In For a Penny

By Dave MacMillan (Of Blessed Memory)

Published on Dec 23, 1999

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This story was first published in IN TOUCH #262, Feb 99, and is in CASTING COUCH CONFESSIONS, the anthology I edited for Companion Press. I hope you like it - it was a bit of fun to write.

***************************************************************************** In For A Penny ... by Dave MacMillan

"Find me a new Johan Paulik or Emil Kys," J. R. told me. "Better make it both of them. Global Entertainment needs that kind of appeal to gain more market share." I didn't like the way he was suddenly looking at me. "You need it to build your name as a director."

"What's wrong with cute American boys?" I asked the man sitting at his desk in the penthouse office overlooking the Pacific Ocean. "There's lots of them all over this country."

The owner of Global Entertainment glared at me as if I'd just shit on his white, three inch thick carpet. "Forget them. The market today wants boy-next-door with skin on his wienie." This was from the fifty year old man who'd made several small fortunes paying cut American boys to fuck and suck their way through Global's vids. Who had privately auditioned every guy Global ever put on the payroll like he had me - taking my butch, virgin, just out of film school ass in a slam dunk the day he interviewed me.

"You want to become a big director, Jeb, you find yourself someone to direct - more than one of them. Guys with real appeal like those European boys." He pushed himself out of his overstuffed chair and smiled at me. "You can do it, Jeb Stuart," he told me as he rounded his desk, his voice almost friendly, like a pit bull slobbering. "Pick up your ticket on your out. You leave tomorrow." He took my hand in his and shook it.

End of discussion. My employment was on the line too; that had been J. R.'s implied threat. The two vids I had directed the past year were near duds. The two I assisted on the year before were hardly better. The porn industry was changing and I'd better change with it.

I had asked for my meeting with J. R. because I could see that my future wasn't in the best of shape. I planned on suggesting that I go into the heartland to find some boy-next-door types for a really nice, down home-type fuckathon which I would, of course, direct. I never got the chance. Instead of being as corny as Kansas in August, I was being packed up and sent out to the minor leagues. To central Europe.

I gazed out on the old city across the river, one rested boy after sleeping through yesterday afternoon and last night once I got to this armpit of a town. I was in Prague, in the Czech Republic. It had been one long flight and I arrived in the middle of yesterday afternoon - dead-ass tired.

Well, never let it be said that old J. E. B. Stuart's namesake and great-great-great-grandnephew wasn't every bit as ingenious as Robert E. Lee's second in command. Only, this boy wasn't going to get himself killed like the old man did. I was going to be just as ingenious, and forget the stupidity that got Uncle Jeb ten times removed shot off his horse just before Gettysburg started.

I didn't speak Czech. But, then, J. R. thought everybody in the world spoke English. I knew better. I had the name and phone number of Prague University's gay student league before I left Global Entertainment with ticket in hand to go home and pack.

The first thing I did once I was in my hotel room was call the student league and ask for someone who could speak English. When I had some perky sounding girl on the phone, I told her I needed a gay English-speaker. I explained to her that it didn't matter what sex my homosexual translator was but that he/she would be involved in some pretty intimate sexual discussions with gay men. I also told her I'd pay fifty dollars to her organization if they helped me out. She promised to have someone for me the next morning. With that, I fell on the bed and was off to dreamland.

He called me at eight o'clock, just as I was waking up. His voice was young, yet deep. It was also guarded, which I picked up on even through the thick accent. We agreed to meet at ten on the bridge over the Charles River that led from my side of town into the old city. I decided to hoof it - wearing tight black chinos, a muscle shirt, and a jeans jacket. It was more than a little nippy but I was running late with getting on with the rest of my life.

Jan Tonkovic was standing in the center of the bridge's walkway as I approached. I saw the sandy - almost ash - blond hair first, worn short but with bangs that reached his eyebrows. As I drew closer, I could make out the angles that contoured his face. Closer still, I saw he was tall, at least six feet, and slim. Long legs too. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt and loose-fitting cords in early autumn. I figured him to have one ever more nice swimmer's build.

I knew I wanted to see more of him before I even reached him - preferably with a lot less clothes on. The guy was definitely boy-next-door material. He was looking at least as good as the surfer dudes I'd thought were the sum total of my type and I had to admit my tastes were already changing. Maybe J. R. did have it right after all. Thinking about it, I had to admit that he usually did.

