Page 13 of Fluffing the Stallion

Eyes wide, I whisper, “Are you sure?” While I’ve imagined Clay on his knees in front of me before, I’m more than shocked. While my brain tells me to shut the fuck up so I can slide my cock into Clay’s mouth, I still have enough faculties to ask if this is really what he wants. “You know I wouldn’t pressure you to do this right? Jerking me off is more than enough.”

He nods eagerly though his hands shake when he reaches for me. As always, my cock lengthens when he wraps his hand around me. Sliding closer, he gets into position in front of me, his soft breaths drifting over my sensitive crown. He opens wide—he has to with my cock being the size it is—and sucks me in. I hiss, the feeling of his mouth on me indescribable.

His groan travels up the head of my dick and I place my hand on his shoulder to keep myself on my feet. I have to think of all the disgusting things I’ve ever seen to keep from coming down his throat right now.

Clay bobs on me slowly, twisting his head as he licks around me like a lollipop. Holy fuck. I never would have guessed this is Clay’s first time. He’s a fucking natural—mouth nice and wet, tongue eager, lips tight around my shaft.

“Clay, fuck,” I moan, already feeling my release rising. I look down at him, enjoying the view of him taking me in and out of his mouth, my dick getting wet from his juicy mouth.

His eyes flip up to mine and I see how nervous he is, but he doesn’t stop sucking me. I try to convey my pleasure through my gaze, but I’m sure he knows, what with how I’m gripping his shoulder for dear life and my barely contained thrusts. I know I should pull out and go back to the scene, but I want to enjoy his mouth for a few moments more.

When I see he’s able to take more, I thrust deeper, loving how his eyes stay on mine, his mouth stretched obscenely around my thick erection.

Even though I hate to, I pull out of Clay’s mouth, jerking my wet dick as I stare at him. Clay wipes his mouth, licking his fingers as if trying to keep my taste on his tongue. Holy fucking shit, he’s everything.

Turning away from him, lest I blow my load all over his face, I hurry back to the set. Taking my position, Jake calls action and I start jerking my cock, the spit from Clay’s mouth still coating me—I don’t even need lube. Trev has the ability to come on command, no matter who he’s working with. I don’t have to make eye contact or help him along with any dirty talk, though I do drop a few lines so it’s good for our viewers.

I close my eyes and toss my head back, imagining how fucking hot Clay looked on his knees for me. The memory of how his eyes showed his shy vulnerability when he looked up at me has me barking my release, shooting my cum on target—Trev’s cock. He uses my release and strokes himself twice more, coming against my skin.

When Jake cuts the scene, I beeline for the tissues beside the camera crew. I’m not sure how many more scenes I can do with Trev. His disdain for me makes it hard to push myself through, even with all the money involved. Fans be damned, I’ll have to tell Jake we’re on a timeline for how often I work with him.

Then I look at Clay and know I have to stick it out for a bit longer. He told me he was using the money he got working as my fluffer for his college tuition. Even if he’s all paid up, he’ll need money for his wellness center. I have no doubt he’ll get it, and having him as my fluffer will get him one step closer. If I work with someone else, I won’t need him. If I don’t need him, he won’t have a job or the money he needs.

Fuck, I’ll have to stick it out for a bit longer. At least until I know his plans for his tuition and beyond.

I smile through my shock. I haven’t ever put someone’s comfort before my own. I hardly know Clay, but I’m willing to do it for him.

At that point, I know when it comes to giving Clay anything he wants, I’m fucked.

seven

CLAY

Isucked another man’s dick today.

I never thought I’d suck another guy’s dick. Never thought a cock would go anywhere near my mouth. It wasn’t something I had on my life’s bingo card, that’s for sure. But everything about Yuri makes me want to please him. I’m sure he was fine with my handjobs since he always looked close to losing his mind when I jerked him off, but I wanted to give him more. Scratch that, I wanted more. The look in his eyes when I was down on my knees is an image that’ll never leave my memory. It was so worth my stomach being in knots and my heart being lodged in my throat.

After his scene is done, Trev and Yuri take some still shots before Jake calls it a day. I had hoped Yuri would come back over to me, but he hightailed it to the locker room. I’m not sure why I expected him to change his routine because I sucked him off, but I hoped he’d kiss me again before running off. Whatever. He has to give me a ride home, so maybe there will be more kisses when we leave here.

Never in a million years have I been so desperate to have someone’s mouth on me. But Yuri is different. He’s the only one I’m desperate for.

I should be freaking out, wanting to kiss and suck and touch and fuck another man, but I’m not. Not anymore. Yuri said I didn’t have to label anything, so I’m not. I’m just going to roll with it and see what happens. I don’t have high hopes that Yuri and I will be a couple since I really don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I hope he’ll at least stick around for a while and we can be friends or something. I’d really like that.

Jake walks over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You okay, kid?”

I nod, looking at him with a grin. “Guess I’m taking to the job pretty good, huh?”

He gives me a long look. “Be careful. You may be cool with what he’s doing right now, but I’m sure when you get too deep, you’ll want him to stop. That’ll hurt your relationship.”

Furrowing my eyebrows, I say, “I’m not trying to change him.” I know he’s talking about Yuri, so I’m not going to play dumb. Anyone with eyes can see how I look at him. “This was his job before I came along. I can handle it.”

Taking an appeasing look at me, Jake nods and smiles. “Yeah, I think you can at that.”

Right then, Yuri walks out of the locker room, coming to stand beside me, but not touching me. I want him to touch me—put his arm around me, grab my hand, brush against my arm, something. But he keeps his distance. His proximity is comfortable though.

“Ready?” he asks and I nod. “See you in a few days, Jake.”

“Yeah. You’re working with Bailey and Colt next week. Trev will be doing some solo scenes.”

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