Had To Improvise - Prelude free porn video

There will come a day when I will have to improvise during filming, but that day is still far from the events I'm about to share. This is all about the build-up to that fateful day. Here I'm still wading slowly into new waters.

The very beginning:

We were just hanging out one day when we had a conversation that would change so much and lead us down a long winding path of experimentation and growth. It all started when Steve mentioned to me that we could make some money filming solo masturbation videos, ones where we just had to make sure we got a good money shot and we didn't even have to show our faces.

It took a while before I agreed to do it. The idea of someone else watching me jerk off just seemed way out there for someone with my conservative upbringing, but I finally relented. The plan was for Steve to man the camera while I did my stuff. He always had some porn on the TV for me so I wouldn't have any problem getting off and it was always just what I liked.

The videos always started with some girl on girl action, followed by a great blowjob and finishing with some closeup sex. My favorite was watching closeup as a guy pushed his fat cock slowly into a pussy our tight ass, even better when it was double penetration. There's just something about watching a girl taking a cock deep inside.

I still remember the first day we filmed. Steve had laid a towel, folded in half on the floor in front of where I sat on the futon. The futon was up so I could relax back against the back comfortably but still be able to sit up to shoot my load away from myself and toward the camera. I was watching the video, totally into it and the pleasure and I didn't take that long at all.

Steve thought everything was set up perfectly but I surprised him when my first spurt shot past the towel and onto the carpet that it was supposed to be protecting. The rest of the shots landed much closer and stayed on the towel.

Once I was finished and he had stopped the camera, he hurried to take the towel and wipe up the carpet as best he could for the time being. While he was cleaning up he said, "Dang! You shoot far!"

It was kind of an awkward moment but it's always stuck with me.

There came a point where it was obvious that I was totally comfortable with this setup because I had almost completely stopped getting off at home. The only times I really did was when we couldn't make a video when I was ready. Whenever I started to get the urge I would just call to make sure Steve was home and then head over to take care of business in his room.

Phase 2:

One day I headed over without calling ahead because I already knew Steve was home. I got into his room, started up a video to watch and started to get ready to film when he stopped me, "We can't film right now. We're all out of tapes for the camera."

I was a bit disappointed and he could see it on my face. After a short pause, he looked up. "Everything is already set up. You can still watch a video and do it if you want. It's not like I haven't seen it enough already."

In the state that I was in at the moment I didn't even think before I agreed, "Yea, might as well. I'm already half hard. I don't want to have to go get off at home now."

With all of the times spent filming in front of Steve before, it seemed like just another day. The video was rolling on the tv and I was sitting comfortably so I got naked and took my hardening cock in my hand and got myself off. For some reason, I liked to be completely naked when I touched myself. I think it just heightened the experience. It's still my favorite way but it doesn't always work out.

I didn't really think about it during the act but it got a little awkward for me afterward when he handed me the washrag to clean myself. When I started to get dressed it hit me that I was just jerking off in another guy's room while he just hung out and we talked a little bit.

That awkward feeling kind of hung with me so I kept to myself for a little while, but eventually I got really horny and headed back over to Steve's house again. I really wanted to get off and his place was the best place to do it, especially if I could get paid for it. Well, this time was another step further in our odd friendship because I realized when I got there that I really wasn't in the mood to go through all the work and "acting" that goes into making a video.

So, nervous as hell, I asked him, "Do you mind if I just watch a video and touch myself? I'm super horny and I don't feel like making a video."

"Of course, man. Any time," and with a chuckle, "You've come a long way out of your shell now, haven't you?!"

That was the first time that I had ever been so bold about anything sexual. I was totally horny and I was okay with someone watching me as long as I could shoot a load.

That time was an especially quick one. I was already super horny when I got there and then the excitement of the exhibitionism just sent it to another level. It was one thing to get off on camera, and even the day that I first did it without the camera seemed okay. This was me actually choosing, on my own, to do something kinky and it was exciting.

I went home that night both shocked at myself and proud of my big step forward in my sexual exploration. After that night we went back to knocking out a bunch of videos. The paying company had some requests and there was some demand so we did our best to meet the needs.

Phase 3:

After a steady stream of "work," things finally slowed down for filming but my libido stayed in high gear. One day I decided, even before heading over to Steve's house, that I just wanted to get off and I wanted to do it with the setup at his house. Realizing that I was totally okay with that, I just went for it.

From then on, it didn't matter if there was any filming to do. I still went to Steve's every time I felt horny, sometimes I even went every day for a week straight or more. Each time, one of us would put on a video, then we would talk as I stripped and started touching myself. With some of the excitement of the new thing dimmed it would often take longer, sometimes quite a bit longer, but that was okay.

