TAJ
I was having my body slathered with baby oil by a couple of production assistants when Leandra called. “Okay, everyone, places,” Jimi yelled. “Is that the ball buster you were telling me about?”
“No, it’s um, the set manager,” I lied, “but let me hit you up later. Don’t wait up. The way this shit show is going, it looks like I might be pulling another all-nighter.”
“It’s been three weeks now,” Leandra said.
“I know, baby. I promise after I wrap this project up, we will take a long vacation, just the two of us.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Oh, I know, but let me go. I think they’re ready for me.”
“I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Lying to Leandra every time she asked me about my business was like my having to pull off a layer of my skin every time I told a lie. The production assistants Lara and Rachel were making my dick hard as their hands grazed across my nipples putting on the oil—Lara, especially, who knew exactly what she was doing. She had been on my jock ever since I’d started doing porn.
“All right, ladies, that’s enough oil. Let’s get this show on the road,” Jimi said. I handed Montez, one of the new crew members, my phone, as Jimi ushered me onto the set. The movies were flying off the shelves in video stores and online sells doubled. Vance bought a new car, a black Maserati he had no problems showing off to the crew like he was some Hollywood movie star. Vance was straight up VIP wherever he went, but I thought he was cornier than my big toe, and fake. We were the highest-grossing porn actors in the business, but I knew the way Vance was headed with the drugs, drinking and partying every night, it would only be a matter of time before his golden boy image would start to tarnish. I was smart enough to know that nothing ever lasts. Being on top is cool, but staying there is the hard part. There’s always somebody waiting to pull you down off that pedestal. Vance was slowly spiraling out of control, and dudes like him always hit rock bottom sooner than later. Jimi came up with this idea to do a movie about two landscapers fucking. Morning Wood, he called it. I didn’t care what kind of movie he made. I stuck my dick in whoever he wanted, when he wanted as long as there was a fat check waiting for me after I came. I knew Leandra would never see the movies, considering she wasn’t big into porn. “My imagination is all the porn this woman needs,” she’d told me.
Jimi had been able to get permission to use his buddy Greg’s house in Crawfordville to make the film, but not before he paid him a fat chunk of money. The house was like this country mansion out in the woods with five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a fireplace, a kitchen, a steam room, a Jacuzzi and a pool in back.
“Damn, man, I didn’t know they built them this big in the sticks.”
“I know, it’s gorgeous, right? I come out here sometimes to get away from the craziness of the city from time to time. I like to relax and clear my head.”
“So I’m assuming that this is not the first film you’ve done here.”
“I’ve done five movies here. I made Jack-Off Buddies, Attack of the Twelve-Inch Dick, Muscle Lust, and The Sweetest Ass out here, and with the money I’ve paid Greg, I’ve practically helped him build this palace.”
The living room area, which was the size of a bowling rink, was littered with cameras, light stands, tripods and cables that ran like snakes along the floor. The crew was scurrying around like ants making sure that everything was operational. I laughed watching them all run around shoeless, which was one of the things OCD Greg had on his list of what not to do. He didn’t want anyone to scuff up his hardwood floors or to track dirt from outside on his fancy expensive carpeting, so all the crew people were walking around the house barefoot. Everybody’s got their thing, I guess.
Jimi wanted to get some shots in one of the guest rooms, which he had to fork out an extra four hundred stacks for, and Greg had to be on set at all times to keep watch over everyone to make sure they didn’t steal anything. If it was up to him, he would have the entire house covered in plastic.
“How do you put up with this guy?” I asked Jimi.
“Greg’s not so bad. He’s only like this when I want to make a movie here. You get enough drinks in him, he can be pretty chill.”
“I would have shoved his rules and this no-shoes shit so far up his ass, he’d be shitting shoestrings.”
Vance came out dressed in a white T-shirt and booger-green Dickies. He was oiled up and smeared with some kind of grease to give the impression he had been working outside in the heat all day. All I wore was a pair of blue, satin boxers. We started in the bedroom where Jimi and the cameraman, Kyle, stood.
“So the story begins where you’re asleep, and you’re woken up by the buzz of a leaf blower going outside of your window. Annoyed, you get up; look outside to find this hot, sweaty landscaper blowing leaves off your driveway. You walk downstairs and open the door to find shirtless Vance outside armed with his blower.”
Since making porn, I’ve become quite the exhibitionist. Before I was nervous about showing my ass and dick in front of people, but seeing as how I work with the same people three times a day, I’ve gotten used to it. I don’t give a fuck now who sees my dick. Cherri has two jobs these days. Pushing papers back at the office and making my dick hard. And if you can’t get it hard and keep it hard, Jimi is quick to replace you with someone else who doesn’t have that problem. Luckily for me, I don’t have a limp dick issue. “Time is money,” Jimi was always saying.
