Put It In

        "Put it in him," Max said and patted my bare arse with his big hand, more rubbing it than patting it.

Iain groaned as my latex-covered knob-end began to spread his sphincter. "Slow now, Tim. Please," he whimpered and I began to believe that he really was a virgin.

"Give him time to get used to you being in his arse, lad," Max Molloy said from behind me. "Kiss him and twist his nipples a bit. I want to see you both look like you want this." I looked back at him and he grinned. "I think you both would be good in this film, but there's got to be good chemistry between you."

I looked down at my connection with Iain. I was half-way into his hole, his cock had shrivelled and was hiding deep inside his foreskin. But his legs were gamely splayed for my entry. His eyes were closed tight in concentration and his soft, thin ginger hair fell back from his face and puddled on the cushion beneath us.

"Grind that bum on his dick, lad," Max told him as I reached for both of his nipples.

I had been nervous as bloody hell as I waited earlier. The chipped paint of the waiting room of a warehouse suite hadn't helped. Neither had the two lads sitting at the other end of the waiting room and even more nervous than I was. At least, they looked like they belonged in this south London neighbourhood - dirty jeans, thin tee-shirts, and nameless trainers, standard summer wear for this part of London. Me - I was dressed as what I was, a senior student at Kings College and the son of a successful barrister in Manchester.

I also accepted that I was gay, especially after Iain had ploughed my bum so thoroughly and so regularly the year before. Before he told me he wasn't gay and went off to Scotland for the summer holiday. But that was nearly a year ago and Iain was the last lad who'd found his way through my back door. The only one, too. I was at Global Entertainment because I had convinced myself that frolicking around naked would prove to me that I was over him.

The two lads in the waiting room with me were definitely deep in denial; yet, they were here same as me. They acted as if they didn't know each other, and I reckoned they'd each done things for a few quid; but neither of them were happy that the other had to be guessing about those things now.

The advert in Gay Outloud last week had been explicit - Earn 500 pounds for 10 hours of fun work. Six lads, versatile, with nice bodies. Career opportunity for the right person. Interviews held on 15 May between 1PM and 7PM.

The company was Global Entertainment and the advert had given this address. It was five after one, and the inner door was still closed.

I stood and crossed to the grimy window to look out at what I could see of Eltham. The door opened behind me and I turned in time to see a man step into the room. His gaze went to the two lads immediately. "You sods are here? Didn't think you lads knew each other." Both went the colour of beetroot. The man chuckled. "So, you didn't know about each other then? It might make for a cozy arrangement, don't you think?" They both seemed to try to sink into their chair cushions.

Whilst I was watching the local punks learn that the other was pink macho, I was taking in the man as well. He was a big sod, standing at least six and a half feet and probably weighing eighteen stone. It all looked muscular. I got even more nervous. 

"Let's see what you two can do together," the man told them. One of the boys pointed in my direction, and the man turned to me. "Sorry I didn't see you before. I'm Max Molloy and I'm casting several gay porno films. Are you in the right place?" I gulped, turned white, and nodded.

"Okay then. Let me sort these two rentboys out and then we'll see about you." I nodded and he turned back to the lads from Eltham. "Let's go, guys," he said to them like a stern headmaster confronted with unruly fourth formers. "I want you naked fast - like one of your quickies in the alleyway."

I got back to a chair and collapsed in it. I started trying to convince myself to get up and leave. I was sure I wanted no part of this.

* * *

Iain's whole body jerked as I pulled at both nipples hard, his eyes opening wide. Max's hand on my arse shoved me into him. My pubes pressed hard against his ball sack. Iain groaned. Slowly, he reached out and touched my smooth chest, spreading his long, bony fingers across most of it; he studied his hand touching me for a moment before his gaze moved up to my face.

I had forgotten how intensely blue his eyes were. How they would hold mine for hours at a time when I still thought he'd loved me. Before he'd left me. His lips formed into a tight little smile. "Shag me arse, Tim," he whispered. "Make it yours."

Max was on the floor between my legs, studying our union closely. "You two fit together nicely. Start to fuck him slow now."

* * *

The silence in the room was deafening. For about three minutes. "Christ, Max!" I heard from the office. "I can't take something as big as that," the voice bleated. There was a cry then and the same voice pleaded: "At least grease it up, mate. I ain't had nothing as big as that since the last time you did me."

