The Porn King and I

Greg Herren

He is beautiful.

He is everything I want in a lover.

Thick, curly black hair.

Blue eyes.

Muscles rippling under tan skin.

A hard, round, beautiful ass.

The cock of Apollo.

I first saw him in a poster in the adult book store on Decatur Street. The poster was black with just a picture of him, hands on hips, wearing a jockstrap. His face was smiling, a warm, inviting smile that would melt anyone’s heart and stir their groin. His tanned skin gleamed. The bottom of the poster said, in red capital letters: CODY DALLAS IN THE SEX SENSE. I stared for a few frozen moments, glancing from that pretty face down the neck to the beautifully shaped chest, smooth and silky, down the abs that looked carved of stone, to the top of the jock. His hard-on was unmistakable beneath the white cloth. I walked over to the counter. “Do you have that film?” I pointed over my shoulder with my thumb.

The counter boy was just that: a boy. He didn’t look old enough to be working in a sex shop. Hell, he didn’t look old enough to have hair on his balls. Bleached blond hair standing up spikily over black roots. A straggle of hair on his chin that was supposed to be a goatee. He weighed maybe 130 pounds. His baggy jeans hung off his hips, a black Marilyn Manson T-shirt hung off his narrow shoulders. Pierced nose and eyebrow. Tattoos on both arms. He grinned at me. Braces.

“Yeah. Only $59.95, or did you want to rent?”

“I’ll buy.”

I walked to my apartment on Chartres Street. Opened the door. Switched on the television with the remote. Opened the box and popped the video in. Hit Play as I pulled off my shirt, kicked off shoes, stripped naked. Reached underneath the couch for the fresh bottle of poppers and the lube. Fast forwarded through the opening credits. First scene.

It’s him. He is wearing Daisy Dukes and work boots. No shirt. The sun glistens on the muscles in his back. He is trimming a bush with garden clippers. Every movement he makes causes muscles to ripple. Someone is watching from the house. Behind the curtains a face appears. Cut away to from behind the curtains. He looks beautiful, oh so beautiful. And blond. Camera pulls back. The man at the window is naked. Thinner. Not as muscled as Cody. Lean, wiry muscle.

Cody looks up at the window and smiles. The man in the window beckons. Cody puts the clippers down and walks to the door. It opens.

I open the bottle of poppers. My eyes are glued to the screen. I lift it up to my right nostril. I close off the left and start inhaling. Deeply. The scent fills my nose, my sinuses, my lungs. I shift it to the other nostril. Inhale.

My cock starts to stir as they kiss. Tongue. Arms going around each other. Cody grabs the man’s ass with both hands and pulls him closer. Crotches grinding. The blond man has a hard-on. He is massaging Cody’s ass. The poppers start to hit. My cock springs to attention. I start to play with my right nipple, pulling on it, pinching it. It feels good. Cody moves down and starts tonguing the guy’s nipple.

“Oh, yeah,” I say.

The blond moans.

Cody moves down. His tongue shoots out and licks the tip of the blond’s cock. It’s a big one. It’s pink. He starts licking it. Cut to the blond’s face. Eyes closed. Moaning. Yeah baby, suck that dick, suck it good.

I take another whiff.

The blond’s big dick disappears. Cody is working it good. My balls ache. I want to touch my cock but don’t. The blond keeps moaning. Yeah, yeah, suck it man, that’s it, that’s the way.

I can feel Cody’s warm mouth on mine.

His tongue is velvety.

“Yeah,” I say. “Suck that cock right.”

Cody is undoing his shorts. The camera angle shifts to behind him. The blond is hairless and pale. Cody straightens up and the shorts drop. His bare ass is round, hard, firm. There is a thin white line that runs above each cheek and meets in a tiny triangle above his crack.

It is beautiful.

“Oh, man.”

I take another whiff.

My blood is pounding. I can hear my heartbeat as Cody stands up and turns around. His pubic hair is trimmed. His balls hang, round, heavy. His thick, swollen cock juts out. The blond sinks to his knees behind him. The camera moves to around behind the blond, who buries his face inside Cody’s ass.

Close up.

His tongue darts into the hole.

Cody moans. Eat my ass, baby, yeah, eat that ass right.

I can taste him. I can feel that hard ass on either side of my face. The blond reaches up and slaps a cheek. Hard. The crack of the slap is like a whip. Cody moans again. A red handprint appears on his left ass cheek.

My hand tingles.

“Come on,” I say. I can taste his ass. I run my tongue over my lips. He tastes so good, so clean.

Cody slips on a condom.

The blond turns around and bends over.

“Yeah, fuck me, Cody.”

I lie back on the couch. My legs go up in the air and apart. My cock is aching, begging me to touch it. I take another whiff. My body starts to tremble.

He enters.

The blond’s eyes close and he moans again. Fuck me with that cock, yeah, man, make me scream.

I can feel it, the swollen head forcing its way into my hole. My teeth start to chatter.

I reach for the lube and slowly pour a thin stream onto my cock.

Cody smacks the blond’s ass.

I jump.

“Fuck me, Cody, yeah, fuck me, make me your bitch.”

He’s in all the way.

It feels incredible. He is filling me up, moving so slowly that my breath comes in gasps. He is teasing me, teasing me with his cock, because he knows that I want it fast and deep and hard. I want him to tear me in half. I spread the lube with my fingers until my whole cock is wet.

The blond is moaning louder.

My moans rise to match his.

The camera cuts to behind. Cody’s hard ass is flexing and thrusting. It is beautiful. I stick my tongue out and taste him again, taste that sweet hole. I can smell its musty odor. I lift the poppers to my nose again.

Just breathe.

A side angle now. The blond is turning over and lying down on his back on the bed. Without missing a beat Cody slams into him again. His abs flex. The blond pulls on his dick. The blond’s body reverberates with each thrust.

I touch my cock. My whole body is trembling with need, the need to release my come, to let it go and spray.

The feel of his cock in me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“Fuck me, Cody, fuck me hard, c’mon.”

My hand moves faster.

The blond is alternating between cries and whimpers.

Cody keeps pounding away.

I feel it rising, the come boiling in my balls. My cock gets harder. I can feel it rising, moving up into my cock.

The blond screams, come showering over his chest.

Cody pulls back, stroking his cock.

It explodes out of me. My breath comes in stitches. I am panting, my body trembling as my cock fires shot after shot onto my chest, my stomach, my neck, my face.

My body shakes as I suck in air.

Cody moans as ropy strings of come squirt out of him, onto the blond’s chest and stomach.

I stare as Cody bends down to kiss him and rub their commingled juices into the blond’s skin.

I reach for a towel.

I wipe down my cock, which is still semihard.

I press Stop on the remote control.

I wipe off my torso and my face.

I pick up the video box and kiss Cody’s face.

So beautiful.

“I love you,” I whisper.

I turn off the television and lie back down on the couch. I can feel his arms around me as I drift off to sleep.

“I love you,” he whispers back in my ear. “I love you.”

I love you.