“Can we go back to slow and tentative, then start to increase.”
“Do you want me to cum?” Reid gasped, his hand digging into James’s thick thigh.
“No.”
James increased the pace, Reid’s cock slipping out of his mouth but meeting it again with a hunger. You could tell these guys were lovers, there was a natural quality to their movements, how safe they were with each other that was a complete turn on.
“I think we need to move it on a little, repay the favour and mix in mutual masturbation, like we talked about? I want to show both of you. It looks a little one sided if only Reid gets a blow job.”
“But I love giving him pleasure,” James said, laughing as he gripped his own cock, twisting his hand from root to tip. The tension in the air was hot and heavy now, sounds and moans were frequent and louder. Porn wasn’t just a visual thing for me, often the noises of pleasure turned me on the most and I wanted to capture every breath taken alongside the whimpers and groans.
“Will, move the camera slightly so I can see James touching himself.” I saw a small smile on his face, like he couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he complied, a shift that captured the head of his cock slipping through his hand perfectly. “Condom, please.” Just like that, Reid felt for the drawer, both of them laughing as the lamp wobbled and they had to manoeuvre themselves with Reid’s cock still in James’s mouth. I loved it, it was natural and normal and part of sex that porn didn’t talk about. The awkward moments, the funny times. The bumbling grabs and graceless movements. He rolled it down, both kissing as Reid took the lead. “I want this as natural as possible. I’ve only got time for one more scene. Who wants to do it?” I was referring to who wanted to be on the receiving end of anal. We’d discussed it before, both of them preferring to leave it to the feel of the night. They looked at each other, taking in their signs, reading their body language. Reid kissed James, holding his face in his hands.
“I’ll receive,” Reid said. “James sucked me off, so if we’re limited for time, it only seems fair.”
“Can you say that on camera? It shows that constant dialogue and checking in with each other,” I said.
So important.
“Skye,” Will, said. “Do you want me to stay here because I’ve lost all feeling in my right thigh and I’m unsure if I still have a bum cheek.”
Laughing, I told him to go with his instinct in order to get the best shot. He shook his head and gave me the death stare. He was out of his comfort zone, crouching between two cocks, but as action was called, he found the right spots, filming in close where needed and pulling back to show the look of pleasure on both of their faces. It was instinctual. He knew what looked good.
“That was beautiful, guys,” I said, after James came with a shout, digging his fingers into Reid’s chest. “I want to see the love between the two of you, hold each other. Stroke Reid’s face and just…be.” Will picked up his camera and started taking some shots. I’d asked him to capture still images to use in the promotion of the film. “That’s lovely.” Reid cradled James against him, turning his body slightly for Will to capture their sated cocks lying together. “Can we have some final words?”
James pulled his head back, righting Reid’s hair, looking at him like he was the most wonderful person in the world. “I love you,” he said, true and honest and a perfect ending for the film.
Margot held her hand up and high fived. “You do the honours, director.”
I sighed, caught Will’s eyes, full of admiration and love…for me.
“That’s a wrap, guys.”
18
Will
I’d been in some pretty mind-bending situations in my time, but I’d never crouched underneath two guys as they went for a particular stellar anal performance. I’d tried to take myself out of the situation, practice mindfulness, and try to complete complicated maths challenges, but there was still no getting away from the close proximity to my face of two rock solid cocks. I’d never really thought about the saying, A camera adds a ten pounds before, but it was absolutely true. Ten. Pound. Cocks. And those giganto cocks in porn you can’t possibly believe are real? The ones you tell yourself are prosthetic because an erection that big would cause them to pass out? Turns out, cock size in porn is not a trick of the light or special camera angle.
Throughout the shoot, I found myself glancing at my camera, the one I had on finance when I could barely afford to feed myself. I needed the equipment if I was going to make it big in the photography world. Who’d have thought it would come this? Will Mallard, porn camera guy, my pride and joy tainted. I didn’t have enough lens wipes with me to cleanse it of its sins.
“I’ve got to run,” Margot announced as I cleaned my camera for the seventh time. “I’ve let everyone else go. Skye’s just saying goodbye to James and Reid. You’re the last people here. Turn off the lights and pull the door closed when you leave. That will lock it.” She rubbed my back and I bristled slightly. “I trust you with my baby.”
“We’ll soon be on our way out anyway,” I replied, taking one last look at my baby before putting it down on the table where Skye had been directing.
“Laters,” Margot shouted with a wave. “You did great, tonight!”
“Thank you!” Skye’s voice came from behind the set and I watched, catching her shadow behind the fake window. She appeared like a vision, her baby pink hair stark to the white of the walls and bedding. She pulled the duvet and folded it, revealing two velvet benches, purple and teal. I recognised them from the night we watched Margot film. Fuck benches, apparently. The actor got a good angle for doggy style and I got a good angle for an erection.
Ass to cock.
She’d taken off her biker jacket in the middle of filming. I’d averted my eyes back to cocks when I realised she was wearing a white corset top that showed a hint of skin. She favoured this look and so did I. Faded jeans with rips to the knees, and pointy boots she could have my eye out and probably would – never doubt her – completed her signature look. I was in awe of her tonight. Amazing was the only word for it. She was nervous at first, I saw it immediately, a vibration in her voice, the shake of her hands, but she soon found the confidence and drive that defined her.
She pushed one of the fuck benches to the side and brought over the duvet, dropping it on the sofa beside me. I waited for her to speak, for her to be the first one to break the silence, raise the inevitable, transport us back to the two us against the wall, when all barriers were smashed and torn. She wrapped her arms around herself, highlighting goosebumps as she stroked her skin.
“Dropping colder now,” she said, dancing on tip toes.
“You’re not dressed for the weather,” I said, pointing to her…Jesus wept…nipples.
“Who are you, my dad?” she jabbed, smiling with it.
“You should cover your shoulders, perhaps wear a nice shawl,” I mumbled as those pointy little bastards seemed to get pointier.
“Not really the look I’m going for.” She smiled and I wanted that look to last forever. She was searching. Unsure of what she’d find but wanting to go there anyway. It was one of my many favourite parts of her. She pushed you until she was ready to capture you in her hands.