"You are Jeb Stuart?" Jan asked as I came to a stop before him.

I grinned and stuck out my hand. "You must be Jan Tonkovic." He studied my hand between us for a long moment before taking it in his, giving it two perfunctory pumps, and letting it go. My cock twitched right on cue, I wanted Mr. Jan Tonkovic.

"We may talk over a coffee, Mr. Stuart?"

"Please, call me Jeb," I told him as I tried to read the guy. "And, yes, I'd like a cup of coffee."

"Will you want good coffee then, or the rubbish we have learnt to make for the tourists?"

"Whatever you'd like to drink," I answered and wondered what I was letting myself in for. The way he'd said "tourists", I didn't want him thinking of me as one. Not as much as I wanted in his pants, I didn't.

He led me down cobblestone streets that were narrower than New York City alleyways. Up and down the steep hills of the old city. Between three- and four-storied houses that were older than St. Augustine, Florida. "We go to a student cafe, yes?" he asked over his shoulder. I huffed and puffed, falling further behind him with each hill. I was suddenly realizing all that home Solaflex stuff I had in my apartment back in LA wasn't all that great for getting a guy into real shape.

He finally stopped before a building, looked back at me and laughed. "You Amerikanski are worst than even the Germans," he told me and waved for me to follow him as he dove down the steepest flight of stairs I'd ever seen.

"You'd better damned well be a great fuck," I gasped under my breath as I followed slowly after him into the bowels of the earth.

He hadn't even built up a sweat when I finally reached the bottom of the stairs and found him waiting for me at a door under an old converted gas lamp.

"Are you well, Jeb?" he asked solicitously as I neared him.

"Yeah," I gasped. "Why?" I looked at him sharply but he seemed genuinely concerned.

"You perspire like a man in heat." He smiled and all those bones at all those sharp angles just blended together like angels are supposed to look. "It is less than thirteen degrees."

I started to protest but realized he wasn't talking about lust but was operating on Celsius and probably meant it was around fifty-five in Fahrenheit. You're gonna find out what kind of shape I'm in, I thought at him, just as soon as I'm porking you. I decided then that I wasn't going to use any lubricant when I was shoving my prong into his ass the first time I got him. He was going to feel each of my eight inches push into his butt - good. He was going to feel me get even. Oh, yeah!

He found us a table - with four other people elbow to elbow with us. I silently fumed. We needed to talk business and here he was putting us down right in the middle of every young person in this damned city. A truly cute (to die for) boy came over and pulled bangs out of his face. There was some discussion and Jan looked over at me. "You are paying in dollars, yes?" I nodded. The discussion continued.

The boytoy left with our order and Jan said: "I have ordered us a good breakfast, Jeb. You will love it-"

I had instant visions of this boy I was lusting for imagining a wallet stretched wide in green paperbacks. "How much?" I demanded.

He studied me, his brows furrowing. "Less than six dollars American - give him four more dollars as gratuity and Jaroslav will suck your dick here at the table."

I gasped and glanced quickly at our companions. They didn't seem to have heard - at least, they were ignoring us.

Jan laughed. "Most Czechs do not speak English, Jeb. For so long, the two foreign languages the Ministry of Education recommended were Russian and German. I spoke all three well enough by my thirteenth year." I tried to imagine fluently speaking three of the hardest languages in the world and couldn't. "Now you will tell me what it is that you wish translated and how much you are willing to pay for the service."

For the next half hour we discussed my job and what I wanted him to do. For the next two hours we haggled about what I would pay. Jan Tonkovic was a young, smart, good-looking guy who had an idea of how much he was worth. I was a few years older and maybe not as smart, but I knew he lived in a backward part of the world and that counted for a lot. We settled on two American dollars an hour, paid daily - and unreported.

"And what does that include?" I asked.

"Being your translator, Jeb," he answered, looking at me in surprise. "While you recruit these men and, later, when you tell them what to do and how to do it."

"I'd like to get to know you better, Jan," I said, putting it out in the open and forgetting the others at our table.

"So that I can become one of your actors, Jeb?" He shook his head, his bangs falling over those grey eyes. "So that all of America can see me naked and making sex with any boy? That is not possible."

"You don't have to be in the movie. I just think you're a nice guy I'd like to get to know better." It was like I was working a straight boy towards my bed and the fun I was going to show him there.