“I want you to lie on your back, Taj.” The crew adjusted the bed covers just so, exposing a sliver of pubic hair.
“Okay, good, that’s perfect. All right, positions everybody, let’s go.” The moment he yelled, “Action,” I was no longer Taj, but Dillon Douglas, a name I came up with myself after watching The Outsiders on Netflix a few nights earlier. When I told Jimi of my porn screen name, he loved it.
“I knew you would.”
Kyle was in position, holding the camera over me as I opened my eyes to the sound of the leaf blower. Kyle got a shot of my rock-hard dick pressing against the soft fabric of my boxers. I glanced out of the window to find golden boy Vance blowing fake leaves that had been peppered around the driveway for effect. Vance held the hose of the blower in front of his crotch as Jimi requested. He and Kyle followed me as I descended down the set of stairs. I turned the large, wide oak door open to find Vance glistening, shirtless from the baby oil. His bulge tented his booger-green Dickies, thanks to a dick ring he wore around his balls to stay hard. Maybe if he didn’t snort so much fucking coke, he wouldn’t need to wear one.
“Taj, caress your chest,” Jimi demanded. I slowly moved my hands along my chest, tweaking my greased nipples. “That’s good, exactly like that.” Vance shut off the blower when he was directed to look in my direction at me standing half-nakedly in the door.
Vance and I began making out. Kissing a man seemed like something I never thought I could bring myself to do, but I reminded myself that it’s a part of the job. As we kissed, I could taste the cherry-flavored Altoid on his breath. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, something he knows I can’t stand. Not from a man anyway. “It needs to look as real as possible,” Jimi was always saying, but ain’t nobody tell Vance to stick his nasty-ass tongue in my mouth, however, it was all good. I got through it by pretending I was kissing Leandra. I was becoming damn good and faking it, which is what this business is about most of the time.
“Keep rolling,” Jimi said. I took Vance by the hand and led him to the sectional in Greg’s living room. My dick was still hard as I thought of eating Leandra’s pussy, her thick, juicy lips around my dick. I sat slouched on the sofa as Vance positioned himself between my legs. He reached into the open slit of my boxers, and slowly tugged out my dick. Vance wasted no time and started sucking the head, cradling it with his tongue. With each suck, he slid down lower, devouring inch after brick-hard inch, taking my shit to the balls as he glanced up at me all wide-eyed with his mouth stuffed with my meat.
Vance hooked his fingers over the waistband of my boxers and eased them down over my ass until my spit-soaked dick popped from the satin fabric like a Jack from its box. Vance knew his way around a dick, how to apply the right amount of pressure. I moaned as he suckled the head, the most sensitive part of my dick.
I tried to keep my mind on Leandra, but Vance was making a brother forget what he had at home. I liked how slow he was sucking me, how he took my shit to the back of his throat and then come up to the tip, hugging my dick tip with those talented, cherry-red lips. Kyle was all up in the action, catching every position, every moan, making sure he didn’t get in the way. Vance knew he had me exactly where he wanted, and was hell-bent on getting this nut. I was told that gay men can suck dick better than women, but I didn’t believe it until now. Damn, get this dick, boy. Throat that shit.
“Cut!” When Jimi yelled, “cut,” it shook me out of the moment. Fuck he hollered cut for? We could have kept going.
My dick popped out of Vance’s mouth as he got up off his knees. Lara threw a white robe over him like he was James Brown, and ushered him off to one of the bathrooms while another production assistant handed me a hand towel to wipe Vance’s spit off my dick.
“Let’s get set up for the anal scene.” I secretly didn’t want Vance to stop sucking my dick. “Are you okay?” Jimi asked.
“What? Yeah, I’m good. Can I get some water or something?” I asked as I dabbed my dick dry with tissues.
“Can we get Taj a bottle water over here!”
Lara came over and applied more oil. “Not too much this time. Where’s Vance?”
“He’s in the bathroom douching for the anal scene.”
“Good. Lara, give us a minute.”
“I’ll go check on Vance.”
“This is going to be one of my best films ever,” Jimi said, but he said that about all the porn movies he made. “This fucking film is going to put me on the map in the industry.”
“You mean us, right?”
“What?”
“Us, yeah, that’s what I mean.”
“Yeah, sure.” Greg started fussing like a little bitch again. “Make sure there’s something on the sofa before you start shooting. I don’t want it smelling like ass.”
“Greg, relax. I got it taken care of. Go have a doughnut or something.”
“Vance, baby, are you ready?”
