Hawaiian Nine

[daddybear54]

Chapter 1:  The Life of Nine

 

Daniel stepped out of the shower, water dripping off his tautly-muscled body and his still-rigid cock. From under the spray, Laszlo asked, “Does that thing ever go down?”

Daniel chuckled. “You want to have another go and see if you can make it go soft?”

“No, thanks. My hole is going to be sore, and my jaw’s going to ache for 3 days as it is.”

Daniel methodically dried off his 9-inch pride and joy, then went back to towelling off the rest of his body. He and Laszlo had just finished filming a scene in which Daniel had face-fucked and ass-fucked the slim, boyish Hungarian for a total of five loads. He’d pumped a first load down Laszlo’s throat, then fucked Laszlo missionary and planted a second one in his hole while Laszlo came hands-free all over his abs and pecs.

Without even stopping, Daniel had kept right on going, continuing to pound Laszlo’s ass, now rolling the compliant bottom onto his face and mounting him from behind, lying right along his back and pounding deep into his hole.

When Laszlo yelled that he was going to cum again, Daniel speeded up and dumped his second load into Laszlo’s battered hole, then pulled out to let the cameras see what looked like a tidal wave of sperm slowly oozing its way out of the younger guy’s well-used ass.

After Daniel had eaten and sucked all his cum back out of Laszlo’s stretched-out butt, he had rolled Laszlo onto his back and shoved his cock back into the boy’s mouth so Laszlo could clean him off. When he at last pulled free, the two cameramen wanted to get in on the action. Both of them were rock-hard and ready to go, and in what seemed like no time Laszlo had taken a third load up the ass and a second one down the throat. Daniel had kept right on stroking, and then drove his still-hard erection deep inside the hole of the cameraman fucking Laszlo and dropped his fourth load of the day inside another willing and tight ass while the cameraman was breeding Laszlo. It had been quite the afternoon.

Even for him, this afternoon’s performance had been one for the record books, but the slim, dark-haired Laszlo had been his favourite kind of guy to fuck, and Will, the red-haired cameraman, had been cut from the same cloth – slender, muscled, and with a firm, round ass that opened right up on demand.

Once he was dried off, he crawled back into the bed, tired at last and glad of a chance to get some sleep before it was time to go downstairs for the wrap party that night. It had been a busy week, during which he had filmed three scenes altogether. Just as he was dropping off to sleep, he felt another body sliding under the sheets and curling up against him. Laszlo murmured, “Is this okay?” Daniel reached out an arm, pulled the younger guy close to him, and they both fell asleep almost at once.

It had been eleven years since Daniel had done his first shoot, and it was that first film that had given the then-eighteen-year old stud the advertising tag that had stuck with him ever since: “The Hawaiian Nine.” Half his reputation had come from the length and thickness of his cock, the rest from his uncanny ability to keep calling up multiple cum shots while filming.

But then, his copper-coloured skin and devastatingly handsome face had done no harm for his career either. Daniel, the Hawaiian Nine, always looked as if he had just stepped off Waikiki Beach, and that was legitimate because he actually was Hawaiian. He came from a typically Hawaiian family, with various mingled bloodlines traceable to every corner of the Pacific Ocean. As a youngster, his father had been a champion surfer, and he’d passed on his skills and his love of the big waves to his eldest son.

Daniel’s mother had been more problematic. As a church deacon, she had lived many hours of her life within the church at the end of the street, and it had always pained her that her son, her pride and joy, simply didn’t share her enthusiasm for Christianity at all. Daniel, of course, knew exactly why he was avoiding the church, but he also knew that sooner or later he was going to have to come clean to his parents, and that was going to be messy.

In the event, he didn’t get the chance. When he was eighteen, he got a job on the mainland to earn more money for school, and it was there that he had taken on the additional job of doing favours for an older man who turned out to be a porn director. Wild sessions in his lover’s bedroom led soon enough to sessions in front of a camera, and to his first film scene. His long, thick cock had made mincemeat out of the inexperienced hole of the bottom who was paired with him, but he had gotten a bonus from the production company’s owner after delivering not one, not two, but three fountain-like money shots during the one shoot.

The film, and the bonus, were his undoing. Back home in Kauai, another young gay man he’d never met fell victim to a snooping father who found the scene on his computer, recognized Daniel, and told Daniel’s mother at church what he had seen.

In later life, Daniel, when telling the story, would simply say, “I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.” Things got messy all right, and in ways which he hadn’t even anticipated. His father, although concerned about his well-being, was prepared to accept his decision to work in the porn industry, but his mother most certainly was not. She had told him he was no longer welcome in her home -- and was no longer her son. When his father remonstrated with her, she turned on him, declaring that with such a weak-kneed approach to what was right and moral, he was no longer welcome either -- and that he had better leave right away so she could call a good divorce lawyer.

Nor did things get any easier when Daniel’s younger brother and twin baby sisters lined up on the side of their father and their brother. The resulting divorce proceedings were messy in the extreme, becoming a nine days’ wonder in the local media.

Daniel watched it all from a safe distance, in West Hollywood, and continued squirrelling away money for his education after each shoot. He made five films for the director before they broke up, and by that time he had a reputation of his own and could get jobs with any production company that wanted him.

He laid down some strict guidelines for himself. Film shoots were an absolute no-no during work terms at school. He accepted offers for holiday periods only, and the offers became much more reliable and consistent when he shared his school schedule with several of the production companies which allowed him some leeway in choosing his scene partners.

In due course, he finished his business finance degree with time and money to spare, and promptly bought an equity share in one of the production companies which hadn’t used his services. This firm specialized in twink-on-twink action, and had no need for Daniel’s particular abilities, but he was shrewd enough to know that this was one of the most foolproof market segments. Over time, with the help of careful investing and a bequest from a sympathetic uncle, he increased his holdings to forty percent of the total, but acted mainly as a silent partner. After all, the management was getting great results, both in the quality of films and in the financial statements, and only an idiot plays games with success.

Daniel himself had bigger plans, and these became obvious when he placed his forty percent stake into the hands of a new production company with himself as sole owner, Hawaiian Nine Films. In no time, the twink studio was rebranded as “Twink Heaven, a Hawaiian Nine Company.” He then begged a couple of friends to work for nothing for him, to help him get established, and the three of them proceeded to make the new company’s first film, Hawaiian Nine Nights, which immediately put the new company onto a truly solid financial footing.

Within the year, Hawaiian Nine Films had a solid professional staff to run the business and was making more and more films itself, under its own name. Daniel had hired some of the best directors and camera men in the business. The quality of his films became the envy of the industry, while his name on the website drew endless numbers of viewers. Well, that and his legendary tool. It may not have been as long as some porn dicks, but it was unquestionably one of the thickest ever seen on film – the thickness making that rampant erection appear actually shorter than it was, until a bottom began sliding down onto it, and kept right on sliding farther and longer than anyone expected.

It became a sort of tradition at Hawaiian Nine Films that, whoever else was featured, the boss always performed in one scene for each film, either within the story or as a “bonus extra” only for those viewers who actually purchased the film, as opposed to simply streaming it.

The film that he’d just finished making with Laszlo had been the fortieth production of Hawaiian Nine Films, and it had been the first one in a few years in which he’d played more than a single scene or bonus. He’d fucked Laszlo, he’d done a scene with another twink “borrowed” from Twink Heaven, and then he’d brought the house down by letting himself be fucked and bred on camera by the legendary Rod Rammer, whom he’d persuaded to come out of retirement for this special appearance.

By now, the rumours were out on the street that Rod actually preferred to bottom, and the “bonus track” for this video featured Daniel fucking and breeding Rod, the first time that famously top-only man had ever been fucked or bred on screen. The rumours were proven to be right on target when Daniel had let his load spurt into Rod’s hole just as Rod was cumming hands-free, a fountain of cum that shot out of his rigid eleven-incher to a clear three feet in the air above his twisting, convulsing body. This whole scene was such a huge coup for Daniel that he actually had planned to market the bonus as a separately-priced item, available only at an extra fee and only for purchasers of the full-length film.

After sleeping for an hour and a half, Daniel awoke to find Laszlo still sleeping and still cuddled up against him, there in the spacious master bedroom of his condo. He felt a little sorry for Laszlo, who was likely to get totally overlooked in the whole fanfare over the two scenes with Rod Rammer. Because Laszlo was actually a gifted performer as well as a sweet bottom, Daniel resolved to give him featured billing, if not as prominently as himself and Rod.

As he was thinking these thoughts, Laszlo began to stir. Daniel stroked his face gently, and the younger man came awake with a beaming smile on his face.

“What’s made you so happy?”

“I was just dreaming about waking up in bed next to you, and look – here we are!”

“Laszlo, don’t get your hopes up.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I know all about that. It’s a job, it doesn’t mean anything else, don’t let yourself fall for your scene partner, blah, blah, blah.”

“Smart man. Let’s hop in the hot tub on the balcony.”

They went outside, pulled the cover off, and turned on the jets before settling into the steaming, bubbling water as it swirled around them. Daniel leaned back with a grateful sigh, letting the foaming action soak away the tension in his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes of relaxing, Laszlo resumed his line of questioning.

“But what about you, Daniel? You could certainly do worse than fall for a sweet young thing like me. And it’s not like you’ve ever been seen with anyone since you broke up with….”

“Stop right there if you ever want to get another job with Hawaiian Nine.”

“Okay.” But Laszlo looked a bit doubtful.

“Laszlo, I can read you like a book, and you’re asking all the questions: what makes him tick emotionally, what’s his private life like, who if anyone has been in a relationship with him, all that gossip magazine stuff that always makes everyone too damned nosy. No one knows about my private life because I don’t have one – not the way you’re thinking of it, anyway.”

“Do you miss it?”

There followed a moment’s silence. Then, Daniel’s taciturn reply – if you could call it a reply: “We’d better get going, don’t want to be late for the wrap party.” And he stood up, taking a towel for himself and handing Laszlo the other one.

In twenty minutes they were both dressed, and Daniel shooed Laszlo out of the bedroom, saying he would follow in a minute or two.

Downstairs in the big open-plan main room, the caterers had gotten everything set up and then had vanished as requested. Jim, Rod’s husband, had taken over the management of the bar, and was busily mixing and dispensing drinks to all comers. Laszlo was in a corner, making animated conversation with Terry, the other twink from the film. Will, the red-headed cameraman, was chatting with Rod Rammer, and directing covert, envious glances at the star’s legendary cock bulge. Other assorted members of the cast and production team mixed and mingled.

Daniel flung himself into the party, mixing and mingling with his best sparkling smile and vigorous laugh. Rod Rammer cornered him, with a proposition – he and Jim would love to have Daniel come over for another private three-way, like the one they’d had the previous year when the whole idea for Rod’s appearance in the film had been hatched. Eddie, the other cameraman, let him know that he had left a camera running when he and Will had gone to town on Laszlo, and there might easily be another scene or bonus in that footage.

