THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Galen Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. PROLOGUE For someone who had made his living out of sex, David Alan Johnson hadn't had some in two months and counting. Okay, technically he had sex with a client two hours ago. But that was his job, you know. Sitting here, alone in the most shadowy corner of Club Abracadabra, he listened to the guy performing and brooded as he took an absent bite from his sandwich. Like sex, his eating had also taken on a dull, lackluster note of late. His daily actions seemed to be done out of habit now, just because he had to and not because he enjoyed it. When had that happened? It happened, Dave hazarded, when his orgasms started becoming routine and dull. When sex became yet another slapping on a piece of rubber and getting down to the job of screwing a client literally out of a few hundred bucks. He wasn't guilty, actually, of the way he chose to make his living. He had the physique, and somehow people found him irresistibly virile. At sixteen, down on his luck, it seemed a good way to make a living. Now, at twenty- seven, he was bored. Even sex was a bore. It was ironic - he had more money than he'd dreamed of when he was a starving kid, but what he could do with the money now no longer brought him joy. Not even indifference. As luck, or fate, or whatever, had it, crazy maverick Ethan Hawke was discussing the latest controversial happenings in the New York art scene. Dave didn't care for art, but his ears perked up when he heard what Ethan was saying to a fellow sitting beside him. "It will have actual penetration. The first gay art film outside porno to have an actual penetration scene," Ethan was saying. "I don't know. It sounds exactly like a pornographic film," the other man was saying. "Even the script sounds completely porno. The man is a hack, Ethan. I bet he ripped the plot off some porno film he'd been jerking off to, and present it as some `art film'." "But that's what I find devilish about the whole thing, man," Ethan said. "This may be a porno film, but look at what the critics said about Von Triers' film and that French lesbian sex film? They have actual penetration, but nobody gives shit about that. This one will have the first actual gay sex on film, watch the critics fall over themselves kissing this one's ass." "Nope, I don't think so," the other man, whose identity Dave was starting to be very curious about, said. "Have you read the script, Eth? The other films you mentioned have one thing in common: they're all about misery, women's misery that is expressed via sex, sex, and more sex. This one has no misery, as far as I can tell, just some fantasy segments that culminate in gay fucking. This is a porn film, Ethan!" "So?" Ethan asked drolly. "Why are you so worked up over it? It's not as if we are financing the film, Freddie." "Oh yeah." The other man - Freddie - said. "I used to be so easy- going, damn, I'm turning into a worrisome, responsible old fusspot. Okay, but Ethan, that man will bring our group down when the crap hits the fan. We will still be ruined by association." "Since when did we care what people think?" "Since I started managing the finances. Like it or not, we need people to sponsor us, and we need to remain in their good books." "Freddie, if that's the case, I may as well work for the fucking Muppets Theatre Company," Ethan said. "Fuck that. I'll get the money. I always do, don't I?" "You'll run out of gullible old people one day," Freddie murmured, lifting his glass to his lips. "With my charm, never," Ethan said. "Don't worry. Alfonse may be one of our board members, but nothing else of our name is attached to that porn flick." "So it is a porn flick." Ignoring his friend, Ethan shrugged. "And if it does well, we'll grin if the praises overspill onto us. If it doesn't, hey, no harm done anyway, right? Alfonse can always see if some adult distributor is interested." "It is a well-written porn fantasy," Freddie conceded. "Now if they can only find two decent porn actors who can actually A-C-T and speak the pretentiously philosophical lines well, this film may actually do some business." "Trust you to see the best side of things." "When money's involved, I always do." Freddie smiled. "So, how's the audition? Alfonse hanged himself in exasperation yet?" "Almost." Dave leaned over the seat and tapped Freddie's shoulder. "Can you tell me where and when I can audition for this porn flick?" he asked. "Who the hell are you?" Freddie asked back. Dave didn't know why he wanted to audition. The last thing he wanted was more dull occupational sex. But still. he had nothing better to do. And he was bored. Ten minutes later, he