“We’re doing hands and knees and on my back, right?” he asked Jimi, as he gawked at me with a sinister grin.
“Yeah, we’re going to get some shots of you on your hands and knees first and then some of you getting fucked on your back.”
“That works.”
“Taj, are you good with that?” Jimi asked.
“Rubbers only. I don’t do none of that bareback shit.”
“Absolutely, of course.”
Vance looked as if he wasn’t too happy when I said I wanted to use protection, but I didn’t give a fuck. I did it for two reasons. I don’t want to get any STDs and I don’t want to get shit on my dick. I didn’t care how long or how many times that power bottom washed his asshole out.
“Okay, places, everybody!” Jimi yelled.
Vance went over to the sectional, took off his robe and handed it to Lara.
“Taj, do you need Cherri to take care of you or are you good? I don’t want any limp noodles on my set.”
Jimi tried my ass then. Just because I needed someone that one time to get my dick hard.
“Man, whatever, let’s do this shit.”
“Here’s a rubber,” Jimi said, as he slapped the rubber in my hand.
I tore open the cellophane with my teeth, took out the rubber and rolled it slowly onto my dick, making sure there was room at the tip to capture my cum. Vance took his position at one end of Greg’s sectional with his oiled bubble butt sticking up in the air looking as if he was down for whatever. I took my place behind him. I could tell that his asshole had been stretched, which was not a surprise, considering that he told me that’s he’s done well over thirty movies. So imagine how many times he’s been dicked on film, not including what he does when a camera isn’t rolling. I can’t see myself doing this shit in ten years, not the acting part of it anyway. I’ve thought about making porn films. I mean, how hard can it be? All you do is point the camera on someone’s ass and shoot. I damn sho’ wouldn’t make gay porn films. Jimi says that his next film will be a straight one. Kyle told me that you make a shitload more money playing gay in a porn movie than playing straight, but I don’t know if I believe that.
“Okay, are we ready?” Jimi asked.
Kyle stood with the camera up to his face, ready to shoot the moment Jimi yelled, “Action.” Kyle was one of the most reliable cameramen Jimi had on his crew, if not the biggest kiss ass in the history of ass kissers. Jimi was always sending him off to go fetch something. If Jimi told him to lick the dog shit off his shoes, he would drop to his knees and do it. I suspected it wouldn’t be long before Kyle would be making his own films someday at the rate he was going. He was always begging Jimi to give him a shot, but the only shots Jimi wanted him to have were of my dick going up Vance’s ass.
“Okay, cameraman rolling, and action.”
Kyle was hovered over Vance’s ass as I grazed his slick-ass crack with the meaty tip of my latex-covered dick.
“Make sure you get in real close,” Jimi told Kyle. I slipped the head of my dick up Vance’s ass easily, which was much looser than pussy. Again, not a surprise. I teased his ass by sliding in to the head and then pulled out, then pushed in hard and deep, inch after black inch sinking into Vance’s ass.
“Fuck me,” he said. “Break that dick off in me.” The dirty words that tumbled from his effeminate lips were turning me on. I fucked hard, but slow knowing that Jimi needed it to last until the final scene. Kyle positioned himself under my legs to get a shot of my balls slapping against Vance’s ass. I gripped Vance’s hips, pulling his ass onto my dick as I hit it from the back. We both began to work up a sweat as I pillaged Vance’s hole. Vance moaned when I smacked his ass. Jimi didn’t object, but secretly gave me the thumbs-up to keep it going. “Whose ass is this?”
“Yours,” Vance answered, with a bitchy whimper.
“Whose ass is it?”
“Yours!” he shouted.
“Damn right.”
Jimi gave us the signal to switch positions. Vance eased onto his back with his legs high in the air as Kyle stood over us to get a shot of my dick sliding inside Vance’s booty, playing with his dick as I fucked him balls deep. I gave Jimi the signal that I was close to coming.
“Okay, cut!” he shouted. I gently pulled my dick out of Vance’s ass, careful not to come in the rubber as I eased out of him.
“Three-minute break, people, before we get the money shot.”
Lara rushed over with our robes. “Why don’t you go freshen up a little while we get everything ready for the money shot?”
I went to one of the bathrooms upstairs and worked the rubber off the shaft of my dick. A reverberated slap echoed when I tugged it off the mushroom head of my piece. I wrapped it in tissue paper, threw it in the toilet and flushed. I soaped my palms up until I worked up a thick white lather to clean my dick free of lubricant from the latex.
“Taj, are you ready?” I heard Jimi yell.
I rushed back downstairs to the living room of crew, cameras and assorted colors of cable wire that ran across the floor.
