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PORSCHE
“Is everyone ready!?” The director shouts out.
Cameras on them for the scene that they had to play out. Porsche is so nervous, his palms are sweating profusely and won’t stop. Even after he wipes them on his boxer clad body several times. Breath hitching when he sees his “Partner to be” enter the room. He’s beautiful
He didn’t even think it’d get to this point in life. Needing money so bad that doing an actual sex film would be better than running from debt collectors. But here he is, under brights lights that we’re giving him a headache and shaking from head To toe.
The director had told him that Kinn was a vet and that he would “take good care of him” what ever that meant. He’s never been with a man, sexually? Just a few kisses here and there so this was a big deal for him.
“He won’t do anything that you don’t want” the director, Mr. Paracharin had told him with a soft and safe smile. He was an older man in his late 40’s that seemed to smile a lot. If the lines on his face were any indication.
He seemed…sincere. Unlike other bastards that told him lies with smiles and promises, only for a catch 22 to take place after he had fulfilled the promise that THEY had sold HIM on. They came to him. Never the other way around!
Such is life Porsche thought sagging his shoulders at the realization. That’s how he got here in the first place. The guy had taken one look at Porsche - and he should’ve noticed that look. The look of hunger and sex - and promised him money for his fight against someone. Only for him to be ‘sold’ here.
Paracharin had made him feel safe. But he had no choice but to agree. Before he could blink. The director was next to him with adoration in his eyes and a small smile. Hands on his shoulders he said “You will do great Porsche, he will take good care of you”
Again with the “He will take care of you” bit. Porsche was always confused on why he kept saying that but, just nodded his head anyways.
With that, he looked at the man who was built to high heavens and only clad in boxers like himself, he seemed much more comfortable as he watched him talk to the co-director. Hands on his hips -such a slender waist he thought- paying attention closely to what the small woman was saying as if hanging on to her every word. Brows furrowed in concentration.
He couldn’t believe that this man had personally wanted to do a film with a one time rookie. Because that’s all this was going to be, one time. Why? As he leaned His head to the side, wandering off in his mind for the answer, he didn’t notice Kinn walk up to him and just stand their with a small smile on his face. Patiently waiting.
When Porsche found no answer, he shouldered his head and rolled his eyes. He’ll never get that answer. But it Matters not. Only one time anyways. When he looked up he jerked in surprise. “Kinn!” he squeaks out loud and puts his hand to his chest. With a small laugh, Kinn holds out his hand and greets him “Hello, Porsche” the way his name sounds on his lips did something to Porsche, something he didn’t want to acknowledge right now with a hand to him.
“Can’t say that I’m not ecstatic that you’ve accepted my being with you” Kinn says while Porsche finds movement enough in his hands to give it a firm shake. Smile getting wider as their hands connect. Kinn doesn’t let go and just smiles. He leans their hands down together and steps closer, twining their fingers together while wiping his thumb over Porsches knuckles and Porsche shudders. Completely forgetting what he had said. Jarring his mind again, he finds not only Kinns words, but his own in replies.
“I didn’t know anyone like you would want someone who’s THIS inexperienced. Thank you for taking me on” looking down at their joined hands. He takes a deep breath and Troyes to control himself. Kinn doesn’t play coy, nor does he let go of his hand and the rubbing continues.
“The pleasure will always be mine Porsche” Porsche sees a look in the man eyes and doesn’t know how to feel. When he blinks, it’s gone.
“I’ll take care of you” Kinn says in an almost whisper. His eyes rounding out and his head tilting down to look Porsche in the eyes
There goes the phrase again. But why does he get the feeling that Kinn means what he says?
“I hope so” Porsche says whispering as well with a hopefully sad look in his eyes that softens Kinns eyes again.
“Trust me” And with that, they are asked by the director to center themselves in the center of the bed. An Alaskan king size bed at that.
‘Where did that come from?’ Porsches thinks to himself. And why isn’t it one of those twin sized rickety bed that everyone else in porn uses?
Too Caught up in his own thoughts, he finally takes in the room and takes a little gasp, holding Kinns hand a little tighter while walking. The room is nothing short of a vacationers dream. The windows look real with a moving lake as the backdrop and sounds of quiet birds and trees filling the entire side of the room. The bed is pristine with forest green and cream satin sheets to match the outside. The small sounds out the moving water picture makes him feel relaxed. There is a cream sofa on the side and a green plush carpet in front of the bed where they were standing. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Smiling at the looks…his favorite place is to go to a cabin for a vacation, or just live out the rest of his days in a beauty like this- wait! Where did everyone else go? He thinks as he take in the only two people, instead of the twelve people that were in the room only moments ago. There is only Mr. Paracharin and the co-director. Didn’t they need angles and many people?
“Are you okay Porsche” The hand that tightened on his brought him back. Looking up, he finds Kinn smiling so brightly that he finds himself smiling again and shakes a little.
“yea! This place is a Dream” with a laugh Kinn says “I knew you would like it” with a tilt of his head, Porsche wonders what he meant by that but soon let’s it go as the director comes over to them.