Terry came to talk to him, plainly angling for another film gig. Daniel was polite but noncommittal. During their scene, Terry had been about as sexy as a lump of rock, and it had been a challenge to stay hard and to cum on cue. Other voices tossed out other casting suggestions to him, a few of which intrigued him enough to make a mental note to investigate.

But all the time, somewhere deep inside, he was pondering Laszlo’s question. Did he miss having a private life? The more he thought about that, the quieter he became, and the people there who knew him best could tell that the boss was deep inside himself again, and likely to remain that way for the balance of the evening. The party finally began to wind down, with the business management team of Hawaiian Nine doing the honours of helping all the guests on their way. At last, the condo was empty except for them, and they quickly said goodnight to Daniel and left themselves.

Daniel was alone. But not really alone, because Laszlo’s question was still hanging in the air. Did he miss – did he even want – a private life?

 

[LDNhungvers]

Great start to a story with a lot potential!

I hope your mind has already some more chapters completed!

Thanks for sharing!

[daddybear54]

Chapter 2:  Taking Care of Business

 

Once all the editing and post-production work was completed, Hawaiian Nine Studios released its newest feature-length film, Hawaiian Ramming, to unprecedented fanfare. All the excited talk about Rod Rammer and Hawaiian Nine appearing together in not just one but two scenes had led to the biggest advance sale ever for one of the company’s productions.

Nor were the stars’ legions of fans disappointed by the results. Viewers of the movie, commenting in their thousands on social media, generally divided into two camps: those who thought that Hawaiian Nine getting fucked by Rod Rammer was the hottest thing they’d ever seen, and those who thought that Hawaiian Nine’s breeding of Rod Rammer had to be the biggest turn-on of all time.

Plenty of the commentators also had hot words of praise for Laszlo, especially for the final scorching ten minutes of his big scene in which Will and Eddie had parked their cameras and jumped right into the action. That fixed-camera footage had almost all been usable, and it gave the audience some epic views of Laszlo being spit-roasted by Will and Eddie at the same time that Daniel was pounding another load into Will’s tight ass.

Daniel had gotten a smugly satisfied look on his face at the preview showing in the studio, when the room erupted in a spontaneous burst of applause as the credit “And Introducing ARPAD NAGY” (Laszlo’s screen name) faded in on the screen. Daniel felt that he was entitled to be smug. The audition clip which Laszlo had submitted was a bit pedestrian, but Daniel’s sixth sense in these matters had whispered to him that Laszlo had the quality of a star, and just needed to be taught how to bring it out for the camera.

So Daniel had signed him up, and then proceeded to teach him. Laszlo’s education was partly simple lessons in what to do and what not to do during a shoot, partly studying and talking about the work of previous bottoms on their films. More than both of those together, of course, was the in-person training which Daniel had definitely enjoyed giving the eager young fellow.

His memory strayed backwards to the first time he had played with Laszlo. He’d set up some lights and a couple of stand cameras, more to give Laszlo the feeling of playing during filming than with any hope of getting actual usable footage.

What Daniel had gotten, though, was a rare opportunity in the porn biz – Laszlo had told him at his interview that his ass was still virgin. Daniel was sorely tempted to try to film the big moment, but he knew that with his thick cock, getting Laszlo to loosen up enough to take him was going to take too long for porn use, and would probably require a lot of patience and effort in exchange for long stretches of relatively useless footage.

He was wrong. And he thanked his lucky stars that he’d decided at the last minute to turn the cameras on, just for the hell of it. Now, in his mind, he found himself reliving that evening.

“Oh, so that’s what it looks like,” Laszlo had said, commenting on the lights and cameras as Daniel led him into the room. After that one comment, the young guy ignored the technology. A man on a mission, he came right into Daniel’s arms and began kissing him, at the same time grinding his packed crotch against Daniel’s bulge. In just a few more seconds, Laszlo’s left hand had slid downwards and begun fondling and squeezing that big lump in Daniel’s tight gym shorts. Of course, his shorts immediately began to grow even tighter, and Laszlo worked his hand with even more enthusiasm, feeling an instant response to his busy, squeezing fingers.

Before long, call it half a dozen kisses later, Laszlo’s hand had plunged down inside the waistband and was busily engaged in fishing Daniel’s now-hard tool out of his jockstrap and stroking the head, which was already leaking. But Daniel also had an agenda, and he pulled Laszlo’s hand out of his shorts before proceeding to pull up the younger guy’s t-shirt. Obediently, Laszlo lifted his arms over his head and Daniel pulled the shirt up and off.

Now, he plunged his head down and began sucking on Laszlo’s cute little nips, making them stand up and quiver, and making their owner quiver right along with them as the attention was making his cock jump up and down inside his pants. As soon as Daniel ran his hand inside the waistband, he realized something right away – and confirmed it when he pulled Laszlo’s jeans off. This eager young hotshot had gone natural. No jock. No boxers. No briefs. No G-string.

Not only that, but the guy’s cock was doing one of the rarest tricks in the biz, standing right up against his abs and bouncing off them each time his muscles contracted. With his head already leaking copious amounts of clear juice, it was obvious that Laszlo was horny beyond belief and desperately needed something to occupy him.

With that thought, Daniel slid his own shorts down and off, then grabbed the back of Laszlo’s head and pushed him downwards towards Daniel’s crotch. Laszlo nearly went crazy, inhaling Daniel’s rich crotch aroma and chowing down on his sperm-soaked jock (it was his special filming jock which always appeared in every one of Daniel’s scenes). And there was his prize, the legendary Hawaiian Nine, pushing its way out of the waistband, stretching the elastic, urgently seeking freedom and daylight. Or film light, at least.

Without any urging, Laszlo went straight for the head, sliding back the skin, and licking all around the slimy head before taking it right into his mouth. As he slurped on the massive tool, Laszlo tugged down on the jock so that he could reach the entire length of the shaft. Daniel could tell right away that this part of sex, at least, was an area where Laszlo had plenty of experience. The young Hungarian wasn’t quite able to deep-throat the monster facing him, but he managed to swallow a good two-thirds of it, and then – pulling back – gave the entire length a thorough tongue bath before pushing the bulbous head back into his mouth and down his throat. Daniel let him work on that big, erect meat for a few minutes, but then pulled him back up.

It was time. Daniel spun Laszlo around and told him to lean over and plant his hands on the edge of the table. Then Daniel bent down, pried Laszlo’s cheeks apart, and buried his face right into that hot young crack.

For a moment, Daniel was tempted to laugh, thinking of the apposite words, “to boldly go where no man has gone before,” but he resisted the urge. He did summon up every bit of his years of experience with men to give Laszlo’s ass a tongue bath that he would never forget. From licking at the sides of the crack to slurping on the hole, then lashing his tongue back and forth across the button until it began to loosen and flex in response – Daniel knew all the techniques. And he could tell exactly when it was time to introduce a finger into the game.

Laszlo moaned at the pressure, and then gave a tiny cry as the probing finger breached his hole and he felt a man opening him up for the first time. The death grip of that hole on his finger assured Daniel that Laszlo was indeed a virgin – and reminded him to take his time and do his best to make it a good experience for the youngster in front of him.

Daniel resumed his tongue work on the crack and hole, while at the same time he began sliding his finger slowly in and out, changing the angle on each stroke. His finger play soon took on a pattern – imagine a circular track around Laszlo’s ass, and Daniel was swinging around the circle, thrusting in from eight different positions on each complete circle.

Laszlo was moaning almost nonstop as Daniel’s finger worked inside him. Then the moans changed to a loud yelp and “ohmigod, ohmighod,” as the finger reached in farther and began to stroke his prostate. Looking down between his legs, Daniel saw a long string of precum stretching itself downwards from Laszlo’s cock to add to the growing pool on the floor between his feet.

And then, Laszlo’s hole bloomed. It relaxed, opened, began chewing on the stroking finger instead of just tolerating it. Daniel took the hint and introduced a second finger. Laszlo’s busy ass kept right on grabbing at both fingers, and Daniel was thinking that it was just about time to consider trying it with the Hawaiian Nine. Then Laszlo pre-empted him.

“Fuck, man, aren’t you ever going to get that cock into me?”

Daniel chuckled. “Okay, since you want it so badly….”

He proceeded to pull out his fingers, then squirted a generous glob of lube onto his dick, and another on his hand. He spread the lube all over his tool, and then worked it around and into Laszlo’s hole.

“Okay, boy, just relax and let yourself open.”

He placed the thick head of his dick against the virgin hole, already closing up again, and then leaned on it. At first the hole resisted.

“Relax. Go limp, like a rag doll.”

Daniel kept the pressure on, slowly leaning harder, and then came a sudden “pop” – actually audible like that – and he was in. Laszlo gasped aloud, but he kept breathing slowly and deeply. His muscles slowly eased off the clamp-down on the intruder, and the Hawaiian Nine began to slide a bit deeper inside him.

Even with all the preparation, and with Laszlo so eager to be fucked for the first time, it took a good five minutes before Daniel felt his tool come up against an obstacle. Laszlo was just too small a man to take the whole thing, and he would certainly need a lot more practice before he could learn how to let his insides shift around to accommodate it.

“How does it feel?”

“It hurts, but it feels amazing too.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Hell, no! Keep it in me. I want that big cock, and I want you to fuck me until it spits a big load inside me!”

“Okay, since you asked.”

With that, Daniel began slowly sliding in and out of the no-longer-virgin hole. Laszlo’s ass muscles were grabbing at him every inch of the way, but the younger guy was already beginning to get the knack of when to squeeze and when to relax. And Daniel was loving every minute of it.

As Laszlo relaxed more into the fuck, Daniel slowly began speeding up. He wasn’t going to give this young guy a full-on pounding, not yet anyway, but he definitely wanted to let him know what it felt like to be fucked, and he definitely planned to give the boy his first load in the ass. Laszlo was paying close attention to Daniel, as well. He heard the steadily increasing rate of breathing, and the change of tone as it got harsher and shallower. Knowing the symptoms from his earlier sucking and jerking experiences, he could guess that Daniel was just about ready to breed ass.

“Yeah… yeah… fuck me… fuck me, man… cum in me… breed my hole… I want it….”

“Here it comes, boy. Get ready, I’m going to fill you, load you up.”

“Fuck, yeah. Give it to me! Pump it in. Fucking breed me!”

Daniel let out a loud groan, slammed deep inside, and Laszlo felt the pulsations of his cock against his ass ring and knew that Daniel was shooting a load deep inside his hole. His first load. Laszlo, gasped aloud, yelled “Fuck!” and his whole body contorted as his cock erupted, hands-free, splattering what looked like a quart of sperm against the legs of the table and all over the floor underneath it. Daniel groaned again as Laszlo’s orgasm caused his ass to contract violently around Daniel’s cock.