“Okay, we’re going back to the first scene where you’re sitting on the sofa getting head from Vance. Except this time, I want you to be expressive, talk dirty to him more: ‘Suck that big black dick,’ ‘go down on that dick,’ or whatever you want to say.”
“Not a problem.”
“How are you feeling about the anal scenes we shot?”
“I would have to see in editing, but I think Kyle got some good shots.”
“I saw the playbacks. It’s some pretty good stuff.”
“I would hope so being that he was all up under my legs with the camera on my nuts.”
“That’s show business, baby.”
Vance and I took our positions back on the sofa with him parked between my legs.
The minute Jimi yelled, “Action,” Vance went at my dick, taking the fat head past his cherry-red wet lips, staring up at me with a lustful gaze as he gagged on my dick.
“Suck that dick, slut,” I said as I looked into a set of watery, red eyes.
I placed my hand behind Vance’s head, slowly pushing him down on my ten-incher.
“Take that black dick.” I could feel the tip-tap against his tonsils; soft, black wires of pubes tickled his nose.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I said. Kyle got in to make sure he got the shot of me popping my load. Vance sucked hard, speeding up his blow job tempo, tightening those pretty lips around the shaft.
“Shit, I’m about to . . .”
When Vance eased off, a web of spit hung like a hammock from his bottom lip to the tip of my dick. He jacked me off until I shot thick streams of cum across his face and chest.
“Cut! Holy fuck, that was perfect,” Jimi yelled enthusiastically. Lara handed Vance a towel to wipe my spunk off his face and chest. “Dude, I’ve done a lot of films, but that was one of the best cum shots I’ve seen on camera.”
“I guess I had a lot pent up.”
“You ain’t lying. It sure as hell looked like Vance enjoyed it.”
“Oh, no doubt. He’s wanted to taste my dick the moment he saw me walk into your office.” I took a tissue and wiped my dick dry of Vance’s spit. “So you’re done with me, right?”
“Yeah, I’m going to shoot the solo jack-off scene with Vance, but yeah, you’re done for today.”
“Better be, ’cuz you know I don’t do reshoots.”
“How do you feel about working with a new guy I have lined up for a new film idea I’ve been working on?”
“If the money is right, I’m down.”
“Well, here’s your cut, ten thousand, all cash.” Jimi handed me a sealed manila envelope.
“I’m in the planning stages of it right now, but I hope to start shooting in two weeks. It’s mostly vanilla, but I’m thinking about mixing in a little bondage.”
“Are we talking about whips and cuffs and shit?”
“Yeah, are you cool with that?”
“As long as it doesn’t get too crazy. This ain’t no snuff film, is it?”
“Hell no, nothing that fucked up. Here, you know what, let me get you a copy of the script. You can take a look at it and tell me what you think.”
This was a first for Jimi. “What is this about? You usually keep your scripts for new films under lock and key.”
“Well, you’re one of my top money-makers, so I want you to see what I have planned.”
I was psyched to read the new script Jimi had written. “Cool. How about I give you a call next week, let you know what I think.”
“Sounds good. I’ve hired two news guys I want you to meet. Demetri, this cute Italian twink from Miami, and the other guy, I think you know.”
“Who?”
“Montez,” Jimi shouted, as he waved him over. Jimi threw an arm around Montez’s shoulders. “This guy has a huge cock and I can’t wait to show it to the world.”
“Welcome aboard.”
“Oh man, this is an honor. I love your movies, Mr. Bowman.”
“Call me Taj, young buck.”
“How old are you, man?” I asked.
“Nineteen. I’ll be twenty in January.”
He was a few years younger than me, but judging from his baby face, this lil’ brother could have passed for twelve.
“All right, Montez, back to work.”
“They get younger and younger with you. I hope he has all of his shots.”
“I think I’m going to call him the blow job prince. He can suck the hell out of some dick, which you will soon find out.” I had no doubt that Montez had fallen victim to Jimi’s casting couch. “So read over the script and let me know what you think. Feel free to make notes if you want, add some suggestions.”
“I appreciate you letting me read it.”
“What are friends for?” Jimi said, as he gave me a stern slap on the back.
That night I drove home reeking of baby oil. Leandra was asleep on the sofa with an empty Popeyes box sitting on the coffee table. I switched off the TV and blanketed her with a fleece throw. I took a shower, letting the filth of the day wash away into the drain. I made a bologna sandwich, poured myself a glass of milk, sat at the kitchen table, and began reading Jimi’s script.
“Where in the hell did he learn how to write a script? Kindergarten?” I took a pencil from one of the kitchen drawers and began to make notes in the margins to improve it, making sure I didn’t step on Jimi’s ego-tripping toes in the process.