We would just talk while I stroked myself and we eventually stopped trying to pretend the other one wasn't sitting there. We'd actually face each other and make eye contact like we would in any other normal conversation. I came to love those times and it got to the point where any time he saw me on my way over he'd get a video ready, and every time I went to his house, regardless of the time of day I'd get naked shortly after his door closed.

I had even taken to starting off stroking without lube so I could relax and play longer, and for most of the session, I wouldn't even pay attention to the tv. Just the act of being naked and touching myself in front of someone else was plenty of stimulation.

Like any good friends, we didn't always have something to say and we were okay with that comfortable silence. The biggest step came when we had our first extended comfortable silence in his room while I was stroking. One day we just sat there, me enjoying my cock and him sitting there watching, not focusing on anything else. It was an amazing feeling, euphoric even, sharing that level of comfort with someone else in such an intimate situation, one where I was completely vulnerable.

I'm not sure how long the silence lasted but, looking back, it should've been obvious that he was paying close attention through the whole gap in the conversation. I was too busy to register his quiet words of encouragement when I started caressing my balls with my left hand or whenever I varied how I worked my hard cock. He finally spoke up louder just as my balls pulled up to my body, "There you go. It's almost here."

At the time, I was just interested in getting off and my impending orgasm was coming on strong. All I could think of was my intense pleasure when I blurted out, "Fuck yes it is!" right before my hips started to buck and my cock started to pulsate.

My cock throbbed in my hand and ropes of cum flowed out. I didn't shoot far but I erupted over and over as thick, heavy loads poured out. The first blasts shot up, only to come back to land all over my cock and balls. I became lubricated with cum and, as I continued to stroke, the sloppy wet sounds of my masturbation filled the room.

I continued to throb but my cum poured out slower, now in steady, creamy streams. It flowed down my cock and over my hand before continuing on, rolling down past my balls and in between my legs. Steve just sat there, shocked (maybe enthralled?), as he watched my cum find its way down until it finally fell heavily to the floor.

As my climax subsided I leaned back in the chair and continued to stroke myself slowly with my right hand, milking myself of every last drop as I rubbed with my left, gently massaging as I smeared the cum all around my balls and deep between my legs. Even after I was empty I continued to stroke and caress softly as I came down from the sexual high, careful to avoid too much contact with the ultra-sensitive underside of the tip.

I can remember sitting like that for a while, completely relaxed and content, as I finally softened ever so slowly. As vivid as that all still is in my mind, I can't remember the details of anything after, but really why would I.

Still, to this day, I send Steve pictures and videos of myself getting off just to remember those times. He doesn't say anything about them but I hope he still likes to watch, because I still really like to share my naked body.

Eventually, the need for porn went away when we filmed. The excitement of shooting a load for other people to watch was more than enough to get me going, but we always turned it on anyway. It made it a little less awkward for me to be getting off in front of someone with something else to supposedly focus on. I think it put my mind at ease having some apparent stimulus so it didn't look like I was just getting off for another man.

Phase 4:

This pattern went on for a little while before Steve came to me with an additional request, one that he had to know I would be very nervous about. I could tell from the shakiness in his voice that he was nervous to even bring it up.

Stammering, he started very slowly, "Apparently the videos that we are shooting are in one of the lowest tiers for payment. We could bring in a lot more money if there were multiple people involved in the action." With that, he paused to kind of compose himself and look to see my reaction so far.

My initial feeling was a mix of excitement and a huge fear of performing with another person. All I was able to do was stare back at Steve with what I'm assuming was a stunned expression. I could feel the heat rising, especially in my face and ears.

All I could manage was, "With who?" I had thought that Steve was shaky, but it paled in comparison to my own feeling and the sound of my voice.

This is where I imagine that the real discomfort and nerves came into play for Steve, probably even surpassing my own.

He took a deep breath, presumably to steel himself for what came next, "There are both positive and negative parts to this situation. The negative...finding a woman to join our little enterprise is going to be VERY difficult. It's going to take some time."

I've never been able to hide my emotions well. It has helped me to build trust with people because it's clear I'm not bullshitting them, but it also makes it way too easy for people to read me when I'd rather they didn't. This instance was no exception. Steve never looked away so I know he could read my expressions and see the relief, and then the emotion that he was hoping for...disappointment.

He now knew that the information to this point had piqued my interest so it was safe to press on. And press on he did, not wanting to pause and lose his nerve, "Now for the positives. There are two. First, adding another person will more than double the money that you get, so I think it's definitely worth pursuing if you are up for it. The only problem is that we'll just have to be patient and be on the lookout for the right woman that we think will be interested. I'm not sure how long that is going to take."

