for a second or two before asking. “I know we usually have this whole change-the-names-to-protect-the-innocent deal, but there’s no point if he’s going to be here. His name is Austin, and we met last year when he came to the gallery to model for the life-drawing classes.”
Randy chuckled. “Just looking at him makes me want to take up drawing.”
“It’s one of many things he does to pay his bills. He models for photographers, he’s a circus performer—he’s an acrobat, before you ask—and he’s—”
“Flexible?” Travis suggested with a grin.
“Like you wouldn’t believe. He does burlesque too. He’s a very popular life model with a certain group of my buyers.” They chuckled, and I shook my head. “No, not gay men—rich women. I’ve seen the tips they leave at the end of each session.”
“You missed out an occupation.” Travis smirked. “He does porn too.”
“Question.” Jeff handed me my phone, then leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him. “If you’ve known this Austin for a year, why did it take you so long to get into his pants?” His eyes gleamed. “Not like you to waste time.”
“If you must know, I thought he was hot the moment he strolled into the gallery. He was twenty-three, all of five-feet-five-inches, with a mop of wild hair and eyes that always seemed to be bright and alert.” I’d been professional with him, the same way I was with all the models, but one day had changed all that.
I cleared my throat. “Okay, you need to understand something. When there are life classes being held in the gallery—there’s a room above, with lots of windows, lots of space—I don’t usually do much beyond walking around and offering advice. Mostly, I sit by the window, drink coffee, and do my admin on the laptop. Well, there was this one session where I… okay, I glanced at his dick. Not something I do generally, all right? That would draw the wrong kind of attention. But this time, yeah, I stared. And I realized he was sitting there with all these gorgeous women staring at his bod—and his dick looked as if it was asleep.”
“Do models get hard-ons when they’re modeling?” Randy asked.
“Occasionally there’s a chubby or two. But not Austin. So after all the ladies had left, I made a comment about it. I knew it was unprofessional, but I couldn’t help it. I thought he might have been shocked, but you know what he did? He grinned and told me the only person in that room likely to give him a boner was me.”
Randy snickered. “Subtle. I like it.”
I’d liked it too.
“That seemed to open the floodgates. It felt as though every time he was there after that, he’d flirt with me. Glances, brushing against me with his fingers, his arm… Innuendos that left little to the imagination. I tell you, guys, I was on fire.”
“And that’s when he made his move?” Randy smiled. “It stands to reason that you wouldn’t be the one to initiate something. That’s not in your makeup.”
I blinked. “You’re right.” Not for the first time, it overwhelmed me how well these guys knew me.
“So how did you end up starring in a porn video?”
I grinned. “Well, it went something like this…”
May, 2024
“You’re still coming over tomorrow evening?” I’d cleaned the apartment above the gallery about three times already, not that Austin would get to see much more than the bedroom and the bathroom. I’d been out and bought more lube, including the edible kind.
I had plans for that tight hole.
Well, I assumed it was tight. I’d only glimpsed it when he got dressed and undressed, and it was the prettiest, pinkest little pucker I’d ever seen.
“Yeah, about that…”
My heart sank.
He’s changed his mind. He got a better offer. He has to work.
“Something wrong?”
“The thing is, I have a job tomorrow, but my car died last night. It’s in the shop, and the guy there tells me he can fix it, but the part won’t arrive until later today, and he has a ton of jobs lined up before mine. So I’ll be taking several buses, and that means I don’t know when I’ll be done.”
“I’ll give you a ride,” I blurted.
There was silence at Austin’s end for a moment. “I can’t let you do that.”
“Why not? Tomorrow’s Sunday. The gallery isn’t open. Why do you think I said you could come over then? Unless this place is like four hours away, because that would suck big time. Eight hours driving might seriously affect my, er, performance, if you know what I mean.”
He laughed. “The place is about an hour from my apartment, but the bus service is pretty sketchy. That would be awesome, if you could. And I promise to make it worth your while.”
I smiled to myself. “I’ll hold you to that. So when will you need me?”
“They want me to start work at ten, but I’d need to get there before that, to do my prep, so if you could pick me up at eight? Seven-thirty would be better, but I know that’s early.”
“I’d be up by then, so no problem. But you’ve got me curious. What kind of prep do you need to do?”
He chuckled. “Tell you when we get there. I want it to be a surprise. And thanks, Doug. Now I need to find a way to show you how grateful I am.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I remarked dryly. “And if you don’t, I will.” I finished the call. That word lingered in my mind.
Prep?
A puzzle to be solved—and a hopefully hot fuck at the end of the day.
Sunday was shaping up to be a great day.
“You sure this is right?” I asked as we turned off the main road and headed along a narrow lane bordered by woods.
“Yeah. I’ve been here a few times.” Austin pointed ahead. “There’s the house.”
I pulled up in front of the double garage and switched off the engine. Mine was one of three cars already parked. All I could see of the house was a front door and a large window off to the right, its blinds drawn. Then the door opened, and a very tall man stood there, dressed in jeans and a dark gray tee.
“Whoa. He has to be over six feet tall,” I muttered as I opened the car door. Then I glanced at him again. He seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him. There was something about that strong jawline, those intelligent eyes…
“Six-foot-six,” Austin told me. He hurried over to greet the tall gentleman, then indicated me. “This is my friend, Doug. The answer to my prayers.”
