By Proxy

'So, out of the blue I get a DM from my old mate, Wayne. Hadn't seen or heard from him since the year of the big financial crash... what was that.. `008?

Anyway, me and Wayne had been buddies since the 90s. He

went out with a girlfriend of mine. We soon realised we would be acting more honestly getting it on together than with the birds. He was a fine thing. Jet black hair like me, and ripped. He taught Taekwondo at the local community centre. We were fucking like rabbits for about a month in he summer of '99 when we were both 18. I kinda... well, no, there was no `kinda'...I was totally in love with him. But it wasn't returned. Fortunately, we remained buddies through it all.

That summer we were `talent scouted' by a modelling agency...

Actually, it was just a porn production outlet. We posed for a few shots, and then another company saw us and wanted us as part of a twink movie. Cheap stuff. Pay not great. But fuck it, we did it and had no regrets.

Wayne was always a top. He had healthy donger and fit ass and was the more macho of the two of us. I guess that made me the `pretty one'. But I was and am no sissy bitch. I could take it, but I gave too. Never to Wayne though, much as I longed too. He was strictly no-entry.

Anyhow, as the years went by, we drifted apart and I hadn't seen him since said year `008. Then I get this odd message from him. He says he is still in contact with the porn company who did `our' movie. He worked as a camera man for them for a while. They were interested in doing something with us again.

Now, we're both in our early 40s. I couldn't imagine what this crowd wanted off us. Maybe Wayne who I of course hadn't seen in 15 years was still porn-star material, but I sure as hell wasn't. I'm slightly overweight, my jet black crop was becoming embarrassingly thin, so I have been shaving it clean off for a few years. I'm a lifelong smoker, so my face looks like an OS map when I smile. I'm not exactly a pretty boy anymore. And I don't really care much. I'm happy enough with my life now. But fuck it, I thought it'd be interesting to see what this porn crowd were about.

So I met up with Wayne. Years have not been overly kind to him either. I mean, I'm still into him. Still have that old desire for him, but he's a middle aged man like me now. He looks fine to me, but not porn quality. Not at all. Still, I was delighted to be with him again. He brought me into the studio and explained what it was about.

Apparently there's a popular new taste and demand for a type of porn called "twinks on top". It's where they take some grizzled older guys and out-of-shape former models and get some really cute new twink talent to dominate and fuck them. That's what this company wanted with Wayne and me. They didn't want to see us doing the wild thing together. In fact, they'd rather not see us at all, except that we take it up the ass from some fresh, lean young bucks.

I certainly didn't have a problem with that. But as I say, Wayne ain't no bottom-bitch...at least I thought so!

I agreed to do the shoots. The young lads were gorgeous alright. Early 20s, not a mark or pick of superfluous body fat on them. Great cocks, cute arses which we got to eat out in the scenes. Then comes the cum-shot. Have to say, I genuinely and thoroughly got off on it.

Me and Wayne were doggy style on the floor, elbows on the sofa, side by side. The young dudes behind were royally pumping our mature arses like pistons. Smacking us old bitches and grunting as they did, while we moaned in pleasure accordingly. I looked sideways at Wayne as it was going on. Sweat glistening on his still handsome, but washed out features. Why couldn't I have given it to him like this back in the day? I mean, he obviously fancied me back then. The going-over that young stud was giving me now, Wayne had frequently given me back in '99. But he'd never let me do him like he was being done now. Not me, not anyone I knew. But he was wailing and purring like a whore now for this kid.

Acting aside, I knew he was loving it. I looked at him and I came... like a fucking fireman's hose. Fuck yeah!

At least now I can imagine with some conviction I was fucking my old beau.

If only by proxy'