He paused to let all of that sink in. I was all good up until this point. The idea of increasing my cash flow was helping to calm my nerves. It was just too bad that we were going to have to wait for who knows how long. Not too long after he stopped I tentatively asked, "And the second positive?"

"This one actually has two parts. You could actually triple your pay if you're up for something a little different, a slightly different video category." It had finally come to a head, the real reason that Steve has been so nervous. "We don't wait to find a woman."

In that moment, I felt like my eyes were about to pop out of my head. "What do you mean, find some guy to film with?! Is that what you're suggesting?" My nerves and resistance slammed back into me full force.

He was clearly expecting that kind of reaction because he immediately jumped back in, "It's okay if you don't want to do it. It's just another option, and there is nothing stopping us from continuing to make the videos that we have been up until now."

Seeing that he wasn't pressuring me to agree to that was a relief. I hadn't even realized how tightly wound I was until I felt my shoulders and chest settle back down.

He was completely calm and reassuring, but Steve wasn't quite done with this idea yet, "If it makes you feel better about the idea, I could be the second person."

My eyes were wide with the shock of that offer, but he calmly carried on with trying to make me feel at ease, "It wouldn't be anything crazy, just a handjob for the camera. I could even stay where you couldn't really see me, other than my hand reaching in to stroke you."

Steve must've spent some serious time working all of this out beforehand because I was still sitting there on the side of his bed and he was in a chair across from me, trying to read my reaction from the look on my face. I suppose it was a good sign (to him) that I hadn't bolted from his house, or even out and out declined this crazy option that he just proposed.

All I could mutter in response was, "Wow." I still hadn't responded to anything he had laid out to this point.

With a small smile Steve said, "Yea, that's a fair response."

At this point, I had recovered from the initial shock but the extent of what was put out there had not even begun to settle in. I could sense the huge elephant in the room and I knew there was no way that I was going to film anything that day. "I'm going to need some time to digest all of this. I'm going to go grab some food and head home."

Steve was a little bit nervous, "You alright?"

Just talking had me settled a bit, so it was not a stretch when I responded, "Yea, I'm good. Just got some thinking to do about this. My mind is reeling so I think filming is out of the question for today," and with an honest chuckle, I flashed him my soft, shrunken package before turning to head for the door. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I think the joke put him at ease since he laughed easily too, "Alright, put that away before you go outside."

Not surprisingly, when I tried to go to sleep I found myself wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling. My brain was in overdrive so sleep wasn't coming anytime soon. I clearly needed to make a decision about this, and soon, or I'd be losing a lot of sleep. I decided I'd go with my old standby relaxation method in hopes that it would help me get some sleep.

I stripped naked and settled onto my back under the sheets before reaching down to run both hands up the insides of my thighs to my balls. I did this over and over, each time spending a few seconds lightly grazing my balls with my fingers before sliding my hands back down. My manhood was still soft, lying on my smooth stomach.

I continued caressing myself, eventually leaving my right hand on my thigh while focusing fully on my balls with the left. I have always loved light touch all around my balls. Gradually I could feel my mind settling down as I just focused on the gentle pleasure that I was feeling. I took my soft cock into my right hand and held it, not looking for anything more, just enveloping it with a soft hand.

Most of the time I would just drift off to sleep like this but sometimes my hand would fill and I knew I would need to do more. I was more than half asleep when I realized that this was one of those times. I could've chosen to leave things be and let myself drift off the rest of the way but I was already starting to get a little horny so I decided to finish the job.

Wanting to feel the air on my balls I pushed the bottom half of the sheet off me to expose my body from the waist down. The air felt nice and I could see my growing cock in my hand. I returned to caressing my balls and then began to stroke myself as well. I was growing harder by the second and I let my mind wander as I stroked my cock.

You can imagine where it finally went after the events of the day. Looking down I could only see a portion of my arm and my hand stroking my cock. The rest was still under the sheet. I felt a jolt as the sight made me think of another strong, masculine hand stroking it for me...Steve's hand.

The surprising part was not that I thought of it. Given the events of the day, who could blame me? Rather, the fact that I was still hard as a rock and getting closer to cumming was what hit me.

I had just come to my decision. I was going to get paid to have someone else give me a handjob, and I was actually okay with it being Steve.

That settled, I returned my focus to my cock and balls, determined to shoot a big load as soon as possible. I still had the vision of Steve's hand reaching from the sheet to stroke my rock-hard pole and I was totally okay with it now. He stroked me just the way I liked while I continued to caress my balls.