After they’d had time to recover their breath, and clean up some of the mess, the two of them sat down together on the bed (which hadn’t gotten used at all yet) and watched the footage of their encounter playing on the TV screen. Before long, the video got both of them so hard that they just had to re-enact the scene, this time with Daniel lying on his back and Laszlo climbing on top and riding on that massive, thick meat. In no time, their excitement led to Laszlo spilling a second hands-free load while Daniel blasted off yet again inside that already filled ass. It had definitely been a fuck for the ages, but Daniel still hadn’t decided exactly how or when to use the video footage that had captured it for all time.

And now, here he was, savouring the enthusiastic welcome from the audience of his colleagues and friends for his hot young find. From the applause, it was evident that many of the people working on the film had also met and admired – and fucked and enjoyed -- the hot young Hungarian bottom.

Laszlo admitted as much when talking to Daniel after the viewing. He made no secret of the fact that working for Hawaiian Nine Studios had gotten him laid at least half a dozen times, aside from the scenes in the film. Daniel laughed at his eager young protégé’s frank description of his off-screen adventures.

“Better be careful about talking too much – you wouldn’t want to make the studio owner jealous, now, would you?”

Laszlo chuckled. “No, I would rather make him something much harder to handle.”

Daniel simply laughed again. He was tempted to respond to the insatiable Laszlo’s blatant come-on, but he had, as always, some business to take care of the next day, and needed to save his energy. He said as much, and then turned away to talk to one of his silent partner financiers, thereby missing the crestfallen look which swept across Laszlo’s wide-eyed features.

Daniel’s “business” was to audition, over the next two days, two young performers who’d applied to work with the company. Getting to audition applicants in person was one of the big fringe benefits of his work as head of a production company. He’d picked the two out of the usual weekly pile of superstar wannabes. It was a simple matter to weed out the applicants who were tops when he wanted bottoms, or vice versa, and even simpler to delete everyone who didn’t bother to read through the entire page before clicking into the application form (a large percentage of the total). These were easy to spot because they were either (a) underage or (b) covered with tattoos (an especial bugbear of Daniel’s – he hated guys plastered all over with vast swaths of ink).

The first audition was Johannis, a sexy, muscular Icelandic blond with a matching beard, and a dick almost as big as Daniel’s. Daniel thought he’d make a great scene partner with Laszlo, but he needed to test-drive the hot Nordic stud himself first.

Since he wanted a couple of hot tops to pair with Laszlo, his auditions had to be with himself as the bottom. Daniel actually didn’t mind at all. Unlike many porn studs, especially the gay-for-pay variety, he actually enjoyed playing versatile and switching tops and bottoms with guys that he got into bed. Almost as soon as they settled down out by the pool and he started chatting with Johannis, he found that the blond Viking enjoyed playing mix and match as much as he did, a good sign.

Johannis soon turned to Daniel, and they began kissing, while Johannis slid his hands down and started playing with Daniel’s firm, muscular buns. In no time, his hands were probing into Daniel’s tight swimsuit and digging deeper into his crack. At the same time, he grasped Daniel’s hand and brought it to the growing bulge in his suit, clamping the hand onto himself.

Wow, Daniel thought to himself, this is one impressive take-charge guy. As he thought that, he began working at the drawstrings, then pulling that tight suit clear of Johannis’ butt and down, allowing his cock to spring free. Daniel let himself be pushed down onto his knees, and took that cock into his mouth, sucking it deeply right down to the base. Johannis groaned, grasped Daniel’s head with both hands, and began face-fucking him energetically.

After a couple of minutes, Johannis pulled Daniel up, spun him around, and pushed him down across the end of the bed. He peeled his own swimsuit the rest of the way down, tugged Daniel’s suit down and off, and then leaped in between Daniel’s legs, burying his face in between those tempting muscle mounds.

Johannis ate ass for a couple of minutes, and by that time his cockhead was drooling, a bead of clear juice swinging in the air beneath his tool. He smeared that precum over the head, spat in Daniel’s crack a couple of times for good measure, then planted his cockhead against Daniel’s hole and began to lean.

When the head pushed in, Daniel arched his hips upwards to give full access, and the big blond muscle top sank all the way inside his hot Hawaiian ass. Daniel was ready to take it, and Johannis was eager to give it. Almost at once, he began pounding, driving deep into Daniel’s willing hole. Daniel reached up and back to grasp his thighs, urging Johannis to plow him deeper and harder by pulling him in.

It took barely a minute before Johannis gasped out that he was cumming. Daniel mentally noted a black mark as the hunk’s dick spewed its load far too quickly into his ass. But Johannis didn’t even slow down, he just kept pounding away. In another minute, he pulled out and rolled Daniel over onto his back as if the big Hawaiian were a child’s rag doll. He then plowed right back in and resumed fucking. Another ten minutes or so, and the big man was spurting a second load inside Daniel’s already full, wet hole.

Daniel pushed him off, then, and Johannis flopped down on the bed beside him.

“Can you always cum twice like that?”

“At least.”

“At least? What’s your record?”

“Last year, I bred a guy four times in just over an hour.”

“Fuck, that’s awesome. That will make a lot of my customers very happy. You’ve got the job.”

“What? You don’t even want to test drive my ass first?”

“If it’s as good as your tool, you’re going to be a star in no time.”

For the record, Daniel did enjoy an awesome fuck inside Johannis’ muscular butt, giving the Icelandic stud a huge load and fucking another load out of him in the process. The man was incredible, an absolute fucking cum machine, and Daniel knew that he would make a slight change to his usual practice and allow Johannis to cum outside the hole once or twice, at least a squirt or two, just so viewers could see for themselves that he wasn’t faking it. Daniel had never met a guy who could cum as quickly and as frequently, over and over, ever single time.

Things were a little different with Paulo the next afternoon. Paulo wasn’t as impressively built as Johannis, but he made it clear that he was all man and all top. Once he’d fucked Daniel with such power that Daniel himself had cum hands-free as Paulo bred him, the second deal was sealed. Daniel was very happy with his two newest finds, sure that he was going to get amazing scenes out of both of them.

A few days later, an email went out to everyone involved with the production, reminding them all that the company was going on location again for a sequel. There was a big new film festival and awards gala for gay porn slated for Barcelona in three months’ time, and the company expected to scoop several trophies and plenty of publicity for Hawaiian Ramming.

Daniel and his inner circle had already decided to film a sequel at Sitges, while they were there, with some of the same cast. The boring twink, Terry, wasn’t going (Daniel made very sure of that) but he had already auditioned and signed up two other cute twinks to appear in the film. Ryan was a cute-as-a-button little Irish redhead who made up in sexual stamina for what he lacked in size, being just about tall enough to stare at Daniel’s nipples when they talked. Miguel was a slim, dark-eyed guy from Mexico with the sweetest manner, almost as sweet as his lush round butt cheeks.

Along with them, Laszlo, Johannis, Paulo, and Rod Rammer (whose actual name was Steve) were all going, as was Steve’s husband, Jim. Daniel would have to do a strong smooth-talker act, but he was hoping to get Jim on screen too, for a real-life husband-on-husband scene.

 

 

[pupHawaii]

whoa .. great story .. looking forward to the next part!   ;->

 

[daddybear54]

3 hours ago, pupHawaii said:

whoa .. great story .. looking forward to the next part!   ;->

 

Thank you! A bit slow going, I keep getting "distracted" when I'm writing, but it will happen!

[pupHawaii]

2 hours ago, daddybear54 said:

Thank you! A bit slow going, I keep getting "distracted" when I'm writing, but it will happen!

no worries .. good things are worth waiting for .. 😉

[PG1961Canada]

Oh, how I LOVE your stories!  @daddybear54

[daddybear54]

3 hours ago, PG1961Canada said:

Oh, how I LOVE your stories!  @daddybear54

Thank you! Appreciate my loyal fans!

[Theo8]

loving it!

[Tanbbottom]

On 6/2/2023 at 5:04 PM, daddybear54 said:

Thank you! A bit slow going, I keep getting "distracted" when I'm writing, but it will happen!

I'm hoping the distraction is sex as hot as that you write about! Thanks for sharing and looking forward to more. 

[daddybear54]

Chapter 3:  Party Time

 

The atmosphere was upbeat as the members of the company boarded their transatlantic flight to Barcelona, settling comfortably into seats in business class thanks to the generosity of one of Daniel’s backers who was cherishing fond hopes of what his generosity might lead to.

They were all busy toasting each other backwards and forwards around the cabin as the drinks came around before dinner, and then settled down to a good meal and a quiet overnight. Their plans included a couple of days of sightseeing or whatever in the Catalan capital, then the awards show and post-show party.

However, there was to be no sex at all during that time, as Daniel needed everyone to save up as much as possible for their trip to Sitges and filming sessions immediately after the awards night.

The people in the group who’d worked most often or longest with Daniel were really surprised to see the sometimes-uptight boss relaxing and unwinding so much during their time in Barcelona. As the various people in the group posted multiple pictures of their fun times around the city to their social media, Daniel’s dazzling smile often appeared on the cameras as opposed to his normal brooding stare. It seemed obvious that the Hawaiian Nine was for once going to let his hair down and actually enjoy his life.

But appearances can sometimes be deceiving. As Daniel said afterwards to Lianne, the company’s business manager, “First the bad news.”

Not only did Jim flatly refuse to appear in a video with his husband, the legendary star Rod Rammer (actual name: Steve), but Steve backed him up 100% and told Daniel that after this last appearance he was going to retire again, and this time it was definitely for good.

It was during the breakfast hour on their flight over to Barcelona that Daniel had broached his ambitious scene plan to Steve and Jim, and they were still well over an hour from their destination when Jim gave his plan the thumbs-down, in no uncertain terms.

“But that doesn’t mean that we’re not still friends,” Jim hastened to add.

Steve agreed. “One hundred percent. It’s just that, for me personally, coming back into the business was a mistake. I’d quit for all the right reasons before, when I met Jim, and coming back was something I did for a whole pile of wrong reasons.”

Daniel then made one of his signature quick recoveries. “Well, if this is definitely the last “lights, camera, action,” for you, who would you like me to pair you up with for your final scene?”

“What about Laszlo? Do you think you could persuade him to do a switch-fuck with me?”

“You mean, he does you and you do him?”

“That’s what I mean.”

“So who gets to breed?” Daniel asked.

“Good question.” Steve pondered for a minute. “Maybe flip a coin?”

Jim put in his two cents’ worth. “Since he’s young and inexperienced, he could probably shoot first inside you, and then you can breed him afterwards. You’ve had plenty of experience in delaying the inevitable.”

Daniel wrapped up the discussion. “Well, we’ve already seen both of you bred on screen in the last film. Why don’t you negotiate it with him and come up with a scene plan?”

“Deal.”

Daniel heaved a huge sigh of relief. For a minute, he’d been scared that Rod was going to walk away from the project altogether. This near miss was the real reason the boss was smiling so much as they wandered around the city. It wasn’t just the potential lost sales which scared him but (as he now realized) even more the chance of losing two of the only real friends he had in his life.

