Chapter 4

Trev's face annoys me. The viewers that watch loves his sex face, but it makes me want to vomit. If he weren't such a dick, I'd think it was hot too. But he doesn't do it for me. Even his tight ass wrapped snugly around my cock doesn't make me want to stay hard.

Growling, I look over at Jake with a bored expression, thrusting shallowly into Trev, even though my cock is soft and limp. I'm not feeling it today. Even closing my eyes and thinking about someone else isn't doing it for me.

Scoffing, Jake yells, "Cut!" and I pull my soft, gummy dick out of Trev, snatching the condom off. Trev rolls his eyes, turning away from me to face the makeup girl that touches up his highlights or some shit.

Jake comes over to me and puts his hands on hips. "Come on, Stallion. You gotta give me something."

I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist. Can't have a civilized conversation with my dick out. Instead of telling him he can give me another fucking costar, I ask, "Where's Clay? He was supposed to be on set."

If he were nearby, just looking at him would have given me the boner of a lifetime. God, that man is fucking hot. Those pouty lips make me want to slide my cock into his mouth just to see how they look stretched taut around my shaft. Even looking at his ass—that firm, juicy ass that would jiggle beautifully as I'm fucking him from behind—would do it for me.

"He's here," Jake assures. "He was helping Dario with the set while we were waiting to see if your dick would cooperate."

I give him a deadpan look. "If Trev is involved, my dick won't, I promise." Trev glares at me over his shoulder. I wave daintily at him and he scoffs, turning away from me. "Bring Clay so we can get this scene done." Like a petulant child, I stomp off to the table where the food is and stuff a turkey sandwich into my mouth. I'm irritated because Jake hired Clay, but Clay wasn't around when I needed him.

Clay, the fucking green virgin is driving me crazy. Ever since he made me come faster than I ever have, I can't stop thinking about his hand. I wonder if his mouth and ass could do the same thing.

From the look in his eyes, he might be wondering the same thing. Or he could be wondering what it's like to fuck me. For Clay, I'd definitely bottom. I saw the outline of his dick when he was tugging me to orgasm, so I know he has more than enough to satisfy me.

I can imagine his rough hands caressing me, touching me everywhere as he fills me up, his cock knocking against that sweet spot inside me as he worked me over with his hand. In my minds' eyes, I have handfuls of his thick ass, urging him to fuck me harder, go deeper, move faster.

Just like that, I get a chub. Not enough to fuck Trev, but enough that I know my dick works. And that's from just thinking about Clay. I'd probably blow my fucking load right now if he were to touch me.

When I turn away from the table, I'm greeted with the amazing sight of Clay's ass encased in a pair of dark wash jeans. Then my dick grows to full hardness, tenting the front of my towel.

Sauntering over, I step beside Jake. "I'm ready." Looking at Clay, I say, "Can you turn around for a bit? Your ass looks good in those jeans."

He gapes at me, but nods. "Right now? I thought I was going to touch you again."

I have to tamp down a shudder as I remember Clay's hand on me. Soon. Soon he'll jerk me again. I might really blow my load then, so maybe it's just as well that he doesn't.

Shaking my head, I incline my head to Jake. "He'll tell you when. You can jerk me off some other time." I wink at Clay and I'm rewarded with his cheeks turning bright pink. Fuck, even his blush is fucking sexy.

I pat Jake on the back and walk back over to where Trev is. Dropping my towel so my hard cock juts out, I tell Trev, "From the back so I can stay hard. If I have to stare at you, all Clay's hard work will be for nothing." Not like Clay did anything but exist and I'm rock hard, but whatever.

"This is my last fucking scene with you," he hisses, turning his back to me and bending over.

"God, I wish." As long as the money is rolling in, Jake will continue to stick us together. I guess we have hate sex chemistry because we make hella money for it. I tell Jake that the position is changed and he shrugs. As long as he gets a cumshot from us, I don't think he cares either way.

After sliding a condom on, I step up behind Trev. Jake has positioned Clay in my sightline—close enough where I can look at him but not in direct line of the camera. If I look up, viewers will think I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.