It didn't take long until I could feel my balls pull up tight to my body and my shaft straining for release. After a few more pumps I started to twitch, pulsing in his hand, and finally shooting rope after rope onto my naked chest, reaching all the way up to my neck and even lightly splashing my chin.

Spasms wracked my body as my orgasm took over all my thoughts. Finally, they subsided and I was able to relax as my cock softened in my hand. I finally took my left hand from my balls and moved it to trace my fingers in the cum on my chest and stomach, smearing it around as I played with it. I only lay there for a few more moments before wiping my fingers off on my stomach and reaching for my phone. I wanted to make this call before I lost my nerve.

The phone only rang once before Steve answered, "What's up?"

Without hesitating I blurted out, sure that he would know what I was referring to, "I'm in!"

I wasn't wrong. He didn't miss a beat, "Well, I guess I'm going to have to prepare myself for something new! When do you want to start?"

I took a deep breath and let it rush back out. With that, it was out there. I had already come to accept that we were going to do this. I was going to let Steve jerk me off on camera and get paid for it.

"Tomorrow evening? I can eat and take a shower after work and head over to your place if that works. Hopefully, I won't freak out too much thinking about it all day." My nerves had started to come back already.

Always trying to keep things going smoothly Steve had a suggestion, "Why don't we fire one off right now? You'll be able to sleep well tonight and work tomorrow without worrying about what might happen when we meet up."

I don't know why I always felt, and still feel, embarrassed to admit doing what we all do but I couldn't bring myself to admit it so I just muttered, "I don't know. With all the anxiety, I might not be the best performer right now. Things might take a while to finish."

Again, Steve seemed to be so quick on his feet whenever things came up, "That's alright. It'll give us a chance to work out the kinks and it'll keep you from blowing prematurely because of the nerves."

The last part made us both laugh and I admitted, "That's probably very true. I'll be over in a bit."

I had already showered before heading over the first time so right after I hung up the phone I jumped up to get ready to go. I hurriedly got dressed, pulling on the clothes that I had thrown on the floor not too long before, then headed out the door and back over to Steve's house for the second time of the night.

I never knocked at Steve's house so, as usual, I just walked right in and headed to his room. His bedroom door was open just a crack and I could hear some rustling around inside as I walked up. Pushing open the door I could see him finishing up with getting the TV ready with one of my favorite movies. I was happy to see that, because the consistency with how things normally were would make me more comfortable with what was to come.

The camera was already set up, pointed at the bed where there were a few pillows piled so I could lie back but still be propped up. It was done up just right so I could stretch out but still be at a good angle for filming.

The only difference from before is that everything was moved closer to the near side of the bed instead of the pillows being over toward the wall. My heart beat hard in my chest when I realized the reason for the change. Steve needed room to be able to have access without blocking the camera so he was going to need to be on the far side.

The first words that either of us spoke were my expression of disbelief, "Wow, this is really happening!"

He wasn't in quite as much shock as I was but I could tell that he was definitely nervous by the shakiness of his voice when he responded, "We might as well get going before we both lose our nerve."

Then it was on to business. "Let me start the camera, then you can start taking off your clothes and climb onto the bed."

He turned to look at me directly for the first time since I'd arrived, ready to show me the way he was thinking I should go. Once his eyes finally found my face he noticed something and casually pointed, "You've got something on your chin."

A split second later his eyebrows shot up. "It's actually trailing down your neck to your chest. I think I know the real reason you were worried that this was going to take longer than usual."

And then, almost in admiration, "That must've been quite a shot to hit your chin! How much more are you hiding under that shirt?"

He seemed to be genuinely impressed, so rather than embarrassment I was actually feeling pride, and maybe a bit horny too, as I admitted, "It was a really good one tonight but I think I've shot further distance before. I don't know how I didn't notice when I was getting ready and heading over here. It's all over me! Apparently, I was in a serious hurry when I left."

"Well, no point in cleaning up now. Let's see if we can't add to that mess." Then he was back to directing, "Alright, let's get going with the clothes, slowly..."

Before he could get any further I rolled my eyes at him and replied sarcastically, "Yes, I think I know the routine now!" I hadn't admitted it out loud, or even really consciously to myself, but I'd really come to enjoy the tease and playing for the camera.

After stretching out the disrobing and mounting the bed I made my way to my spot and rested against the pillows on my back, with my right leg bent, foot pulled up next to my left knee. This helped turn me slightly toward the camera for a better viewing angle.

