SEVEN HITS! Get Your Ass Ready! (13 page)

There was Tyler, on his knees before Nick and his camera.
“Let’s give ‘em a real audition tape. So tell me why you want you want to be a Pirate Island porn star.”

As Tyler unbuttoned Nick’s shorts onscreen, he unbuttoned his own as he watched from the bed.
“Well, I love dick. I live for dick.”
Onscreen, he unzipped Nick’s shorts and pulled them down, revealing.

He turned his face to the camera on the nightstand. “Here it comes, that big fucking dick of yours. I need a bigger TV, man, to show it off. To fill up the room like it filled me up.” He pulled his dick out and started stroking it, slowly.

““I love the look of dicks and the feel of them, soft skin and hard flesh. I love it when you pull down a guy’s underwear and… you get this,” he smiled at the camera before opening his lips and putting them around the head like a baby on a nipple.

“What else you like,” Nick asked, his voice lower now.

Tyler put a hand on the base of Nick’s tool. “I like it when a man puts his big hands on me and pushes all of himself into me. I like a man who takes charge and stretches my throat. Stretches my limits.”

“You like that, Nick?” Tyler said, not looking back at the camera now. “You like seeing what you do to me?” His dick was rock hard now, and he slapped it a few times to get it to bounce around for the camera.

“Fuck,” Nick whispered. “Good cocksucker. Really good. All this time I never knew.”

“Here’s my favorite part,” Tyler said. “Where you come onscreen in all your face fucking glory.” He was taking long, leisurely strokes now, drawing it out, knowing from multiple viewings exactly how long he had before Nick’s onscreen orgasm.

Nick grabbed Tyler by the ears and aimed his cock at his face, stabbing at it, deliberately missing his mouth, smacking his cheeks, his eyes, his jaw with his big swinging dick before finally stopping, aiming, putting the head of it right on Tyler’s lips. Tyler opened wide and Nick rammed it in

He nearly choked instinctively, but repressed it, gagging a little but not coming off it. “Fucking choke on it,” Nick whispered. “That’s what you want those Pirate Island dudes to do, don’t you? Form a fucking line and take turns pumping cum into you, both ends at once.”

“That’s what you want too, ain’t it, buddy? You want to be there when it happens…you want to be behind the camera. You want to be pushing that lens right in my face like it’s another cock for me to suck.”

Tyler nodded enthusiastically, reaching up and putting his hands on Nick’s ass to push him deeper down his throat.

“Yeah!” Nick laughed. “That’s it, do the fucking work, bitch. Fuck yourself with my cock.”

“Here it comes,” Tyler said just as Nick said the same thing onscreen.

“Let’s see you take that load for the camera.” Nick dashed to the camera and hit the zoom in button, then came back and turned to watch himself stroking it on the viewfinder, watch Tyler’s open mouth waiting for the load.

Tyler stroked himself faster, then, just as Nick grunted
“I got a big one for you,”
and started to shoot his load, Tyler matched him, nearly to the second, two geysers shooting at once.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hips bucking, blown away by the hotness of Nick’s massive load pumping and pumping into Tyler’s onscreen mouth.

Finally, spent, he watched Nick go over to the camera and lean down into it, his beautiful knowing grin as he said,
“Whoever’s watching this, you gotta give this a try. Fucking worth every penny.”

On the bed, Tyler turned to the camera and said with a smile. “The man’s right. When you coming over, Nick? When we gonna give up this game and do this again?” And then he reached over and pressed Stop.

Tyler put more creative energy into this project than he’d probably put into anything, he realized. But the prize was so clear, and so close, it was worth every ounce of effort. Over the next few days, camera in one hand and dick in the other, he filmed himself jacking off in a video booth at Folsom Gulch, under the Golden Gate Bridge, in a dark alley one night behind a dumpster, in the park while furtive men watched and touched themselves, darting away when he flicked the camera in their direction, laughing at their shyness.

About two weeks in, he was out at the bar and saw Nick across the room. Well, really he
felt
him first. It was the old primal brain at work, the prey sensing the eyes of the predator on him. He turned and saw Nick across the crowded bar, staring at him.

