Page 4 of Fluffing the Stallion

He’s like a child that has a crush, except I know he doesn’t have a crush on me. He can’t stand my guts since I took his spot as top earner. Oh well, fuck him.

Speaking of the devil, Trev walks into the locker room and eyes me with disdain. “Figured you’d be gone by now. You left fast enough after coming on my face.”

Giving him my brightest smile, I reply, “Yeah, well, that’s what the people wanted. Not like I would come on you by choice.”

“Fuck you, Yuri,” he says, nostrils flaring.

“No, I’m the one that fucks you. Your dick isn’t coming anywhere near my ass.” I’m not a strict top, but I’d never let Trev fuck me. Not because he’s unattractive, but because my pucker probably wouldn’t relax to let him in, he annoys me so much.

We’re about the same height and weight, both over six feet tall and close to one hundred and eighty pounds. He’s not half bad looking—blond hair, green eyes, and a pouty mouth perfect for sucking dick—but his attitude is the worst I’ve ever encountered. I’d never bottom for someone like him, regardless of what the fans wanted. Luckily no one has asked. Probably because I punish his hole well enough they don’t need to see him have a go at mine. I’m glad. I would have to draw the line there and tell Jake fuck no, never in a million years.

With a snarl, Trev pushes past me to the showers, mumbling something about

“top earner” under his breath, but not loud enough for me to catch everything he said. Shrugging, I finish getting dressed so I can go to Jake’s trailers.

Shouldering my bag, I head out, waving to a few people that aren’t working. Bailey, a cute twink that’s a joy to fuck, is currently filming a double penetration scene and is in heaven—eyes rolled back, moaning like crazy. Now, that’s someone I’d fuck over and over. Bailey is responsive, sexy as fuck, and sweet as pie. He also knows how to keep my dick hard.

I watch the scene for a minute or so—Bailey really is loving two hard, fat cocks in his ass—then hurry to the trailer. Don’t want to keep my fluffer waiting.

Knocking on the door, I enter when Jake yells for me to. When I step inside, I see Dario, one of the set designers leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. I smile, holding my hand out to him. We clap palms and I bring him in for a one-armed hug. “What’s up man? You’re not my guy, are you?”

Dario barks a laugh, shaking his head, his shaggy brown hair moving around his face. “Definitely not. I can’t deep throat that anaconda you have,” he says, pointing to my crotch. Even though Dario does set design, he watches us often. Hell, most people on set that have nothing to do with the actual scene stop and watch us sometimes.

“You could try,” I tell him jokingly, winking. We’ve had this conversation before. While I flirt with Dario, I know he’s not into me like that and that’s completely cool. He’s a good guy and lets me have my fun. He gives the vibes that he might be into men, but I’m not one of them he’s into.

“This is your guy,” Jake says, drawing my attention to a man that looks like he’s about to vomit standing beside him. The man is very attractive, in that gym bro way. Like he has sense enough to hold a conversation, but not enough to really carry it, if you know what I mean.

He’s a little shorter than me, but he’s fucking ripped. His tan skin looks natural, like he does a lot of outside work, not that he lies in a tanning bed all day. His body is insane. Muscled, but not overly so. I can see his six pack through his shirt. I’m in good shape, but this guy puts me to shame. Holy fuck, he’s hot.

But he doesn’t look one hundred percent comfortable with this. “Hey, man,” I say, holding my hand out. “I’m Yuri. Stage name is Houston Stallion.” I roll my eyes, knowing my stage name is lame as fuck, but it was chosen for me. “What’s your name?”

He swallows hard, then says, “Clayton. I go by Clay.”

“Well, Clay. You know what you’re doing?”

Clay looks over at Jake, then Dario before focusing on me. “I think so?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Look, I don’t fuck with straight guys. I don’t try to make anyone uncomfortable. You don’t have to be my fluffer.”

Jake jumps in. “He said he can handle it, Yuri.”

Even though Jake spoke, I don’t take my eyes off Clay. “Do you want to do this?”

He nods. “Yeah. It’s no big deal. I touch my dick enough to know what I’m doing. I’ll make it good for you.”

Well, fuck, he doesn’t sound completely unsure. Fuck it, if he wants to jump into the deep end, I’ll let him. He’ll have to find his own floaty.

“Turn around for me.” He rolls his eyes but does what he says. My eyes drop to his ass, and I nod in appreciation. It’s nice, perky and round. A perfect squat booty. “Face me again.” He does and I zero in on his mouth. Yeah, I’m sure his plush mouth will get me hard when Trev’s face pisses me off. That’s if Clay wants to suck me off. From how he’s looking, all scared and shit, I’ll probably have to make do with staring at that fat ass of his the entire scene.

Shrugging, I say, “Let’s see what you got.” Stepping closer to him, I unbutton my pants and hook my thumbs in my underwear. I pause, giving him a moment to change his mind. “I’m not small. And I require effort, not just your hand limply on my cock.” He nods as if he understands, and I drag my pants down. Even soft, my dick is pretty impressive.

Dropping his gaze, Clay drags in a deep breath. “Um … Okay.” He swallows thickly, then pulls his eyes to mine. “What do you want me to do?”

His innocence and inexperience are a turn on, making my dick stir. “I want to see if you can get and keep me hard. I’ll need you on set when my dick won’t cooperate with my co-star.” I scowl, my dick shriveling thinking about Trev. “Make it good for me,” I throw his words back at him. I know I’m pushing his buttons, but if he’s going to do it, I’d rather he do it here than on set. If he doesn’t want to touch my dick with just three people around, he won’t touch it with a full crew.

Clay looks at Dario and Jake. “Do you have to watch?”

“I don’t,” Dario says, pushing off the wall. “I’ll be on set, making sure we’re good for tomorrow. Come find me when you’re done,” he tells Clay, then heads out. Jake steps back to lean against his desk but doesn’t leave.

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