With experience, I had actually gotten a little bit of control and didn't have to deal with the instant erection anymore, but the excitement of the moment did have me starting to swell slightly by the time I was settled into position. Like I had done not too long before, I reached my left hand down and slid it up the inside of my leg until I once again had it cupped around my balls. I started to caress my balls softly and then put my right hand behind my head to prop it up a little more so I could look down to see what was coming next.

Just then, Steve was climbing onto the bed and starting to crawl up next to me. My nerves were tight as piano wire and my left hand froze on my balls. Again, that same thought crossed my mind, "Wow, this is really happening!" Not knowing what else to do, I relaxed my neck, letting my head fall back heavier into the pillow and closed my eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity Steve finally turned to prop himself on his left elbow. I could feel his breath on me where he had stopped, just about even with my chest. This was already a bit different from how I thought things were going to go but me just sitting there with his hand reaching around probably wouldn't make for very exciting viewing.

What happened next was definitely even more surprising. I don't really know how I expected things to start this time but this wasn't it. He didn't go straight for my still semi-soft dick. Instead, he guided his hand higher. After hovering for a moment he started to trace his fingers over the dried evidence of my earlier orgasm.

This was better than I expected. Right then I only wished that the cum trail was still wet so he could slide his fingers around in it, spreading it and rubbing it into my skin even more. Eventually, his fingers had followed the trail up until he was gliding them around my right nipple, which became hard almost immediately.

I'd seen the same thing happen many times before, so the straining nipple didn't surprise me. What surprised me was how amazing it felt and what had happened to my cock in a few short moments. I had gone from semi-soft, lying mostly limp against my stomach to rock hard without even noticing.

After playing with my nipple for a short while, Steve took his hand from my chest and tentatively guided it down until I felt it close gently around my steely rod. He just held it for a few seconds before starting to stroke up and down slowly. He still held me loosely so his hand just grazed my cock as it moved.

I was in ecstasy. I never knew how good a soft, slow handjob could feel. I had done this to myself before but we all know that never compares to someone else's hand on you. He continued to pump softly, only picking up the pace ever so slightly and I could feel myself tightening even more. I'd grown to my full, rock-hard length. I felt as if I was trying to grow more but the tight skin of my bulbous head wouldn't let me go any further.

At the same time, I could feel my balls pulling up tight to my body. I wasn't going to last much longer at this rate, but I certainly wasn't going to complain.

As my cock started to twitch in Steve's hand I thrust my hips up off the bed. "God, don't stop!" was all I could muster as my cock strained to reach further into the cool air.

Steve continued with the same light grip but he sped up his pumping again and I continued to twitch in his hand, which was then followed by much stronger pulsing and finally the first creamy load released from my tip. It didn't shoot far because it splashed across Steve's fingers but I could feel how thick it was as it landed heavily on my stomach.

With Steve's hand lubed with my cream he was able to close his grip tighter around my rod and stroke harder and faster. This brought on the next load even faster, and with more force.

That next pulse didn't disappoint. Instead of the soft ejaculation of the first release, a thick blast escaped and shot into the air. A solid line of cum landed on my body, trailing from my left nipple up past my shoulder, finally connecting with the side of my neck and the pillow below.

Fortunately, the throbbing wasn't finished yet. There was more to be released. I continued to pulse in Steve's hand, pumping at least five or six more thick spurts onto my chest and stomach, coating me in my own load for the second time tonight.

Steve's hand continued to pump until my cock had finished its own pumping. Before tonight I wouldn't have believed it was possible, but more cum poured out of me the second time than it did the first. It must have been a combination of the nervous excitement of doing something so different and the skills of someone that has spent a lifetime with a cock of his own.

Once I finally softened and shrank in Steve's hand he let go and got up off the bed to stop the camera. Exhausted from two powerful orgasms I relaxed and let myself sink into the bed, now flat on my back with both legs straight out, eyes still closed as I fought falling asleep. We didn't grab a towel or washrag this time so, eyes still closed, I asked Steve to grab me something to clean up with since I was covered in cum.

I could feel him poking around the bed as he looked, mumbling in his annoyance that there wasn't anything handy. "I guess we can just use the pillowcase for now since you got cum on it. I need to wash it now anyway."

I smiled at that. "Works for me."

I felt the bed move again as he assured me, "Hang on, let me get it off the pillow."

After a short wait while the bed jiggled as he moved after his return. "Here we go."

I lifted my hand to take it from him but instead I could feel him start to wipe the cum from my body himself. The cotton was soft against my skin as he rubbed it around trying to wipe/soak everything up. I didn't think anything of it though since he wasn't exactly rubbing me gently.

