Rio Ex-Pornstar

12 - Saturday

Rio woke with the sun, and so did his enormous penis. It usually did. He rolled over and spooned Jay from behind, kissing the back of Jay's neck. He thought about saying those three words he'd never said to anyone ever before, but they were still too hard to say. He thought to himself 'Jay's still asleep, if I say the words to him and he doesn't hear them, did it really happen?', but he wasn't awake enough yet to think it through properly. Besides, it was only in these past few weeks he'd only come to acknowledge and accept that he was not exactly 100% straight. What does that even mean? Not 100% straight? Does it mean a relationship with a dude? No, of course not, it doesn't fucking mean anything at all. I mean, fuck, it was hard enough for Rio to even imagine being in a serious relationship with a woman, though until he met Jay, he'd always imagined that those three special words he might one day be privileged enough to say would fall upon a female ear.

It was still too soon. Rio was unsure as fuck. About everything.

He held the words back, but right now, there was something else of his that couldn't be held back.

His fat cock.

At the feeling of Rio's warm hands enveloping him, Jay languidly emerged from the dark sweetness of his dreams. He couldn't remember what he was dreaming about, but as he embraced the dawn and recognised he wasn't at home, but instead was awakening in Rio's bed, he instantly knew there was something of Rio's he craved.

His fat cock.

Jay rolled over to face the man who'd invited him to share his bed last night. He smiled and yawned. He stretched languidly. "Morning, Rio."

"Morning, Jay," replied Rio. One of this heavy, tattooed hands cupped Jay's stomach from behind. "You sleep well?"

Jay inhaled deeply, and let the breath go. "Yeah. I sleep so peacefully next to you, Rio."

Rio propped himself up on one elbow. "Why's that?"

Jay thought. He wanted to find the right, exact, perfect words, but he wasn't sure if he could find them right now. Fuck, he'd just woken up. He did his best, regardless. "I don't know. I guess ... I feel safe with you. You make me feel safe. I don't know what it is I'm scared of, it's probably nothing, but ... I just like feeling your arms around me. I like your companionship. I like your presence. I like that you invited me to stay with you last night." He took a breath. "I like how you make me feel welcome."

Rio gazed deep into Jay's sleep-encrusted morning eyes, but he didn't say anything.

"Yeah, Rio," concluded Jay. "I really like feeling your arms around me. It's ... nice." He paused. "I know I already said that a minute ago, but it's true. I do. You got sexy arms."

Rio tightened the grip of his thick, muscular arms around Jay, and breathed seductively into his ear. "What else about me do you like?" he teased.

"I like ... I like how you make me feel safe, Rio."

"You already said that. Is that all there is?" asked Rio. "Is that all I got going for me?"

"I like watching football with you," said Jay. "And your sexy arms. Did I mention your sexy arms? They nice, man."

"Football. Now we're talking," replied Rio. He stuck one of his fat fingers in his mouth and lubricated it. "What else do you like?" He touched Jay's butthole and started getting it wet.

Jay gasped as he felt Rio's finger tracing wet circles around his asshole. "You know what else I like."

"Say it." Rio teased Jay's hole with his wet finger.

"I like ... ohhh, fuck, dude, that feels so fucking good ... fuck, man, keep doing that ... umm, I like ..."

"What do you want?"

Rio chose this moment to jam his fat finger into Jay's anus. Jay moaned and bit his lower lip. Rio's finger wasn't enough for him. Not even close to enough.

"You know what I want, Rio."

"Say it. Tell me."

"I want your cock, Rio," whispered Jay.

"I didn't hear you. Say it again."

"I want your cock. I want your enormous pornstar penis," said Jay.

"Yeah, bro. I know you do. And where do you want it? Tell me." Rio had removed his finger from Jay's hole and languidly rested his heavy palm on Jay's plump cheeks.

"You know where I want it. Please, Rio, god, please stop teasing me," pleaded Jay.

"Oh, I know exactly where you want it ... but I want to hear you say it."

Silence.

Rio re-inserted his finger. And then, a second one. Jay gasped again.

"Tell me. Tell me where you want it. Tell me where you want my huge cock," Rio demanded.

Jay's cunt was on fire. He was so hungry for Rio's dick. "I want your dick ... I fucking need it ... I want it in my ass."

"Oh, but Jay, is it your ass? I don't think it is."

"Fuck me, man. I can't wait any longer. I need you. You're fucking killing me right now. Please, fucking please, stop fucking teasing me."

"First you need to tell me where you want my penis." Rio slapped Jay's ass cheeks with his tasty, fat, meaty, erect cock. "I know you want it. You need to tell me where to put it, Jay."

