With a sigh, Blake tore the notice in half before dropping the pieces in the trash. Catching sight of the little black truck in the driveway, his stomach got queasy.
"Shit," he said, shaking his head. "I'm running out of options."
A voice behind him asked, "Options for what?"
"Affording my life," Blake answered, not turning around. "I barely got the mortgage paid, now they're charging twice the late fees on the truck payment."
A pair of gentle hands slid around Blake's waist and under his worn t-shirt. "You could always call the Harem Studio guys back. Tell them you'll do the shoot."
"I can't do porn, Alam."
"Sure you can, babe. They contacted you, remember? They must've liked what they saw on your Instagram." The hands slipped down and into Blake's jeans. "You're going to need the extra cash, soon. Ritchie's tuition isn't going to pay itself."
"Shit. At my age, who the hell wants to see me in porn?"
"There's a huge market for inter-generational stuff right now. It's hot, too."
Blake let the hands work around the growing bulge in his jeans.
"What do I know about porn, though?"
"Trust me when I say, you know all you need to about the important parts. They'll teach you the rest."
The hand eased around his cock while the other slipped out of his pants to work the fastening loose. Just at it started working the zipper down, Blake stopped it.
"We can't do this, Alam. Ritchie will be back from the neighbor's any minute, now."
"So? He's twenty-two years old, just like me. He'll understand what two consenting, horny adults do when they're left alone together." Alam pulled his other hand out of Blake's pants. "Given the choice, he might even want to join in."
"Don't be nasty," Blake said, buttoning his pants. "He's my son."
"And my best friend." Alam said, going around and leaning against the counter. "You don't think we've fooled around before? All those sleepovers, when we were kids? You had to have heard us at least once."
Blake looked out at the truck again.
"Call them. The people at Harem. Tell them you'll be at the audition."
"I have a life, though. If it got out that I did porn, that life would be over."
"So what? Maybe you could start a new life, one where you'd be pumping that sweet daddy-cock into one tight ass after another."
"It sounds good, on the surface, but I have responsibilities here. I have employees."
Alam slid his hands under his shirt, raising it to show off a flat stomach with a thin trail of light blond hair that disappeared into his shorts. "What if the other performers are hot, like me? What if they have an insatiable mouth and a banging body, like me?"
"It might be best if you went home, Alam. Before Ritchie gets back."
"Or, we could get started and he could join us," Alam said, letting one hand slide into his shorts. "Nobody says you'd have to do anything with him."
The white shorts went lower, exposing a thick tangle of pubic hair. Alam raised his shirt, exposing the same on his chest. One pale, pink nipple was exposed.
"Okay," Blake said, reaching for Alam's left hand. "It's really time you went home. I don't want my son walking in on me and his boyfriend. I've got enough going on without adding to it."
"All right, all right. I'm not going to try and force you. But, I was serious. You should call the Harem guys and strip down for them."
With a gentle insistency, Blake walked Alam over to the back door and opened it. Before stepping out, the younger male put his arms around the older and kissed him. Blake kissed back but not with the same passion. Alam seemed to get the hint as he broke the kiss.
"What if we both auditioned for them? You and me?"
"Go home, Alam. Ritchie's working a double on Thursday. You can come back that afternoon, if you want. Right now, though? You need to go."
The younger male insisted on another kiss. This time, Blake's left hand slid around Alam's waist and held his body. He felt the firm erection press into his. Alam made a soft sound but didn't break the kiss. Blake closed his other hand over the doorknob, intent on turning it, opening it. He hesitated. Alam's tongue eased into his mouth. The press against his cock got harder. Alam's slender hand slid down his arm, to his waist, to the fastening of his pants.
"Don't send me home," Alam whispered in his ear. "Not without this."
Blake's hands eased into Alam's shorts, pushing them down. His tongue eased into Alam's mouth. His larger body took on the added weight as the slender male leaned into him. The shorts fell to the floor and Alam stepped out of them. He managed to work the fastening to the man's pants loose. As he pulled on the zipper, he kissed back with equal passion.
"We shouldn't do this," Blake said, cupping Alam's ass.
"No, we shouldn't," Alam agreed, still kissing.
Breaking the kiss, he got to his knees. Looking up, he opened the man's pants again, freeing his massive hard on. Taking hold of the base, he licked along the shaft until it was slick. Capping the head, he flicked his tongue over the oozing slit, then used its discharge to ease it into his mouth. Forming a U with his tongue, he started working the shaft. Inhaling added the man's strong scent to his already stimulated senses. Blake's cock throbbed against his tongue.
"So good," the standing male sighed. He took hold of Alam's thick blond hair. "Since you started this, I'm going to give you what we both want."