had his directions. ONE Day One Galen Gering was nervous, more nervous than any other time he could remember in his life. For the millionth time he wondered if he was doing the right thing. As he watched the camera and set crew set things to order in preparation of the shooting of the first scene, he felt butterflies in his flat washboard stomach. It was strange, this fear. He was used to this. He was a porn actor, after all. Technically, he was, although he hadn't been in any movies for over a year now. He wanted to go clean, and do something that needed more than his cock and ass for once. He was pretty good in drama, and while he was offered several small roles in some daytime soap operas, he wanted more. He craved respect. Maybe this movie would give him some respect, maybe not. But waiting tables was hard on his ego, and his pretensions of grandeur had to wait. And this, a throwback to his old job, offered easy cash. Today's scene was one where he would play the reckless, willful men sold to slavery to some Middle-eastern Sultan. Nothing he hadn't done before, which only made him wonder just how much `artistic credibility' this movie was going to have. Look at the bright side, he told himself. If this was a porno movie, it would be his first star billing in one. His grin faded when he saw the man playing his lover in all four scenes walked in. The man was tall - six feet three, maybe - and average looks, but there was something about him that made Galen think of sex. Erotic, scorching sex. Galen tried to remember his co- star's name (Dave, he thought) and tried to lick his dry lips as he looked at the man. Even though Dave was clothed fully in jeans and a hideously bright red shirt with black vertical stripes, he walked and moved in ways that seemed to make his shirt mould to his torso, accentuating the well-tapered muscular build of the man. Everything about Dave was arousing, even those light fur that peeked from the collar of the man's shirt. Dave didn't have to shave, as strictly speaking, this wasn't supposed to be a porn film. Galen was glad, because his fingers itched to touch those fur, to feel those muscles on Dave's chest to feel if they were hard as they seemed. This time, he realized, filming a sex scene with his co-star wouldn't be much of a difficulty at all. He was already hard as a rock in his pants, his cock a burning brand of lust-hardened flesh throbbing along his left thigh in the constricting confines of his jeans. And Dave stopped before Galen. Galen felt as if the world had stopped turning, and he pressed his legs together in newfound modesty. He wasn't ashamed of his cock, no. he was just afraid that Dave would look at him and found him wanting. Which was ridiculous, with his chiseled, rugged mixed Latin looks that had gotten him into hot trouble more than once. "Hi. I'm Dave," the man said, a devil of lust incarnate whose grin, while logically normal, seemed like the sweetest onslaught on Galen's senses. "I've never done this before." "Really?" Galen thought they hired porn players - like he - for this. "Yeah. I mean, I've performed for audiences before, but not on camera." "Oh, don't worry. You'll get used to it. It's pretty impersonal," Galen said, even wondering if he was lying. No way could he behaved personally with Dave, not now when Dave was clothed and standing him and Galen wanting to beg him to take him now and then, and certainly not when Dave was above him, the man's cock buried deep inside Galen. "And if you lose your hard-on" - again, a possible impossibility where Galen was concerned - "they'll have someone - a guy or a gal, your choice - to blow you back to full mast." "Okay. That's a bit more information that I ask for." Dave grinned and went down on one knee so that their eyes were level. Galen fidgeted on his seat as Dave seemed to look right into his soul. "I won't disappoint you." "It's just a job," Galen said, his voice low and husky despite his best attempt to mask his desire. "Yeah." Dave looked down, and Galen wondered if, maybe hoped it was so, whether his erection was showing. "I haven't enjoyed sex in a while now, and I haven't initiated any fucking outside business for months." Galen swallowed. "Yeah," he said stupidly, not knowing what to say. And he jumped when Dave's hand moved between his legs, those long, elegant fingers closing around the thick, rounded outline of his erection along the inner line of his left thigh. "I think I will like this job," Dave almost purred. And he spread his legs, allowing Galen to see that his lust wasn't just one-sided. The reciprocation was there - an almost grotesquely huge bulge throbbing between Dave's muscular thighs. The silence was broken when Dave stood