Chapter 8
Doug
I stared at him. “Me?”
Dr. Wolf smiled. “Before you ask me again, yes, I’m being serious. I have two ideas for how the scene could go. Do you want to hear them—or should I stop here?”
There was always the possibility that I’d regret saying it, but…
Fuck it.
“Tell me.” I could hear him out, right?
“Well, my first thought was a father-and-son scene, where—”
I held my hand up. “Wait—a dad… and his son? Okay, that’s a hard no.”
Dr. Wolf didn’t appear perturbed by my refusal. “It isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, I know. And it doesn’t appear on the Fun-Size Boys site, but on another one for people who do like that kind of scene. The figures showing how many subscribers that site gets might surprise you.”
“What’s the second idea?”
“I bring my trainee nurse into the examination room. That would be you, in scrubs.”
“You have scrubs?”
He laughed. “Doug, we have everything. So this is how I see it. I bring you in, and Austin is my last patient of the day. We’ve already met, several times, and I know he hasn’t come for a check-up. I show him the ultrasound, we play around with it, me fingering him… and then I notice your boner. I get you to drop trou and fuck him, while we all look at the screen where we see your cock filling his hole.” He leaned forward, hands clasped between his knees. “Well? What do you think?”
I had to fight the urge to adjust my burgeoning erection.
He grinned. “Oh, you really like that idea, don’t you?” He cocked his head. “Have you and Austin ever—”
“We were about to,” I interjected. “This evening, actually.”
“And then he asked you for a ride.” Dr. Wolf’s eyes twinkled. “Well, now you can give him another ride.”
It was a lot to take in, and I was trying not to let my dick do all the thinking.
“No one is asking you to make a career of it. It’s a one-time deal, and yes, you can say no.” He gazed at me. “Worried about public opinion?”
“Maybe? I run an art gallery. I don’t suppose it’s likely any of my regular buyers would see it.”
And so what if they did?
It was then I realized I was trying to talk myself into it.
I smiled. “I’ll do it.” My heart hammered, but I put that down to the excitement and anticipation warring within me.
Dr. Wolf beamed. “Great.”
“Do I have lines?” Lord, I hoped not. I’d sucked in high school when they’d cast me in a play.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll feed you your lines as we film. And perhaps this is where I tell you filming porn is a slower process than you might think. We don’t just put you into your positions, say ‘go’ and then start shooting. It’s stop-start all the way through.” He peered at me. “Still want to do this?”
I nodded. “It’s something I may never get the chance to do again.”
Dr. Wolf stood. “Then right now you need to get ready. I’ll show you to the bathroom, and while you’re showering, I’ll find you a set of scrubs.” He chuckled. “Austin is going to be one very happy bunny.”
It wasn’t exactly how I’d imagined our first time together would be.
I was excited, nervous, apprehensive, and hard as a fucking rock.
“Okay, stop right there.” Travis stared at me. “If you’re going to tell us what happened, we don’t want to hear about all this stop-start business. I don’t want to hear all the directions—I just want you to tell us what went down.”
“So you don’t want to know about the three sets of cameras that were filming, the guy taking photos, the camera men standing all around us while we—”
“No, I don’t.”
“Or the part where I had to show him my test results, and share the fact I was on PrEP, and—”
“Goddammit, just give us the edited version,” Travis ground out.
I glanced at the other two. “I’m guessing you’re with him?”
Jeff chuckled. “Whatever you tell us, I’m gonna be playing it in my head like a movie, so bear that in mind while you’re spinning this tale.”
I rolled my eyes. “You could always watch the damn thing if that’s what you want.”
He shook his head. “The sexiest organ in the human body is the one between the ears. Let me picture it how I want.”
I shrugged. “Okay then. If there are no more interruptions…”
May
I shook hands with Austin after Dr. Wolf introduced us, then stepped back to sit on a chair. The cameras were already rolling, and I did my best to ignore them.
Dr. Wolf squeezed Austin’s shoulder. “Okay, you know what we’re doing today. I’ve got the ultrasound ready, so if you just wanna take your clothes off…”
Austin popped off the exam table and began disrobing, handing me his shirt and jeans to fold and place aside. All that remained was his underwear. Then Dr. Wolf bent down to kiss him, moving his hand sensually down Austin’s front and under the waistband where he fondled Austin’s dick.
Watching them, hearing the sexy little whimpers falling from Austin’s lips, seeing his cock grow in Dr. Wolf’s large hand until it pointed toward the ceiling, listening to the cute moans when Dr. Wolf lowered Austin’s briefs before brushing a finger through his crack…
My shaft was like granite.
Dr. Wolf lifted Austin and sat him on the exam table. “Lie back.” The tablet for the ultrasound stood on a smaller table, and he turned it so Austin could see it. Then he removed Austin’s briefs and tugged him by the hips until his ass rested on the edge of the padded table. He pulled out metal stirrups in which Austin rested his heels. Finally, he squeezed clear gel onto the head of the transducer, then held it vertically, pressing against the skin above Austin’s pubes, tilting it slightly until he was happy with the angle.
Dr. Wolf pointed to the tablet. “Okay… that right there is your bladder. Can you see that?”
Austin craned his neck. “Yeah.”
