Page 9 of Fluffing the Stallion

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.

five

CLAY

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