God, I love having a fluffer. Especially one that looks like Clay.

When we're in position—my cock poised at Trev's hole, Jake yells, "Action!"

I slide my dick inside Trev's ass, but keep my eyes focused on Clay's. I groan, imagining I'm inside of Clay, making him moan for me. Even Trev's annoying, high-pitched moans don't take me out of the fantasy of having my cock fill Clay's tight hole.

In my mind, Clay is bent over this bar, his leg propped on the stool beside me as I take him deep. One of my hands is on his hip while the other reaches around and grasps his thick cock, pumping him off as I pound into him. Clay moans for me, saying my name as he gets closer and closer to his release. I bend and bite Clay's shoulder, giving him a touch of pain while he takes my dick beautifully.

Tossing my head back, I thrust into Clay, giving him my entire dick. I move my hand from his cock and grasp his shoulder, gripping tight as I chase my orgasm. Faster than I think, tremors wrack my body, signaling my impending release.

"Fuck yes, right there," Trev says, breaking me out of my concentration of Clay and me fucking.

Growling in frustration, I open my eyes and focus on Clay's ass again. That does the trick and five thrusts later, I'm coming hard into Trev's ass, filling the condom. Remembering I'm in a scene, I reach around and stroke Trev's dick fast, making him come just as the last spurt of my release leaves my body.

"Cut!" Jake yells, looking impressed. I pull out of Trev, who sags against the bar, looking thoroughly fucked out. It's been a while since he's been boneless like that after we had a scene. Looks like hiring Clay was the right call. Hopefully, Jake got his expression on camera. I know our viewers will eat that shit up. "Fucking hell, Stallion. That was fucking gold. If I can get chemistry like that every scene, I can retire in six months."

I ignore Jake and find Clay's eyes. They're heated, smoldering, as if he caught the show too. I want to go to him, to tell him what I was thinking about during that scene, but I won't approach him smelling of sex with Trev. No, I want to smell like sex because of him.

He smiles at me and gives me a thumbs up like I just aced a spelling test. I can't help smiling back. Fuck, Clay might be my new addiction.

For my next scene with Trev, I try to conjure the same fantasy I had before, but nothing is working. Every time I open my eyes, Trev's face is there, even when my gaze falls on Clay's ass. It's like Trev doesn't want me to get hard for anyone but him.

Not fucking happening.

Jake calls cut when all efforts to rally my dick have failed. "What do you need, Stallion?"

I don't answer—I just meet Clay's eyes. He must see a hint of desperation in my heated gaze because he pulls in a deep breath and hurries over to me. "You need a hand?"

I'm not sure if he means it as a joke, but I sure take it that way. Throwing my head back, I bark a laugh, but I nod. "Yeah. Your ass looks fucking delicious in those jeans, but I need something more to finish this scene."

Nodding, Clay looks around until his eyes land on the lube. He walks over and pumps some in his hands—industrial sized bottles of lube for the win—then walks back over to me. "Want me to just get you hard or get you close?"

It's my turn to swallow thickly. Fuck, I get two options? I'd like it to be three—the third is me coming all over him. But I'll settle for option number one. "Just get me hard. You can get me close some other time."

That beautiful fucking blush creeps up his cheeks and I find myself getting hard just from that. I wonder if the blush travels all the way down, making his nipples hard and pebbled as the pink bloom spreads. Fucking hell, Clay is too hot for words.

Gathering my dick in his hand, Clay gives me one long pump and I curse, loving the feel of his hands on me. I'll never get used to how fast he gets me so close to the edge.

Slowly, he jerks me, letting out soft sighs when I grunt and push into his palm. He likes it. Clay fucking enjoys touching my dick. Fuck, but that's a sexy thought, him getting hot all over because he's giving me pleasure.

Unable to pull away from him so soon, I shove into his palm, fucking his hand. Clay twists when his hand gets to the head of my dick and every time he does, I see fucking stars. I need to stop him. I'm hard and can keep it up for Trev, but I want to keep his hand on me.