Tyler smiled and moved to approach but Nick held up a hand.
No.
Tyler grinned even wider now – he knew what it meant. If he got within striking distance of Nick right now, Nick would have him down on his knees blowing him. More importantly, he laughed to himself, he would lose the bet.

Nick held his gaze, dark and hot and boiling with frustration, and then in addition to the hand he held up, he held up two fingers on the other as well.
Seven days,
was the message.
Then you will pay.

It wiped the smile off Tyler’s face. He swallowed, and nodded. All the cock he was going to take onscreen for Pirate Island meant nothing…the real torture would be what Nick would do to repay him for what he’d done to him for two weeks now, and another week to come.

The day before his film shoot, Mark Blackbeard called him. “So are you ready for tomorrow?”

“Yes, sir, I sure am.”

“I hear you’ve been saving yourself for us.”

“Well…”

Mark laughed. “Well, for Nick. You guys have some amazing chemistry.”

“Yeah, I think so. Is he going to be…working tomorrow?”

Mark paused, letting Tyler suffer a moment. “Working behind the camera or in front of it, you mean?”

“Either one.”

“He’ll be there,” was all Mark said. “We have a different set tomorrow. You know the old Folsom Creek Hotel?”

Tyler thought of the old building with the broken neon sign, its lobby windows blacked out. Someone said the place had gone into foreclosure, or something. “Yeah, it’s right on Folsom down by Folsom Gulch. I thought it was closed.”

“I own it now. We’ve remodeled it a bit for our purposes. Your movie will be its debut as a Pirate Island set.”

“Nice,” Tyler said. What would they need with a whole hotel, he thought?

Tyler showed up at the Folsom Creek Hotel the next afternoon. He was about to knock on the front door when he heard the familiar “unlocked” buzz. He pushed and the door opened.

The lobby looked the way he expected an abandoned 1930s hotel would look, with an old, busted-down green couch, a big dead plant, a faded mirror behind the check-in desk, most of the mirroring worn off. The one thing that did surprise him was the bits of drywall on the worn out carpet, its spiral designs barely legible. So someone had been doing some work in here, he thought.

There wasn’t anything to see down here, and he thought about taking a seat on the couch, but then he thought, they know I’m here, and they didn’t come get me, so… He headed up the big old staircase to see what he could see.

That was when he saw it, crudely spray painted on the wall along the stairs – a Jolly Roger and the words PIRATE ISLAND HOTEL.

When he got to the second floor, he saw a room with an open door. As he got closer, he realized the room didn’t have a door…that none of the rooms had doors. He looked in the first one and saw a bed with an old iron frame, a nightstand, a chair as beat down as the couch in the lobby, all probably original to the hotel. No bathroom, just a sink. There was a big, new mirror on the wall next to the bed, and several big bottles of water on top of the nightstand.

Besides the mirror, the other addition was the TV mounted on the wall – a 60 inch flat screen. He looked around for a remote but couldn’t find one until he looked in the drawers of the nightstand…where he also found a big ass bottle of Astroglide, and a brown bottle of poppers, the real kind.

He smiled and pointed the remote at the TV, but before he could press a button, a movie came on in the middle of a scene – naturally, a Pirate Island production. The sound was off and he left it off for now, wondering if the clicker even worked or if it was all remotely controlled.

He decided to walk down the hall and see who else was here. He looked in each of the
doorless
rooms and realized they were all pretty much the same, all equipped with the same TV on the wall. It was an old hotel, no doubt – the rooms had never had their own bathrooms, just a sink and a mirror.

He found the shared bathroom, or the space the old one had been in, half way down. No door here either. This space had been remodeled; the whole thing was gleaming white – a white sink, one white stall with a door, and three white urinals.

At the end of the hall he heard the sound of running water. As he walked towards it, he looked up at the old light fixtures and realized that there were little security cameras up there.
Curious, he ducked into another room and looked up. Sure enough, there were cameras in the corners of the rooms, and, he realized, a webcam in the TVs.

“That you, Nick?” he asked out loud, looking up at one of the cameras. No answer, of course.

