Page 6 of Fluffing the Stallion

After my job interview, as Jake called it, he told me I would be needed on set this week. He said he’d call me with Yuri’s schedule when they penciled in his scenes. While I nodded and pretended like I was okay, I was a nervous fucking wreck. Jerking him off with just Jake around was fine. Could I do with sound people, cameramen, and other fucking porn performers around?

Man, I can’t believe I’m working on a porn set now. I told my other job I was taking a job elsewhere and no amount of extra hours would bring me back. I scoff, thinking about how my boss told me he’d give me a couple hours extra overtime a week if I stayed. Like working myself even more into the ground for little pay was an appealing option. I was getting paid per session what they paid me in two months at my old job. And Jake guaranteed me at least five sessions a month. Even if I just hung around set, showing Yuri my ass, I’d be getting paid. So why would I want to break my back stocking shelves when I could get paid to watch people fuck, let Yuri look at the ass I worked so hard to perfect, and give him the odd hand job?

I’m not sure what all this says about me—that I’m willing to jerk a man off for money. Or that I didn’t hate it and actually liked how his cock felt in my hand. Or how, God help me, I kind of want to feel it in my mouth. Am I gay now? I don’t think so. I still look at chicks and think they’re fire as fuck. But I keep thinking about Yuri’s dick—how hard he was, how big he is, and how sexy he sounded when he came—and think that’s fire as fuck too.

Ugh, too much thinking, not enough answers. I get off my bed and head to the kitchen, making a protein shake before I head to the gym. I don’t have class today, so I can stay for at least two hours. It’s leg day, so I want to get as much rest as I can. I also may be thinking about doing some squats so my ass looks extra good for Yuri.

I tip my head back, wondering what the fuck has gotten into me since last week. I touch one dick and now I’m desperate for it.

Dario enters the kitchen, grunting at me as he walks to the fridge. Now I see why he comes in so late some nights. After he told me what he really does, he told me that he sometimes stays late to finish up sets so the actors can get started right away instead of waiting for him to finish the next day. He must have had one of those long set ups last night.

“Hey, man,” I mutter, shaking my protein shake. “Long night?”

“Yep. Jake wants to do a bar scene and we had to build it from the ground up. It looks good, but it took forever to get right.” He sips on some of the almond milk he poured, looking at me over the rim of his glass. “Can I ask you a question?” he asks after he swallows. I indicate he can while I’m sipping my shake. “Are you mad at me?”

I raise an eyebrow and swallow. “For what?”

“Because I didn’t tell you what a fluffer was.”

“Not really mad. Maybe a little pissed. I mean, you could have told me. I probably still would have done it. It’s good money and it’s not like I have to be in front of a camera or let someone shove a dildo up my ass for three grand.”

Sighing, Dario puts the cup down. “I owe you an apology. I thought it was funny, you not knowing, but I didn’t think about how fucked up it was that I dangled money in your face to do something you might not have wanted to do.”

I nod, appreciating his apology “It’s cool, man. Thanks for the apology.” I pause for a beat, then decide to go for it. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“What does it mean if I liked touching Yuri? Like, I’ve never touched a man’s dick before like that, but … I liked it.”

Dario shrugs. “Doesn’t have to mean anything.” My eyebrows furrow, not sure what he means. “You don’t have to overthink it. But if you want, we can talk it through to see where your head is.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

“So, you liked touching Yuri?” I nod. “Would you want to touch him again, if money wasn’t involved?”

Would I? Thinking about it, the weight of his cock, the feel of it, how smooth and hot his skin was, how flushed red his cockhead was. My mouth waters and I have my answer. “Yeah, I would.”

“What about someone else? What about me, if we weren’t cool.” He gives me a lopsided grin when my eyes grow wide. “I’m not attracted to you or anything. This is hypothetical.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so. Like you’re good looking or whatever,” Dario rolls his eyes, “but no. Someone else? I’m not sure. I’ve never looked at a man in a sexual way before. It’s always been objective. Especially in the gym. I’d see a guy with nice quads or a shredded back and wonder what his routine is. I never found myself wanting to know what his cock felt like in my hand.” My face flames at the conversation we’re having, but I need to discuss it to figure out what I’m thinking.

Dario finishes his milk and rinses his glass. Who just randomly drinks a glass of milk like that? “Sounds like it’s just Yuri. Maybe him and his overly large cock just do it for you.” I bark a laugh. Yuri does have a bigger dick than any man I’ve ever seen, even for a porn star. “You might be bi or pan, but if you don’t want to label anything just yet, that’s cool. There’s no rush to figure things out. You can come to terms with it at your own pace.”

“Are you gay?” I blurt out. I never thought to ask, but now I’m curious. Especially with how smoothly this conversation is going. Most straight guys wouldn’t react like this. They’d probably work for a gay porn studio with how much Jake pays, but I’m sure they wouldn’t be cool with standing in our kitchen, talking about Yuri’s big dick.

“Not gay. Pan. I like everyone as long as we click. I don’t worry about much else if that makes sense.”

It does. I’ve heard about pansexuality. I haven’t really thought about where I would fall on the Kinsey scale myself. I always thought I was straight.

Guess Houston Stallion has proven me wrong.

“You might not be pan,” Dario continues. “You could be bi and lean more towards women. It’s not a fifty-fifty split. You don’t have to like men and women equally.” I nod, understanding what he’s saying. “You don’t have to rush to put a label on it. Do some research and see if something clicks for you.”

Yeah, research will help. Maybe my feelings about Yuri will make more sense when I can find something that fits for me.

Glad I had the talk with Dario, I thank him and go to my room to grab my gym bag so I can get a pump in. I shout to Dario that I’m leaving and drive to my favorite gym.

When I walk inside, I beeline to the mats in the corner to stretch my muscles. There’s nothing worse than working out with cold muscles and being too sore the next morning to function. Besides, I need to be as loose as possible for leg day.

---