Page 3 of Fluffing the Stallion

It’s not like it would be difficult. I can keep a dick hard. I’ve been touching mine for years and I’m good at jerking off. Even after years of doing it, I can get myself off in three minutes or less. That’s not with regular sex, mind you, only with my own hand. I have stamina.

Besides, I can do the job for a few months until I get the money for my last tuition payment. Easy. Just jerk a few dicks, get a check, graduate and open my wellness center. Sounds like a plan to me.

Throwing myself off the cliff, I ask, “What’s the pay?”

“Three grand a day.”

Holy shit. That’s a lot of money. And all I have to do is jerk some dicks? I will start doing wrists exercises now if it means I can get that much money every time I come to work.

“How often am I paid?” I ask, already saying the job is mine.

With a sideways smirk, Jake says, “I’ll wire you the money after every session. If I hire you.”

Fighting not to sound too eager, I ask, “What do you need me to do?”

Jake assesses me, looking me up and down. “Turn around.”

Not sure what the fuck, I do what he says and turn around. I feel his eyes on my ass and my face heats. I have a good ass, with all the squats I do, but that has nothing to do with my hands or keeping someone hard. Does it?

After what seems like forever, I turn back around. “Satisfied? When do I start?”

“Hold on kid. How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.”

“Hmm. Let me get my guy in here. I want to see you work.”

I gulp as he picks up his phone and shoots off a quick text. “Work how? I can do whatever you need me to do. I’m not desperate, but I’m pretty damn close.”

Jake gives me an almost gentle look. “This work ain’t for everyone, kid. I know you said you need money and I’ll give you the job so you can have your tuition payments, but I can’t have you going on the floor and freezing up when I need you. I need to make sure before I give the okay and have you fill out a bunch of paperwork that you can handle this job. Once I know you won’t clam up with a dick in front of you, we can start the onboarding process.”

Well, guess I’ll have to put my money where my mouth is. Or where my hands are.

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YURI

My phone pings with an incoming text message just as I pull on my pants. After a quick shower to wash the smell of sex off me, I’m ready to go home and lie in bed, though I’m not as tired as I am after any other day. The scene today was pretty easy—a mutual masturbation scene with my least favorite costar, Trev, that polled high on the Carnal Desires website. I don’t know why Jake insists on letting the audience have so much say in what we film. It’s cool to be interactive, but I don’t like my costars being picked for me. Especially the one I worked with today.

God, I hate working with Trev. He was an arrogant shit that liked to pretend every scene was about him. He might be a hot bottom, but he’s an ass otherwise. He has some hair up his ass about me and has had it for about two years. No one knows why, but he can’t stand me. After how he treats me, the feeling is mutual. If only he’d do us both a favor and tell me what his problem with me is.

Shaking thoughts of Trev from my head, I look at my phone to see a text from Jake.

Jake: Come to my trailer. I need to test out your fluffer.

Holy shit, he really got me one. When my dick kept deflating while I was fucking Trev, I told Jake I can’t work with him anymore. But it seems like the fans love seeing me rail him into the mattress because our videos have been the most watched from all of my costars. By a lot. Close to a million views and downloads between my next highest video without Trev. But his fucking attitude makes it hard for me to keep it up. I flat out refuse to take Viagra—my cock doesn’t have a problem with anyone else, just Trev. I’m not going to run the risk of heart issues by popping a pill when I know my dick doesn’t get soft with anyone else.

When I told Jake he needed to hire someone to keep my dick hard or I walked, I figured he’d limit my scenes with Trev so he wouldn’t have to pay someone to jerk me off or blow me between scenes. But I guess he took my threat seriously. Which is insane because he’s willing to shell out more money on hiring someone than not pairing me with Trev. I know Jake is a good guy, but I need him to worry about more than his bottom line.

I’m not sure if I really would have quit though. I like my job. Getting paid to fuck is a dream for most men. Getting paid to fuck the hot men that are employed with Carnal Desires and I never want to leave.

Before I jumped into this career, my hook ups would tell me I fucked like a porn star with a dick to match. It was an ego boost, but nothing more. Until I had one guy that asked if he could film us and post the video. He said homemade videos were getting paid well and he’d split the profits with me. He wasn’t kidding. We had a lot of hits and the comments asked where they could find more of my videos.

After that video was discovered by Jake, he called me for a meeting. When it was all said and done, I had a new job with Carnal Desires Studios as one of their headlining performers. It’s my fifth year and I’m living the dream.

I wonder how Jake found someone to agree to being my fluffer. It’s not like he could put up a help wanted ad.

I’m the only one that needs one, as no one else has issues with Trev. All the other performers do is fill his mouth with their cocks to shut him up and tune him out otherwise. Trev likes to goad me more than he does anyone else, so stuffing his mouth full doesn’t work for me. Besides, it’s his face that annoys me, along with his mouth.

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