His thin lips twisted slowly into a smile. He looked directly into my eyes as he covered my hand with his. "We shall see, Jeb."

I felt that I could have floated up to the ceiling at that moment if his hand wasn't holding me down. Not one of the thirty or so guys I'd porked over the past few years had gotten to me so fast. I figured Jan was going to be a really special fucktoy the next couple of months. I forgot all about how cute Jaroslav was.

The week that followed was a whirlwind of activity but I had ten of the cutest guys in the world signed up and getting me proof of their ages. Jaroslav from the restaurant was the first one I signed. I had photos of them butt-naked, spread-eagled, soft, and hard - hairy balls and ass. I even stopped being aware of the skin covering their cockheads by the end of the week. My dick was staying hard by the time I'd signed up the last one. And I had them exclusive too - if they appeared on anybody's TV screen in the next three years, I was going to get my share. J. R. was going to be pissed, but I'd learned a lot of things from him over the past two years.

I was hornier than a bull with a herd of heifers grazing in front of his pen. I'd been a week with nothing but solo relief. Jaroslav had managed to grope me, the other nine just made it plain one way or the other that they were available. All I needed to do was show interest. Right there in front of Jan Tonkovic.

I hadn't. I couldn't understand myself. I had ten cute boytoys waiting for me to feed them my tool and I was as deep into self-denial as a preacher at his own funeral. Hell! I'd hardly noticed any of those guys while they were in my room strutting their stuff for me. It was only after I wined and dined Jan like a breeder going for the score and he had left for the night that I would look at the day's photos and find out just how interesting they were.

Jan Tonkovic. He was all I could think about.

Him! The son of a bitch was a wooden Indian without the woody.

The guy just smiled at me when I suggested we go out. "I must study some time, Jeb. I study at night."

Yeah! Right! I wanted to study too. Him. His ass. How good it felt gripping my pole. How his lips tasted. How his nips felt on my tongue. How his body felt against mine.

"Jesus!" I growled as I shut the door of my room behind the last cute rump I'd put in my revue and turned back to face Jan. "You don't even get hard looking at all this beefcake, do you?"

"You wish to know if I think of sex, Jeb?" he asked softly, studying me as if he'd never thought of it before.

"Yeah. Didn't you want to get it on with any of the guys we've seen this week? Wouldn't you like to get into a fuck right now? To get your rocks off? You and me? I know I would."

He stared silently at me for a moment that I thought was going to go on forever. Those grey eyes blinked and a smile formed across his lips to move up his angled cheeks. "You want to make sex with me, Jeb?"

I grinned, sure of where things were heading now. "That'd sure do for starters." I took a step towards him and tried to imagine how good his ass was going to feel under me.

"Why did you not relieve yourself with them?" Jan nodded towards the door. "Any of them would have been good."

"I don't do three-ways."

"Three-ways?"

"You, me, and whoever. Besides, I want you alone. I've wanted you since I first saw you." I frowned and took another step. "I want more than just a quick fuck, Jan - now. I'd like us to team up while I'm here."

"Team up while you are here." He nodded. "I would be your Czech boyfriend, yes?"

"Yeah," I answered as I reached him. I raised my hand and spread it across his closest pec. My thumb and forefinger closed around his nipple.

He pursed his lips and nodded. "I will accept an American boyfriend to have sex with - while he is here." His hand touched my arm and he smiled. "Unless I find a lover before you leave."

I didn't like the way that sounded but I shrugged it off. I was close to getting what I'd wanted all week. My first piece of Czech ass. Jan's. Yeah.

Both of his hands moved to my back, pulling me to him. Then, our lips were pressed together and his tongue was negotiating with my teeth. I opened up. His hands moved down to grasp my butt and I ground my cheeks against them, caught up in finally having the man I wanted.

His fingers made their way between us, avoiding my hard meat, and deftly opened the button at the waist of my chinos. I threw my arms around his chest pulling us closer. Fingers from both of his hands gripped my waistband at the hips and pulled out, forcing the zipper down as I ground my hard cock against his.

I was past thinking. My balls rode my dick and enough pre-come was flowing through my piss-slit that my underwear was already wet. I couldn't get enough of Jan's mouth. And I wasn't about to break our contact now that I had it to unbutton his shirt. I pulled it from his trousers as his hands slid beneath my underwear and grabbed my cheeks hard.

