Months passed. Summer peaked, waned and moved on, giving way to autumn. The weather turned slightly cooler, and the leaves on the trees slowly changed from bright, sparkly greens, to yellows, oranges and vibrant reds.
Sunrise, sunset; sunrise, sunset. Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon; yes, we have no bananas.
Rio and Jay's friendship had deepened, with each slowly becoming more and more comfortable in each other's company. Rio continued picking up desperate botoxed-up chicks at the casino and taking them to nearby hotels so he could film them as he pounded their brains out with his massive cock, but this was because onlyfans was still his main source of income. Even though he never really wanted to reconnect with his conquests again once the deed was done, captured on video and uploaded, he always made sure that some of his revenue was redirected towards his itinerant female talent. He always made sure to include their social media handles in his promotional material, hoping they'd get more work, attention or followers. It seemed like the right thing to do.
Jay quietly continued working at the public library in the city.
Jay's asshole had become significantly more elastic and more accommodating than it was just a few short months ago. The word 'love' was rarely spoken between Rio and himself; even though they'd both said the word to each other in an alley behind a coffee shop a few months earlier, there was still an element of reluctance on Rio's part to continue to own the word. Jay interpreted this to mean Rio had weighed his words in the alley very carefully that day, and that he meant exactly what he said in that moment; but once the word was said, it didn't need to be repeated.
After a few months of deepening friendship, awesome sex and growing intimacy, Rio asked Jay to move in with him. Jay enthusiastically agreed. He gave up his apartment and packed up all his stuff in boxes. Rio offered to help with moving, and Jay enjoyed directing proceedings while Rio's sexy muscles did most of the heavy lifting. Jay watched as Rio's sweaty frame carted box after box of his accumulated crap out to the truck they'd hired, and then unloaded them at the other end. They bitched and whined about how much room Rio had in his apartment for Jay's stuff, and about how much of Jay's crap would eventually need to be thrown out.
The last box was moved. Rio was sweaty as fuck. He went to his bedroom to get a fresh t-shirt, and he changed in front of Jay. He took his sweaty t-shirt off and Jay gawked at Rio's beautiful, glistening, well-defined pecs and abs. Before putting his clean t-shirt on, he wiped some of his sweat off onto his old t-shirt before discarding it. He smiled at Jay. "Appreciate the show?" he winked.
"If you need some assistance getting yourself cleaned up in the shower later, Rio, I just want you know I'm always here for you." Rio grinned before Jay continued. "But seriously, moving in with you is a really big thing for me, Rio," said Jay. "For two reasons. First of all, I've never lived with a dude before, and I already know you're gonna be a cunt to live with. Secondly, there's so much of my stuff which I know isn't gonna fit in your apartment, and I don't know how I feel about this."
"I'm not good at this either, Jay. Maybe just ... maybe just think of it as a new beginning for both of us? And if it feels weird, maybe we can just think of each other as roommates?"
"Yeah. I think I can manage that," said Jay. They gave his TV to charity, along with some of his CDs and DVDs where they had duplicate copies of the same thing, and his microwave oven (seriously, does any household need two microwaves?).
There was only one area where Jay mounted fierce resistance. "You're not getting rid of any of my books, you philistine. Make room for my fucking books," demanded Jay.
Rio raised both palms skyward as if a robbery hostage. "I've learned not to get between a librarian and his literary stash," he replied. "But even so, it's not easy to fit two people's crap into one person's apartment." He paused. "I agree with what you said a second ago. I'm just not sure there's gonna be enough room for all of your stuff."
Jay flashed a vicious, sexy smile. "If my asshole could speak, that's exactly what it'd say to your monster cock every single time you fucked me. 'I'm just not sure there's gonna be enough room for all of your stuff', it'd say."
Rio felt himself boning up. "Get over here," he said. "We gonna find out right now. Imma fuck yo' sexy fat ass."
The moving truck was empty, parked at the kerb. All of Jay's packing boxes were inside, temporarily stacked up in against a wall in the living room. All they needed to do was take the truck back to the depot and return the key. The packing boxes could wait.
Jay drowned in Rio's sexy, dark eyes. Their mouths opened and as their tongues intertwined, Jay started rubbing Rio's fat pornstar cock through his pants, feeling it stiffening. He was just about to unzip Rio's pants when Rio's phone rang. Glancing down at the screen, Rio noticed who the caller was. "Sorry, Jay, I really gotta take this." Jay pouted in extreme disappointment.
Rio knew he had to accept the call, it was from the head producer of the porn company he used to be contracted to. He pressed the green button on his cell. "Hey, man, Rio here, what's up?"
"Hey, Rio my man, what's good with you?" said the producer.
"Yeah, not up to much, was just about to lay some pipe when you called." He winked at Jay.
"Ha, some things never change. Well, I won't keep you from your day for too long, dude. Haven't spoken with you in a long while, and it'd be good to catch up. We can do that later, so if you're about to bone some chick I'll cut to the chase. I wanted to offer you some work."