up. He carelessly adjusted his erection and winked at Galen, who was still struck dumb in his seat. "I've to get ready for the first scene. See you later, Galen." Galen could only nod. The opening scene of the movie had Dave, playing an unauthentic- looking Middle-Eastern monarch. If Dave didn't look anything remotely Middle-Eastern however, the audience wouldn't probably care. Not when he walked in wearing nothing but a traditional headgear and a loose, long robe that was fastened only by a sash around Dave's waist. As he walked, the robe parted and swished around his thighs, allowing the audience a teasing, occasional glimpse of the dark pubic region of the man. To save cost, Alfonse Amerro, the only person on set who insisted that what he was directing was high art, had decided to commission some really ersatz set of a Middle-Eastern harem. Gaudy red curtains and tacky-looking pillars framed a floor covered with pillows and furs, upon which seven young, pretty twinks cavorted and writhed in an orgy of kisses that would put a Bel Ami production to shame. They were supposed to be new slaves waiting for the Sultan's initiation. Or something. This was cornier than hell, Galen thought, watching from the camera crew area. Art his ass, Alfonse must be smoking crack when he thought up this "art". Galen crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, all derision forgotten as the cheesy soundtrack faded into the background in his senses. Dave was watching him. no, at the mass of writhing tangle of beautiful limbs. No, at him, Galen realized with a start. Dave's eyes were right at his, and as Galen watched, Dave unclasped the sash, letting the heavy robes fell down his body and back. The quiet gasp that broke free from Galen followed the sight of Dave's gloriously muscled body, almost flawless in its sculpted, sinewy perfection of fluid, bronzed muscles, corrugated abdomen, and tight thighs that ended high on round, hard buttocks. The chest and stomach were liberally dusted with fine, dark hair, the wide yet sparse thatch on the chest tapering to almost disappearing down that groove that bisected those washboard abs, only to reappear in a thicker triangle of pubic fur that framed a thick, flaccid cock that almost hung below his heavy ball sac. And as Galen watched, and Dave watched back, that cock of the latter started to harden. Like a hooded cobra awakening from its slumber, the thick cock slowly straightened, blood filling its expanding veins to render it rigid and proud. Galen bit his lower lip as his own cock followed the lead, fast filling until Galen thought he would explode out of his own jeans. He spread his legs as wide as he could, but there was no relief - none, unless. Galen looked around him, and found that like he, everyone was hypnotized at the sight of Dave's filling erection, now standing full and high at its highest angle, thrusting proudly way past Dave's navel. Already one of the boys on the ground was crawling towards Dave. Dave let the robe fell to the ground behind him, spreading his legs like a deity receiving blessing, the blessing that was the blond boy's mouth eagerly closing over Dave's cock. Dave slowly lowered himself onto his knees, even as another boy - a dark- haired lad looking rather like a long-forgotten child actor to Galen - climbed over the hungrily sucking blond boy to kiss Dave. Galen couldn't tear his eyes away from the subsequent orgy. Dave was kissed, he kissed, he was sucked, and he sucked and jerked off and touched. Galen's own hand unzipped his pants, and let his fingers closed around his heavy, swollen cock as it fell out hard and erect from his pants opening. Dave has had enough. He wanted more. And now, the lucky boy whom Dave had been fondling and showed an obvious preference too was taking the position, on the furs on his knees and hands, his buttocks high and his body slightly quivering with anticipation. Galen envied that boy even as he knew soon he would be in that same position. Oh, he couldn't wait. his fingers gripped his cock hard as the boy gave out a loud, definitely unforced scream of pleasure when Dave gave it to him. Galen ran his fingers along his cock, squeezing his tip and feeling the pearly drop ooze from his slit as he watched that thickly- veined cock of Dave's feeding itself inch by splendorous inch into that boy's quivering anus. Dave's stomach clenched in taut muscular splendor as the man began to fuck the boy hard, not even caring for the boy's whimpers of pain-pleasure. Galen didn't know how long he stood there, slowly playing with his cock as Dave took one, and another, and all seven boys on the fur. After the third boy, Dave's cock and the region around his crotch and thighs