I was fascinated by the grainy image, the dark space that was Austin’s bladder…
Oh my God, I’m really seeing his insides.
This was wild.
“And below your bladder… that’s your prostate. And below that is your hole.” Dr. Wolf wiggled the transducer until he got a clearer image. He raised Austin’s rigid cock with two fingers, then let it smack down against his skin. “Well, you’re turned on.” He glanced at my crotch. “And so are you, it seems.”
I shifted on my plastic chair, my dick tenting my scrubs.
Dr. Wolf reached into a drawer in the exam table, and removed a bottle of lube. He squeezed some onto his finger.
“Okay, watch the screen.”
Both myself and Austin watched the ghostly black-and-white image as he stroked Austin’s prostate with the tip of his finger. Austin moaned, his eyes closed.
“Does that feel good?” Dr. Wolf asked him.
“Oh yeah.”
I couldn’t help myself. I stroked my cock, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight on the screen. The image was grainy but I could make out his finger moving inside Austin.
“This turning you on?” Dr. Wolf asked me.
As if I could hide my arousal. “Yeah.”
“Then drop your scrubs and get over here.”
I got up from my chair, shoved the dark blue scrubs past my hips all the way to my ankles, and stepped out of them. I walked over to where Dr. Wolf stood, my fat cock jutting out. He reached down and gave it a few gentle tugs, and damn , my shaft reacted, stiffening even more.
“Fuck, that’s huge,” he said in a low voice.
Coming from a guy who saw as many dicks as he did, that was one huge fucking compliment. Of course, he might have been saying it because we were being filmed.
I knew which version I preferred to believe.
I took the bottle of lube, slicked up my shaft, and pressed the head of my cock to Austin’s glistening pucker. I eased into him, wanting to enjoy the sensation of penetrating his tight warm body.
Seeing my dick inside him on the screen was both fascinating and distracting as hell.
I rocked back and forth, watching as the head nudged his prostate, keeping my movements slow and steady. I observed how his prostate moved on the screen, pushed by my cock. I gripped Austin’s ankle, holding his leg high as I picked up a little speed, our groans synchronized.
I stared at the screen. “Looks so hot going inside you,” I murmured.
Speaking of hot, I had to take off the top half of my scrubs.
I curled my hand around Austin’s cock and worked it while I moved in and out of him, gathering speed. Austin grabbed hold of his calf and that was it.
I let go.
I forgot about Dr. Wolf and focused on Austin, driving faster into him, while the table creaked and Austin whimpered. On the screen, it seemed as though my ghost-cock was punching into him, slamming into him, and our low cries increased in volume and frequency. I thrust as deep as I could, hips rolling, electricity zapping through me, my balls high and tight.
“Gonna come,” I groaned.
“Come inside him,” Dr. Wolf instructed, and that was the hottest direction ever.
I shuddered as I shot my load, and on the screen I saw it, a blurring of light that spread itself around the head of my dick. Austin expelled a heady moan, and I filled him to the hilt, stilling inside him, feeling every throb of my shaft as the last drop pulsed into him.
Slowly, so slowly, I withdrew, and watching my cum trickle from his loosened hole was awesome. I eased my finger back into his ass, then stared at the screen as I massaged his prostate.
“Your turn,” I murmured.
Austin nodded, grabbed his cock, and worked his shaft, propelling himself toward his orgasm. I rubbed my thumb over his taint, never ceasing my internal massage, feeling the shivers multiply as he got closer, closer, closer…
When he came, creaming his hand, his body tightened around me, and it was the most delicious sensation. He pulled me down into a kiss, moaning into it, and then Dr. Wolf took his turn.
Once the cameras had stopped rolling, the set had been cleaned, and I was back in my own clothes, the whole episode took on a dreamlike quality.
Did I really do all that?
Dr. Wolf patted me on the back. “That was amazing. Any time you want to do it again, just call. I mean it. You were awesome.”
My face grew hot. “Thanks, but I don’t know about that.”
“The offer’s there.” He glanced at Austin. “Now, do you want to stay and do another scene? I know you’re not on the roster, but we can always fit you in. We’ll get you home later, or you can stay here tonight.”
Austin met my gaze. “If it’s okay with you, I think I’ll go home.” His eyes twinkled. “I have a date tonight, after all.”
Warmth flooded through me.
He could have earned himself more money—and yet he chose me.
Austin waited until we were alone. “I can’t believe you said yes to this.”
“It seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Why would I say no to that?” I gestured to the cameras. “Is this something you do often?”
“It pays the bills. Plus, I have an OnlyFans page where I upload stuff I’ve recorded on my phone.”
I stilled. “Stuff? You mean, you have sex with guys and you film it?”
“Yeah, all the time.” He cocked his head to one side. “You sure you still want to spend tonight with me?”
I smiled. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He beamed. “Great. And maybe we can do this again—without the cameras this time.”
“What about your phone?”
He chuckled. “No phone sex, I promise.”
I thought about it. “You don’t have to go that far.”
Austin grinned. “You’ve gotten a taste for this, haven’t you?”
“I wouldn’t put it like that. But it’s occurred to me I’ve never made a sex tape. Just… don’t put it online. Can it be for you and me?”
Austin stepped closer and put his arms around my neck. “I think we can arrange that.”