I stared at the wall across from me. They were having sex in there. Two, if not all three of them. I didn't know what I'd been thinking when I decided to take the tube to Eltham. I just knew I wasn't ready to start having sex again - not like this. It'd been a bloody year! I'd be bleating louder than the lad in there was.

I could strip. I didn't mind baring it all. I'd convinced myself of that. And the Pride vids I'd watched had the boys doing just that. The naked lads holding each other. They didn't have sex. I'd even wank for the camera, but-?

My hands found the arms of the chair, my fingers curling around the metal tubes. I was going to push myself up and get to my feet. And I was going to walk smartly to the underground station without looking back once. I was going back to Kings College and pretend this'd never happened. That I'd never been so stupid.

The outer door opened. I shuddered and released my grip on the chair arms. I didn't look up. I was too ashamed. "Are you waiting for an interview?" a male voice asked. It was a voice I was much too familiar with. Fearfully, I looked up. I was caught.

"Tim! What the bloody fuck?" Iain demanded as he had always done when he didn't approve of something I did.

"I could ask the same thing." I forced a smile to my face. "I think you misread the advert. They want versatile. Do you give more than one blowjob a year?"

"That hurt," he grumbled, blanching. "But then I deserved it. A lot more too, I suspect. How're you doing?"

"I'm-"

A squeal ran up the scale and was lost. I thought it was a different voice this time.

"My God! What the bloody hell are they doing in there?"

"I think they're planning that their actors do more than the ones in Pride do."

"How many lads are in there?"

"Just two and the director."

Iain rolled his eyes. "Are you staying then?"

"I thought I might," I told him, making a decision I hadn't expected. "And you? Are you actually going to let a bloke between your legs? Braveheart with the ever-virgin bum and nearly virgin mouth?"

He coloured slightly and shrugged. "If it's the right bloke. I've grown up some, Tim." He looked down at his hands clasping each other in his lap. "I hope that you'll let me show you how much."

* * *

I began to move in him. Long, slow thrusts. His hands came up to my neck and he pulled me down to him. Our lips touched and mine were parting to let his tongue in. I reached between us and found his cock. I pushed his skin back onto his shaft and began to rub his bared knob-end against my belly. He swelled in my hand. I began to wank him in time with my strokes in and out of his arsehole.

The loneliness of the past year melted from me. The hurt was being buried deeper and deeper beneath the avalanche of pent-up pleasure cascading over and through me.

* * *

The lads exited the office rubbing their bums through their jeans. The bulges they sported suggested that the complaints we'd heard might have been a bit of bad acting. They coloured crimson when they saw us and shuffled shamefacedly to the door. One held back a moment and turned to us. "We softened him up for you blokes," he told us cheekily. "It won't be a bad interview now." His mate grabbed his arm and pulled him through the door.

The big man named Max looked out the door, quite obviously adjusting himself inside his trousers. "Ah," he said, "there's two of you now. And you seem to know each other as well. Come in then; let's chat."

He held out his hand and introduced himself again. "We're doing a film for America, lads," he said as he started towards his desk. They like the complete thing over there, which means that you'll need to have sex in front of the camera. Do you think you can do that?"

I was suddenly undecided again. My resolve to be as daring as Iain was gone. I still wanted to leave, but I wanted to have Iain again too, even if it was only before a camera. "We can," Iain told him, cutting short my thoughts.

"Good. Well, let's cut to the chase. Let me see both of you naked. Then you can do the nasty for me, okay?"

After we stood naked in front of Max and after he'd felt both sides of both of us up, he nodded. "Yes, you will do very nicely indeed. Just the one thing more - I want to see you shag. I want to see that you want each other. Past that test and you're signed on. Who's the top?"

Iain glanced over at me, an impish smile playing across his lips. "He is," he told Max and me.

"You two are perfect!" Max gushed from beside us. "I knew you were lovers when I saw you together. I'm going to rewrite the script so that it'll concentrate on you. You're going to be bloody stars!" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him on his knees watching me wank Iain's fully erect prick while I fucked him.

"Bugger off!" Iain growled, breaking away from our kiss. "Can't you bloody well see that he's fucking me and I'm loving it?"

* * *

        After we were in our clothes and on our way to the underground with contracts in hand, I looked at Iain as we walked. "Want to come over to the flat for a pint?"

He chuckled. "Only if it's for the night, Tim. And only if we're shagging the whole time."

"One dose and you're addicted?"

"I think so. But we can be versatile, if you'd like."