With Herculean effort, I slide my dick from Clay's slicked up hand. I'm so hard, my dick is sticking straight out and pointing at Clay. I want him so fucking bad, I ache with the desire. I know he wants me too—I can tell by how he looks at me, his eyes smoldering as they ping around my body. If it were up to me, I'd bend him over right now and shove my dick in him to the hilt—after I've had a taste of his delicious looking ass.

Slowly, I back up, keeping my eyes on Clay as I walk back over to the set. He moves into my line of sight as I get ready for this scene with Trev. Unfortunately, it's a missionary scene this time. I need to see Clay's ass while I pretend I love what I'm doing with Trev. Thankfully, he moves to where I can glance up and see that thick peach of his. It works perfectly, my dick staying hard so I can hammer Trev's entrance.

The rest of the day is spent taking stills of the positions and posing for the website. It's a long day, but I think we got enough where I don't need a new scene with Trev for another week or so.

Once that's all taken care of, I go take a shower, hoping Clay is still around when I get out. I want to talk to him. I'm not sure about what, but I want to be in his presence. There has to be a reason why I feel this way about him. It could be because he's so fucking hot and can make me come quicker than anything or it might be how he fumbles around when I'm near him. Either way, I want to get to know Clay. Since he's my fluffer, I should know more about him, right?

But when I'm clean and out of the shower, Clay is nowhere to be seen. I ask Bailey— who's sitting on the prop chair I just fucked Trev in so he can paint his nails—if he's seen him and he nods. "Yep. You just missed him. He left with Dario." Bailey looks at his freshly applied black nail polish, blowing on the paint to dry them. "He's hot. Thinking about shooting your shot?"

I shrug but decide to be honest. "Thinking about it. What's the likelihood of success? You think he'll want to be with a porn star? Hell, is he even into men?"

Bailey smiles. "He's into you. I can tell by how he follows you with his eyes everywhere you go. He watches you the entire time he's here from what I can see." Bailey smiles at me. "There's nothing wrong with sex work, Yuri. That won't stop anyone from dating you."

Again, I give him a one shouldered shrug. "Yeah, we say that. But you know some people will get jealous when they find out I fuck for a living."

"Well, luckily for you, Clay already knows you fuck for a living. So that part of the conversation is out of the way." Bailey drops his feet from the table he's perched on and stands up, walking over to me. He stands in front of me, craning his head back to meet my eyes since he's a tiny little thing. "Put yourself out there, Yuri. It might end up good for you."

I wrap my arms around Bailey, pulling him in for a hug and kiss the top of his head. "You're so wise for someone so young."

Bailey is probably my best friend. We started working around the same time and immediately clicked. We hang out outside of the studio, mostly doing mundane shit like going to a movie or walking in the park. It's always fun being around him.

He barks a laugh. "I'm two years older than you, jerk." He slaps my back and I let him go. "He seems like a nice guy. He looks like he's a little oblivious, but he's actually pretty smart. Don't let his gym bro looks fool you. He might be your prince charming."

Yeah, he just might be.

I tell myself I'll text Clay when I get home, but I chicken out. I'm not sure if I read things wrong with him. Sure, he's been giving me eyes and seems nervous around me, like he's crushing on me, but that could be because I'm doing porn, not because he likes me.

Stepping inside my apartment, I'm greeted by a whole lot of silence and emptiness. I wish I had someone to share my days with. I'm still young—only twenty-five—but I'm ready to settle down. Even before I started at Carnal Desires, I didn't play the field. I hooked up, sure, but nothing too crazy. I crave someone to be mine for more than one night. Coming home from a long day and having someone to talk to and vent to would be perfect.

Someone like Clay. I don't know much about him, but I know he's interesting and I want to see what else there is to him. Other than giving amazing handjobs and having a tight body, I want to know everything about him. Bailey said not to let his looks fool me. Now I need to know what that means.

One day soon, I'll get up the courage to text him. But today won't be that day.