The guy’s eyes lit up. “Well, hello there, Doug, and welcome. Please, come in.”
We stepped into a wide hall, and the first thing I noticed was the hum of chatter.
There are a lot of people here.
A desk sat in front of a fireplace, and a couch faced it. Then I saw a room toward the rear of the hall, lined with white curtains that made it so bright I had to squint—and a movie camera on a tripod, standing to one side. From the other side of the curtain came voices, engaged in some kind of technical conversation.
“Doug, this is…” Austin frowned. “What should I call you?”
The guy smiled. “Call me… Dr. Wolf.” We shook.
“You’re a doctor?”
“He was going to be,” Austin informed me. “Then he had a change of heart.” He grinned. “For which we should all be eternally grateful.”
Dr. Wolf glanced at his watch. “You need to go downstairs and get ready. Your scene is now second in the schedule, so you’ve got plenty of time. I moved it around when you called me about your travel difficulties. We haven’t gotten started yet. We’re just checking the light meters and the sound.” He flashed me a smile. “I’ll take care of Doug.”
For some reason those words send a trickle of heat through me.
Austin dashed through a door on the left, and Dr. Wolf followed. He led me into a long room with a kitchen at one end, a round dining table in the middle, next to patio doors, and a living room at the other, comprising an L-shaped gray couch and a brick-lined fireplace, a shaggy white rug covering the floor.
Four men sat around the table, drinking from paper cups, talking, laughing… Two of them appeared to be in their thirties or forties, and wore white suits, complete with shirts and ties. The other two were younger, maybe in their early twenties. They gave me a cheerful nod as I drew closer. One of the younger guys grinned as he looked me up and down.
“Ooh, tell me he’s doing my scene.” His eyes gleamed.
The older guy facing him raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
Young Guy grinned. “Can you say three-way?”
Before I could come up with any kind of response, footsteps thudded up the stairs from the basement, and a young man came through a gate into the kitchen. He halted when he saw me.
“Oh. Hi.” He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed that he was naked. He peered at Dr. Wolf. “I can’t find a belt.”
One of the guys at the table pushed back his chair. “It’s okay, I know where they are.” He rolled his eyes. “Newbies.” The two men headed down the stairs, the naked guy’s ass cheeks jiggling.
Dr. Wolf pointed to the couch. “Let’s sit here.”
I did as instructed, my mind in a blur. “I know I’m a little slow on the uptake at times, but… are you shooting porn here?”
Dr. Wolf smiled. “Yes. What gave it away?”
“And you do this often?”
He smirked. “You could say that.”
“Are you any good at it?”
Before he could reply, the other younger guy called out, “He only runs the world’s largest gay-owned porn network.”
Dr. Wolf laughed. “Well, that’s the goal. And I don’t run it on my own.”
“And it says World’s Best Gay Porn Network on the site,” the older guy added.
I glanced at my surroundings. “This is your home?”
He nodded. “I live here with my husband, our houseboy, and two adorable dogs.” He smiled. “It’s usually quieter, but you’ve caught us on a filming weekend. We shoot about six to eight scenes back-to-back in a day.”
“And would I have seen any of your stuff?”
He shrugged. “Depends. Have you ever subscribed to Boy For Sale , ScoutBoys —”
I erupted into a coughing fit, and he grabbed a tissue from a nearby box and handed it to me. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with a grin.
When I’d sufficiently recovered, I croaked, “ Now I know why you seem so familiar.”
“You’ve seen videos from those sites and it still took you this long to recognize me? Wow, you weren’t kidding.” Dr. Wolf chuckled. “You really are slow on the uptake.”
“I haven’t seen all that many,” I confessed. “Enough to know the names of the sites. And most of the times I saw you, I think you were naked.”
He leaned against the seat cushions, one arm resting along the back of the couch. “Doug, let me ask you something. Have you ever thought about doing porn?”
I snorted. “I think every gay man has thought about it at least once in his life. Except no one would want to see this body.” I gestured to myself.
“I do.”
I blinked. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am. I think you’d be fabulous.”
I glanced around once more. “You’ve got a camera on me right this second, haven’t you? This is a gag.”
He folded his arms. “I had a scene all planned for Austin, but meeting you has given me an idea. I was going to do my usual medical scene, but—”
“‘Medical’?” Dear Lord.
Dr. Wolf laughed. “It’s for the Fun-Size Boys site. You haven’t seen any of those videos?” I shook my head. “Well, I get a sexy twink in my office for a check-up. I note their height, their weight, I check their measurements, we do the cough and drop thing, check their prostate, and then I end up fucking them on my exam table.”
I bit back a smile. “And you do this with all your patients?”
He gave a wry chuckle. “Lately, I’ve added something. I do an ultrasound scan. The patient gets to watch my finger inside him while I stroke his prostate. Then I do it again, only this time he watches me fucking him.”
I gaped. “You can see your cock inside him?”
Another nod. “That’s the scene I was going to do with Austin. But now I’ve changed my mind.” He looked me in the eye. “I’d like you to be the one fucking him.”