Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Great. Xander will show you to one of the dressing rooms. Take a shower, psyche yourself up, and we’ll meet back here in half an hour with some other members of the crew.”
“Thank you, Mr. Long,” he said, offering his hand across the table. “I really appreciate this opportunity.”
“Ivan,” I corrected. “No formalities here.”
After shaking his hand, I nodded to Xander, who took Ryder off to clean himself up. Without even seeing him in action, I knew deep in my gut this kid would be part of our team by the end of the day. There was something about him. A confidence, an aura… yet also a sense of darkness hiding behind his eyes that compelled me to keep watching him.
Chapter One
~Ryder~
Ten months later…
“SURE, SWEETS. I’LL call you later.”
Hanging the phone up on Elle, I smiled. It’d been four months since I last saw her, and I was beyond ecstatic that she was flying in soon. Souls of the Knight had just wrapped up their farewell tour and Sawyer and Jake were arriving at their LA mansion tonight, with Elle and Kip following in a couple of days.
“You almost ready, Ry?” Gio, also known as Paul Pounder, called. We were shooting a scene together today – our first one. I’d wanted to pair up with him since I started here so I was sure I was in for a great afternoon. He was fucking hot; dark hair, olive skin, toned but not ripped…
That’s what I liked about this studio. We got to choose who we worked with, and if there was no spark, there was no scene.
“Just be a sec!”
I gave my hair one last tease with my fingers and then made my way out towards the set, dressed in my jeans and a polo shirt. When I got there, we had a quick recap with Ivan about the scene. Our stuff wasn’t scripted, there was no shitty acting or plumbers turning up to ‘service’ any dodgy boilers. Apart from a quick discussion about possible positions and angles, we were pretty much left to just fuck. It was just us. Real. Honest. Of course, we had to exaggerate some things, angle ourselves in a way that exposed what we were doing to the camera. Sometimes that needed pointing out to us, which was cool because you couldn’t always see where your arse was pointing, but overall, it was just two, or more, guys who found each other attractive having a great fucking time.
So like I said, we got a brief outline and today’s was toys and a flip fuck. We were in the back studio today, positioned on a bed made up with white linen sheets in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows set in the dark-grey brick wall, with furniture – wardrobes, nightstands etc. - dotted around the place to make it look authentic. Gio and I settled ourselves on the bed, and when the cameras started rolling we each picked up one of the toys lying on top of the pillows and started talking about them.
“Jesus, this is huge!” I said, laughing as I pulled The Spiral Master out from its box. It was a vibrating butt plug, shaped into a spiral with a small remote attached to the base.
“Well you picked it up so you get the pleasure of taking it,” Gio teased, winking at me. “Whereas this…” he said, holding the fleshlight proudly in the air. “This is all mine.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I want you to use it on me while I’m riding your dick.”
Smiling, I leaned over and started kissing him. Pushing him back on the bed we kissed fierce and loudly, removing our tops at the same time. When his chest was exposed I licked my way down his firm torso until I reached the zipper on his jeans. Lenny, on camera, moved in closer as I freed Gio’s dick and took him in my hand. Gio raised his arse off the bed while he wiggled out of his pants and I teased his balls with my tongue, licking the seam before drawing circles on the base of his cock.
“Fuck yeah,” he moaned, arching his hips. I kissed my way up to his glistening head and flicked my tongue against the sensitive flesh before taking him straight to the back of my throat. “Ah, yeah. Suck my fucking dick.”
I had to pause mid-suck a couple of times to look at Mark, our photographer, while he took a few shots. Once I was done giving him head, I removed my own jeans and kneeled in front of him so he could suck me too. It all sounds very mechanical and planned, which I guess it was to some extent, but that didn’t stop it from still feeling good most of the time. Inevitably, when you’d been filming for a few hours things could get a little monotonous and boring, but I can honestly say I’d never not enjoyed having a guy’s mouth around my dick no matter how long I’d had to go at it for.