With practiced slowness, Blake started moving his hips so he was rocking forward. Alam's mouth and throat kept up. He kept his tongue curled so it caressed the underside of the man's veined shaft. Big blue eyes looked up at Blake, telling him how much he enjoyed this treatment. Blake caressed his cheek, never letting go of his hair. Alam let out a soft sound of pure pleasure.
Blake glanced out the back door. Looking back down, he watched Alam's nose touch his lower stomach. Inside his warm mouth, he felt his cock throb out more precum. Bracing himself on the blond's firm shoulders, Blake sighed at the sensation flooding his body. Alam sucked in and swallowed.
"Easy...easy," he muttered. "You're going to make me blow."
Pulling off with a loud pop, Alam smirked. "I thought that was the point."
Lifting Alam off the floor, Blake brought him over to the kitchen island and sat him on its edge. They continued kissing, pausing long enough for Blake to remove Alam's shirt. Devilish eyes looked up at him, a familiar look on his face.
"I'm staying, then?"
Blake gave him one more kiss before taking a step back. "I really should send you home. Getting caught is only going to make things ten times worse."
Alam leaned back, raising his legs. With his heels on the island's edge, he pulled his hard cock and full balls aside, exposing his glistening pink hole. Two fingers eased around the edges. Smiling, he began working both into himself. Clear liquid oozed out and onto the counter.
"Then, you'd better get that dick in me and get going!"
"Awww, babe, you came prepared," Blake said, eyeing the obvious lube-job. "We have a time crunch situation. I'm not going to be gentle."
Pulling his fingers out, the blond braced his heels on the edge of the island. "I hope not."
Blake stepped up to the island. Spreading the other's legs, he let the bulbous head touch the anxious pink hole. Alam pushed back, insisting it enter him. The blond's head fell back as Blake eased into him. The older man's hands went up his sides, over his chest, up to his shoulders. Alam sighed as Blake spread him open. It hurt, at first, but in the best way.
"God..."
"How you flatter an old man," Blake said, smirking.
"Fuck flattery...your cock is amazing."
Pivoting his hips, Blake worked them forward and back, making Alam squirm. The younger man's eyes fluttered as he arched his back and tried pushing back onto the cock. They worked out a slow, steady rhythm that had them both turned on. With every moan, Alam urged Blake to go a little faster. He made sure to clench and release in a way that made the man's cock throb inside him. Blake appreciated the effort and rewarded it with a deeper plunge for the next few thrusts.
Gripping the island's edge, Alam moaned out his excitement. "God, yes...give me that cock!"
He brought his left leg up and over Blake's right shoulder. Opened wider, the older man got in deeper, tapping Alam's prostate each time he slid forward. Blake thumbed the pink nubs on the blond's chest, making him squirm and whimper. Alam's thick shaft drooled strings of silver on his taut stomach.
Alam managed to roll to one side without Blake losing a stroke. The older man raised his body up and onto the island. The younger moved to accommodate him. Blake smiled as he resumed his assault. Deeper this time, he delighted at Alam's soft sounds and pleasured whimpers. He closed his hand around the blond's sizable cock and began pumping in time with his own hard shaft.
Between the short gasps and the sighs, Alam managed a few words. "God...yes...deeper!"
Blake brought the other's leg up as he bore down harder. Alam's body shook. Blake drilled into him, forcing him to hold onto the edge and push back or be thrown onto the floor. They moved against one another like this for a few minutes before the blond began groaning.
"God...oh, god...I'm...uh..."
The last word died in a sigh as the blond's hard cock shot a long, thick rope of cum. Blake smirked as he pumped out another. Alam reached back for him, taking hold of hard muscle. Blake eased up, then pulled out. Alam shot another thick glob onto his stomach as Blake turned him onto his back. The older man straddled his chest, jerking his own engorged shaft.
"Yeah! Yeah -- feed me!" Alam said, opening his mouth.
Blake came hard. His first shot nailed the blond's chin. The next landed on his perfect pink tongue. The next crossed his nose. Alam tipped his head and caught the next in his mouth. Blake moaned as the warm lips capped the head of his cock. He pumped all he had into that warm mouth.
"Fuck..." he groaned, letting his head fall back.
Just then, the back door banged shut.
"Oh, Jesus," Blake shouted. "Ritchie!"
"Dad! What the fuck is going on here?"
An approving voice then shouted, "CUT! That was excellent, guys!"
Lights around the edge of the kitchen set came up. A trio of people came on and offered towels to the performers. Coming around one of the tripods, the director gave a few notes to the camera operators. He turned toward Blake, who was getting down from the island.
"Excellent work, today! If you need a minute, we're going to relight before the confrontation scene."
The older man grinned. "Nah, I think I'm good."
Alam sat up and swung his legs over the side of the island. "You're more than good, mate!" His Australian accent was much thicker than his artificial Southern one. "I'm going to be feeling that cock well onto the morrow!"
"Thanks, guy," Blake said, still grinning. "Not bad for a porn newcomer, huh?"
END