44. Kurt

Afew weeks later, Johnny corners me in the kitchen while I'm doing dishes, nibbling on my neck as he embraces me from behind.

His big hands run along my body from my thighs to my nipples, and I groan. Damn, I love it when he's like this.

"Need a break?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say, leaning into him. When Johnny's in the mood, I jump on it. He doesn't have to always be that way, but I love it when he is. And the more he recovers, the more he's getting back his sexual appetite.

"A while ago, you mentioned an interest in making a film," he murmurs in my ear. "You still up for that?"

I nod vigorously, my dick firming up, and I push my ass into his hardening crotch. "Well, you're feeling good today."

"So good." He grips my hips tight. "Let's have a little fun. Create new, positive memories. On camera. You're okay with that?"

"Yes. So much more than okay."

"Then are you my boy who's been away at college and has been sleeping around on me?" He sucks on my neck. "Do you need to be taught a lesson? Or are you the homeowner who needs help with your pipes and calls the plumber? Or the pizza delivery guy?" He smirks.

"I want to be the amateur with the porn star," I blurt. "I want you to coach me through what you like. I want you to teach me how to make a porno."

"Dang, that's hot," he whispers, his hand reaching down between my legs, cupping my balls over my jeans, then slowly stroking up my cock. "Okay." He nods. "Set up the camera."

Holy shit, we're doing this. I have a little tripod that I bought a while back in a misguided attempt to do Ad/VICE videos, so I set up the camera in our bedroom and make sure it's on and has plenty of battery and memory. Then I arrange it so it can see the whole room.

Johnny's waiting in the doorway, watching me with heated eyes. "How you doin', darlin'?"

"Almost … Okay, it's ready." I rub my hands down my thighs, wiping off the nervous sweat. "I'm … I'm ready, too."

"Then let's get started."

I whisper, "Okay." I hover my finger over the button. "And … action." I walk out in front of the camera, not quite knowing what to do or where to look or how to hold myself.

Johnny strides over to me, and he's put on his confident, porn star persona. While it's still him, it's him … turned all the way up.

I'm a puddle on the floor. I love this. Love him.

"Hey, baby," he says in a low drawl. "I hear you've been having a few fantasies."

I swallow hard. "I have."

"And what are they?"

He's making this easy on me. Damn. "I've always wanted to be fucked by you. On camera."

Johnny grins his sexy smirk. "That can be arranged. Have you ever been with someone as big as me?"

Of course, the truthful answer is that I've been with him before, so I know what I'm getting into. But for the camera, I say, "No one's as big as you are."

My cock is hardening even more in my pants. And my ass is clenching, wanting that painful, overfull feeling of having him inside me.

Fuck. I want Johnny inside me. I want him dominating me and taking me over.

"You're so handsome, precious," he says. He traces his finger down my nose, bops the tip, and then traces along my lips, first the top, then the bottom.

He smirks. "Suck."

I open my lips and suck his finger.

Then he pulls it out and leans down and kisses me while that finger goes exploring inside my pants.

I moan.

He hasn't undone them, so they're a tight fit, but oh, god, it feels good.

And the kiss. This is part of why I always loved watching Johnny's videos. His kisses always seemed so good.

They are.

It is.

His tongue delves deep into my mouth, and he takes over, one hand exploring between my ass cheeks, the other around my upper back, tugging me to him.

Somehow, knowing that this is being recorded makes it hotter. Like, who's watching? I know it's no one, but still. I could watch it someday.

"Hey," Johnny murmurs, lifting up my chin so I'm staring into his blue-green eyes. "Where'd you go, precious?"

"Sorry," I say. "Got lost in my own head a bit."

"Want to turn off the camera?"

"Not on your life." I grin.

"Then maybe I need to do my job better." Johnny reaches down between us and cups my erection, stroking me carefully.

I groan. This. This is what I want. Relief from the pressure. Not just sexual pressure, but all the pressures on me. I want relief from all of them.

All. Of. Them.

And Johnny gives that to me.

"You've never been with a pro like this, have you?" he asks.

I shake my head.

"Then why don't we start with you getting me hard. Wanna drop down on those knees for me, baby?"

I do so immediately, and Johnny, clearly knowing where the camera is, turns us so my head won't be blocking the view. He puts his hands behind his head, posing. "Have at me, darlin'."

My hands are trembling, but I manage to undo the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down.

