Screen Shots: Sexology
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by Willa Okati
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Jake's taken longer than a guy should to write his dissertation on the modern sex industry. He can't stand the thought of leaving behind the friends he's made at twentysomethingtwinks.com--and he won't be able to live with himself if he doesn't act on some of his favorite fantasies. That is, if shy-guy Jake can figure out a way to take the first step, and he has no idea where to begin. A chance encounter and a night spent at the studio with a double handful of screen stars give Jake the chance to seize his dreams. All of them. And Jake's not the only one who's hoped for this. They've all wanted a taste of him for a long time now, and there's nothing to stop any of them from getting what they wished for. Aaron. Cody. Gabriel. Dylan. Brandon. Maddox. Ross. Thom. Skyler. And Jake. Ten men, ten ways to misbehave. It's going to be a night to remember.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: January 2010
32 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [105 KB]
Reading time: 62-87 min.
In the end, no one planned for what came next. It happened on its own. Things did, sometimes. And maybe because no one was looking, those things turned out better than the wildest wish any guy could have dreamed of on a wet Wednesday afternoon.
"How're you doing down there?"
Jake glanced up from his tablet PC to Thom, who'd taken one eye off the camera to check on him. "Me?"
"No, the invisible man next to you." Something tightly knotted in Thom's shoulders had eased and loosened since he'd hooked up with Skyler. He smiled more, and carried himself as if he were lighter than the scale indicated. Of course, if you didn't know him, you'd never know the difference.
Jake thought he'd gotten to know these guys better than any outsider ever had, or ever could. Almost. "I'm good," he said. "Twenty minutes, by the way."
Thom knew exactly what Jake referred to--the time Aaron and Maddox had been going at it non-stop. He tilted his head sideways at the two Twentysomething studs sprawled out on the wooden pier, a beach blanket separating bare asses and knees from weathered gray planks. "I'm thinking about seeing if they can break the record."
Jake framed the pair with thumbs and forefingers. Maddox lay on his back with Aaron poised over him. Classic sixty-nine, Aaron's knees bracketing Maddox's head and his hands planted on either side of Maddox's hips. Miles of bare tanned and tattooed skin laid out for the sun to warm, and thick, dark cocks that plunged between lips, up and down.
He knew Aaron's tells by now. The stretch of his grimace and the way his stomach contracted--"He won't last. Three more minutes and he's done for."
"Huh." Thom's eyebrow lifted. "Good eye. I'd have called two."
"That only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. And porn."
"A miss is as good as a mile in porn." Thom returned to the camera. "Guys? Take a breather, calm down before Aaron blows."
"Jesus Christ," Aaron gasped when Maddox's cock slipped free of his mouth. "Cody's getting his tongue pierced tonight. I don't care what I gotta promise him in return."
Maddox cackled, dark and wicked. "Aww, whassamatter? Big tough runner man can't stand up to a little metal?"
"Screw you." Aaron rolled off and flopped on his back. He stroked his cock, still thick and unrelieved. "Maybe. Thom, what do you want us to do?"
Maddox licked his lips, the silver bead at the end of his tongue glittering. "Direct us, big guy."
Jake's flash drive pen fell from his fingers. What would Maddox's mouth taste like now? Like spunk and metal and peppermint? The urge to find out almost drove him out of his comfortable cross-legged position at the water's edge behind Thom.
He cleared his throat and sat still, as quiet as a mouse. It was the only way he could keep it under wraps, this need to join in that'd started driving him nuts right around the time Aaron showed up at Twentysomething. Or maybe it'd always been there, and it took another newbie to make him understand.
"Direct you? Don't tempt me." Thom frowned at the sky. "I don't like the looks of that," he said, nodding for Jake to check out the gathering thunderheads. "Got dark way too quick."
"The cameras are safe in the rain, aren't they?"
"The cameras are." Thom grimaced. "The guys aren't. We're not insured against Acts of God and if lightning flash-fries Maddox he'll set the county on fire with all that electrified metal."
Jake stifled his laugh.
"Finish it up," Thom called. "Maddox, straddle him. Come on his chest. Lick it off. Aaron, as soon as he's done he's going to finish sucking you off. Cool?"
Aaron groaned. "You're gonna kill me."
"Is that a no?"
"Fuck, no. That's a 'bring it on'." Maddox had already crawled up Aaron's body and was poised with cock in hand, taut as a drawn bow, ready to aim and fire. "You think the tongue stud was wicked before? You ain't seen nothin' yet."
"God, I hope not." Aaron kneaded Maddox's ass cheeks, bubble-round and exactly the right size. "Give me your best shot."
Splinters of lightning cobwebbed across the sky, from cloud to cloud, followed seconds later by a rippling boom.
"Not literally," Thom scolded. "Maddox?"
Maddox wasn't listening, too busy with the heft of his cock flashing in and out of his tight fist. Aaron wasn't listening, his grip white-knuckled on Maddox's ass and his hips rising spasmodically in vain in search of something to fuck into. Maddox swore fit to impress a sailor when he striped Aaron's chest with spunk.
More lightning struck when he'd licked up his come and fed it to Aaron in a long, wet kiss. Aaron drank it down, still jerking, and stiffened. "Fuck, fuck, coming --"
Maddox moved faster than the lightning itself, down Aaron's torso with his mouth open and ready to catch the spurting jizz. He lashed his tongue stud against Aaron's cockhead and rolled his balls to milk out all he could.
Jake breathed in and out through his nose to calm down. He'd gotten good at taming wayward boners in the past few weeks. Good thing, too, or Aaron wouldn't have been the only one coming hands-free. God.
"Nice work," Thom said when Maddox slumped bonelessly over Aaron. "Get your asses inside on the double."
"What, no afterglow?" Aaron rasped. "I don't think I can move, man."
"I'll haul you in by the scruff if I have to," Thom said, already disassembling the camera setup. "I'm serious, guys. Move." Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Jake eyed the sky and listened to Thom, agreeing with him, "I think we're in for a storm we won't forget any time soon."