Jay's breathing was shallow. "Oh my fucking god, dude. Fuck, you're seriously killing me." Jay was like a bitch in heat. "I want your dick. Like, right now. I want it so fucking bad. Fuck me, Rio. Fuck me now. Fuck my pussy."

That was the magic word Rio wanted to hear.

Pussy.

Rio grabbed Jay's hips and placed him on all-fours, and Jay absorbed his own bodyweight on both forearms. Rio kneeled on his mattress behind Jay so that their hips were aligned. Rio spat on his cock and thrust the tip of it inside Jay's needy, hungry pussy.

"Is that what you want, Jay?"

"Fuck, Rio ... you're so sexy ... you're such a fucking tease, you know that? Ohhhhh ... I'm so desperate for you right now, bro ..."

Rio pushed another inch inside. Slowly.

"Where's my dick, Jay?"

"It's ... it's in my pussy."

"Damn straight it is," said Rio. "It's in yo' tight pussy."

Jay gasped. His own cock was rock hard. "Rio, I'm literally fucking begging you right now. Please ... please ... I love your cock so fucking much ... I want it in me ... deep ... I want to see how much of you I can take." Jay looked back at Rio over his right shoulder. His eyes landed on Rio's intricately tattooed chest and his firm, suckable, delicious nipples. "Fuck me, you fucking sexy pornstar. Fucking dominate me, man. Please fuck my pussy."

Another inch. Jay's asshole was so fucking dilated. His jaw was slack in a mind-bending haze of pleasure, pain, and intimate connection. "Please, dude ... keep going ... keep fucking me." Jay put his body weight on his left arm to allow his right hand to reach back to grip Rio's plump ass. "Fuck, I love your fat ass so much, Rio. But you know what I love more?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think I do, Jay." Yet another inch.

"What do I love, Rio?"

"You love my cock," replied Rio. "I know you do. You love my fat pornstar cock. Can you tell me where it is right now?"

"Yeah, I can, Rio. I know exactly where it is right now."

"Where is it?" asked Rio. "Tell me again. I just love hearing you say it. Where my dick at?"

Jay looked back over his shoulder. Rio's face was a study in concentration.

"It's in ... it's way deep in my tight pussy," answered Jay.

"*Way* deep?" challenged Rio. He was beginning to sweat. Jay's cunt was incredibly tight, and Rio wasn't sure how much longer he could last. "Want me to push it in a little more, Jay?"

Jay tried to regulate his breathing. "Yeah. More than anything." Another precious inch. Rio was thrusting in and out, but they were short thrusts, and they were very slow. He loved seeing Jay take him, but at the same time, he wanted to maximise the pleasure and minimise the pain. He could tell that Jay was seriously pushing his own envelope of pain right now, but he also knew Jay wanted as much of his meat inside him as he could take.

"Man, your pussy is so tight ..." Rio began panting, and Jay recognised the signs.

"Dude, no, don't nut in me yet ... please ... not yet ... fuck, man ..."

Another half an inch.

Rio was gone. His cock swelled and popped like it was a bottle of warm champagne, and Jay felt Rio's thick seed pulsing deep in his lower intestine, and a feeling of sweet, beautiful warmth spreading into his abdomen. Jay reached down to touch his own cock, intending to jerk himself off all over Rio's bedsheets, but Rio arrived on the scene a split second earlier. As the faint echoes of Rio's orgasm continued to pulse inside Jay's ass, one of Rio's heavy hands gripped his shaft, and it only took a few pumps of Rio's palm for Jay's eyes to roll way back into his head. He shuddered and spurted all over the bed.

Rio slowly withdrew his penis. Jay's asshole immediately felt empty, but as he turned around to gaze upon the manly frame that had just made love to him, his heart felt overflowingly full.

Jay rolled over onto his back. He felt his own nut smearing across his back from where it landed on the mattress. He felt Rio's alpha semen seeping out of him.

"Fuck me dead, Rio. That was unbelievable," whispered Jay. Those same three same magic words, those words that could change everything, were at the front of Jay's fried brain. It wouldn't take much to transport them down to his tongue, out of his mouth, into the air, and onto Rio's consciousness.

No. Too soon. Rio's response could be unpredictable. It could destroy everything.

"Glad you liked it, Jay," said Rio. He lay down next to Jay, propping himself up on one elbow. "I've had one or two people tell me before that I'm pretty good at that," he joked.

They kissed each other's lips.

They gazed into each other's eyes.

"You're the fucking best at that, man," said Jay.

