Speedo-clad Ricardo shook hands with naked James, Mama San having made the introductions. The big guy was already erect thanks to Leslie, Monica's close friend. Being naked in front of her was a real thrill. He even got to rub his boner against her leg for a brief, glorious second, the effects of which were still reverberating through his loins. However, it was quite clear that James' boner went to another level once Ricardo entered the picture, which was a mixed blessing, from his perspective.
The official name of the video was
Soapland Confidential
, to differentiate it from the one they did for Hideki. This one was a Donkey production through and through. Leslie had been cast as Mama-San, which traditionally was a non-sexual role, but Monica didn't see it that way, and she told Leslie to slut it up, if that was even possible. Leslie only had one look, after all. No matter how she dressed, no matter how she applied the war paint or fixed her hair, she had an inbred, slutty sexiness that she couldn't disguise. She ramped it up for today, knowing Monica's expectations. It might have been the white micro-mini with the red polka dots, or the stiletto heels that accompanied it, or her perfectly coiffed hair, deliberately messy, looking as if she had just woken up. It screamed, 'fuck me'. Her light-blue eye shadow accentuated her dark blonde hair to perfection. A subdued shade of pink for the lipstick, and she was good to go. She could bring a sleeping cock to life. What a waste, being married to a rich, older man. The lifestyle was great, but you better own a state-of-the-art vibrator. Leslie was a real boner-bender, and she killed it while walking across the empty Soapland lobby. It sent a powerful message, which was strap yourself in, get the tissues ready, and enjoy the ride. The new Mama-San was a game-changer.
Maybe there's still hope for me, Monica wondered. She and Leslie were the same age, and the director was dazzled at how her friend managed to stay so relevant. Mama-San was filmed entering the empty facility, her heels clicking rhythmically on the floor, her dress revealing the right combination of cleavage and leg to guard against fast-forwarding by a viewer impatient to get to the hot stuff.
The action shifted to the locker room, where naked James stood at the ready. Mama-San gave him a slight smile, and her eyes gazed down at his impressive dong, which leapt to boner-status as soon as he had gotten a glimpse of her hemline. Wanting to deliver a good performance, James had foregone sex for almost thirty-six hours, and his cock squirmed like a bucking bronco impatient to get out of the gate. He never knew the script in advance, and was extremely happy when he found out that he had a scene with the sultry, horny and bored Leslie. She, on the other hand, was reminded of why she agreed to appear in Monica's films. She may not have needed the money, but she had a big need for the visual stimulation, and James' massive, fourteen-inch appendage was getting it done. And just for the record, she did own a state-of-the-art vibrator.
Leslie stood in front of a locker and casually removed her dress, revealing cream-colored, satin panties and a white bra. She cared not that James was watching, or that he was aroused. Nonchalantly, as if she had done it a thousand times, Mama-San accepted the garment he handed her, which was a white dress of the type worn by nurses. James then grabbed hold of his menacing specimen and rubbed it against her.
"Not now," Mama-San said, "we have a new employee arriving today."
"Hot damn," James responded, excited at the prospect of a hand-job. He imagined a two fisted one, and his penis throbbed at the prospect of working with sexy Leslie plus some young tart Monica had specifically hired for her ability to turn a man on.
Enter Ricardo, with his mule-sized tool jutting prominently from inside his tight speedo. James by now was well trained in homo lovemaking, and nothing they did surprised him any longer, so he did a good job of masking his disappointment. He should have known that they'd do something like this. However, he remained aroused, and his big-boned weapon was strapped on tight as he stepped forward to shake Ricardo's hand, Leslie having made the introductions. The momentum of the handshake caused his cock to sway from side to side, and the image of Leslie smiling, looking on while a big, exposed dick met a big, barely hidden dick, was a takeaway that would become part of the video's promotion.
James flinched not when Ricardo started working on him. He resigned himself to having a man do the massage, even though he was expecting a woman. But there was something going on - not all was lost; his cock felt like it was on fire. It was extremely agitated. Was it Leslie, was it Ricardo; even James didn't know. By making Ricardo the new hire, Monica was aiming for sexual ambiguity, and she got it in spades.
A perfect storm of intoxicants was working on James, who was as aroused as anyone had ever seen him. There was the thirty-six hour abstention from sex; luscious Leslie and the reminder of her underwear clad body; the sensation of his cock rubbing against her warm, soft skin; and lastly, there was Ricardo, whose bulging crotch teased and tantalized the naked man as he lay on the table. James' eyes remained glued to the bulge. Mama-San had shown Ricardo how to maneuver it close to the customer's line of vision without having it appear to be intentional.
James tried to repress all thoughts about Ricardo and focus on Leslie. She stood beside him the entire time, instructing to the new hire in the fine art of body and penis massage, which added a CFNM element to the homoerotic man-play. She even made contact with his organ, holding it at one point to demonstrate a particular technique to Ricardo. James loved being naked in front of a clothed woman, and Leslie wasn't your average clothed woman. She looked like a socialite who was slumming, and it appealed greatly to him. He also hoped that everyone would realize his arousal was for her and not the gay guy. James was a little sensitive to accusations that he himself was a fag. Jane had been calling him a closet homo ever since she met him, partially in jest, but partially not, and after seeing Dan turn the way he had for Johnny, a lot of people were expecting James to do the same. So what if he liked it when Sydney reamed him with a dildo, that didn't mean he wanted a live cock back there, did it?
