Page 36 of Fluffing the Stallion

“Fuck you!” Trev shouts in Jake’s face, picking up his bag. “I’m fucking over this shit. I quit!” He storms off before anyone can say anything.

The studio is quiet for at least a minute, no one saying anything as the silence stretches. Jake finally looks around at everyone and says, “Looks like there won’t be a scene today. Go home, everyone.”

“Wait,” I say, stepping forward. Jake turns to me and holds his hand up, halting everyone that started to gather their things. “The set is already built and I have on this get up,” I motion down my body. “I can do a solo jerk scene. Those do pretty well. And I’m sure a lot of people that subscribe have a thing for the whole cowboy plot line. It’ll be a piece of cake and the set won’t go to waste.”

Jake slides his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground for a few seconds. Then he nods. “Okay. Let’s do it.” He sits back in his chair and the camera and crew members get into position.

I give Clay a quick kiss, then whisper in his ear, “Stand beside the camera man with your back to me. I want to see that ass while I’m pleasuring myself. I’ll imagine what it’ll feel like when I’m inside you tonight.”

Clay shivers against me. He kisses me again, then goes to do what I told him.

I sit down on the hay bale that will poke my ass cheeks when I’m stripped down and spread my legs, getting ready for the scene. Make up comes over and gets me camera ready and lube is set beside me for easy access.

Once I’m ready, I stare at Clay’s ass and get to work.

seventeen

CLAY

Yuri and I lie on his couch the next day, talking about the events of the day prior. I needed to understand what was going on, since there was an entire conversation between Trev and Yuri that no one but them knew about.

I should have guessed jealousy was a factor in why Trev didn’t like Yuri. Not to be biased because he’s my boyfriend, but it seems like everyone likes Yuri. I found it weird that someone didn’t, seemingly for no reason.

It sucks that Trev quit instead of pulling Jake to the side to talk about whatever he was concerned about, but whatever. That’s none of my business. Good riddance to someone that acts like that. It’s fucking toxic.

The downside to Trev quitting is there’s no justifiable reason for me to continue to fluff Yuri. He has no problem getting and staying hard for someone else. Jake told me after Yuri’s last scene that my services as a fluffer were no longer needed, but if I wanted to work in another capacity, namely in front of the camera, he could make it happen. I told him no thanks, especially because I know Jay watches porn from this site. I’d be traumatized if I found out my brother saw me getting railed by Yuri’s fat cock.

“What will you do now?” Yuri asks, running his fingers through my hair. “Go back to your old job?”

“Nah. Sam said a few of his buddies want me to train them as well. With the money I saved from working at Carnal Desires and the money I’ll be getting paid per session, I think I’m good for a while. At least until it’s time to move out. We get a subsidy for being college students, so rent isn’t much. I can’t imagine how steep it’ll be paying it alone.”

Dario told me he planned to move out when we graduated. Since he does set design, he’s always needed at Carnal Desires and has been working there for years. He has more than enough to live on his own. I’m still not sure why Dario chose to live in off campus student housing, but it worked out well for me that he did. I have a great friend in him and through him, I met Yuri.

Yuri’s hand stutters in my hair, and I crack open an eye. “You good?”

He nods, but he looks a little nervous. “Yeah. So, where are you going to move?”

I shrug, closing my eye again and melting into his touch. “I’m sure there’s some places around here that will rent to me without having a nine to five. Especially since I’ll have the money.”

“Wanna move in with me?” Yuri’s voice is so quiet, it takes me a few seconds to realize he even spoke.

I open both eyes this time. “What? Move in? Like live with you?”

Eyes wide, he nods, but says, “I totally understand if you don’t. It’s too fast. I know. I was … asking just in case. If you don’t, totally fine. I don’t?—”

I scramble from where I’m lying on his leg to straddling his lap. Yuri laughs at my exuberance, which turns into a groan when I plant my lips on his.

“Fuck yes, I want to move in with you! Are you sure? You’ve lived alone for years.” He told me he liked his own space, so I figured he didn’t want anyone to live with him.

Yuri nods, rubbing my cheek gently. “I’m very sure. I don’t like it when you leave me to go back to your apartment. When you graduate, move your things in here. Then I can see you every day.”

I giggle—really fucking giggle—as I look down at him. “You see me every day now.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, but you leave sometimes too. If you live with me, you’ll be here all the time.”

Kissing his nose, I murmur, “I like the sound of that.”

We don’t make it to graduation. Two days later, I’m bringing boxes into my apartment, getting ready to pack up so I can move in with Yuri. The days between when Yuri asked me to move in and now were full of laughter, talking, kissing, fucking, connecting. All the things I wanted with him when we first met. Why wait until after I graduate to have all that when I can have it now, every day?

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