were red from the bruising fucking it had given, and the mat of fur was tangled with ass and seminal juices. But that cock and Dave showed no sign of flagging in their unwavering stamina. He kept taking and fucking the boys, one by one, until they screamed for mercy, their own cocks ejaculating beautiful creamy fluids onto the furs until the whole room stank of man fuck. Something snapped in Galen as Dave pulled his cock out after the seventh boy fuck for the prerequisite ejaculation shot. As he watched Dave arched his back, every muscle in his stomach and thighs in taut tension as that cock in his right hand throbbed, seemed to harden further. and exploded in a glorious fireworks of semen after three heartbeats, Galen felt his own breaking, and he shuddered as warm semen of his own exploded forth, wracking him in pleasure as his hands spilled over. Dave was watching him come. He didn't say anything, but before he reached down to kiss the boy under him, he mouthed a deadly promise to Galen. "You're next." TWO He was a slave. Galen hated his corny slave collar, but that was all he was required to wear, unlike the ridiculous toga-like wraps of his "captors". He had a trickling of "blood" down his chin, and he was suitably mussed and looking roughed-up for this scene. He was pushed roughly onto his knees and made to bend forward to look at the floor. "White slave for your majesty," the slaver said in horrendous accent no respectable Middle-Eastern man would use. "Let me see him." Dave's voice, low and rich, sent tingles of pleasure up Galen's spine, and his cock twitched in anticipation. The slaver pulled his head up by painfully gripping his hair, and Galen was forced to look up at the glorious masculinity of Dave up close - this close - for the first time. Dave was wearing that ridiculous headgear again, but this time around, he forgo the sash. His robe hung open, exposing that delicious erect cock just inches away from Galen's salivating mouth. Dave reached down and cupped Galen's chin. "Beautiful," he murmured. Galen lost it. It wasn't in the script, but he reached out and gave that thick, bloodshot red cockhead a wet lick. Already Dave was spilling delicious wet precum, which Galen licked with vigorous enthusiasm. "Easy, you'll have it later," Dave said, gently pushing Galen away. "Take him to the bath and get him ready for me," he told the slaver, who then pulled Galen away. Time for the next scene. Galen licked his lips, still tasting the salty virility of Dave, and tried to steady his heartbeat. Soon, Dave promised. Galen couldn't wait. Two slaves washed him in the pool. Galen closed his eyes and let the hands cleaned him. In the warm water, he was slowly being aroused by the touch of those two, who soaped and cleansed every inch of his skin, even the erect cock of his, one man even pausing to wipe a warm cloth along the slit. All three were nude and unheeding of the water spilling over the massive raised pool onto the floor. Galen moaned when he felt one man's fingers moving between his legs and roughly up his anus, scrubbing the raw flesh inside clean in preparation for Dave. And that slave pressed himself against Galen's back, letting Galen feel his muscular pectorals and those two hard male nipples that burned onto Galen's flesh. The other slave now leaned forward to feast on Galen nipples, his hands feeling and kneading Galen's abs and chest as his mouth started sucking on the erect bud. Galen's knees buckled, and he almost fell were not for the two slaves sandwiching him. Fingers plunged and rubbed inside his anus, fingers kneading his balls and jerking him off, fingers rubbing Galen's oozing precum all over his cock head, and fingers driving Galen almost out of his mind in an orgy of sensations: burning pleasure, tingling madness, painful ecstasy. With a growl, he pushed the slave in front of him off him and roughly took the man, his cock forcing itself up the man's anus until the slave cried out. Galen felt the slave behind him move, and his own anus parted willingly to accept that thick cock now penetrating him. He looked up, saw Dave standing by the pool, aroused and smiling at him, and then down at the slave's back, the man's muscles tensed as he tried to accommodate to Galen's thickness and length. It wasn't easy - Galen wasn't a porn actor for nothing if his dick wasn't anything less than huge. His lips opened when Dave stepped into the pool, his legs carefully spread wide over each side of the slave being buttfucked by Galen, and closed over the thick smooth cock crown Dave offered. As he sucked, he was in heaven. He was fucking, being fucked, and he had a cock in his mouth, the fucking biggest cock he'd ever had. As the waters churned