As he was working I could hear the smile in his voice as he remarked, "Gotta get this all off before it dries."

Chuckling a little, I responded, "Thanks, I'm not a big fan of dried cum."

Steve finished wiping up my neck, chest and stomach and finally grabbed my cock and gave it a quick wipe as well. "All done!"

After lying there for another five or ten minutes I finally opened my eyes and rolled over to get off the bed and get dressed. It was pretty late and I needed to get some sleep. With Steve back over by his desk, everything seemed totally normal given how much time I'd spent naked in this room in the past.

I finished getting dressed and started to head home. With the doorknob in my hand, I turned slightly to say, "That wasn't too bad, right?"

He responded casually, "All in a day's work!"

We both got a little laugh out of that and I headed home for the night.

With the first time out of the way, we decided to let things go back to normal for a while to let things soak in. We didn't want to totally shut things down though so we continued with the days where I would come over for some release mixed in with some days when I would perform solo for the camera.

It was a filming day and I was sitting in the desk chair, fondling my balls gently with my left hand and just starting to lightly stroke my cock with my right. I was still soft at this point, just getting started, and Steve was sitting on the bed back and to the right of me as he sometimes does when I have the chair.

I heard him get up and I assumed he was going to check the camera, so I just kept up the slow build that I was working on when I felt him pull my hand away and replace it with his own. It came as a surprise and I jolted initially because we hadn't talked about making another two-person scene, but it was definitely a welcome surprise feeling someone else's hand on my cock.

This was more what I had in mind when we first talked about doing a scene together. I actually don't even know if he expected the other one to go the way that it did but that was in the past. I decided to just sit back and enjoy the moment, and what a moment it was.

I continued to caress my balls as Steve gently stroked my steadily growing, hardening cock. We continued like this until I was fully hard in his hand and then he whispered, "Hold on, I'm not done," and he took his hand away.

Not wanting the pleasure to stop I took his place and carried on with the soft, slow strokes, anxiously awaiting his return. It didn't take long for him to come back and this time when he replaced my hand with his I immediately felt my cock slide effortlessly through his fingers and across his now slippery palm.

With his hand and my cock lubed he was able to grip me more firmly and pump. I could feel every contour of his hand as I moved in and out of it. He started to pump faster while gripping me tight and I started to moan in time with his movements.

I was so hot by this time, aching for release that I moved to help. I took my left hand from my balls and wrapped it around my cock along with his right. I arched back and looked up to the ceiling as our hands pumped up and down in unison, stroking me closer and closer to climax.

There was nothing forced about this performance. The camera was capturing the real thing and it was fantastic. Two men's hands worked one cock together, both familiar with every sensitive spot and working them for all it was worth.

I started to buck in the chair, the orgasm starting to take me as I panted and moaned. I could feel that my cock was as hard as it could possibly get and my balls had once again sucked up to my body in anticipation of their chance to blow.

I moaned loud, "Uhhhh," right as my climax started to take over. The noise of the slippery hands sliding up and slapping down at my base along with the noises coming from my own mouth served to push me on even more.

Finally, my cock throbbed and my creamy cum burst from the tip, shooting up and coming back down to coat my cock and both of our hands. The next blast shot out and onto my stomach before rolling down and pooling at the base of my cock, dripping down to coat my balls and run down inside my legs.

My orgasm was slamming through my body. I took my hand from my cock, letting Steve continue pumping me dry and reached down to rub my cum all around my balls, massaging it all around and then working the rest of it all around the insides of my legs. I wanted evidence of that orgasm all over my body. I wanted to feel it all over my skin.

Steve wiped off his hand and handed me the towel before relaxing back on the bed again. After sitting for a few more minutes I broke the silence, "That was more what I was expecting when I first agreed to this."

"I gotta say, that was my original thought too."

As I softened and my heartbeat slowed I decided I'd had enough of the creamy white coating so I grabbed the towel and proceeded to clean myself up before it had the chance to dry. I wanted to see if we could keep things normal so I took my time getting dressed, just hanging out and talking for a bit as I slowly grabbed a piece of clothing here and there. Eventually, I was ready and we hit a lull in the conversation so I got up to go. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"You know where I'll be."

Phase 5:

That one was a bit of a surprise since we hadn't actually talked about it ahead of time but it went so smooth that it helped to push me a little further past my apprehension over this new arrangement. It was still uncomfortable but it was a lot easier the next time we went for it again.

We made a bunch of videos similar to the most recent where Steve came in from behind me and reached in to take over. Along with those came plenty of other solo sessions both with and without the camera.

