Page 7 of Fluffing the Stallion

As I stretch my quads, I let my mind wander to Yuri. Houston Stallion. I will admit that after I pumped him off, I checked out a few of his videos. I’ve watched porn before, but I usually focused on the woman. With two guys fucking, I had no choice but to focus on the dicks on the screen. On the tight holes being plowed. On Yuri.

My mouth hung open the entire time I watched the first scene I clicked on. Even though Yuri is fucking huge, he was gentle with his partner. Even when he was pounding their asses hard and rough, I could tell he took care of them, making sure they only felt pleasure and wanted it how he was giving it to them.

Earlier when I was talking to Dario, I didn’t mention that I wanted to be one of the men under Yuri, taking his cock like the guy he seems to always get paired with, but I can’t face that kind of humiliation. I can’t tell Dario that after one time jerking a man’s dick that I want it in my ass.

That’s crazy, right? Going from fucking to getting fucked? But I can’t stop thinking about it. When I watched the second video, I imagined it was me. In the scene, they were missionary, with Yuri staring the man in the eyes. I wanted that. Even though I don’t know Yuri, I wanted that closeness and affection and gentleness from him as he rolled his hips and fucked me good.

I’m so confused and so horny.

“Clay?”

My head snaps to the right and I see Yuri standing there with a gray racerback tank top and black shorts that show his toned thighs and sexy calves.

Wait, they aren’t sexy. They’re, like, regular calves. Who the fuck am I kidding? They are. He is. Dammit, why is this my life right now?

Shaking my head, I clear my confused thoughts and give Yuri a smile. “Hey. What’s up?” Good, my voice sounds normal.

“Not much. You work out here often?” He pulls his water bottle from the bag slung over his shoulder and takes a sip. My greedy eyes track how his throat moves as he swallows and desire swirls in my belly. I don’t know when I started thinking men drinking was hot as fuck, but nothing I think makes sense anymore.

“As often as I can.” I stand up, thankful I didn’t get hard watching him drink and imagining him swallowing my cock with those same motions. “I’ve never seen you in here.”

“Yeah,” he says, moving his bag higher on his shoulder, tucking his water away and looking around the gym. “A friend told me this place had better equipment than the shitty gym near my apartment. I have to agree. It’s more expensive than my normal gym, but I like it here.” He looks back at me suddenly, pegging me in place. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

I almost swallow my tongue. “Huh?”

He smiles and I can’t help how my heart trips in my chest. Fuck, do I like him? I’m so fucking confused. I need to talk to someone about this. I don’t have many friends, so who? Maybe I’ll give Dario all the details so he can help again.

“I’m working tomorrow. I have two scenes. One with Trev.” He steps closer to me and drops his voice. I can feel the heat radiating from his body and I have to suppress a shiver at his proximity. “I can’t stand him, but people like us fucking for some reason. I need someone with magic fingers to keep my dick hard.” He looks pointedly at my hands and I suddenly don’t know what to do with them. I drop them to my sides, then ball them into a fist and slide them into pockets. I’m a fucking idiot.

“Oh,” I say dumbly. “Yeah. I’ll be there. I haven’t gotten a call from Jake yet?”

He grins again, stepping back. Yuri must know the effect he has on me. Why would he be wearing that self-assured grin if he didn’t? “Is that a question?”

“No. I mean, yes? No. No,” I stammer. “I haven’t talked to him. He told me he’d get me your schedule.”

“Well, now you know. Here, give me your number.” Yuri pulls his phone from his pocket. “I’ll text you when I’m working. Jake is a good guy, but he’s juggling like twenty actors and probably forgot.” He looks at me expectantly and I rattle off my number.

Yuri punches it in, then I hear my phone buzzing from my bag. “Now you have my number. Call or text me if you need anything. I’ll send you my schedule later.”

“Yeah, okay.” My eyes ping pong everywhere but at his face. When he stares at me, it’s like he can tell what I’m thinking. Like he knows I enjoyed touching him and want to do it again. Or that I want to know how his big dick feels inside me. God, would my virgin asshole even know what to do with all that cock? Highly doubt it.

Before he leaves, Yuri looks me up and down. “You look good.”

I do choke this time, suddenly coughing and my eyes water. Once my coughing has subsided, I croak, “What?”

“Like you work out a lot. What program do you use?” He smiles broadly when I stare at him blankly. He definitely knows what he’s doing to me.

“Umm, I make it myself. I plan my own … workouts.”

“Good to know.” After looking me up and down again, making goosebumps break out over my heated flesh, he smirks and pulls the strap of his bag higher. “See you tomorrow, Clay.”

Walking backwards, he keeps eye contact with me until he’s by the door, then turns to walk out with a light chuckle. I’m stuck in stunned silence, looking after him.

four

YURI

Trev’s face annoys me. The viewers that watch loves his sex face, but it makes me want to vomit. If he weren’t such a dick, I’d think it was hot too. But he doesn’t do it for me. Even his tight ass wrapped snugly around my cock doesn’t make me want to stay hard.

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