with their thrusting hips, the room resonated with their throaty moans and the slapping sounds of wet flesh meeting wet fevered flesh. As shootings went, this scene went down amazingly well. Dave kissed Galen an hour later. This time they lay on a bed of furs, in a room designed to look like a sultan's boudoir. Galen lay back, feeling a nervous trepidation despite his experience in this as Dave moved his huge form over Galen and between Galen's thighs. "You're mine now," Dave whispered only for Galen's ears. Galen shuddered and his cry was swallowed by Dave's kiss just as Dave took him. "Mine," Dave growled, and his cock split Galen open like nothing ever could before. Galen tried to spread his legs wider and lifting his groin, but he was pinned down by Dave's weight and that cock was like a fucking baseball bat up his ass. But Dave was gentle - slowly, he eased himself out inch by inch, until Galen's burning anus registered its loss and clamped hard on Dave. Slow thrust, shallow and tender, as Dave kissed the tears from Galen's eyes, and Galen couldn't help but to respond. The pain was there, but oh yes, the pain was now ebbing, to be replaced by a wild explosion of pleasure as Dave touched him as he fucked him. Fingers on his shoulders, chest, teasing his nipples. lips on his, whispering promises that the pain would leave and Galen would feel pleasure. As Dave increased the depths and speed of his pumping, Galen arched his back, urging him on. Galen wanted. needed. ah, this, yes, this - Dave so deep up him, touching this aching need so deep in Galen that each rough thrust of Dave's cock burned and sent painful spasms of pleasure up Galen's spine. He buried his head in Dave's shoulders, clinging at those wide and powerful muscles as he was banged and fucked out of his brains in the ride of his life. His anus burned in protest, his nerves frying as each coring of that cock stretched him open to the hilt. But he loved this, he fucking loved this - being taken, being filled so completely that he was whole, oh fuck, yes, yes - he bit down on Dave's shoulders, tasting the blood that flooded his mouth. He felt Dave's shudder of pain, heard his approving groan, and felt Dave's final, hard thrust, so hard that he lifted Galen and pushed the man back a few inches up the fur bed, and so hard that Galen felt his hip bone vibrating with the crack of impact with Dave's. Then Dave was coming, spilling his delicious creamy juices into Galen's burning insides. Galen cried, he did, tears running down his face as Dave kissed them and the pain away. "Cut! This is amazing!" they heard Alfonse say. Maybe they didn't, as Dave continued kissing Galen, now at the mouth, their lips and tongues dancing in a duet of writhing passion fast rekindling. And this time, Galen pushed Dave back onto the furs, Dave unresisting, his hips wide spread willingly as Galen moved between them. Only when Dave gave a pained cry that Galen broke their kiss and looked down at Dave's pained face in concern. "It's been too long," Dave said between harsh breaths. "Don't worry - I'll get used to this." "You'll love it," Galen told him. Dave did. Galen sighed and pulled the dressing gown tight around his body. Taking a grateful sip of hot coffee, he sat back in his room and eased his body, so used and broken by Dave in the filming today. The room was icy cold, without decent heating despite Alfonse's promises that it would be fixed by this evening. "Come in," he said to the knock on his door. "Dave," he said with relief/joy/nervousness when he saw who just walked into his room. "Hi. Just wanting to see if you're okay," Dave said, sounding nervous himself. "I'm okay. Just cold, but coffee helps. Here." Galen filled another cup and passed it to Dave. Dave put the cup aside. "Tomorrow we will be filming another scene." "Yeah." Galen looked at the other man. They both didn't know what to say to each other, really. Finally, Dave just pulled off his shirt. To Galen's look, he just said, "Look, I don't want to sleep alone tonight, not when you're next door. And no sex - we can save that for tomorrow. I just want to hold you." Galen tried to suppress the unfamiliar warmth spreading in his chest at Dave's words. "It's cold," he said. "I could use some human warmth in bed." "Yeah." Dave was a great pillow, Galen learned. The man was all hard muscles, but the skin was soft, with the warm thatch of down on the man's chest providing the softest of cushioning. They didn't fuck, but Dave did pushed all of his hard cock up Galen's anus to the hilt, and in that position, Dave's front pressed to Galen's back and his cock buried deep in Galen's body, they slept their first night on set together. THREE Day Two "You came up my