One day we were just hanging out. I was mid-session, sitting on one end of the bed, facing the TV with my back against the wall, legs bent and spread apart. Steve was sitting on the other end of the bed, against the wall facing in the same direction.

As I was sitting there with my hard cock in my hand, I chuckled. Of course, Steve didn't want to be left out. "What are you laughing about?"

I smiled to hide my actual concern before answering, "I don't know if it's normal or what, but it seems like the more I get off the more I crave getting off again! Sometimes I get in bed at night and realize that I'm still fucking horny. What is wrong with me?!"

"Maybe you just need something different. Everything is always pretty much the same. The only difference seems to be whose hand is doing the work."

"You might have a point there," and then, in my typical style, I followed up with another joke, "Maybe I should start going lefty or something."

Steve rolled his eyes and took a breath before continuing, "This brings up another important topic. The client has made comments about the similarity of all of our videos. I might have a solution for both of those problems."

I perked up at that, "What do you got for me? I could really go for at least a good blowjob. At this point, I would probably go for a mediocre blowjob." And more excitedly, "Did the search for a lady finally pan out? This could get exciting!"

He responded hesitantly, "Welllll, kind of."

"What the fuck'does 'kind of' mean?"

He held his hand up, basically telling me to chill, and then started in, "You want a blowjob, right?" I nodded. "And we need a different scene to film."

I nodded again, "Go on, Captain Obvious."

"So here's what I've got. You know how hot that girl Candy gets you in the videos you like, how you love watching her give blowjobs?"

I'm sure he didn't really need an answer but I gave him one anyway, "How could anyone not get turned on by that? I close my eyes and picture her looking up at me while she's got me deep in her mouth!"

"What if I could get someone to blow you like that? They wouldn't be as hot but you could just lay back, close your eyes and picture Candy taking care of your every need," he was starting to reel me in again

With my cock still in my hand, I looked his way. "I'm listening."

And he finally just went for it, "Okay, don't interrupt until you hear me out completely. I've been going to this meditation class for a little while now. It's pretty cool, lots of hot chicks, and we cover a lot of different stuff.

"One of the topics is basically self-hypnosis. We work to put ourselves in a trance of sorts where we can totally dive into being something else. It helps people to get out of their own heads and try to see what it's like living like we think other people do. The goal is to come out mentally refreshed and it has been great for me.

"Well, I think I have a solution for your needs and for our stagnant video output. I've watched a ton of Candy's scenes, both the acting and the real performance parts so I know her behavior pretty well. I've been able to consistently go in and out of character as her in class and it's been fun seeing how the other side lives.

"Here's what I'm proposing. If you agree to it, you lay on the bed and we turn out the lights and you can close your eyes if you want. While you get settled I go into my trance and dive into my Candy persona. Once we're there the fun can begin for Candy and for you. You get a blowjob from Candy, we keep the money rolling in and I get a little mental break from my life. What do you think?"

When he finished I just sat there and stared at him, eyes wide open. I'm not sure but there's a good chance my jaw was hanging halfway to the floor as well.

"Well, you're still hard so it can't be all bad!"

I responded with the only defense I could think of, "Dude, I'm always naked and hard!"

He kept pressing, "Yes, but you were just sitting there holding your hard-on when we started talking, and it was only about three-quarters of the way there. You look rock hard now and you've been stroking the whole time I've been talking. I'm pretty sure the idea of getting a blowjob has you all in!"

I was still surprised and feeling more than a little defensive, "Maybe the thought of getting a blowjob perked me up a little. I haven't had a good one in quite a while, and who wouldn't react to the thought of one? That's definitely not how I was thinking about it happening though!"

Steve got up and walked over toward the door and hit the light switch. Before I could say anything he said, "No pressure. Just hang out there in the dark, continue what you're doing."

His room was really dark after he hit the lights. I shrugged my shoulders, not that he could see me anymore, and focused on my still rock-hard cock in my hand. Seconds later I felt the bed shake as he climbed back on and took what I assumed was his former spot.

After a few minutes he spoke up again but I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was super relaxed, "I'm about to slip under. If you feel like you need more than your hand just let Candy know. I'm sure she'll be willing to help you out. Just think of it as an audition for your next film."

I was still trying to act cool but I have to admit I was just as hard as ever. I slowed my stroking and tried to look around. I could see a silhouette a couple of feet to my right but I couldn't make out any details and I couldn't hear much of anything. It seemed safe so my mind opened up a little more and I tried to convince myself that this wouldn't be too weird. A blowjob is a blowjob, and I think I can close my eyes and picture Candy's mouth on my cock.

