It turns out making a good sex tape is harder than you'd think.
The first things we ran into were nerves. As soon as the thought sank in, I started getting cold feet. After all, I knew how much could go wrong, having been a victim of revenge porn before. At the same time, I trusted Chad in a way I'd never trusted anyone. We both knew so much about each other, from our bodies to our desires to everything else; so if there was anyone I'd ever do this with, it was him.
Part of me was just plain self-conscious. I'd obviously been naked on camera before, but never like this. And I'd never liked hearing recordings of my voice, which had always sounded weird and unnatural to me. I could only imagine how off-putting it would be to see myself making faces while gasping and groaning and whatnot.
Chad was nervous too, for apparently the same reason. I told him he had nothing to worry about, since I knew what he was like during sex, which was really fucking hot. He insisted the feeling was mutual, so we both took a deep breath and decided to go ahead with this. We promised each other we'd keep the video totally private, so no one would see it but us.
The next question was exactly how to do it. We'd obviously seen our share of amateur porn, so we knew most of it was crap. We didn't want our sex tape to be some unflattering blurry image. We wanted it to be as sexy as we could make it, especially since we both planned to jack off to it when we were apart.
We wanted inspiration, so we spent the whole next night watching porn. Some of it was stuff we already knew, like the Flynn Taylor videos that Chad had always loved. But we wanted to broaden our horizons, so we also watched plenty of new stuff. We took notes the whole time, which felt weird at first, but it ultimately paid off.
I noticed Chad liked videos where the guys' whole bodies were in frame. He got especially turned on by certain porn stars-- basically guys who were his type-- and he liked seeing them mix up their positions. His favorite positions were the same ones he liked in real life, like the deep stick and the reverse cowboy, and he especially loved watching flip fucks.
As for me, I was most turned on by hot bottoms. I liked watching their expressions while they got drilled. Dirty talk got me particularly hard, especially when it sounded like Chad's. I loved the money shots most of all; to me, there was nothing hotter than watching a guy cum and imagining how his orgasm must feel.
By the end of that night, Chad and I were dying to have sex. Ironically, we didn't even think to set up any cameras. We were too caught up in the moment. After all those hours of porn, our hormones were raging, and our dicks were both begging for a release.
"See what you do to me?" Chad asked while we were making out.
I put my hand on Chad's crotch, which was as hard as concrete. A spot of pre-cum had already leaked through his pants. "Mm," I mumbled between kisses. "Don't pretend you don't like it."
"I never said I didn't."
I undid his fly and slid my hand inside. I gripped his engorged cock and gave it a tug.
"Careful," he said. "You don't want me to cum yet, do you?"
I didn't answer. I broke off our kiss, grabbed his pants and underwear, and pulled them off. Then I flipped him over so I had access to his butt. Without another word, I stuck my face in his crack, and I started eating him out.
"Oh fuck," he gasped. I felt his boyhole contract against my tongue. Then, a second later, his sphincter relaxed.
Chad's scent was stronger than usual, since we'd spent that day out and about, yet I wasn't about to complain. I licked his skin and savored his salty sweat. Fuck, I couldn't get enough of that ass.
Suddenly Chad's body tensed up. "Stop," he said, and he tried to push my head away.
"What?"
"Just stop."
"Doesn't it feel good?"
"I fucking love it," he said, "but trust me." Then, before either of us could say anything else, a massive fart came thundering out of his ass.
"Holy shit!" I yelled as I tried to wave away the smell. "That's so fucking gross!"
"I warned you!"
"You didn't warn me you were about to fart."
"I didn't want to put it like that," he said. "It's not exactly a turn-on."
"Not exactly a turn on?" I said. "You know what's worse? Blasting fucking mustard gas in my face!"
"Sorry...."
I wanted to be pissed, but I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Then Chad cracked a smile, and he started laughing too. "Asshole!" I said as I gave his butt a good slap.
"You love this asshole," he said as he pulled his cheeks apart. "Just admit it."
"Well yeah, you could say that."
"Okay good--"
"I just don't like when it throws unpleasant surprises at me. So you know, if that happens when we're filming, we'll need to do a take two."
"That's fine by me," he said. "We can do as many takes as you want." With that, he spread his legs and stuck his ass back in my face.
By that point the smell was pretty much gone, so I couldn't say no to his offer. I ravaged Chad's ass, first with my mouth, then with my cock. It was a good thing Seth wasn't home, because we were fucking loud, and we couldn't help it. We romped all over the bed, and we gave each other the workout of a lifetime.
We finally collapsed on the sheets when we were both out of breath and wet with cum. "Fuck, that was incredible," Chad said. "I don't know how we'll capture that awesomeness on film...."
"Well," I said, "I guess that's the challenge."
"I mean, I don't want to be the one who fucks it up...."
"You won't be," I said. "As far as I'm concerned... you're the star of the show."
Chad snorted. "The shit that comes out of your mouth--"