ass last night," Galen said, walking out of the shower that morning. "From the amount, I'd say twice." "Maybe I fucked you in my sleep," Dave said, shrugging. "I do that sometimes, without even me knowing. Sorry." "No, that's okay." Galen playfully threw Dave's briefs at the man. "Get cleaned up, my friend, we will have to start shooting soon." Friend. Dave grinned at the word. "Yeah. What's for breakfast?" "Depends on what the chef is cooking." The chef was also their cameraman, and judging from yesterday's meals, an atrocious cook. "But I have asked someone to get us some McDonald's breakfast." "Perfect." Dave walked into the shower. "Galen, can I sleep with you every night while we're filming?" The request made Galen's day, it really did. "Sure," he said, trying his best to sound nonchalant. And Dave's mischievous wink was all the answer he needed. Humming happily, he started to pull on his shirt. Galen normally wouldn't pick up hitchhikers. But today was different. Dave, the hitchhiker, was clad simple white cotton muscle shirt under frayed brown denim jacket and faded blue jeans indecently tight. He tried to drive, trying not to notice the thick cylinder of flesh along the thigh of Dave's raised left leg. Or the way the rain had caused the slightly wet shirt to soak Dave's chest like a second skin. The rain became too heavy, and Galen suggested that they stopped at the nearest possible stop - a motel. Which was where Galen was now, drying his bare chest with a towel as Dave walked in, wearing only his low-clinging jeans. "You miss a spot, here," Dave said. He was going out of script. He didn't care. Neither did Galen. "Where?" "Here, let me do it." Dave took the towel and started rubbing the long length of Galen's back. "Thanks for giving me a ride." They were supposed to have small talk, and then Galen would walk to bathroom to bathe. Dave, however, pulled Galen onto the bed before Galen could move to the bathroom. "Fuck the script," Dave said when Galen mentioned the script. "If I get fired." "I'll pay you the money then," Dave shot back. "Damn you." "I'd prefer `Fuck you'." Dave pushed Galen down onto the bed, and his hand easily unfastened the man's jeans. Galen wanted to say something, but he couldn't when Dave's mouth found his cock. Ooh. slowly, slowly. oh yes, like that, as Dave licked the slit slowly before lavishing the smooth domed crown with his rough tongue, pausing only to tease the sensitive cock head with little nibbles of his teeth. Galen heard someone come towards them, but he couldn't move or react, not when Dave was so good at fellatio. not when. The world went black. Galen came to consciousness what seem ages later, and Dave's concerned expression was the first thing he saw. "You okay?" the other man asked, his large hand absently rubbing Galen's right cheek. "You're supposed to be feign blacking out, not do the real thing and scare the shit out of me." "You scared?" Galen tried to rise, but Dave pushed him gently back down. "Fucking hell I am." Dave ran his hand along the back of his hand, a charming gesture of worry. "You okay?" he asked again. "Yeah." "I'll ask them to give you some time off - " "No, sex with you will make me feel better." Dave grinned. "That good, huh?" Galen let his legs stretch around Dave and run the heel of his right leg gently down the sensitive groove between Dave's butt cheeks. "I think I can use some of that wholesome fucking of yours right now." Dave was already more than willing, as his cock had now fitted tightly against the folds guarding the entrance into Galen's anal sheath. The teasing wide tip forced Galen to open slightly, and Galen wanted to arch his hips to make that man slip in deeper, but Dave's hands on his hips forced him to stay down. "Okay, action!" they heard Alfonse call. Galen for the first time took hold of his surroundings. They had changed the set of the motel room slightly to form a darker room that was supposed to be a coven hall. Oh yeah, he was supposed to discover now that Dave was actually the high priest of some cult dedicated to sex and unearthly worship, and he was supposed to try to escape but in vain. Sixteen tall, hulking dark-skinned men stood around the furs he and Dave were lying on, each sporting huge erections, their tips already shiny with lubrication. For a moment Galen feared that they would take turns on him, and those huge cocks would rip him apart in a non-stop gangbang, but Dave's calm reassuring embrace steadied his nerves. Lights, camera, action. Dave moved up Galen's body, straddling the man gently until his cock was brushing against Galen's lips. Galen's mouth opened gladly, and that thick shaft forged down even as Dave's mouth closed over Galen's