This was unexpected news. Rio was overjoyed, maybe this was his ticket back into the industry? He played it cool. "Sure. Talk to me."
"This new pornstar, MacKenzie. She's popular as fuck. You seen her? You heard of her?"
"Nah, don't think so." Rio made a mental note to google her once this call was done.
"She's the queen of porn at the moment. Like, this isn't old-school Jenna, this isn't Keisha, this isn't even Riley, this bitch is next fucking level. We've signed her up to do a six-man gangbang with us, and she specifically asked for you to be part of it," said the producer.
"Fuck, I'm honoured," replied Rio. "I thought everyone had forgotten about me."
"Trust me," replied the producer, "while we might have tried to forget about your attitude, nobody's forgotten about your cock. And MacKenzie hasn't forgotten it either."
Rio's free hand fell down to his crotch. He felt the hefty weight of his money-maker. "I know I was way out of line towards the end of my time in the industry, and I know I deserved the way I was handled." He looked across at Jay. "Life is much easier for me now. On a number of different levels." Jay beamed.
The producer could only take these words at face value, but even in these few short moments, Rio definitely sounded like a changed man. He sounded calmer than before, less arrogant and more self-aware. "You in?" asked the producer. "She really wants you. Like, she *really* fucking wants you. I'm prepared to sign you up for the MacKenzie shoot, and if it goes well, we can think about more work."
Rio smiled. "Fuck. Yeah, I'm in. Thank you so much for the opportunity. I never expected this, and Imma grab it with both hands."
The sound of cash registers. The opportunity for redemption.
They arranged the details and ended the call. "Woooo, Jay, fuck yeah! I'm back in the business!" Rio hollered. It was only one scene, but he saw the door which had firmly locked him out of the game beginning to slide open. He skipped a jig of joy right there in the living room.
Rio stopped. He was a little anxious about how Jay might respond to this news, but he needn't have been. "That's fucking awesome, dude," said Jay. "Another clip of Rio that I can add to my wank bank." They high-fived, then hugged, then kissed. "I'm so fucking happy for you, Rio," said Jay.
"You don't know how relieved I am to hear that. I thought you might be reluctant, or even upset," said Rio.
"Upset? Dude, you only get one life, and you've got this unexpected opportunity to get back into your fucking prime, what person wouldn't ever want that for their partner? This is awesome news, man! But do you know who you'll be working with?"
"All I know right now is there's this chick called MacKenzie who's apparently the hottest pornstar on the planet right now. I don't think I know who she is. She's gonna do six dudes, and apparently I'll be one of them. She wanted me to be a part of it. She specifically asked for me." He paused for a second. "Jay, I *seriously* thought I was forgotten. I *seriously* thought it was over. It's nice to be remembered. And it's especially nice to be remembered by someone who's apparently at the top of the porn pyramid right now." He paused again. "By the way, do you know who MacKenzie is, Jay?"
Of course he fucking did. He'd jacked off to the thought of cumming on her pretty freckled face and outstretched tongue many times before, but he pretended he didn't know anything about her, just to see what Rio's response might be. "Uhhh, no, Rio, I got no idea who she is. Maybe we should do some research?"
"Good idea, Jay." Rio was a little unsettled right now. He'd just asked Jay to move in with him, and all of Jay's crap was still stacked in a pile of unopened boxes. He realised this wasn't just about himself right now. In the past, he wouldn't have thought to ask anyone but his own self what he should do in a situation like this, but he knew a different path was required now. He wanted to be sure. "Jay, I mean ... like seriously, you sure you're OK with this?" He wasn't sure what the right question was. "I mean, like ... you and me are kind-of together, and now there's this ... are you good with it?"
Jay was thrilled to think his perspective meant so much to Rio that he'd even ask for it, but he also knew Rio's concern was pointless. Jay was behind his man 100 fucking percent.
"Dude, you got a call to come back to your profession. Of course I'm good with it." He stopped to try to think of a good analogy. "I mean, imagine you were ... I don't fucking know ... ummm, an accountant. And you'd been out of the accounting game for a while. And some hotshot bookkeeper calls you and says 'I got this rich and powerful client who fucking loves your big sexy spreadsheets, we want you back', do you think I'd have a problem with it? No, of course I fucking wouldn't. And this is no different."
Rio stared at Jay.
"I'm not the jealous type, Rio, so get your ass back in the ring. Now fire up your laptop, let's see who this MacKenzie bitch is."
They moved into Rio's office. He sat down at his desk and his thick, manly, tattooed fingers danced across the keyboard, navigating to a popular porn site. He typed MacKenzie's name into the search bar and sorted by popularity. "You've seen her before, Rio?" asked Jay.
"No, don't think so," Jay lied. "You think she's cute?"
Rio started rolling one of her clips. "Yeah, she's alright. Not really my type, but I'm not gonna turn down an opportunity like this just because she's not my type. She asked for me, so maybe that means I'm her type?"
Jay sighed. "Your dick is everyone's type," he deadpanned. "Just watch the fucking clip."
