Chapter 4
Jay
Ray and I arrived in Fort Lauderdale late last night. With the time difference between the West and East Coast, it seemed like a good idea to arrive a day early. The hotel we’re staying in is more upscale than our usual accommodations, and the room rate gave me sticker shock.
Leading up to the trip, Ray kept talking nonstop about how this was our ticket to the next level.
He’s focused on dollar signs, but I haven’t shared his enthusiasm, even though he thinks I should.
It’s been a constant argument, spilling into the car ride to the airport.
We barely spoke on the plane, and we crashed as soon as we got to the hotel, but the sniping continues this morning.
Stepping out of the bathroom after a shower, I’m met with a scowl. “Are you going to pout the whole fucking time we’re here?” he asks for the tenth time.
I breathe deeply before responding. “You know I’m nervous about this. I didn’t know I was going to be in a full-blown orgy with a bunch of guys I’ve never met, and you won’t even be in the room.”
Ray sprung this on me when we got here. Mac told him they only had room for one of us in the first session and needed a bottom. Without even asking me, he said I’d do it. I’ve never been in an orgy before. To say I have some anxiety about it is an understatement.
“You’ll be fine,” he snaps. “All you have to do is lie there.”
I answer with a shrug of my shoulders and get dressed. We don’t have to be anywhere until this afternoon, so to kill some time, we walk down to the beach before stopping at a nearby market to stock up on essentials for the room. We don’t need to eat out for every meal.
As we’re heading to the hotel, Ray gets a text from Mac. One of the guys’ flights was delayed, and now they might need him after all. The news visibly improves his mood, and now he’s buzzing with excitement.
Back in our room, we have just enough time to change into swimsuits before we need to head downstairs.
At the far end of the pool area, a group of guys is hanging out on lounge chairs, laughing and playfully teasing each other. There’s a spread of light snacks and drinks set up on a small table next to them.
As we approach the group, a guy in his mid-twenties, lean and muscular, with tattoos covering his arms and chest, stands up to meet us.
“Hey, I’m Mac,” he introduces himself. “And this is my husband, Leon,” he adds, pointing to a ruggedly handsome and tremendously fit man, who towers over him by several inches and is at least twenty years older.
Mac and Leon introduce us to the rest of the guys, and we settle into some lounge chairs to soak up the sun.
Everyone there is undeniably attractive and clearly in great shape.
I stay fit, and I’m decent-looking, but these guys are intimidating.
They quickly put me at ease, though, with their easy banter, making it simple to relax.
Most of them have known each other for years, except for Riley, another new face in the group.
After an hour of swimming and getting to know everyone, I’m sitting with Ray and Mac when Mac gestures to his phone.
“Hey, the guy who was delayed is going to make it,” he says. “Sorry, Ray, we won’t need you for this first session after all.”
A grimace flashes across Ray’s face before he masks it. “Oh, it’s fine, no big deal,” he replies, his tone tight.
He gets up, pulls me aside, and mutters, “I’m heading to the room for a nap. When you come up, don’t wake me if I’m asleep.”
That’s fine by me. Honestly, having Ray gone is easing my nerves. I’m chatting with Riley about our shared experience of being new to full-group filming and sitting on lounge chairs at the edge of the group when Leon joins us.
“Ready for this afternoon?” he asks.
Riley grins. “Absolutely. These guys are hot!”
Leon chuckles. “Mac attracts the best. I hear this is your first group experience, so feel free to ask questions. Communication is key. If anything feels off or painful, you can take a break and play cameraman for a while.”
“How are you feeling about it?” he asks me. “Sorry, we had to bump Ray. Aiden Fox is a big draw.”
I’ve never heard of him, but I couldn’t tell you the name of a single porn star. When I watch porn, I typically search for whatever suits my mood, scrolling through videos until I find something that excites me. It doesn’t matter who’s in the video as long as it turns me on.
I shrug. “I’m good. A bit relieved, actually, that Ray isn’t here. He can get jealous, and I wasn’t sure how he’d react.”
Leon raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t expect that. Most couples prefer to stay together in these situations. That’s not the case for you?”
“Not really,” I admit, watching his reaction.
Noticing that this conversation is turning personal, Riley excuses himself and heads toward the food table. Leon leans back, looking serious.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Leon asks.
“Yes,” I say, more excited than I expected. “I love sex. This should be a lot of fun.”
“Good,” he says, checking his watch. “I’d better get Mac out of the pool so we can start.”