cock. They moved in rhythm, tasting each other's cock, in a slow, sensual dance of thrusting hips. Galen was intoxicated in the scent of Dave's sex, his lips mouthing and caressing every curve and arching thrust of Dave's penis until he felt the man's answering spasm. Rich, heady cream flooded his mouth, and Galen choked, tried to swallow as the enormous penis in his mouth pumped its salty fluids down his throat. And then Dave was pulling away from Galen's mouth, but before Galen could mourn the loss, Dave was lying his body across Galen, their muscular bodies burning each other as Dave kissed Galen, his tongue lapping at his own juices from Galen's mouth. As they kissed, drinking and sharing Dave's spilled juices between them, Dave's still hard cock unceremoniously nudged at Galen's entrance and then pushed in. Galen didn't know if he cried out. When he looked, the men surrounding them were now jerking themselves off in a synchronous rhythm that seemed in pace with the muted groans of the men coupling on the floor. Dave's hips slammed into Galen's hip arch with each thrust, and each thrust caused Galen to cry out with pleasure. The first rain of creamy semen caught him off-guard, splattering onto his face. He looked up, and saw, in awe, the ejaculation of the man standing right above his head, a copious raining of delicious semen to splatter onto Dave's heaving back, onto Galen's face, onto Galen's hungrily searching tongue. More of those men came, drenching them both with fluids of their virility, and Galen licked them off Dave's shoulders, drunk on the salty taste, hungering for more even as his anus clamped hard on Galen, urging the man to flood him with the man's virile juices. Dave's rough, warm tongue licked Galen's face clean, and he too started cleaning Galen's shoulder and chest as he continued banging his cock into the man. Galen's heated, wet grip on his cock was like a vise, driving his balls to burn beyond control, and then he was coming, scorching Galen's insides with his thundering climax. Semen rained on them as the silent watchers continued masturbating themselves, and Dave murmured, "It's not over, Galen," even as his hips resumed its fuck rhythm. Galen held on for dear life, and prayed he would survive this. FOUR Day Three "I quit," Galen announced, walking into the set. "I can't take this anymore." "What?" Alfonse looked up from his reading. "You can't do that! You have a contract." "Yeah, sue me." "What's going on?" Dave asked, walking into the room. "I'm quitting," Galen said. "Okay, so do I," Dave said. "What?" Alfonse exclaimed. "Why are you quitting?" Dave asked later as he toyed with Galen's hair. "I'm getting out while I can. I'm starting to get too attached to you." "So? You think I'm not getting too attached to you?" Dave winced slightly as Galen climbed off his now flaccid cock. "I don't want to do this without you. You make me feel alive again." "And you, Dave, do the same to me." Galen closed his eyes wearily. "You're a whore, I'm a porn actor. Think we'll last?" "Why not?" Dave asked back. Galen shrugged. "Good question." EPILOGUE Dr Matthew Broderick was a mild-mannered man. He was rarely stunned into silence. Well, today was a rare occasion. He stared at the TV screen, tilting his head when the couple on the screen started a rather complicated position. "Good, huh? Gay porn at its finest," his partner Ethan said, sitting on the couch beside Doc. "I'm speechless." "Alfonse is always an improviser. When those two announced that they've had it - and I don't blame them - Alfonse decides to scrap the artistic vision he had and took what's left to make a gay love story instead." "This is a gay love story?" Doc asked, incredulous. "All I see is nothing but sex." He bit his lip. "Great sex," he admitted. His own hormones were slowly going overheated by the movie, as well as the presence of the man beside him. Ethan had a way of making him go out of control even by his mere presence. He unbuttoned his first two button and yanked at the tie. He was still in his office suit. Ethan grinned, knowing what Doc was feeling. "Well, Alfonse says that this is a story of two men who meet at a porn set, fall in love, and walk out for some sweet romantic love. I've met Dave and Galen though, and they will be the first to scoff that they're in love. More like new friends who just couldn't take their hands off each other. Anyway, it's working. There's a fierce bidding war between the main adult film distributors for this one." "Oh yeah." Doc couldn't say anything more. He turned, grabbed Ethan by the man's shirtfront, and pulled the man down for a hungry kiss. Ethan was, as always, glad to oblige Doc in every and any whim Doc had and ever desired.