Ricardo had trouble concealing his package behind his brief, flimsy garment. The outline of his cock-head was clearly defined against the thin material. He had been told to expect some big cocks on the Donkey set, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine this. Some men claim to be fourteen inches, but James really was. His cock had sprung up almost to his navel. It was thick and meaty, and it took a lot of self-control on Ricardo's part not to slobber all over it. Olivia was going right to the top of his client list. No waiting for her, ever. And he'd gladly come to her house to do the cutting, especially seeing who her houseguests were. Ricardo's penis itched through the clingy material. It was desperate to be freed, pleading for a release from its tight confines. It certainly caught the attention of James as he lay on the massage table. At this moment it was had to take serious his claim that Leslie was the source of his erection.
Where there's smoke there's sometimes fire, and talk of James' gayness hit close to home. William was the first man to turn him on, and having sex with him on the Donkey set didn't feel like work to James; it was man-love. He tried to rationalize it as a one-off, but having been taught a finer appreciation of the male species, he had since developed sexual urgings for other men, most recently Dan, who seemed to attract a long line of admirers from both sides of the aisle.
Part of James wanted to reach out and touch Ricardo's bulge, and rather than fantasize about Leslie, or even his girlfriend, Sydney, James began thinking about Dan and his manly trophy. The training lesson was nearing the end-stage, and the only body part remaining to be massaged was the love muscle, and for that Ricardo needed no further instruction from Mama San. With his eyes closed, and smiling with pleasure, nobody could have imagined that James was fantasizing about Dan. Of all the men James had encountered on a Donkey set, he was the only one whose penis made him envious. He would willingly sacrifice two or three inches of his own meat for the shape and contour of Dan's, not to mention its personality. Yes, some cocks have personality; they're larger than life, which is probably why Jane felt inspired to make a film that revolved around Dan's cock. James was no longer in denial; he was in love with Dan's cock. This realization unnerved him more than a little; maybe he was gay, but so what? He was on a massage table, getting a good work-over, and with his eyes closed he could pretend that it was Leslie or...Dan; damn, why did it always came back to the horse-dicked Dan? That was one of the last of James' thoughts, because Ricardo had amped up the pressure, and before too long he had James at his mercy. He was grunting and convulsing, which could mean only one thing, and a rocket ship carrying a cargo of thick, gooey semen prepared for take off.
Leslie gasped when the explosion burst; James was a prodigious ejaculator, and her voice brought him back to reality. Now he was straight James, enthralled that a desirable woman with a short dress was paying attention to his orgasm. It didn't matter than a man was yanking on it; Leslie's presence kept it hetero.
Ricardo knew what to do once a penis began spurting, and he skillfully manipulated a long trail of white fluid into the air, like a rainbow, arching across the horizon. James was spraying all over the place, and Ricardo's bulge seemed to grow in proportion to his output. Monica gleefully absorbed all that transpired, and it should be a seminal moment she thought, when the hairstylist's penis finally makes its debut, as it would.
Mama-San took a damp towel and demonstrated the best way to clean up the expelled juice, and damn if James' cock didn't remain firm. You see, he thought, it's Leslie that got me hard, not Ricardo, and certainly not his bulge that was threatening to tear apart the lightweight fabric by virtue of its girth. James wouldn't object if Monica asked him to lower Ricardo's briefs and go down on his knob, but it wasn't in the cards.
****
The nude beauty contest that Jane served as judge was a farce from start to finish. She was always amazed at the Japanese mentality when it came to sex. The event took place on a Saturday afternoon in a large auditorium that seated four hundred, and every seat was filled by enthusiastic girls of high-school age, the kind who cheer and scream on cue. Jane had to sign a consent form before the event, which stipulated that all present were over the age of eighteen, but she had some doubts.
Before the event began, in a make-believe, reality segment, several cameras followed Jane as she went backstage and entered the contestant area. Because of her loose fitting retro dress there was an opportunity for an upskirt, and were that to happen, there were enough cameras on her tail to capture and preserve it. An upskirt would do wonders for the ratings if they could incorporate it, however fleeting, into the trailer. All this so Jane could walk in on the naked men and 'surprise' them. But the men were expecting her, because they formed an inspection line. Some of the men were pulling on their cocks to make them more appealing for the leggy blonde westerner. Jane wasn't sure what the rationale was, other than to exploit her, but she was being well compensated, so she followed the script. She looked each man over in the area where it mattered most. She made no comment other than through her facial expressions, and she bowed deeply afterwards before moving on to the next cock; excuse me, man, the next man. Jane liked the bowing ritual. There was no way her hem could avoid rising, and Herman had selected tangerine colored panties with pale white vertical stripes. They would look smart when appearing out from under her navy blue mini-dress. Jane thought she should have gone with white panties, but she acquiesced to Herman's wishes.
The other four judges consisted of a woman who was an adult video star and three men, two of whom must have been gay, for only one stared at her legs when she sat down.
They were on their way back to Los Angeles when the conversation turned to Hideki.
"He's cool. I like him," Herman said.
"So you like him now? It doesn't have anything to do with last night, does it?" Herman blushed.
Herman had been watching the
Soapland
