"Cut! Cut! Cut!"
"For fuck sake, Brenda, do I really need to remind you? Lift. Your. Fucking. Ass! I need to see your butthole in the shot. And you, whatsisface, Barry? Is this your first time? You're not fucking your girlfriend here dammit, we're making a goddamn movie. Is it too much to ask for you to just move your hip to the side? So maybe the camera can also get to see her cunt too? It's like I'm working with fucking amateurs here!"
"My name is Mateo."
"Whatever, pool boy, just follow my instructions for fuck sake."
"Ok, re-set. Barry! Put your cock back inside her. Cameras! You ready? Ok let's go... Action!"
Mateo reset himself behind Brenda but lifted his knee to open his stance behind her this time. The performance enhancement tablets he took hours ago proved to be worth every penny he spent. His seven-inch cock was still rock solid after numerous calls of "cut!", standing around and then having to start over again.
Although somewhat desensitized by the surrounding cameras and crew, he was well aware of the dull ache developing in his ball sack. He was going to cum. Imminently. But he was well aware that he would be required to do so on the director's cue.
Mateo, a well-built and rather handsome-looking twenty-three-year-old student, was booked for this gig through his casting agency. He shot a portfolio about a year ago after seeing a modeling advert in a magazine and was hopeful he could earn some much-needed cash. But three auditions in, he conceded that this would not be the easy-money gig he thought it would be.
When Megan, his manager, called him in, she sat him down to discuss "alternatives" to the modelling options. He assumed it would be something like hourly-rate promotional work at the mall.
"I am going to ask you some straightforward questions. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just say so and we can call it a day. You OK with that?"
Yeah, of course, fire away!" he replied cock surely.
"Are you straight?"
"What? Really?"
"Just answer the questions please."
"Ok, yes I am."
"Would you have any issues being filmed naked?"
"What? Naked?"
"Yes. Naked. Would you have any issues being filmed with no clothes on?"
"Shit, I guess it depends on what the job's paying."
"Good answer. Ok, second last question. Would you consider doing a porn shoot?"
"What? Are you crazy! For crying out loud, Megan, I came to you looking for modelling work and now you're pimping me out for porn? Have I got his right?"
"The cheque is for about five grand."
Silence followed. Mateo's initial rebuttal was quickly blanketed by the lure of Five Grand. Quick calculations clobbered around in his head, plugging all the holes he could think of. This month's rent. The arrears he owed on rent. Fuel for the month. Food! Shit, he could even turn on the heating in his flat. And have a bag load of change left over.
"Uhm, what exactly will be required from me?"
"Mateo, it's porn. You take off your clothes and follow the director's cues. It really isn't that difficult. And the producers asked for you. They liked your look and made a pretty decent offer."
"So, what do you think?" She queried.
"You said the second last question. What's the last?"
"I need to see your prick. They want a photo. I think it's to check size, or how photogenic it is, I guess."
"You want to see my dick? Now?"
"Yes. And take a photo. Come on, show it to me."
Without hesitation, Megan took out her phone and switched on the camera. Mateo sat frozen on the couch. Finally, he stood up and unbuckled his trousers. Reluctantly, it is drawn down past his hips.
"Underwear too, Mateo. Don't overthink this, we're just taking a photo."
He slowly wriggled his boxer shorts down, but one hand instinctively covered his privates once the boxers slips past it. Even though he appeared somewhat bashful, Megan swatted his hand away and quickly held up the camera to snap a couple of photos.
"Ok, that's perfect. They also need one fully erect. Can you make it hard?"
"What?"
"I need a shot of your erection, Mateo. I've explained this. Now, just play with it a little so you can get hard."
Mateo wriggled his penis from side to side, pulled the foreskin back, and awkwardly commenced masturbating between two fingers. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly stopped.
"Fuck, I can't do this Megan, I've never wanked in front of anyone. I don't think I can do this."
"Are you a virgin, Mateo?"
"No, Megan, I've been with many girls. But that's different to this for heaven's sake!"
"Ok, fair enough," she answered after her mind milled for a couple of seconds, but then reached out and pulled him closer to her.
To his amazement, she took his cock in her hand and started giving him a hand-job. Her warm hands wrapped around the shaft and firmly squeezed while she pulled down to the base. She looked up at him and moved her mouth forward to take his prick. Keeping eye contact, she swirled her tongue around the glans, bowed forward, and sucked her lips over the head. Feeling him swell larger and larger inside her mouth, she deep-throat him and gagged as it hit her tonsils. Mateo groaned with enjoyment while he intently watched his agent sucking him off.
She stopped suddenly, pulled her mouth off from him, and wiped it with the back of her hand. Then quickly grabbed her phone and took a couple of close-up pics. She reached out with one hand and gripped him tightly, stroking up and down while she kept shooting more photos.
"For size reference," she mumbled.
"Ok, that should do. You can get dressed again."
"What? You can't be serious? I'm about to cum and you're just going to leave me like this?"
"Fair enough," she sighed and tied up her hair before taking him into her mouth again.
Mateo's cock swelled gloriously as Megan vigorously twisted both hands around the thick shaft, and milked him to the edge of cumming. When he let out a roar, she quickly dismounted her mouth and moved to the side, avoiding the spurts of semen shooting from between her fingers. She tried to contain the mess but some cum landed on the couch which irked her mood.
"Goddammit! That's going to leave a mark," she moaned as she got up to fetch a tissue from her desk. Wiping her hands clean first, she passed some to Mateo to clean himself off and started wiping the couch.
"Ok, I will forward this to the client, let's see what they have to say," she abruptly ended the meeting and walked up to the door to open it. She stood there waiting for him to finish doing his up trousers. Awkwardly, he walked to the door and held out his hand.
"Thank you, Megan, I do appreciate this. I hope to hear from you soon then."
As he left the office, he turned around.
"And your blow job was pretty amazing too," he whispered back at her, "What are the chances we can do this again sometime?"
"Zero, Mateo, this was just work. I don't date clients," she nonchalantly replied. Seeing the disappointment on his face, she leaned forward and whispered:
"But you do have a fantastic cock."
Two days later, Mateo got the call. He had made the cut and the producers wanted to meet him. Megan meticulously briefed him on what to wear, how to trim his pubes, and what not to do during the upcoming meeting.
"For fuck sake, Mateo, do not screw this up. Ok?"
Not wanting to be late, he arrived about forty-five minutes early for the meeting. Expecting an office, he found himself outside what appeared to be a massive property with large gates and high walls. He could see the main house at the back of the sprawling property. While waiting in his car, he watched some porn videos on his phone. He appreciated how the men acted in the scenes. How they took off their clothes, how they touched the women, and what they would do during the sex scene.
His hand naturally found its way to his cock but then noticed that he was not getting hard, which was unfamiliar territory for him when watching porn. Normally, his dick would rise up effortlessly and when needed, he could have a quick wank in under two minutes. Concerned, he fumbled at his crotch but at best, produced a feeble semi-erection.
"Fuck, what the hell?"
He looked at his watch and decided to head back to the pharmacy he passed on the way. Fifteen minutes later he was back at the gate, having purchased an energy drink and two pills which the pharmacist ensured, would make him rock hard within minutes. He threw both tablets into his mouth and gulped it down with the drink.
With about ten minutes to spare, he straightened himself out, walked up to the gate, and rang the bell. The gate opened without anyone answering and he walked up to the house. The door opened as he climbed the stairs and was met by a blonde girl in a bikini.