On the big night of the awards show, the entire group were dressed to the nines, and ready to walk the red carpet – a first for the younger and newer guys. The men were all in eye-popping variations on classic formal wear, not least among them Johannis and Laszlo who had both chosen white tuxedos, one with smoky grey trim and the other with brilliant sky-blue edging. Not to be outdone, Lianne and Marina (the costume coordinator, a.k.a. General of the Jockstraps) dazzled with brilliant formal evening gowns, Lianne in black and gold and Marina in dark maroon.

The advance buzz all around the event was that Hawaiian Nine was going to scoop up a pile of awards. Certainly, the company and its individual models and film crew members had been nominated for just about every award that was available for the taking.

Nor were the results a disappointment. The “Scene of the Year” award went to Daniel’s breeding of Rod Rammer, while Rod himself was recognized with a Special Lifetime Achievement Award. The film they’d starred in, Hawaiian Ramming, won the Best Film of the Year award, and Laszlo walked off with a Most Exciting Newcomer award – a trophy which put a broad grin on his face, and on Daniel’s face too. Privately, Daniel resolved to give Laszlo star billing in his next film after the one to be made in Sitges, an honour which he had richly earned. He also planned to use the footage of the virgin Laszlo’s first fuck and breeding as the bonus scene for that film, if and when.

Off camera, the talented Will and Eddie got an Outstanding Camera Work award for the final orgy scene in the company’s previous film, Nine in the Sand. As the title indicated, the big scene was a hyper-active beach orgy, and the camera angles had taken full advantage of not only the gorgeous Hawaiian scenery but every imaginable angle on the wild action from the nine performers, in a scene that all by itself lasted for 45 minutes and totalled up to 11 breedings and 6 facials.

After the show ended, everyone headed for the main ballroom of the Savoia da Catalunya hotel for the after party. At first, the company assembled all in a tight little group. Steve proposed a toast to Daniel, and after thanking him, Daniel in turn raised his glass to Laszlo. “To Arpad Nagy – a star is born.” Both toasts were drunk with loud acclaim by all of the Hawaiian Nine gang.

After the group split up and began circulating, it seemed to Daniel that, in between the endless offers of canapés and champagne from the circulating waiters, he must have shaken the hands of every single person present. As he did so, he also found himself fielding an unending parade of scene suggestions, funding offers, audition requests, ideas for locations, ideas for casting, and on and on. To all of them, he answered with a smile, thanks, and a statement that he was here to relax, not to work – which, of course, was only true until they headed down to Sitges the next day.

Even that departure on Sunday morning, just before noon, was a bit fraught. As Daniel mused to himself – sitting in a half-empty coach over 20 minutes after they were supposed to leave – you couldn’t very well pull the plug and leave early from an awards gala where your company had just scooped a whole bundle of significant trophies. Some things in life you just had to accept as they were. Late nights equalled late departures the next day. After about 40 minutes, and a series of querulous phone calls from Lianne, the entire company had finally showed up with baggage in hand and boarded the bus. Most of them were looking very much the worse for wear, which was the reason that Daniel hadn’t planned any shooting until the second day after the gala.

Later on Monday afternoon, the crew assembled in the suite which had been rented to serve as a filming location for the shoot. Spacious and luxurious, it had a generously-sized sitting room, an equally generous bedroom with a small sitting area in a bay window, and a gigantic bathroom with a jetted tub big enough for three and a shower almost as large – plenty of possibilities, and Will and Eddie had planned out camera placements and angles for all of them.

In the shower, Johannis and Miguel, the Mexican bottom, were helping each other to get ready, with plenty of soap and a scrubbing sponge, not to mention a butt plug for the tempting hole in between Miguel’s sweet, round ass cheeks. In fact, Johannis got hard enough playing with the plug that he was able to remove it and insert his cock for a minute, just to get Miguel loosened up enough for easier going on camera.

Out in the bedroom, Daniel was sitting on a chair in the corner, fingers crossed and hoping like mad that his latest casting inspiration was going to pan out. He’d sensed a hint of chemistry when he’d introduced Miguel to Johannis back in Los Angeles, and he’d decided to go with it. Marina came and sat next to him. “Worried, boss?”

“Just the usual nerves with a new casting combo.”

“You worry too much, boss. After this is over, why don’t you come back to my room and work out your stress?”

Daniel laughed. The not-quite-young trans woman had never bothered with surgery, so she still had all her male appurtenances, and a delectable ass which Daniel had enjoyed on several previous occasions. But now, he just laughed. “Nice try, Marina, but you know perfectly well that I have to hold it for my scene tomorrow morning.”

She sighed but nodded. Marina had been around the company long enough to know that Daniel was fiercely proud of his epic cumshots, and she certainly understood the importance of “business before pleasure” when they were on a shoot.

When Daniel came into the bathroom to announce that they were ready to go “whenever you are,” it was Miguel who switched off the water and then pulled slowly off that big Viking dick without any sign of embarrassment or self-consciousness. They towelled each other off, and then made their big entrance for the scene, Miguel walking in front with his hard tool leading the way and his towel trailing in his free hand, while Johannis followed, steering him with a hand cupping Miguel’s ass cheek, and with his towel draped around his own neck.

The two guys slipped on their underwear – Johannis in bright orange briefs and Miguel in a pale blue jockstrap which contrasted beautifully with his amber skin tone.

Daniel leaned over to Marina, and murmured, “Perfect colour contrast -- as always.”

Johannis murmured in Miguel’s ear, “Just ignore them all and concentrate on me,” and Miguel nodded. The cameras were all running, and Eddie gave them the word. At once, Johannis pulled Miguel into him and began kissing up a storm.

Miguel seemed a bit shy and confused, but soon melted into the big guy’s arms and began to moan as Johannis teased his nipples and then ran his hands down to cup and squeeze the younger guy’s ass. It was all an act, of course. Those few minutes in the shower had already taught Johannis that Miguel was a thoroughly experienced bottom. He’d really gotten that message loud and clear when he’d tried to push his way gently into Miguel, and the Mexican’s expert hole had opened right up and swallowed him to the root, then began chewing on the big guy’s cock.

Johannis had opened his eyes, and exclaimed, “Well, aren’t you the horny little slut, so eager for a big cock to fill you up?”

Miguel had turned a wide-eyed, angelic smile on Johannis at that moment as they’d let the water flow over them. Johannis realized instantly that the whole reluctant innocence shtick was as fake as the angelic smile. He may have looked like an inexperienced, wide-eyed kid, but Miguel was definitely a sex demon with a lot of practice under his belt (which he wasn’t wearing), and Johannis knew that he’d have a hard time not to cum too quickly and spoil the scene.

Now, he let his hands play with the straps of Miguel’s jock as Miguel put one hand down and played with that big Icelandic cock inside the tight briefs. He was playing the part of the eager young learner to perfection. Watching from the sidelines, Daniel smiled smugly at how his intuition had once again scored a bulls-eye in the casting department.

The rest of the scene unfolded along perfectly familiar porn-scene lines, from dropping underwear to ass and tit play with fingers, from cock-sucking to ass-eating, and from there to fucking.

Johannis was loving the way Miguel was alternating with him, working harder on his cock when he slowed down his fucking motions, and just going completely passive and letting him have at it when driving it deep into him.

After a good half an hour of work, with numerous positions and only a few quick pauses, Miguel had whispered into the big guy’s ear, “Missionary.” Johannis flipped him over onto his back, and Miguel pulled his smooth young legs all the way up over his shoulders. Johannis slipped right back inside that cute hole and began pounding hard. At the same time he felt Miguel’s cock getting harder and harder under his abs and knew that it was time to go for it. He barked, “Gonna cum,” as he pumped deep and hard into the young Mexican’s ass.

Miguel was wailing away, lashing his head from side to side on the pillow, and Johannis suddenly realized that it wasn’t an act any more. The Mexican had given himself over to the sensations of the fuck, had forgotten all about the watching cameras and observers. Miguel had gone off into an erotic trance, losing consciousness of everything except the sensations in his ass and the massive cock plundering it. Johannis let himself go then into that same private and intimate space, submerging the outside world in a tidal wave of sexual energy as he drove himself to his climax.

Then Miguel let out an especially loud cry of “Fuck!” and his hole clamped down hard as his cock lifted and erupted all over his smooth brown belly, hands-free. Johannis drove three or four more vicious strokes into the suddenly fierce tightness under him and let out a deep roar as his dick shot off like a cannon inside the Mexican’s sweet ass. And thanks to the change of position, the camera crew got it all in perfect closeup. Eddie locked in on Miguel’s cock when it exploded, and Will caught the view of Johannis, cock half out of the hole and flexing like a mad thing as it continued pumping sperm inside the tight bottom’s eager fuck chute.

Will held the camera right there as Johannis finally let his cock slide gently out, and then caught the slow-motion lava flow of cum pouring out of Miguel’s ass. Miguel even knew enough to try to hold his hole open so the stream could flow without interruption.

At last, Eddie called, “Okay, fellows, that’s it.” He and Will switched off their handheld cameras and then went around, turning off the tripod cameras.

Daniel got up, adjusting his dick inside his underwear, and came over to congratulate his two newest stars – and then realized that the energy had completely shifted. Johannis had slid back inside Miguel, and the two of them had wrapped their arms around each other, kissing nonstop, with Johannis again sliding gently in and out. It was plain to Daniel’s sight that the scene might be over but the two men lying on the bed, twined together, were far from done. Daniel smiled, turned away, and quietly signalled to everyone else to leave the room.

 

[daddybear54]

Chapter 4:  Life’s a Beach

 

Shooting continued for the next few days, but with plenty of downtime for everyone in the company to relax and enjoy the sun, the pool, and the sand.

Early afternoon was the chosen time to film the scenes, and both Paulo’s pairing with the tiny Irish lad, Ryan, and Laszlo’s sizzling scene with Rod Rammer passed Daniel’s personal hotness-meter test. Ryan turned out to be the kind of bottom who squirmed around, twisting every which way as a top drove into him, and it gave the scene an extra erotic charge as the viewer could easily imagine Paulo’s hard cock bouncing off every side and angle of Ryan’s tunnel in turn.

In the scene with Rod and Laszlo, it was a difficult task (Daniel called it a “hard” one) to sort out which of the two successive ass breedings was the hotter one. Rod may have managed to hold off longer, but Laszlo certainly gave full value for money. From the moment when Laszlo went for the big shot inside Rod’s ass until the end of the scene with Rod pumping his load into Laszlo was a good solid 25 minutes of video, and Daniel was sure that the entire action could be used without any cutting of the time sequence.

As for Daniel, he’d had a great old time getting to breed Eddie in a hot little mini-scene which Will filmed for them, as well as saving up a couple more huge loads for the big orgy scene.

