Page 4 of Salacious Star

Making porn, my brain helpfully added.It would be weirder if you thought he was hot anddidn'tget off.

It took a moment, but I finally got up the courage to type "Lance Stone" into the search bar, and then hold my breath as the results loaded.

When they did, I let out the breath as I saw the sheer number of videos that this guy had. I knew that porn stars could be prolific, especially if the money was good, but this seemed...a tiny bit excessive.

My fingers itched for the booze again, but I knew that was a bad idea. I was already well on my way to drunk, and it was going to be a tossup whether I was hungover for my first shoot the next day.

Instead, I clicked on the first video listed on the page, one with a whopping 6 million views.

It loaded immediately, and my mouth dried as the camera panned up a tall man with dark, curly hair. He was looking down at the man kneeling in front of him - a blonde - and a small smirk was playing on his lips.

"You were naughty, puppy," the man purred, his voice deep and velvet and seductive. "And I've decided what your punishment is going to be."

I startled a little, my cock immediately starting to fill at the sound of his voice. I glanced down at the description of the video, but it didn't explain which star was which.

And God, I hoped that the dark haired guy was the man I was going to be shooting with.

I swallowed, and clicked away from the video just as the camera angle changed, and I caught a glimpse of the blonde dropping his jaw for a long, objectivelystunningcock.

The search result page was back before I could look at it better, and I swallowed as my cock twitched in protest.

I clicked another video, and this time the first thing I saw was a shorter, twinky man - with light brown hair, not blonde - bent firmly over the back of a couch, wiggling a little with his hands lashed firmly together at the small of his back.

The bondage perked my cock up even more, and when the same tall, curly haired guy from the last video walked into the frame - wearing a pair of jeans and a casual shirt, this time - I swallowed down on my suddenly thrilled anxiety.

That was Lance. I was going to be doing...things with him. Pictures. And video. Oh, God...

"Good boy," Lance said softly. He smoothed his hand down the small of his partner's back, and the muffled sounds made me think the man was gagged. "Very good."

My cock jumped at the sound of his voice again, and I gave in, unbuttoning my pants and groaning softly when my hard length sprang free.

Lance's hand slid down, and the outline of his cock in his too-tight pants made my mouth water. He kicked his partner's feet apart with a low growl, and then his fingers were in his own mouth, and the camera panned in close.

Most porn that I watched didn't focus much on the actor's faces, though I didn't understand why. Seeing someone take an enormous cock was hot, of course, but seeing the look onsomeone's face while they were being taken apart - or doing the taking, on the other hand - was more erotic than any sexual act that a human could perform.

In my opinion.

An opinion that was immediate solidified, rock solid, when I watched Lance's eyes flutter half closed, and a soft moan escaped his lips where he was sucking on his own fingers.

A performance, of course. He was anactor.

But a damned good one, if the way that precome was beading at the head of my cock was any indication.

Lance's fingers were shiny and slick when they popped out of his mouth, and the camera panned away from his face. It focused on his fingers, teasing down the crack of the bottom, and Lance chuckled when his scene partner let out a patheticwhimper.

"Needy," he murmured. "So fucking needy for my cock, aren't you, baby boy?"

My cock jerked, spilling a sticky strand of precome down the shaft, and I groaned softly as I swallowed down the last of my reservations and wrapped my hand around it.

It felt good, better than it usually did to touch myself, I swallowed the needy sounds that I wanted to make, ones that would rival the man on the video who was being fingered open by Lance. I wasn't watching that, though. I was looking at Lance's hand. His fingers, long and thick, his veins prominent in his wrists where his fingers were twisting.

Fuck, they would feel good touching me. Stretching me, while he purred in that sexy as fuck voice of his...

The man bent over the couch let out a strangled sound of pleasure, and Lance cooed a sound of approval as his fingers worked faster. "You like that? Let me take care of you, baby boy. Let me touch that sweet spot of yours and make you so desperate you cry for me..."

The shot cut, and then Lance was fucking the guy. And God, his cock was a thing of beauty. I watched dazedly, only a tiny bit startled by the abrupt transition.

Long.Thick. Hard as a fucking rock, tugging on the rim of the bottom partner with every harsh thrust that Lance doled out.

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