I push his jeans down on his hips and pull out his big cock. Even not fully erect, it just keeps going, and I instinctively bury my nose at the base, inhaling his scent. While he still manscapes, he's gone a bit more natural than he was when he was working on camera. So he's got neatly trimmed pubes rather than being fully shaved.

I suck on one of his balls and then the other, and his cock hardens further. Meanwhile, Johnny's keeping up a steady stream of praise, telling me how beautiful I look, how amazing it feels, what a good boy I am.

Finally, I lick all the way up his cock, laving attention on it. I'm getting it as wet as I can, and when I get to the tip, I do my best to swallow him down. I have no idea how anyone could ever deep-throat him unless they were one of those snakes with a jaw that unhinges. Regardless, he seems to like what I'm doing, and I get him fully hard—and all the while, he's cradling my jaw and whispering to me how well I'm doing.

He takes his shirt off, displaying those abs I love, and then he hauls me up by my armpits, taking my shirt off in one swift move.

We join together, warm chest to warm chest, and he kisses me deeply, his hips rocking into me in almost a dance. His hands work their way down my ass and inside my pants, and then, without breaking the kiss, he skillfully undoes my pants, making me step out of them so I'm naked.

I'm in front of a camera with my boyfriend-husband-lover, and he's got his fingers between my ass cheeks, his dick rubbing against mine as he kisses me like I'm essential for breathing.

I could come like this.

But Johnny pulls some lube out of his pocket—when did he stash it in there?—and squeezes some onto his fingers, and now he's wiggling one into me. When the angle gets so he can't go any farther, he kisses me one last time, then whispers, "On your knees, beautiful."

I drop down to my hands and knees, feeling vulnerable, because my ass is facing the camera. Johnny arranges me, kissing down my back and sliding his fingers inside me, prepping me.

It's not that much work to get me loose, and soon, Johnny pauses. "You good with no condom, darlin'? I can put one on."

"I trust you," I say.

And I so do. He's it for me, and I'm it for him. Period.

He again moves us for a better position for the camera and kisses me deeply. "You ready?" he murmurs.

I nod.

"Good. Let me fuck that gorgeous ass of yours."

I hear him lubing himself up, and then he's probing at my entrance, his huge cock nudging its way into my narrow entrance. No matter how much prep I do, it's always a tight fit, but he steadily pushes in while I groan loudly. I can never help the noises I make when he's inside me. It's just a lot to take.

But I love it. I fucking love it so much.

I bear down, and he slips in farther. Eventually, his pelvis is flush against my ass, and we both breathe hard for a moment.

"You okay, baby?" Johnny asks. "Talk to me."

"I am," I whisper.

"I'll go slow at first. I know it's not easy."

"I love it, though." I can feel his smile as he kisses along my back. Then he does an experimental pull out and thrust in, gripping my hips tightly.

The push in is overwhelming, and I miss him when he pulls out. He starts a rhythm that is somehow both deep and gentle. I'm not sure I could handle a true hard fuck right now.

He reaches around and strokes my cock hard again—it always flags when he first gets inside me. I'm loving how intense this all is. It's even more intense because of the eye of the camera on me. Thinking that someone could watch this and see how my sexy husband is seducing me and fucking me so well.

I let myself go. I surrender to him. Let him dominate me, use me to make himself feel good. I know he'll take me to the edge and over.

"You take my cock so well," he croons, pistoning into me over and over again. "You're so fucking gorgeous, darlin'. No one has an ass like yours. No one. It's made for my big, hard cock."

I love it when he babbles at me with all his dirty talk. I love his praise. I love it when he just takes over.

I fucking love him, okay? I'm sure if the camera could capture my face, it would show, written all over, how in love with him I am.

"Yeah, baby. Come for me, precious," Johnny murmurs.

His words trigger something deep inside me, and before I even realize it, I'm starting to climax. The sensation gathers in my balls and lower pelvis, then spreads to my entire body. There's a pause at the height of tension, and then it just ebbs, and I spill all over the floor.

"You're so pretty when you come," he says in his thick drawl, and then he's shoving up inside me and coming, too. If this were porn, he'd pull out and finish on my back, and the fact that he's not signals to me that this is just for us. He's doing this for me, but he's getting something out of it, too.

It's real. We're real.

Then he collapses on my back, and we both sink to the cool floor.

After a moment, he kisses my shoulder and chuckles. "Why don't we turn the camera off, okay, babe?"

I nod, he pulls out, and a gush of come dribbles down my leg.

It's messy, but we can clean it up. I love it.

I love him.

I turn off the camera and kiss him hard. This one's for me.