Before they went for that grand finale, the entire crew relaxed for two full days of downtime, with any sex once again forbidden. The boss wanted the biggest collection of giant cumshots ever for the orgy scene, and he’d made his expectations very clear. Every top was to shoot several times inside the hole and then pull out and squirt some more over the backs of their respective bottoms. There was some grumbling from a couple of the novices who’d never worked with Daniel before, but Will and Eddie explained patiently to them that Daniel’s methods, although they might sound a bit savage with so many hot men around, got the results he wanted in no uncertain terms.

So everyone spent the two quiet days on lounge chairs or on beach towels, swimming in the pool or the ocean, soaking up the hot Spanish sun, and cracking an endless stream of sexual puns to try to let out their frustration.

One thing everyone couldn’t help noticing was that Johannis and Miguel walked out of the hotel practically glued to each other. They pulled two lounge chairs by the pool extra close together, and there they lay, looking at each other, stroking each other periodically, and conversing quietly together as they stared – as far as you could tell through the mirrored sunglasses – deep into each other’s eyes.

Daniel was particularly intrigued. He realized that he’d had a sense of something special between the two during the casting meetings, but he had to admit that he’d never expected it to go this far, this quickly. He also noticed that Laszlo was looking, if not jealous, at least a bit put out as he studied them. Daniel wondered idly which of the two might be causing his Hungarian beauty’s case of the hots below the belt and under the collar.

Not that the boss was completely idle during this downtime. When preparing an orgy scene, he always wanted to figure out the first pairings ahead of time and arrange a signal for when the camera men should call “time” and have everyone switch. After that, he was content to let the guys wander where they would and play with whom they wished. Now, though, he realized that he was probably going to have to read the riot act to Johannis and Miguel, just so they wouldn’t simply gravitate back to each other and drop out of the larger scene.

For now, though, he just wanted to relax. He had his scene plan all worked out in his head, and that was, after all, only a starting point, a kind of first play of the game. He was quite content to lie here in the sun, on a lounge chair, and enjoy the scenery. But that was a problem in itself, since the scenery was itself very distracting. True, he’d seen all these guys naked before, at one time or another, but Daniel still enjoyed the thrill of the chase, and he still found a minimally-clothed man more fascinating than a nude one.

All the guys in the company had dressed down into either tiny, short shorts or some form of bikinis or thongs. Miguel’s lovely ass was best shown off by a bright orange thong which allowed his curvy brown buns to pop right out. Paulo’s flame-red speedo had the kind of built-in front pouch which thrusts the hardware forward and up. Laszlo’s tight blue briefs used a back seam to accentuate the crack of his ass, while the front didn’t neglect his perfectly respectable cock. Johannis was wearing blue and white shorts, with the white lying in a slightly curved vertical stripe right up the middle. Ryan’s blazing red hair and pale skin was set off by a shamrock-green brief with side clips, and his hand kept wandering down there to fiddle with the clips suggestively. Steve and Jim had on matching pride-patterned speedos.

Daniel glanced down complacently at his own shorts, now bulging enticingly. He taken a pair of standard Hawaiian-patterned board shorts and had them cut down to crotch length, then fitted with angled hems so the bottom edges pointed in a vee right at his package. The tool there was making a decided lump in the front of his shorts, not surprising after he’d been taking such a detailed inventory of his troupe of models. He stood up and dived into the pool, urgently needing to cool himself off a bit.

After that swim, Daniel laid back flat on his lounge and let himself drift off into dreamland. He was woken by a hand shaking him, and a voice calling his name. He came back into waking life to find Laszlo leaning over him, one hand on his shoulder, and the crotch of his speedo bulging. Daniel guessed that Laszlo had been staring at him for a few minutes, and perhaps rubbing himself, before he’d finally acted to wake up the boss.

“Daniel. Hey, Daniel.”

“Umm?”

“Sun’s going down and we’re all heading inside to get ready for dinner. Join us?”

“Yeah.” He swung his legs around, planted his feet on the ground, and looked up to see all these prime slabs of muscle from his company staring him in the face. Shaking himself fully awake, he stood up, slapped a high five with two or three of his cast, and they headed back into the hotel.

Dinner was a friendly, funny meal, with people teasing each other over things that had happened during the last week, both at the awards party and during the filming sessions. As always, for the night before a shoot, Daniel kept himself down to just one glass of wine, and then ran on Perrier for the rest of the evening. Steve and Jim sat with him and got him laughing with Jim’s story of how Steve, as Rod Rammer, had first gotten to know him -- Perrier played a role in that tale too.

On Friday, the entire crew and cast assembled in the filming suite. The guys helped each other with little last minute details. No showers were taken. Daniel knew that with this many men, the showers would take up most of the filming day, so everyone had been given strict instructions to shower in their own suites before coming up to the penthouse.

Once the men were all in position, Will and Eddie turned on the lights and cameras, and Eddie then called “action.”

Johannis and Ryan were quickly locked in a passionate embrace. Paulo was already pushing Miguel’s face downwards towards his bulge. Rod was holding Laszlo close in his arms while he slid his hands downwards to cup those enticing cheeks. Daniel was standing over against the wall, watching Paulo and Miguel and squeezing his own bulge as he watched.

The scene heated up rapidly. Johannis quickly pushed Ryan down onto his back on some cushions, coming down on top of him and stroking and licking his body all over. Ryan, in his typical fashion, was already twisting around like a snake under the Icelandic stud and moaning up a storm.

Eddie had moved in a circle around Rod and Laszlo, letting his camera watch the two of them playing with each other’s asses. For the viewer, it would be anyone’s guess which of the two was going to fuck and which one would get fucked.

There was no guesswork involved in the third pairing. Paulo had both hands clamped onto the back of Miguel’s head and was steadily pumping his erect cock in and out of Miguel’s mouth. It was easy to see that Miguel was finding Paulo’s tool a challenge, but he kept on giving his best shot at deep-throating the Brazilian stud. Now Daniel worked around and got down on the floor, starting to eat at Miguel’s ass while Miguel was busy at the other end.

Meanwhile, Johannis had begun eating out Ryan’s ass, and that left Ryan’s mouth free to take a first go at Daniel’s tool, the famous Hawaiian Nine, since he found it conveniently close to his eager mouth. Ryan had gotten that cock entirely into his mouth when Johannis planted his cock against Ryan’s hole and began to push. The cute Irish twink opened up and let him in. Now there were five guys locked together in a chain of fucking, sucking, and ass eating. Soon enough, Paulo got Miguel to turn around and bend over, and Paulo changed places with Daniel, letting Daniel have the cock while he worked his erect tool into Miguel’s tight hole.

The scene kept evolving and changing, with almost as many changes of partners as a country square dance. After another half an hour of steady fucking and sucking and rimming, Paulo had moved on to have a go at Laszlo, while Daniel had found Miguel’s cute little ass close at hand and well opened up, so he slid right in and began to pound. Johannis had shifted over to Rod and took a first turn at his ass, while Rod himself had begun fucking Ryan.

All of the guys had already cum once and were still rock-hard and winding up to another epic blast-off. This time, Rod was the first one to gasp that he was going to cum. Johannis started to pull out, but Rod reached back and pulled him in deeper, yelling, “No! Pound me, stud!”

Johannis responded with a will and that was all that was needed to send Rod Rammer over the edge, his legendary eleven-incher quivering and pulsating as he delivered a healthy blast of his jizz inside Ryan’s fuck tunnel. As soon as Rod’s hole began spasming from the cum shots, Johannis drove harder and faster and fired off inside the famous porn stud. Both men pulled out while they were still cumming, and added several spurts across Ryan’s ass cheeks, which looked good enough to lick.

The noisy soundtrack of their orgasms gave Paulo the impetus to drive deeper and harder into Laszlo, who quivered, yelled, “Oh, fuck,” and shot six huge squirts of cum onto his face, chest, and abs as Paulo fired off inside his ass, before pulling out and adding a cream garnish across Laszlo’s sexy body.

That left Daniel, who was driving Miguel into a quivering mass of bottom joy, thrusting his thick cock all the way down into the Mexican’s spasming butt over and over. Suddenly, Miguel forced his ass up, and blasted bolts of cum onto the floor under him before collapsing flat on his face. Daniel followed him down, slamming harder and harder until his cock began to jerk. He yanked out, shot some cream across Miguel’s milk-chocolate coloured ass, drove back in and pumped some more cum inside that beautiful hole, and then pulled out again and shot two more jets across his ass before letting the rest slowly drizzle out as he wiped his dick across those brown cheeks.

After a few more seconds, Will announced, “Cameras off,” and all seven of them sprawled out on the floor, gasping for air. The action had certainly been intense. Eddie walked over to where Paulo and Laszlo were lying side by side, grinned down at them, and said, “See what I mean about the time out, guys?”

Paulo, too tired even to speak, only nodded. Laszlo gasped, “I’ve never cum like that before. Yeah, it’s intense, but it’s still fucking unfair!” Across the room, Daniel chuckled.

After taking a quick look at some of the footage, Daniel was thrilled and knew that he had another epic, award-winning film on his hands. That night, he treated the whole company to dinner in a gourmet restaurant along the street from the hotel. With the limits off, it was a rowdy, raucous party.

The next day, the gang all enjoyed a last day of sun at the pool and beach, while Daniel sat inside with Will and Eddie, going through all the footage to make sure there weren’t any bad spots they would need to patch up before flying back to L.A. When they finally appeared on the beach at 4:45, they endured a lot of ribbing from the others about what they had really been doing all day. Before that, the teasing had all centred on Johannis and Miguel who were now behaving exactly like a married couple.

Daniel just smiled and waved the teasing off. Truth be told, though, he had fucked both of the camera guys by way of a breather during the afternoon, before dumping yet another load inside Will’s compliant ass.

 

On Sunday morning, during the flight back home, most of the guys were dozing or outright sleeping in their individual bed-cubicles. Daniel blessed his good fortune in having attracted a backer who was both well-stocked with money and intensely turned on by the thought of being fucked by famous porn tops. The bonus of this multi-millionaire buying first-class tickets for everyone wasn’t lost on Daniel, or on any of the rest of the cast. Several of them had never flown first class before, let alone actually flying at all.

The spectacle of all these prime slabs of man flesh lying back and sleeping all over the cabin was also causing a bit of a stir among the flight attendants, two of whom were plainly attracted to the bigger guys present. One of them all but rubbed his firm chest across Daniel’s face when leaning across “to refill your coffee.”

A couple of the members of the team, though, were watching Daniel carefully. Lianne was one of them. She’d handled the business end of Daniel’s venture ever since he’d set it up, and she knew his mind and moods probably better than anyone else there. She flagged down Laszlo as he walked by towards the washroom, then beckoned him to lean down for a second.

“Laszlo, you notice anything about Daniel today?”

Laszlo glanced at him for a moment.

“Yeah,” he murmured back. “He looks kind of antsy.”

“That’s what I thought. Antsy, and a bit worried with it. And that makes me worried. Can you maybe talk to him, see if you can find out what’s eating at him?”

“Me? Why me, Lianne?”

