Page 8 of Fluffing the Stallion

Growling, I look over at Jake with a bored expression, thrusting shallowly into Trev, even though my cock is soft and limp. I’m not feeling it today. Even closing my eyes and thinking about someone else isn’t doing it for me.

Scoffing, Jake yells, “Cut!” and I pull my soft, gummy dick out of Trev, snatching the condom off. Trev rolls his eyes, turning away from me to face the makeup girl that touches up his highlights or some shit.

Jake comes over to me and puts his hands on hips. “Come on, Stallion. You gotta give me something.”

I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist. Can’t have a civilized conversation with my dick out. Instead of telling him he can give me another fucking costar, I ask, “Where’s Clay? He was supposed to be on set.”

If he were nearby, just looking at him would have given me the boner of a lifetime. God, that man is fucking hot. Those pouty lips make me want to slide my cock into his mouth just to see how they look stretched taut around my shaft. Even looking at his ass—that firm, juicy ass that would jiggle beautifully as I’m fucking him from behind—would do it for me.

“He’s here,” Jake assures. “He was helping Dario with the set while we were waiting to see if your dick would cooperate.”

I give him a deadpan look. “If Trev is involved, my dick won’t, I promise.” Trev glares at me over his shoulder. I wave daintily at him and he scoffs, turning away from me. “Bring Clay so we can get this scene done.” Like a petulant child, I stomp off to the table where the food is and stuff a turkey sandwich into my mouth. I’m irritated because Jake hired Clay, but Clay wasn’t around when I needed him.

Clay, the fucking green virgin is driving me crazy. Ever since he made me come faster than I ever have, I can’t stop thinking about his hand. I wonder if his mouth and ass could do the same thing.

From the look in his eyes, he might be wondering the same thing. Or he could be wondering what it’s like to fuck me. For Clay, I’d definitely bottom. I saw the outline of his dick when he was tugging me to orgasm, so I know he has more than enough to satisfy me.

I can imagine his rough hands caressing me, touching me everywhere as he fills me up, his cock knocking against that sweet spot inside me as he worked me over with his hand. In my minds’ eyes, I have handfuls of his thick ass, urging him to fuck me harder, go deeper, move faster.

Just like that, I get a chub. Not enough to fuck Trev, but enough that I know my dick works. And that’s from just thinking about Clay. I’d probably blow my fucking load right now if he were to touch me.

When I turn away from the table, I’m greeted with the amazing sight of Clay’s ass encased in a pair of dark wash jeans. Then my dick grows to full hardness, tenting the front of my towel.

Sauntering over, I step beside Jake. “I’m ready.” Looking at Clay, I say, “Can you turn around for a bit? Your ass looks good in those jeans.”

He gapes at me, but nods. “Right now? I thought I was going to touch you again.”

I have to tamp down a shudder as I remember Clay’s hand on me. Soon. Soon he’ll jerk me again. I might really blow my load then, so maybe it’s just as well that he doesn’t.

Shaking my head, I incline my head to Jake. “He’ll tell you when. You can jerk me off some other time.” I wink at Clay and I’m rewarded with his cheeks turning bright pink. Fuck, even his blush is fucking sexy.

I pat Jake on the back and walk back over to where Trev is. Dropping my towel so my hard cock juts out, I tell Trev, “From the back so I can stay hard. If I have to stare at you, all Clay’s hard work will be for nothing.” Not like Clay did anything but exist and I’m rock hard, but whatever.

“This is my last fucking scene with you,” he hisses, turning his back to me and bending over.

“God, I wish.” As long as the money is rolling in, Jake will continue to stick us together. I guess we have hate sex chemistry because we make hella money for it. I tell Jake that the position is changed and he shrugs. As long as he gets a cumshot from us, I don’t think he cares either way.

After sliding a condom on, I step up behind Trev. Jake has positioned Clay in my sightline—close enough where I can look at him but not in direct line of the camera. If I look up, viewers will think I’m throwing my head back in pleasure.

God, I love having a fluffer. Especially one that looks like Clay.

When we’re in position—my cock poised at Trev’s hole, Jake yells, “Action!”

I slide my dick inside Trev’s ass, but keep my eyes focused on Clay’s. I groan, imagining I’m inside of Clay, making him moan for me. Even Trev’s annoying, high-pitched moans don’t take me out of the fantasy of having my cock fill Clay’s tight hole.

In my mind, Clay is bent over this bar, his leg propped on the stool beside me as I take him deep. One of my hands is on his hip while the other reaches around and grasps his thick cock, pumping him off as I pound into him. Clay moans for me, saying my name as he gets closer and closer to his release. I bend and bite Clay’s shoulder, giving him a touch of pain while he takes my dick beautifully.

Tossing my head back, I thrust into Clay, giving him my entire dick. I move my hand from his cock and grasp his shoulder, gripping tight as I chase my orgasm. Faster than I think, tremors wrack my body, signaling my impending release.

“Fuck yes, right there,” Trev says, breaking me out of my concentration of Clay and me fucking.

Growling in frustration, I open my eyes and focus on Clay’s ass again. That does the trick and five thrusts later, I’m coming hard into Trev’s ass, filling the condom. Remembering I’m in a scene, I reach around and stroke Trev’s dick fast, making him come just as the last spurt of my release leaves my body.

“Cut!” Jake yells, looking impressed. I pull out of Trev, who sags against the bar, looking thoroughly fucked out. It’s been a while since he’s been boneless like that after we had a scene. Looks like hiring Clay was the right call. Hopefully, Jake got his expression on camera. I know our viewers will eat that shit up. “Fucking hell, Stallion. That was fucking gold. If I can get chemistry like that every scene, I can retire in six months.”

I ignore Jake and find Clay’s eyes. They’re heated, smoldering, as if he caught the show too. I want to go to him, to tell him what I was thinking about during that scene, but I won’t approach him smelling of sex with Trev. No, I want to smell like sex because of him.

He smiles at me and gives me a thumbs up like I just aced a spelling test. I can’t help smiling back. Fuck, Clay might be my new addiction.

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