“Ok, so this will seem like a middle part to a scene. No fake plays to lead up and no warm up needed” he looks at Porsche with the last sentence and winks with a smile. Porsche blushes because he was “prepped” before this and it took him time to get used to his own fingers inside his own ass. He tried the best he could with the very expensive lube given to him. Why did it look so expensive? He thought but he gave up. Looking at everyone and everything but Kinn he says shyly
“yea, prepped” turning back to Kinn the director says “Do what you do best Kinn. This’ll be a hit, I just know it”
With a laugh that had Porsches head snap up, mouth drop open and look in awe. Kinn holds on to Porsches and smoothes his hand it up to his elbow and wraps it around his waist. “I’ll do the best I can Paracharin”
With another wink casted at Kinn and another laugh, the director walks back to where the camera and lights are and says
“do take care after this my money maker, I’ll miss you” turning his head back to Kinn now he tilts his head. ‘Where is he going?’ Kinn looks directly at him and Porsche only just now realizes that they’re a hairs breath away from touching noses.
Eyes growing wide from the closeness he either didn’t feel happened or gravitated toward without knowledge. A hand that he didn’t remember being there directed him towards the bed and Porsche Sat. Looking up at the man with wide eyes. He was always told his eyes were so small and dainty but they felt big right now.
Now with his hands free. Kinn reaches to Porsches face and caresses it softly yet firmly. Ending to the side of his neck and says “let’s make history Sweetie”
The small gasp that Porsche makes, makes Kinn smile and he lets go of his face to lean down and hook his thumbs on the waist band on Porsches hips that holds his boxers. Porsche is so enamored with Kinns face that he doesn’t even notice he’s lifted his hips to accommodate him.
He realizes that when Kinn leans down more, swipes his shorts off with a move and effective move and says
“There you go, all ready for me” looking down at him. Porsche follows his eyes and quickly covers his growing boner. Face aflame with embarrassment. What the hell was going on with him? Now Kinn is tilting his head to the side. He reminds him of a Samoyed when he did that. Skin milky white and he can just picture him as fluffy as they are because his body is so much bigger than Porsches, but they are almost the same height and weight. But he seems so much bigger.
With that porsche chuckles and keeps looking. Smiling back at him Kinn asks “what are you thinking?”
“Nothing!” Porsche says in a hurry but is still smiling and laughing a little.
“Ok, then can you help me with my boxer’s Porsche?” Kinn says holding his arms out in waiting. Porsches laughter fades and he looks down at the man’s boxers. ‘Right! Porn, he was doing that and they were helping each other out right?!’
“Uhhh…” Porsche says as his face heats up again and slowly, hesitantly and cautiously reaches to and fro Kinns body. Could he do it?
“It’s okay Porsche, I can do it, if you’re not comfortable yet. I don’t want to force you, it’s okay” Porsche quickly covers his hands on either side of Kinns waist where he has his thumbs hooked around his own boxers. He doesn’t look at him eye to eye but, says “I can do it- no I would like to do it”
Because something akin to sadness but understanding crosses Kinns face and he has been nothing but nice to Porsche since meeting him. He doesn’t want to let him down. Plus, this gives them a little bit of free time to get comfortable with each other before everything takes place.
“I would like to do it” it says again with a firm nod and his hand gently shooing Kinns away. As he gently takes off Kinns boxers and folds them neatly in a place on the rug. Careful not to mess them up. Kinn chuckles and says
“We have to let people think we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves and that this was rushed” grabbing the folded boxers, he tosses them down again in a heap in the same place.
“I’m sorry, I forgot about that” Porsche says in a hazy state. Thinking about how much times he’s picked up after his little brother, folding and placing his clothes gently somewhere.
“Hey, it’s ok, old habits are hard to break” offering Porsche a smile he couldn’t help but to smile back. With a chuckle he adds “Old habits and a growing boy” a smooth hand caressing his face made Porsche take a deep breath and lean into it. Closing his eyes, he just…felt. And he felt safe.
“Ok you guys!” The director calls out, effectively breaking the moment and his eye contact from Kinns. But Porsche wasn’t mad at all. In turn, he felt damn good…and ready.
“We will start in a couple of minutes. Kinn I need you in the center of the bed, feet planted firmly down. Legs open and palms planted on the bed as well. Porsche.” He said walking over to him. “I need you to climb over in between the V of his body and place your knees on either side of his waist” with a small rub to his shoulder, the director looks a little concerned for him “Can you do you that for me son?” Only just now realizing that they’re both naked Porsche takes a deep breath with his eyes closed. Opens them and pushes out a smile and his chest and says proudly.
“I can” he doesn’t know where his shyness went or his shame but with Kinn, everything felt easy. Plus, this was the outfit he was born in…none. He’s proud of his body. And even elated when he climbs onto a ready Kinn. Holding on to his shoulders for balance, Porsche throws his leg over the man and makes small adjustments to sit firmly against the man and his solid member, already hard and ready for him to take advantage of. His is too so he catches his breath as the heads of their cocks rub together. Looking at Kinn, Porsche can see nothing but him. With a smile he moves his hand to the nape of the man’s nape…he starts moving and doesn’t even hear when Mr. Paracharin says
“ACTION!”