“Because this is personal. I can’t ask, he’ll just think I want to talk contracts and video rights. And I’m asking you because he seems more comfortable with you than with some of the others, more laid back and less defensive. I think you might be able to get him to talk.”

Laszlo sighed. “Well, I can try.”

His effort didn’t go very far. Daniel did, however, unbend enough to say, “It’s not something I can really talk about here. But there’s something else, something I’d like to discuss with you in some detail. Can you swing by my office on Wednesday at, let’s say, 3:30 in the afternoon?"

“No problem,” Laszlo replied. He was a bit chagrined, but he hadn’t been shut down outright and maybe he could get under the surface of Daniel’s nerves at that time. Daniel and Laszlo both entered the appointment in their phones, and Laszlo went back to his seat. He’d report to Lianne later, during the long stopover at New York JFK, but for now he just wanted to sleep.

 

[daddybear54]

Chapter  5:  Turning Points

 

On Wednesday afternoon, Laszlo walked into the Hawaiian Nine office suite just as Jim and Steve were sauntering out of Daniel’s private office into the reception area.

“He’s free, Laszlo, just go on in.” Jim sounded like a man on a mission.

But Steve put out a hand and stopped Jim from leaving, then spoke. “Hey, Laszlo, I’d like to keep in touch. Let’s swap numbers.”

Jim raised his eyebrows. “What, suddenly I’m not good enough for you any more?” he asked mockingly – then chuckled.

Steve, though, replied in an unusually serious tone. “Jim, I think it would be a good idea for us to keep in contact with Laszlo.”

The numbers duly exchanged, the two of them hugged and kissed the younger man, and then went on their way. And Laszlo went in.

Outside the building, Jim said, “Well?” in a curious tone of voice.

“Well, what?”

“You know what, Steve. Why did you want Laszlo’s number?”

“Just a sixth sense. I get the feeling that Daniel is about to do something big and make some sort of major change in his life. If he does, I just have a feeling that he might let Laszlo know what he’s up to. I’m sure it’s not love, but there’s some sort of special comfort zone there for him. I want to know where to locate Laszlo if we need to ask about Daniel.”

Jim nodded. “That’s good thinking. I didn’t pick up anything particular about them myself, but I sure as hell trust your judgement.”

Steve laughed. “You’re just saying that because I thought it was safe to confide in you with my feelings. So I did -- and look where it got us!” The two of them laughed and kissed.

On entering Daniel’s office, the first thing Laszlo noticed was a facial expression that he’d never seen on the boss before. Daniel was staring off into space, almost as if he was off on another planet or something. His elbows were propped on the desk, forearms pointing up, fingers linked together, and his chin was resting on his linked fingers. Who knew where the rest of him had gone to?

Laszlo gently cleared his throat. “Ahem, Daniel.”

Daniel shook out of it. “Hi, Laszlo. Is the door closed?” Laszlo nodded. “Have a seat.” He got up and poured a pair of scotches out of a decanter, handing one to Laszlo, and then sat down again.

“So, what’s this about Daniel?”

“A couple of things, Laszlo. First of all, and most important, I need you to promise me absolute secrecy about everything I’m going to tell you. These are things no one else knows yet – not Jim and Steve, not Lianne, no one.”

“Promise.”

“Right. Here it is, then. I’m planning to retire and sell the business.”

Laszlo stared at him in shock. Finally, words returned to him. “Are you mad?”

Daniel chuckled. “Hardly that. But I’m also damned if I’m going to be like Mark the Meatman” – and here he referred by nickname to a once-popular but now over-the-hill porn star and producer – “and keep going until I’m so old that I can only attract viewers by appearing in cradle-robber scenes. I want to go out when I’m on top of my game and on top of the business.”

Laszlo studied him carefully. Perhaps he was young, but he was also uncommonly perceptive and sensed that there was more.

“Is that all?”

“No. I’m also getting bored with the whole routine. Running around raising money, sucking up to ageing queens with deep pockets, screening applicants for scenes, holding the loads in, swearing off for days at a time just to get a good money shot. I’m fed up.”

“So what’s your timeline for that.”

“That’s the second part of what I want to tell you. I’m going to finish off the film we just shot, then film one more – and call it quits after that one gets released. I wanted to tell you now because I’m going to bill you as the star in that final film, let you pick where you’d like to film and work with whoever you want to work with.”

“For reals?”

Daniel nodded, smiling at Laszlo’s obvious eagerness to get going.

“Wow, I’d love to do another scene with Steve – I mean Rod.”

“Sorry, Laszlo, that’s the one that’s off the list. He’s told me twice now that he’s retired again and this time it’s for good.” Laszlo’s face dropped. “Hey, don’t look like that. You got a chance to work with him and breed him, and have him breed you, and that’s something only the two of us have ever done on video.”

“How could I forget? My ass was still sore when we got to the orgy scene.”

“I thought you were acting a bit – ‘restrained’ – that day.”

They both laughed. Both men were familiar with the aftermath of a ramming from Rod Rammer. But then Daniel went on.

“Anyway, like I said, that’s only a planning-stage item for now. But give it some thought and get a preliminary list ready.”

“So, Daniel, what’s going to happen when you sell out?”

“I’m going to include a condition of sale that the buyer has to keep our videos in circulation for a minimum period of 5 years, under the Hawaiian Nine name. And there’s going to be another condition. Just let me find the envelope. I already gave Steve his package.”

Daniel sorted through a pile of stuff on the desk, fished up and envelope, and handed it to Laszlo.

“Go ahead, open it.”

Laszlo ripped off the end and pulled out a payment notice.

“Three hundred forty-seven dollars and fifty-four cents. What’s this for?”

“Your royalties. Our last film was such a huge success that I decided to give everyone a royalty on sales and streaming rights. Two cents per streaming, ten cents per full sale. That’s your first payment, based on all the income so far. You should see it land in your bank account today. We’re going to use the same system for the last two films. And the buyer of the company has to keep up the royalty payments as long as they keep the films in circulation.”

Laszlo got up, walked around the desk, and gave Daniel a huge hug and a kiss. “Thank you, Daniel. Not just for this, but for launching my career, and for giving me the lead position in your final film production. You’re the best!”

Daniel smiled as he patted his enthusiastic young star on the back. But then he returned to business. “And remember, all of this is confidential. Everyone is getting an email with the royalty notice today, and the payments are being deposited, but that’s all that anyone except you knows.”

Laszlo gripped his hand firmly and looked him squarely in the eye. “I promise.”

And after a few more final words, he went his way. Out on the street, Laszlo fingered the payment notice in his pocket. The whole thing – the royalty payment, the offer of a starring role, the news that Daniel was going to slide out the door – it had all become surreal to him. The one thing Laszlo realized, loud and clear, was that in a year or less he was going to have to say goodbye to Daniel – and might well never see him again.

Now, there was a depressing thought. Daniel had been a good mentor, and Laszlo had felt instinctively that special comfort zone with Daniel which he hadn’t felt with too many other guys – certainly not with his ex.

What Laszlo hadn’t clued into at all was the significance of the statement that nobody but him knew about Daniel’s plans for the future.

Laszlo wandered along the street, the vibrant life of WeHo flowing all around him, but he wasn’t really noticing it, immersed as he was in his thoughts. Then a voice spoke to him -- and he snapped out of his preoccupation.

“You’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?”

The speaker was a tall, lean guy, wearing a tight tee shirt and very short shorts. Well worth a second look in any company, Laszlo thought. Then he took that second look.

“Adam!”

“Yes, it’s me all right.”

“So why didn’t you call me by my real name?”

In a slightly sarcastic accent, Adam replied, “I thought you might have gotten a name change when you went in for the enhancement surgery.” They both laughed and Adam went on. “You didn’t waste any time snagging a new guy for yourself after we split.”

“What new guy?”

“Give me a break, Laszlo. Word on the street all over town is that you and the Hawaiian Nine are shacked up together.”

“Twenty-four years old and you still believe everything you hear from that no-name myth, the Word on the Street. In this case, the Word is dead wrong.”

“Okayyy.” But Adam sounded doubtful. “But tell me one thing. How did he get you to open up and give him your ass? I tried for the best part of three years, and you were all ‘No – strictly top only.’ And my hole still aches, just from remembering.”

“To answer your question, he told me that he hoped I’d be willing to switch up on camera, and I thought about it and decided to go for it. I warned him that I was still a bottom virgin, and he took an afternoon to break me in gently before filming time.”

“Damn. I’d love to have you demonstrate your new talent for me.” Adam reached down and “adjusted” the basket of his shorts. “Want to come – up?”

“Well, you’re sure not wasting any time, are you? But fair warning – I’m strictly verse now.”

Five minutes later, they were naked in Adam’s apartment. Adam had has arms wrapped around Laszlo and was busy kissing him with plenty of tongue while his hands kneaded Laszlo’s firm round ass cheeks. Laszlo had his hand fastened on Adam’s cock and was squeezing it, feeling the growing wetness in the palm of his hand. He remembered how he’d used to wonder what it would feel like having Adam inside his ass, but he’d been too scared to try. Now that he’d experienced multiple fuckings from the Hawaiian Nine and the redoubtable Rod Rammer, among others, he wondered why this long but much more slender tool could ever have scared him.

Dropping to his knees, Laszlo went to work on Adam’s cock, sucking it deep into his throat and then pulling back and working on it with lips and tongue before deep throating it again. Adam gasped and moaned with pleasure and surprise. He plainly hadn’t expected Laszlo’s technique to have become so much more advanced in the two years since they’d split.

And Laszlo went right on surprising him, coming up for some advanced tongue work on Adam’s nipples, then licking all the way down his ridged abs and back to the cock, which he proceeded to swallow. Laszlo had learned a special torsion trick from Eddie during a private session, working his head around in a circle while sucking as he rocked it from side to side. Adam was groaning nonstop, never having experienced such a virtuoso professional blowjob and starting to be scared that he was going to lose his load before he finally got to experience Laszlo’s asscunt.

Finally Adam grabbed him and pulled him up for some more kissing, then spun him around and pushed him face down across the bed. Laszlo bent his hips just enough to make his ass lift into the air at a perky, enticing angle. Adam quickly took the hint and pushed his face into the crack, kissing and licking at the sides and at the hole as Laszlo moaned and twisted around on the bed from the sensations.

Adam had come a long way from the days when he’d begged, in vain, for a shot at Laszlo’s ass. He’d fucked a number of bottoms since then, all of whom liked the way his long thin dick could tickle their prostates without shredding the ring while slamming in and out of their holes. As his tongue dug into the target, worming its way ever deeper inside, Laszlo yelped aloud, caught by surprise at the realization that his ex-boyfriend had become a real specialist in the fine art of rimming. Laszlo also realized that he was probably in for a memorable fucking to follow.