He released them a moment later and moved his hands around my hips, forcing my chinos and underwear onto my thighs. "You want me, do you, Jeb?" he asked, breaking our kiss, when he found my boner.

"Yeah. Oh, yeah, I want you," I groaned as one hand dove for the front of his cords. The other hand held the hem of his shirt at his armpits because I was going tit-licking. I couldn't remember ever being so hungry for anybody as I was for Jan Tonkovic at that moment. Shit! He'd had nearly a week to grow on me and he was that fine.

I had his pants down to his knees before my tongue could reach his nipple. I caressed my cheek against his smooth, tight chest as my teeth sought out the rosy nubbin. My hands eased his old styled boxers over his butt as he gasped when I gently bit down on his tit.

I started down his chest with my lips and tongue, onto his taut belly, moving towards the heat I could feel rising under my chin. My fingers found the tight curls of his pubes as my tongue fucked his belly button. He groaned as my fingers started around the base of his meat. And couldn't find each other.

I halted my downward trek as awareness began to creep over me. I sat back on my haunches to look at him and take stock of his weapon.

The dick that faced me was huge. My fist moved out around the thick shaft, trying to find a place where my fingertips could meet. Stretched skin bunched over his helmet and made a lacy doily. The thing had to be at least nine inches. Jan Tonkovic was so fucking hung, I didn't know if I could even get past his cockhead to give him a good time before he was giving me one.

"We should get on the bed, perhaps?" Jan asked and I looked up past his belly, up past his muscled chest, into his grey eyes smiling down at me.

"Yeah, maybe we should," I allowed as I found myself swimming in those deep, lovely grey eyes - and forgot everything else.

His hands on my shoulders raised me. His thin lips touched mine as I stood before him. His tongue entered my mouth and we kissed as he guided us to my double bed. His leg settled between mine, spreading them as I sat on the bed and lay back with him following me down, our tongues still dueling.

I tried to roll him over but he stayed on top me, his hand moving down my left thigh to my knee. He raised my leg onto his butt and I knew what he wanted. I gasped, breaking away from his lips.

I stared up into his smiling eyes and was again lost in them. "Do you have those fine American condoms, Jeb?" he asked as he settled between my legs. Those that are already lubricated?" Holding my gaze with his, he sucked on his index finger and brought it down below my balls.

We were at that point. In for a penny, in for the whole enchilada. That's what I'd told every boy I'd plowed and what J. R. told me when I found out he didn't bottom at my job interview. In other words, it was a little late to back out now. His finger pressed against my assmuscle and I pushed down to open it for him. The smile that had been his eyes spread to become his face. Never taking my eyes off him, I reached over and began rummaging in my open suitcase beside the bed.

I found the large box of rubbers I'd packed back in LA and smiled up at him as I pulled one packet out for us.

"Put it on me, Jeb. I am going to give you sex that you have only dreamt of having."

I tore the foiled packet open faster than I had when I was about to get my first boy. Anticipation sizzled through me like a brushfire as I quickly rolled the latex over Jan's cockhead and onto his shaft. I wanted him in me. I wanted him fucking me. I wanted him to possess me. "Take it slow and easy, lover," I told him, "it's been a while." I raised my legs onto his shoulders as he situated himself.

His lips nibbled my earlobe as I felt him position himself against my back entrance. His tongue traced my jaw as I adjusted to him being there and my ass hiked in the air. His lips crushed mine as he lowered his groin towards mine and his tongue unfurled into my mouth when I opened it to protest.

I saw stars as the Washington Monument begin to shove into my asshole. Pain surged out of my guts over my whole body. I whimpered and lost my erection. I tried to tell myself it wouldn't last but my body wasn't believing it. His tongue played tiddlywinks with my tonsils.

My sphincter gave up at that moment and spread wide enough to let a train in. Jan fell into me and was halfway in before he slowed down his steamroller entrance. He broke his possession of my mouth and pushed himself up to look down at me. "Do I hurt you too much, Jeb?"

I saw only concern in his face as he studied me. I smiled back at him weakly. "It only hurts when I laugh," I joked.

His brows furrowed in question and I reached around my legs to grab his asscheeks. I pulled him to me until I felt his pubes tickling the insides of my thighs.