They both wanted to say the words, but the words never came out.

Too soon.

Neither of them knew how scared each other was.

Absentmindedly, Rio ran his fingers across Jay's tummy. "Hey, man, you hungry?"

The tender balloon of intimacy was pierced by the thought of food.

"Uhhhh, yeah, man, I am. Absolutely. Breakfast time? I often have to work on Saturday mornings, but not today. Yeah, I'm hungry. What about you?"

"Yeah, Jay," said Rio, "so there's a coffee shop not too far from here that I sometimes go to. The coffee's good, but they also do good breakfasts. I'm paying."

"Awesome. It's always nice to get a free breakfast after sex," Jay joked.

Rio laughed. Right on cue, his tummy rumbled. "You hear that? Get the fuck up and get yourself dressed, I'm hungry."

Jay remembered that Rio's load was still seeping out of him. "Might go to the bathroom first."

Rio understood.

*

Half an hour later, they were seated at the coffee shop. They day was warm, and the morning sun blazed. They each ordered strong coffees. Rio asked for a ham, cheese and tomato toasted bagel for breakfast, while Jay ordered the blueberry pancakes with ice cream. Jay didn't have a sweet tooth, and he wasn't really a dessert guy either, but the idea of eating a scoop of ice cream for breakfast with a knife and fork was way too novel to pass up.

They didn't talk much while their food was being prepared. They'd already learned that neither of them were morning people, and that their conversation would be stilted and awkward until at least half of the first coffee was in their veins. So they sat across from each other, silently scrolling through news and social media on their phones.

(Essay question: 'Cell phones will one day displace libraries completely. How and why? Discuss.' Term papers due in the comments section a week from now.)

Their coffees arrived. Occasionally, Jay looked up from his newsfeed to glance at his breakfast partner. His ass still felt tender. Of course it did, he'd just had a fucking beast of a penis up in it. He'd been wrecked, and he knew it, but he loved it. Meanwhile, from time to time, Rio glanced across at Jay. Fuck, what a tight, fuckable ass Jay had. If Rio lived until he was 200, he'd never get tired of ploughing that field and planting his seed deep in it.

As they scrolled, they began talking about football results and basketball scores. They talked about upcoming games that sounded interesting. There seemed to be an unspoken rule between them, mainly emanating from Rio -- 'don't talk about what we just did'. Jay would've been happy to broach the subject, but he suspected Rio still wasn't quite ready.

Jay wondered if Rio would *ever* be ready.

Jay had an idea. He noticed a bookstore across the street that was just opening up for Saturday trading. "Wait here, Rio, I'm just going across the street to the bookshop. I won't be long."

Where the fuck else was Rio going to go? He was hungry, he'd ordered some food, and he wanted it! "Yeah, sure, dude." He already knew Jay liked to read, and he assumed there was a new book coming out that Jay had been looking forward to. Maybe it was out today, and he wanted to buy it straight away. Rio knew a similar kind of excitement whenever there was a new movie he wanted to see; maybe Jay was like that with books.

"OK, dude. If your food arrives while I'm gone, start eating without me," said Jay. "I'll be back in a minute."

Like Rio was ever gonna wait anyway. Bullshit politeness gone crazy.

Their food arrived while Jay was gone, and Rio ate hard. A few minutes later, Jay came running back across the road. His pancakes were already on the table, waiting for him. They were drowned in a thick maple syrup, and a scoop of vanilla icecream lay on the side of the plate, slowly beginning to melt.

Rio noticed that as Jay left the bookstore, he was carrying a package of some description. It looked like a gift bag, maybe it contained a present for someone. Jay stowed it under the table and they ate their breakfasts. The pancakes were excellent, and Rio thought Jay did a stellar job of eating his breakfast scoop of icecream with a knife and fork. Rio enjoyed the show, watching Jay's mouth and tongue as it wrestled with thick globs of cream.

Rio had finished his breakfast bagel well before Jay had finished his pancakes; he'd had a headstart while Jay was in the bookstore. Jay eventually finished and rested his cutlery on his plate. Rio stood up. "Like I said earlier, I got this, man," he said, walking to the counter to get the check. "Thanks, Rio," said Jay. Rio paid and came back to their table.

Jay was nervous as fuck. Like, almost scared ... but also, brave. If he couldn't put his feelings into words, he'd put them into a gesture.

"Thanks for breakfast," said Jay.

"Yeah, all good," replied Rio.

"Pancakes are good here," said Jay.

"Yeah," replied Rio, "I hear that."

There was a momentary pause. An element of awkwardness.