He wasn’t wrong. When Adam finally felt the hole open up and beg for it, he swiftly got into position, spat in his hand and rubbed it on his painfully rigid cock, and pressed the head against Laszlo’s hole – which readily gave way and invited him in. Laszlo let out a drawn out “Ohhhh… fuuuuck…” as Adam’s long shaft slowly pushed all the way into him in a single continuous slide. A moment later, Adam was lying down full length along Laszlo’s back, slowly rocking his hips to make his cock stir around like a mixing spoon inside the newly-opened ass.

With his head next to Laszlo’s ear, Adam quietly purred, “You like that?”

“Ohhh… yeah… feels so… ohhh… you’re rubbing me so good….”

Adam moved his hands away from Laszlo’s shoulders to press down on the bed on either side, and then reared up into a push-up position and began pumping his cock slowly, but with full-length strokes, in and out of Laszlo’s supine body.

“Ohhh… fuck, yeah… give it to me harder!”

Adam obligingly speeded up, gradually working up to full-throttle pounding into the now-totally-opened ass underneath him. His hips were smacking out a rapid tattoo of slaps against Laszlo’s firm round ass cheeks as his cock pounded faster and faster into the hole. Laszlo was giving out a steady stream of “oh, yeah” and “fuck” as Adam worked him over.

It was more than anyone could keep up with for long. Going nonstop at this furious pace was bringing Adam closer and closer to the moment of truth, and as his breathing got faster and more ragged, Laszlo sensed it.

“Come on, Adam, fucking pound me!”

“Gonna… gonna cum!”

“Yes! Let it fly – fill me up. I want that load. Cum in my ass!”

Suddenly Adam groaned aloud, slammed all the way in, and held it there as his cock convulsed, blowing a thick stream of juices into Laszlo’s cunt. After the first three bursts, he repeatedly punched his cock in to force the further shots as far inside as possible. “Fuck!” Adam cried as his cock continued firing bolts of cum. At last, his orgasm trailed off and his cock gave its final twitches inside Laszlo, the last few drops of his load slowly dribbling out.

Finally, he withdrew, slowly, and watched in awe as Laszlo’s hole hung open, with Adam’s seed slowly sliding out and dripping down his taint to land on the bed underneath him. Adam wiped his cockhead on Laszlo’s cheeks and continued to gaze on his handiwork.

At last, Laszlo slowly rolled over onto his back, bringing his still-erect cock into view. Laszlo had what Adam thought idly was an almost demonic grin. There was also an unmistakable smirk to be heard in his voice when he spoke.

“Damn good – for the first act.”

“The first act?” Adam sounded puzzled. But before he could ask any questions, Laszlo reared up off the bed, grabbed Adam and flung him down onto his back on the covers, and seized his legs, pulling them up in the air to expose his ass. Laszlo promptly dived down and began to rim Adam at full speed, working his tongue all over and around the hole and along the sides of his crack while Adam gasped in surprise and then began moaning as the sensations hit him.

He moaned even louder as a finger worked its way inside his hole and began to rotate. “Oh, fuck, Laszlo, keep doing that!”

“You’re tight.”

“Haven’t been fucked for months. But I want it!”

“Coming right up.”

Laszlo pulled away, drooled some spit onto his cock, spat into Adam’s crack, and worked it in, then planted his cock at the opening and began to lean.

“You want it?”

“Yes!”

“Beg for it.”

“Please! Quit teasing me, Laszlo, I want that dick inside me. Give it to me now! Please!”

Laszlo pushed harder, popped through the ring, and then slowly slid the rest of the way in. Adam rested his muscular legs on Laszlo’s shoulders, and Laszlo pushed farther forward until Adam was bent double, and Laszlo was lying right down on top of him, face to face.

This was his favourite position for fucking. He loved watching all the expressions on a bottom’s face as he plowed in and out. Now, as he began working Adam over, he could see that old familiar blissed-out look which meant that Adam was enjoying himself. Laszlo was too. He had forgotten just how well Adam’s hole could caress and squeeze him as he slid back and forth.

But he knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d already gotten far too wound up from being fucked by Adam for the first time, and he could already feel his load climbing up the shaft and moving into firing position.

“Fuck! Can’t hold off… gonna cum….”

“Yeah! Give it to me. I want to feel your sperm inside me! Knock me up, Laszlo! Breed me!”

Laszlo was moving faster and faster, his hips turning into a blur as he slammed down repeatedly onto Adam’s powerful thighs doubled up under him. His cock was racing in and out, faster and faster, and then all at once the moment was there.

“Ohhh… fuuuck…!”

He jammed his hips down, shoving his cock all the way inside Adam’s tight butt, and let the jizz fly, his muscles pumping shot after shot of cream deep into Adam’s hole, which kept right on working on his cock, squeezing and releasing, as his own orgasm peaked, and he shot all over his own pecs and abs. Then they lay there, still joined together, kissing and stroking, as their cocks slowly deflated and Laszlo at last slipped out of Adam’s ass.

After they’d laid there together for a few minutes, Laszlo got up out of bed and began to dress, while Adam watched him with an expression made up of equal parts quizzical, ironic, and disappointed.

“Just Mr. Fuck and Run now?”

Laszlo turned and fixed Adam with a serious gaze that stopped him dead in his tracks. He’d never seen Laszlo looking so determined, and so sad at the same time.

“Adam, I spent over two years with you, and I can tell exactly where your mind is going. You’re obviously hoping that we’re going to get back together.” Adam said nothing. There was no point. Laszlo really did have his number. “That’s not in the cards. I’m not the same guy I was when we were together, not at all. Experience has changed me – and I don’t just mean the experience of fucking on video for money.”

“Well, what do you mean?”

“I’ve gotten to see real love in action. And if you don’t know yet who I mean, the Word on the Street is sure to get the bulletin soon enough. It’s going to be the shortest two careers in porn history. Two scenes each in one film, and I’d say it’s a 99% certainty that they’re both going to call it a day at that point. Not quite as certain, but I’d still give 70% odds that there’s going to be a wedding there before too long.”

“Hmm, not you and the Hawaiian Nine, then.”

“That’s right. As I told you before, we are not an item. Anyway, he’s so screwed up inside that I don’t think he’d know love if it jumped up in his face and slapped him upside the head. But after seeing – well, just call them A and Z for now – together, I can begin to sense what the real thing looks and feels like. It helped, too, when I read this quote on my socials: ‘If you have to ask yourself if you are in love, the answer is always no.’”

“I get it. You were asking yourself when we were together.”

“Yes. I was. Sorry, Adam, but that’s the reality. We had two good years in spite of ourselves, but we can’t go back. It was fun playing together again, but it has to end here.”

With that, Laszlo – now fully dressed – walked over to the bed, kissed Adam goodbye, and went.

Moments later, out in the street, he found he was crying. He knew exactly why. He’d been completely truthful with Adam, but the truth had to have hurt the guy, and hurting other people hurt Laszlo – badly. He was the kind of person who was all man, but he had a strong motherly streak in him that made him want to kiss everyone on their sore spots and make them all better.

But Laszlo needed someone to kiss him and make him better too. And here he hadn’t told Adam the whole truth, only part of it. The truth, as he finally admitted to himself, was that he was in love with Daniel and didn’t know what to do about it.

 

 

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Chapter 6:  Cummings and Goings

 

Laszlo’s guess had been right on target. About a week after his afternoon with Adam, he’d gotten a phone call from Johannis and Miguel, advising him that they were planning to get married and that Johannis would like Laszlo to be his best man. Miguel was asking Ryan.

They’d already found a couple of agreeable dates with Ryan, and they had an automatic bye for any Saturday they wanted until June, The space which they planned to use was “officially” closed for renovations, but the hotel was prepared to open it for a weekend for them. It helped that the assistant manager of the banquet facility was Miguel’s aunt.

Laszlo confirmed the date with them right then and there, and then clicked off, grinning smugly at the accuracy of his prediction.

Three months later, he arrived at the wedding venue with the happy couple and Ryan, and they proceeded to run over last-minute details with the celebrant and the grooms. As the seats filled up towards the official start time of 5:00 pm. Laszlo was pleased to see that the entire Hawaiian Nine Films gang had showed up. Daniel, wearing his smartest clothes and most polished manners, was squiring Lianne to the party, while Marina arrived on Paulo’s arm, basking in the handsome Brazilian’s chivalrous attention.

The ceremony was not long, but it was certainly heartfelt. Johannis and Miguel looked stunning in matching midnight-blue tuxedos with light greyish-blue lapels. The pair had written their own vows, and each had managed to build in some explanation of why the two of them had come together so quickly and thoroughly when they first met.

That theme got covered in more depth during speeches after dinner. Laszlo and Ryan had themselves a grand old time roasting the happy couple, their snappy cracks drawing gales of laughter from the audience, and especially from the grooms’ families. After the speeches, the floor was cleared for a dance and the DJ got busy. From then on until the bar closed at 2:00 am, there was hardly anyone to be seen sitting down. The entire assembly was on the floor, dancing up a storm for hours.

The climax came when Laszlo and Ryan undid their ties, wrapped them loosely around their necks, and then tied the loose ends to each other to create an impromptu limbo bar. Everyone present took a turn at trying to slide under the “bar”, and the laughter mounted as the bar sank lower and the competition became more intense. To the surprise of many of those present, Daniel was the last one standing. When asked later, he said simply, “Surfing forces you to be flexible.”

Ryan had a better explanation, which drew another big laugh from all present, including Daniel. “When you’re the boss, the models let you win.”

Lianne and Marina actually left together fairly early, just after midnight, and that gave Laszlo the opening he was hoping for. He closed in on Daniel, and asked him, “After the happy couple leaves, do you want to come back to my room?”

Caught off guard and cornered by surprise, Daniel agreed. Half an hour later, the two of them slid out together.

Once they were into Laszlo’s room in the hotel, they quickly locked together in an embrace, mouths seeking each other eagerly as they began kissing each other. In five more minutes, Daniel was nestled neatly in between Laszlo’s legs, his cock sliding into the younger man’s hole as they continued making out. Laszlo wrapped his legs around Daniel’s back, using them to pull the big guy’s cock deeper inside him. His arms were also wrapped around Daniel’s body, letting him feel the straining muscles of Daniel’s back as he began driving deep inside Laszlo. Daniel was really excited, and a bit proud of himself, to feel how Laszlo just opened right up and took him in, giving his thick nine-inch cock full access into the deepest recesses of his man cunt. He was also amazed at how easily and smoothly they moved together. They’d only had sex together four times before, and one of those had been while they were filming so it hardly counted – and yet they were coupling as neatly and precisely as if they’d been doing it like this for a decade.

Daniel held on tighter to Laszlo and rolled over onto his back, bringing Laszlo up to sit on top and ride him. Laszlo demonstrated that he’d quickly gained a great repertoire of different moves in this position, giving a virtuoso demonstration of cock-riding techniques that soon had Daniel groaning that he was going to cum. Laszlo didn’t even slow down. He wanted Daniel’s load, and he wanted it now. Daniel groaned again at the delicious torture Laszlo’s talented ass was inflicting on him and then suddenly realized that he was about to let go. He grasped Laszlo’s hips firmly, and began driving hard and fast, straight up inside that wonderful hole. After just six or seven ferocious thrusts, he slammed it in and held it there, hips arched into the air as his cock convulsed and spewed his seed deep inside Laszlo’s body.