I began to grind against him in me. I felt his balls spreading across the top of my asscheeks and his bush scratching the bottom of my balls. "Get me hard, lover," I told him. "Jack me off while you fuck me." I gave him my best smile of approval when his fingers began to caress my soft meat. "Fuck me good, baby."

I grew quickly under his fingers. He smiled down at me when he could begin to stroke my meat with his fist. "I give you good sex, Jeb?"

I nodded, closed my eyes, and smiled. And gave myself up to our fuck.

My cock was rock hard and my balls rode my shaft close as Jan's hand stroked it. The rhythm of his strokes into my butt hadn't changed - long, slow, easy movement. He kissed my closed eyes and nibbled at my tits. I was floating towards orgasm, but I knew it wasn't going to be just an explosion of my ball juice. The orgasm waiting for me was one of mind and spirit, as well as sex.

I had become Jan Tonkovic's as he first began to fuck me. It was more than just sexual possession. I had wanted him all week long, since I first laid eyes on him - but that desire was deeper than just getting him naked and into bed. I had fallen in love with my translator from Prague University, even if I hadn't known it.

I felt my balls churn. My dick expanded in Jan's fist. I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me. I was being pulled into the whirlpool that was my orgasm. Jan's cock moved familiarly within by ass, massaging my joyspot with its every stroke. I could barely catch my breath, I was so close.

My balls couldn't hold it any longer and I felt my lava push into my cumchute. My eyes widened and I bucked my hips in reflex to the rush of jizz through my cock.

My assmuscles clamped down on Jan's meat and began to milk it as rope after rope of lava sprayed out of my dick. I heard him gasp and felt him push his cock deep into my ass. I felt his meat expand to stretch my gut tauter. But none of it connected as I continued to shoot my load.

When I finally came down I found Jan lying on top of me, trying to catch his breath as I was mine. "That was good," I mewled contentedly.

"It was better than good, Jeb - and that is a problem," he said and pushed himself up onto his knees, pulling himself from me. "One I feared."

I felt empty with his meat disconnected from my ass and looked up at him curiously. "What's wrong with that, baby?"

"If it is too good, making sex becomes making love."

"We were making love ..."

"No. We cannot make love. Making love is for lovers. Making sex is for just friends."

I stared at him, trying to understand him and fighting against my feeling like a fucktoy who'd just been fucked. "I want to be lovers."

"We can't be. You make your sex film and you leave for America. I shall still be here. That is okay for casual friends who make sex; it is not okay for lovers who make love."

I understood and smiled. In for a penny, in for the whole enchilada. I hadn't found anybody who made me feel like Jan did. What the fuck? I could stay here and do vids of some of the cutest guys on earth fucking and sucking. J. R. would probably love me being half a world away. It didn't matter where I lived as long as I had ash-blond, grey-eyed Jan Tonkovic beside me. And in me. I went for a reality check on that one. And knew instantly I mean it. I wanted him fucking me.

"And if I lived here? Would you be my lover then? And make love to me like you just did?"

Tears clouded his eyes as he grabbed me and pulled me to him.

It was five o'clock in the evening in Prague when I picked up the phone and called LA. It was eleven o'clock in the morning in LA when I got J. R. on the line. I gazed at Jan lying naked across the bed watching me. And smiled as a thought hit me. This bed was my casting couch, both of ours. It had brought us together, even over the chasms that language and culture made.

"I have boys - ten of them, J. R.," I told him. "The hottest guys you'll ever see. They're under contract to me." He wasn't happy with that part. I waited until he stopped telling me what I'd done to my mother and what she hadn't done with my father. "I want to make four vids a year with these guys - will you finance and distribute them? And put me on a royalty basis?"

There was more argument from LA but we agreed to meet Tuesday morning so he could look at the photos of the boys. If they were as good as I said they were, I'd have my backing.

I turned to Jan as I hung up the phone. "Do you have your passport?"

"Of course. But why?"

"Monday we fly to LA." I saw his concern and before he could voice it, I said: "I have to move out of my apartment there, put things in storage ..." I smiled and took his hand in mine. "I've got to make sure I'm earning a living if I move over here."

He kissed me then. My hand found his rockhard cock. I pushed away and smiled at him. "Come here, let's put this thing on you," I said as I took another condom from my box.

"Tomorrow, we find us a flat, Jeb," he told me as I lay back and put my feet on his shoulders. ****************************************************************************

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