Leon heads over and pulls his husband from the water, giving him a firm squeeze on the ass and a sweet kiss on the lips. I can tell they genuinely love each other. I wish I had that kind of relationship.
A few minutes later, the group gathers in a huddle as a tall man approaches us, a duffel bag hanging over his shoulder. Sunglasses conceal his face, and a baseball cap covers his dark hair spilling out around the edges, but something about him sparks recognition I can’t quite place.
“Aiden,” Mac calls, grinning widely. “Glad you made it.”
“Hey, guys. Sorry, I’m late. Mechanical issues with the plane.” He pulls off the hat and glasses.
The moment his eyes sweep the group and lock on me, my chest seizes. My heart stumbles, my breath catching in my throat. Standing in front of me is Aiden Amato—my childhood best friend, my first love, the only love that ever mattered. He holds every memory of my firsts… except one.
He’s different now. Taller and broader, his body is cut with sleek muscle.
The boyish face I remember has sharpened into firm lines and a shadowed jaw.
His olive skin glows with a deep tan, and a dusting of dark hair trails across his forearms and chest. He’s devastatingly handsome.
Yet his eyes, a deep brown flecked with gold, are unchanged. I’d know them anywhere.
I can’t stop staring. My mouth feels dry, and words are stuck behind the heaviness in my throat. Around me, the other guys greet him casually, giving hugs and slapping him on the back, clearly familiar with him. Slowly, I stand up as Mac leads him over.
“Aiden, this is Jay Taylor from Portland and Riley Johnson from Orlando,” Mac introduces us.
Aiden greets Riley first with a kiss on the cheek. Then he turns to me.
He swallows hard before speaking. “Jay. It’s been a long time. You’re the last person I expected to see here.”
Mac blinks. “Do you two know each other?”
“Yeah,” Aiden says, his eyes never leaving mine. “We went to high school together. We haven’t seen each other in years.”
“That’s awesome,” Mac replies, clapping him on the back. “Hopefully, you’ll have time to catch up.”
I manage, barely, “It’s… really good to see you.”
But before I can say anything else, Mac calls everyone’s attention to the shoot details. Aiden gives me one last look, his expression unreadable, then turns his focus to Mac.
I fix my gaze on him, my stomach twisting, as the weight of this moment presses down like a ton of bricks. An electric current runs through me, from my head to my toes, and my mind feels foggy as I try to concentrate on what’s being said.
“Alright,” Mac begins, “everyone’s good to go, collab contracts are signed, and everyone’s tests are negative.
Tops will be Carlos, Lorenzo, Aiden, and Leon.
Bottoms are our newbie, Jay,” he points straight at me, “Mr. Bottom Slut himself, Chad,” which earns a chorus of whoops and hollers, “our other newbie, Riley, and I’ll round things out. ”
“Dude, I’m gonna ride your ass so fuckin’ hard,” Carlos calls out, grinning. “Payback for last time. Get ready.”
The guys erupt in laughter and jeers. Leon eggs them on, clearly enjoying the way his husband takes the hits.
Mac just laughs. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t threaten me with a good time.
Bottoms, you’ve got an hour to prep. We’ll kick off with sucking dicks and eating ass, then it’s straight to the main event, cocks in asses.
Cameras are set, and roaming rigs are ready.
If you grab anything on your phones, drop me the footage later. Any questions?”
No one replies, and chairs scrape across the concrete as the group disperses. My nerves are taut as everyone leaves, and I’m hyper-aware of Aiden lingering behind. As the others head for the door, he steps in front of me.
“God, it’s amazing to see you, Jay,” he says, pulling me into a hug.
We used to stand eye to eye, but now he’s a couple of inches taller than I am.
The scent of cedarwood and clove clings to him, and beneath the expensive cologne, his body feels warm and solid.
I want the hug to last longer, but he pulls back way too soon.
“This is so surreal,” I say, looking up at him. “I’ve got a million and one questions.” It’s a line we used to say to each other.
He chuckles. “I was thinking the same thing. Not sure we’ve got the time for all of them, though. So maybe just one. What are you doing here?”
The question wasn’t the first thing I expected him to ask, but I go with it. “My boyfriend and I are expanding our OnlyFans content. What about you?”
“Well, I’m a bit of a porn star,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’ve been in the industry a long time. Started on OF a few years ago.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, and it’s not a monumental revelation that’s blowing my mind. “Not exactly where either of us pictured we’d end up, huh?”