He went back to the sound of running water. When he looked in the second to last doorway, he saw that two of the rooms had been gutted, and remodeled into a shower area, with light grey slate tiling and gleaming chrome fixtures, including waterfall shower heads. And cameras, no doubt, discreetly hidden behind the wall of mirrors that circled the room. One of the showers was running.

Tyler took this for a sign. He took his clothes off and threw them in an empty room. There was a towel next to the room’s sink. He wrapped it around himself and went back into the shower area – not out of shame at his nudity, but because he knew the towel looked hot on him, would look hot on camera, like a jock on his way to the gym shower.

In the shower room, he hung the towel up on a hook and put his hand under the stream of water from the already-running head. The temperature was perfect. Someone had already been in here and set everything up perfectly. Maybe even Nick, who he knew was here somewhere, watching his every move on a monitor.

He soaped himself slowly, carefully, spending lots of time on his ass, arching his back to show it off, looking in the mirrors to make sure the spotlight was falling on his rump. This probably wouldn’t make the final cut, he knew – Pirate Island movies were all about getting’ straight to the fuckin’. But maybe there’s be a spot on the DVD for it in the extras. And if not, well, then it was a private show for Nick.

When he was cleaner than clean, he wrapped the towel around his waist again. When he came out, he saw the guy standing in the doorway across the hall, leaning against the frame, wearing only a pair of gym shorts.

This was a new guy he’d never seen in a PI video. He looked…dirty. Street trash, with dark messy hair, a scarred face, a cruel slash of a mouth, thin, almost skinny body. Tyler could see him in a hairnet, working as a dishwasher, or as a janitor, something like that...the guy nobody noticed or looked at, kind of ugly, but when he looked at you, the smoldering lust, the intensity of it, would shock the hell out of you.

And he’d know, too – he’d know what you wanted. This guy sure as hell knew what Tyler wanted. He had all kinds of tats, demons and skulls and shit like that, and JAKE in big gothic letters across his chest.

Tyler didn’t nod, didn’t say anything, just held his eyes as he walked past him into the room. He could feel the heat coming off Jake as he squeezed past, brushing his ass against the man’s hip. He walked to the bed, dropped the towel and opened the nightstand drawer, where he knew that just like every other room, he’d find a bottle of lube, full and ready.

Jake didn’t move, just turned his head to watch as Tyler got on his knees on the bed, facing the TV, and started lubing up his ass. Then he bent over, face down, ass up, and waited, his pulse fast but steady.

Jake turned around then, walked in till his cock was at Tyler’s eye level and pulled it out of his shorts. “Holy shit,” Tyler whispered.

Tyler loved to waste time on Reddit.com, and one day he’d found a subreddit called MassiveCock
, where guys showed off what they had for the world to admire and desire. And they were fucking massive, too. Big ass tools, sometimes in GIFs where the guys stroked it or slapped it around or just flexed it for the camera. This guy belonged on
MassiveCock…his dick
was all out of proportion to his skinny body, as if the weight of his enormous hard-on could tip him over. It must have been 10x7, for real.

He didn’t have much time to think about it after that, because it was in his mouth, down his throat, popping it open like a jimmy in a lock, filling his head with cock. Jake had one hand on the base of his dick, keeping it steady, and the other on Tyler’s throat, clearly getting off on feeling his cock with his hand through the meat of Tyler’s neck as it moved in and out…well, not out.

Tyler welcomed every inch of it, his face getting scratched and scraped by the prickly hairs at the base where Jake’s pubes had been shaved, as a hand on the back of his head made sure not an inch, not a centimeter of cock was left exposed to the air.

In the distance he heard voices. Feet on the stairs, shouts, men’s voices, low, rumbling, laughing, more showers coming on.

Jake pulled out of Tyler’s throat and in a flash was behind him, the head of his cock against Tyler’s asshole. “Open up,” he said in a gravelly voice that sent the blood rushing to Tyler’s groin. “Don’t make it hurt any more ‘n it gonna,” he said in a Southern drawl that promised a long, hot, dirty backwoods fucking.

It hurt anyway. Only the baggiest asshole could have taken that thing without pain, and Tyler’s was tight and fresh, but Jake’s monster meat found its way in anyway. Tyler could only be glad he’d lubed the hell out of it.