"Hey, Rio, before you go, I got something for you," said Jay. He retrieved the gift bag from under their breakfast table and handed it to Rio.

Rio did the necessary mental arithmetic and realised the gift bag contained something Jay had just purchased from the bookstore across the street. For him. "Fuck, man, what? You got me something? A gift?" Rio worried he might appear to be ungrateful, but in actual fact, his core emotion was genuine surprise.

He peered inside the gift bag. "You ... you bought me a book, man?" he asked.

"No, I didn't buy you a book," Jay answered truthfully.

Rio lifted the gift bag to test its weight. It felt heavy. He still couldn't believe Jay had bought him a present. Most of the people in Rio's life had transactional relationships with him. Other people did things for Rio, and Rio did things for them. And the other way around. That's how people got ahead in Rio's world. Mutual favours. That's how life works, right? You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours. Everybody's in it for themselves, and ultimately it's all about the cash. Generosity wasn't something Rio came across often. Gifts were rarities in Rio's world, but even so, he already felt that whatever it was Jay was giving him came with no strings attached. "Wait, Jay ... you sure this is for me?"

"Yeah, dude. Yeah, it is," reassured Jay. "I bought you something just now. It's a present. For you. I really hope you like it."

Rio was genuinely moved; he wasn't sure how to respond. "Thank you, man," he said. He peered into the gift bag. "Hey, you're right, Jay. It's not a book."

"No," said Jay, "it's not *a* book."

"Actually, it looks like two books, Jay," said Rio.

"Take 'em out. Have a look," encouraged Jay.

Rio's heavy right hand reached into the bag and withdrew a copy of the latest version of the Collins Dictionary. He laid it on the coffee shop table. His hand withdrew the second book -- a copy of Roget's Thesaurus.

Rio was stunned, startled, aghast, stupefied, confused, shocked, rattled, paralysed, dazed, bewildered, surprised, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, confounded, astonished and numbed. All at once.

"What did you buy these books for? I mean, why for me?" asked Rio.

"Well, first of all, because of last night. But not just because of last night, but the last few days," said Jay. "You joined the library, and your first port of call was the fucking reference section. Like, dude, fucking *nobody* goes to the reference section, but you did. And you wanted to borrow a book from there, so I thought 'fuck it, I'll just buy him his own copy'. And then you took me to a rap show, which was awesome, and then ... and I ... I don't know ... we were talking about poetry, which is all made up of words, and rhymes, and phrases, and literary symbols, and ... and I just ... I don't know much about poetry, but ... fuck, man, I don't know ... fuck, I just wanted to give you something." In a shallow, desperate attempt to inject some lame humour in the middle of a charged moment, Jay added "... oh, plus, the bookstore was gonna go out of business soon because nobody was buying dictionaries anymore, so I saved them."

Rio blinked.

"No, seriously, man, they're having a party in the bookstore right now," deadpanned Jay. "Because of this."

This was one of the nicest, most beautiful, most selfless, most thoughtfully perfect things anyone had ever done for Rio in his entire life.

"Hey so I hope you don't mind," Jay continued, "but I wrote something in the inside cover of the thesaurus. I scribbled something with the pen on the bookstore counter. I hope it doesn't damage its resale value or anything." Jay smiled grimly, not sure what to expect.

Rio opened the thesaurus and examined the inside cover. He read what Jay had written. The ink was a little smudged.

'To my poet of the streets. Write your dominant verse. But don't use these books. These are merely props. Put them on a shelf and never look at them again. Write your own lines with your own mind, using your own language. You can be a poet, if you want to be one. Faith in you.'

Underneath, Jay drew a love-heart with the borrowed counter pen. Even though he deeply felt the words his drawing implied, he couldn't say them. Not yet.

Rio looked at Jay. A tear rolled down his cheek. "Man, that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me or said to me ... and ... I'm including my own fucking mom."

Rio stood and hugged Jay in an embrace he never wanted to end. He continued. "Thank you so much. Like, I'm totally speechless right now, but I need to try to find some words so I can speak with you. There's an alley behind the coffee shop. Come with me? We need to talk. Or, at least I think we need to try to. I'm not sure if I can find the right words right now, but I'll try."

They stood up. Rio carried his precious cargo of reference books. They walked the few steps to the back alley behind the coffee shop. They were wading in the laneway waste of small business; skips and garbage dumpsters populated the lane where coffee shops and restaurants left their trash. It stunk a little. Heat was in the air, summer was still arriving. Rio made sure to place his gift bag on a piece of relatively pristine, unpolluted ground.