Page 21 of Fluffing the Stallion

I want more of it.

He lowers my leg and drops on my chest like he can no longer hold his weight up. If I were a smaller man, he might have really hurt me. As it is, I grunt when his chest meets mine, his unexpected weight jolting me. He lands right in my cum, making it slide wetly between us.

When his breathing is under control, Yuri pulls out of me gently, making us both hiss. I wish he could stay inside me longer, but we do have to get cleaned up. He moves to nestle himself between my legs, moving my sweaty hair from my face. “Are you okay?”

Closing my eyes, I grin and nod. “I’m perfect. You?”

“Same. I’m perfect. That was perfect. Thank you.”

I crack an eye open and look at him. “For what?”

“For trusting me with your body. That was a big step you just took. I’m glad you took it with me and I’m glad you trusted me with your pleasure.”

Opening both eyes, I reach up and rub his face over his stubble. Never thought I’d like the feeling of stubble under my hands. “I don’t just trust you with my body, Yuri. I trust you with me. I trust that you’ll treat me right, support me, be there for me. I trust you.”

Yuri sighs, rubbing his nose against mine. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve that trust, but I won’t fuck it up. I promise.”

I know he won’t. That’s what trust is all about.

ten

YURI

The next week, I don’t have any scenes with Trev, but I ask Clay to come with me on set anyway. Even though I don’t have a problem getting and staying hard with my other co-stars, I want Clay to keep getting paid. I tell Jake I need him to stand with his back to me so I can watch his fantastic ass or feel his hands on me before a scene.

Clay is a fucking triple threat that I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle. His hands are fucking magic, he’s a pro at sucking my dick and his ass is perfectly tailored to take all of me. For him to have been an ass virgin, he took my cock like a champ.

Add to that, he’s a really good person. Smart, driven, loving, sometimes shy, sometimes forward. He’s like the perfect package rolled up in a guy that looks like a gym bro. Doesn’t hurt that he’s fine as fuck either.

I’m definitely not letting him get away from me.

Thankfully, I have scenes with Bailey all week and they’re always a good time. We have such great platonic energy we don’t have to try too hard to convey something else for the cameras. While I’m with Bailey, I feel Clay’s eyes on me. I’m not sure what the expression means on his face though. I really hope it’s not jealousy. I really like Clay, but I really like my job too. I hope he doesn’t ask me to choose. Even at this early stage in whatever we’re doing, I’d choose him, but I’m not sure I wouldn’t resent him for forcing my hand. If I quit porn, it’ll be because I want to.

After Bailey and I finish up and we take some finishing still shots, I make sure he’s okay—he did a DP scene with me and a toy which is a lot for such a small guy. He’s a size queen, but I still need to check on him once we’re done. Once I confirm he’s okay and he’s steady on his feet, we walk to the locker room to shower and get into our street clothes.

While we’re showering, Bailey shouts over, “I see you and your fluffer are getting closer.”

Barking a laugh, I answer him back. “Yeah. We are. He’s fucking fantastic, Bailey. I feel like I’ve known him forever, but it’s barely been two weeks. Am I insane?”

“No. You’re in love or some shit.”

“Shut up. No, I’m not.” Though, I’m not sure if that’s the truth. I feel very strongly about Clay. More strongly than I’ve ever felt about anyone in my life. I know I’m falling, but have I already fallen? It could be love. Or it could be infatuation or possessiveness. Or maybe obsession. I’m obsessed with all things Clay, not just the sexual stuff. So, who knows? I don’t want to think too hard about it. I want to let things grow naturally between us. Trying to force feelings on him will have Clay running for the hills. I know I can be intense sometimes. Letting things flow as they would is the best bet if I want to keep him.

Bailey makes a noise in the back of his throat. “He loves you too. I can tell. He has those sappy eyes when he looks at you. His face is all bright and happy when you’re together. It’s actually really fucking cute.”

I roll my eyes, but I do a mental happy dance at the prospect of Clay possibly being in love with me. “Yeah, well, I don’t know how he feels about me doing porn. He was giving me this weird look today.”

Again, Bailey makes a noise in his throat that I’m coming to associate with me being dense. “My sweet summer child. I saw the look too and it wasn’t jealousy. It was arousal. He liked watching you. Only you. He didn’t look at me once. I’d say you might have a voyeur on your hands.”

I know that’s possible, since Clay told me he enjoys watching me fuck a few weeks ago. But I didn’t think he’d still feel that way since there are feelings involved between us. Having Clay still wanting to watch me, even though we like each other is almost as unbelievable as him saying he wasn’t pretty. What a strange comment from my man.

Even though I just came, my cock gets hard, imagining what would be going through Clay’s head while he’s watching me plow someone’s ass. Does he imagine it’s him? Does he wish I would fill his hole next? God, that’s so fucking hot.

“Think so?” I ask Bailey as I shake my wanton fantasies away.

“Ask him. I’m sure he’ll tell you. The guy looks like an open book.”

Clay really is. He’s honest to a fault. He doesn’t hold anything back, even when I can tell he’s almost embarrassed to say. I’m not sure if he’s like that with everyone, but I’m glad he is with me.

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