Laszlo held on for the ride. When Daniel’s hips dropped back onto the bed and he gasped for breath, Laszlo speeded up his riding motions, arching his back to get the Hawaiian Nine to tickle his prostate. In just another minute, he cried out, “Fucking cumming!” and his cock began spitting cum all over Daniel’s abs. Finally he slowed to a halt. He lifted slowly up until Daniel’s big tool plopped out of his ass. Then, he let a stream of cum flow out of him and onto Daniel’s muscled body. Finally, he lay down alongside Daniel, wrapped his arms around that beautiful bronze-skinned torso, and the two of them drifted off to sleep together.

In a deluxe suite on the top floor, Johannis and Miguel lay snuggled up against each other. One might think they’d be tired out after the frantic activity of their wedding day, but they weren’t too tired to relax themselves properly. Johannis had given Miguel a signature ferocious fucking, dropping two big loads inside his hole before slowly, regretfully, pulling out. Now, as they cuddled, Johannis had a pensive look on his face.

“What is it, mi amor?” Miguel asked him.

“Just thinking. In many societies, it was traditional to ensure that the bride was a virgin before the wedding so that the groom took her virginity.”

Miguel chuckled. “We a pair of virgins?”

“Well… nooo, but….”

“But what?”

Johannis kissed him and then looked right into his eyes, as he fastened his hand once again onto Miguel’s semi-hard cock.

“Miguel, you’ve never fucked me. I’d love for tonight to be your first time to eat my hole and to cum inside my ass.”

As he said those words, Johannis felt Miguel’s cock swiftly harden right back up to full erection. No more words were needed. He rolled onto his back, lifting his legs up to give Miguel access to his butt and his hole.

There was no question that Miguel wanted to do it, but he looked a little scared. “I no fuck a guy before. Always they fuck me.”

“That’s okay – I’ll tell you what to do.”

Johannis was rock-hard again himself at the thought of feeling his love, Miguel, sliding and cumming inside him, and knowing that this would be his first ass breeding.

“Just start eating my hole. You know what I do to you. Do the same.”

Miguel was certainly an eager student. In no time, he had Johannis twisting and moaning all over the place as he slurped away at the big guy’s ass, sucking on his hole and thrusting into it with his tongue. After a few minutes, he added a finger. It became obvious that he really had been paying attention whenever he and Johannis had sex before, because he started twisting the finger around in the hole. Almost by accident, he bumped into the prostate and Johannis let out a sudden loud “Oh, fuck!”

“Is good?”

“Far more than just good, my love. Keep doing that.”

Miguel glanced up as he fingered the hole, and saw a long, clear stream of nectar dropping slowly from Johannis’ erect cock and pooling on his belly. Without even thinking, he slid up and began licking up the fluid, then took that beautiful cock in his mouth to clean it all up.

Johannis groaned aloud. “I can’t take much of that without cumming. I’m ready. Use it to lube up your cock, and then slide it inside me.”

Following directions to the letter, and adding a couple of spits for good measure, Miguel placed his painfully hard cock against Johannis’ tight hole and pushed. In a few seconds the opening stretched wide, and he slid inside, gasping at the incredible sensation of a tight ass gripping and stroking his cock.

“How does it feel, Miguel.”

“Amazing. So tight, so hot. I never felt this before.”

“Just wait, it gets better. Now, fuck me!”

Miguel began sliding in and out of the muscular ass under him, and Johannis reached up and pulled him down so they could make out while he was fucking his first ass. After only a minute or so, Miguel’s breathing began to get ragged and Johannis knew what that meant. But he also knew that he didn’t want this special joy to stop too soon.

“Whoa! Steady, take it easy. It’s not a race. You’ll learn how to hold it off. For now, take it out and I’ll roll over.” When he’d done that, he added, “Lie down on top of me and slide your cock up and down in my crack.”

He reached back and up and grasped Miguel’s slender hips so he could control the pace at which Miguel slid back and forth, keeping it nice and slow. Then Johannis reached down, grasped Miguel’s cock, and planted it against his hole once more.

Miguel slid back in and began to thrust again. Within only a minute or so, he again began snatching at mouthfuls of air – and then cried out, “I no wait – going to cum now!”

Johannis pushed his ass up, letting Miguel get even deeper, and roared, “Yeah, go for it. Slam fuck me and fill me up. Cum in my ass!”

Miguel began rapidly jack-hammering Johannis and then slammed his cock in hard. Johannis could feel the shaft pulsing in his hole, so he squeezed on it in time with the pulses. Miguel started giving him sharp little jabs with his cock to force the cum as far inside as possible. After a minute, his orgasm finally ebbed and died away, but Miguel didn’t pull out. He knew that it was perfectly possible to keep fucking and cum again – Johannis had done it to him often enough. In moments he was pounding into the blond Viking’s hole, working up to a ferocious tempo and slapping his balls against the taint with every stroke. It took only a couple of minutes before he erupted, spraying a second big load into Johannis. Finally he calmed down, and his cock softened and slid out of his man.

Johannis rolled over, with a broad smile spreading across his face, and pulled Miguel down into his arms. “That was incredible. Well done, husband.” Miguel smiled too, and they kissed each other for a while longer until sleep finally took command.

“Buenas noches, mi esposo,” Miguel murmured sleepily, drifting off into slumber as Johannis gently kissed him one last time, and then pulled the duvet up over them and followed his lead.

Sunrise came early, but wakefulness came later. It was somewhere past 8:00 when Daniel slowly stirred and opened his eyes. What followed was a real moment of déjà vu for Daniel. He looked to the side and got a sudden jolt of memory on seeing the sleeping figure of Laszlo, still cuddled up against him. He thought of waking Laszlo up but decided against it. Instead, he eased his way out of bed and began setting up the coffee maker. Just as he was pouring the water into the top of the machine, he felt two hands slide around his waist and a head nestled down against the backs of his shoulders.

“Leave that alone and come back to bed. The coffee can wait a bit – can’t it?”

As Laszlo said that, Daniel felt something rigid prodding at the crack of his ass.

“Oh, so that’s what you’ve got in mind, is it?”

“Fair’s fair. You helped yourself to mine at top speed and then passed out without even giving me a chance to return the favour.”

“I can hear you pouting. Don’t do it. You can never improve your looks by pouting.”

“I know I can improve my looks by having my way with you. Come on back to bed.”

Daniel sighed, then chuckled, and then turned around and let himself be drawn back to the tangle of sheets and pillows. Laszlo nudged him around until his back was to the bed. Daniel was half expecting a shove to send him flying onto his back, but Laszlo had something more subtle in mind. He began kissing Daniel, steadily increasing the urgency and passion of the kisses, and as he did he was slowly easing Daniel down onto the bed, and then onto his back.

Laszlo was now lying on top of Daniel, stroking his body with smooth caresses as they made out for some minutes. By now both of them were rock hard, but Laszlo was not in a hurry. He had another agenda. Sliding and kissing his way down Daniel’s body, he enveloped the Hawaiian Nine in his mouth for a couple of minutes, and then released it, sliding his busy tongue and lips down under Daniel’s balls and down the taint towards his crack. As he went, Daniel instinctively lifted his legs into the air, without any conscious thought. Laszlo’s tongue snaked into his crack, seeking the hole and prodding into it. It took a few more minutes of slow but steady tongue work, but at last Daniel’s hole was opened and twitching.

“Pull yourself up onto the bed.”

Daniel slid obediently back until his head landed on the pillow, and then pulled his legs all the way over until they were resting on his shoulders. Laszlo got up on his knees, placed the wet head of his cock against Daniel’s hole and pressed inwards. Daniel opened right up and yielded to Laszlo, and he took in the entire cock as it entered him in one slow slide.

Laszlo fitted himself in between Daniel’s muscular thighs, lying right down on top of his body, and caressed Daniel with his hands as he began a slow, gentle fucking motion. His cock was sliding all the way home, and pulling right out until only the tip was grasped by Daniel’s hole, then sliding in again.

“Slow motion fucking?” Daniel asked, in a slightly ironic tone.

“I’m in no hurry. Are you?” With that, he varied the angle and his next thrust brushed against Daniel’s gland. Daniel  emitted a sound that was half moan, half sigh. “I’ll take that as a no.” And Laszlo resumed his slow, easy motion, varying the angle and depth, but never speeding up. It gave him plenty of spare energy to use in stroking Daniel, in toying with his nipples, and in  covering his mouth with a nonstop stream of gentle kisses.

As unusual and unexpected as this kind of sex was, it was having an effect. Daniel slowly drifted into a deep erotic trance, his mind disconnecting from the outside world as his sensory input narrowed down to Laszlo and Laszlo’s cock. Without any conscious thought, he put his hands up and began to caress Laszlo’s body, then wrapped his legs around Laszlo’s back to pull him closer.

Laszlo sighed deeply as he felt Daniel beginning to respond in the same fashion. He’d so much wanted to find a way to tell the boss how he was feeling, and he’d figured that making love to this man he loved and wanted so badly was the way to go. And it was working. Daniel was moving into the same headspace – and responding in the same gentle, meaningful way.

It moved Laszlo deeply to see the brisk, ironic, distanced Daniel of everyday life slowly vanish before his eyes. Here instead was a Daniel he’d never seen before, a vulnerable man, open to his partner, free to express all kinds of emotions and feelings that he dared not set free in the sight of the wider world. And Laszlo continued working his cock gently in Daniel’s ass, making love to this man who had given him so much and meant so much to him.

At last, though, the inevitable could be postponed no longer. Laszlo whispered in Daniel’s ear, “Are you ready to take my load?”

As if in a trance, Daniel as softly replied, “Yes… yes… give it all to me… cum inside me.”

Laszlo broke his rhythm just long enough to give six or seven rapid thrusts, and to stop dead as his cock erupted and convulsed inside Daniel’s body. As the convulsions died away, he resumed his gentle kissing, and Daniel responded in kind. At last, his cock softened and slowly slipped out of the hole. Laszlo watched as Daniel slowly emerged or wakened from his tranced state. The look he turned on Laszlo was wide-eyed, amazed, unlike any expression he’d ever seen on Daniel’s face before.

“Holy hell, what did you just do to me?”

“The same thing you just did to me. We were using sex as a means to an end, not just as an end in itself. That’s what it’s like when you’re making love, not just fucking.”

Daniel laid there, puzzling over and absorbing the amazing experience. Laszlo lay beside him, gently stroking and caressing his body.

At last, Laszlo spoke again. “Ready to move to the next stage?”

“What’s that?”

“Coffee, of course.”

Suddenly, Daniel shook himself with a laugh, jumped off the bed, and set the coffeemaker going.

 

 

[BootyBlack415]

You have a way with words my friend. I really enjoyed your story.