After another minute or so I decided, What the hell, why not? and broke the silence. "Hey Candy, I've got this rock-hard cock over here. You want to come over here and help me take care of it?"

Almost instantly I felt movement on the bed and seconds later I felt a hand push mine away only to take its place and resume the slow stroking. After exhaling sharply at the new touch I spoke up again, "I guess the answer is yes."

With the dark all around I was feeling pretty bold, "Go ahead, taste it."

Candy was clearly eager to please. Her hand slid down and remained at the base of my cock, holding it straight up in the air, then I felt the bed shift under me again. Before I knew it my bulbous tip was engulfed in moist warmth, followed immediately by an amazing suction sensation.

Involuntarily I exhaled again, "Ahhh." Then with intention, "You like that, don't you?"

Candy didn't respond with words. Instead, she plunged down further, taking my length all the way to the entrance to her throat. There she paused and sucked as she moved to cup and caress my balls. My mind was reeling, God. This is amazing!

I was sure that this was shaping up to be one of the best blowjobs that I'd had. My suspicions were soon confirmed when Candy's warm, wet mouth retreated to my swollen head before reversing directions again. She was taking it nice and slow and I could feel her lips and tongue as they passed over every inch of my cock on their way back down.

Soon, she had again covered all of the wet skin that had been exposed to the cool air but she didn't stop there. I slipped into the entrance to the tight confines of her throat but my journey didn't end just yet, not until I could feel Candy's chin against my balls.

Once I was all the way in she began bobbing her head in small strokes, making sure to keep at least the tip inside her throat. The heat of her mouth combined with the tightness of her throat was amazing. I was torn. My orgasm was begging for release and I wanted it, but I also didn't want this feeling to end.

Not that I ever really had one, but the choice was soon made for me. Candy deep-throated me a few more times before pulling back until I only filled her mouth, leaving me half exposed again.

While she continued to play with my balls with one hand, she brought the other back onto the base of my glistening shaft. There she pumped the base of my cock as she continued to suck hard and plunge my head in and out of her mouth.

The waves of pleasure were coursing through my body and I arched back, grabbing fistfuls of bed sheet in each hand. I couldn't hold back anymore and I started to thrust my hips up off the bed in time with the movements of Candy's head and hand. The only thing keeping me from entering her throat once again was her hand wrapped around the base of my cock.

I kept thrusting as she continued to engulf my manhood with her hand and mouth, sucking me in and then letting me retreat. My movements were getting more desperate. I was aching for the release that was ever so close. Finally, I started to throb. Once the climax started my movement changed again. I went from steady pumping to thrusting hard as cum rocketed out and into Candy's mouth.

It seemed like I was cumming forever as rope after rope burst free. Candy was working her hands, working her tongue, and working her throat to take it all down, not losing any of my seed. My thrusts became smaller and less frequent but on she went. It was almost like she was starving for everything that my balls had to give, dying to suck me dry.

Finally, my movements ceased and Candy retreated all the way back until she was hovering at my tip, gently sucking and licking, making sure she wouldn't miss a drop. This continued until I sharply jerked underneath her. That time had come, the time we all get when any further stimulation is just too much, and you can't take anymore. It didn't take her long to figure it out and she opened her mouth, took a long lick up the underside of my shaft and kissed the tip before turning to move from my lap.

"Damn, Candy! That was definitely not mediocre."

As my softening cock fell to my stomach I allowed my self to relax deeper into the bed. I lay there, eyes closed, relaxed beyond belief and dozed off for a few minutes. I woke up shortly after when the lights came back on. Not the ideal way to wake up but at least I wasn't deep asleep.

Everything was back to normal in the room so I sat back up and gathered up my clothes before breaking the silence, "I think that worked out okay. I guess I could do that again for the camera."

"Only one thing though," Steve responded. "We need to make sure we get a good money shot so make sure to signal when you're close."

"Good point. I'll keep that in mind."

Phase 6:

After that event, we were able to vary the recordings quite a bit. We mixed in solo shots, handjobs and were finally able to add some blowjobs into the mix. And of course, I still kept busy on non-filming days.

Candy was fantastic as always but those days always took more time to get going. We weren't having to turn the lights off anymore but we still had to wait for Steve to settle into his "trance" before we could get going.

One day I found myself back in that position that I was in the first time Steve stroked me for the camera. I was lying on the bed, propped up slightly with a few pillows, turned slightly toward the camera and Steve was to the side/back of me with his hand sliding up and down on my still hardening cock.

I had my head back with my eyes closed and my mouth open, enjoying the moment as I slowly grew in his hand. I was lost in the pleasure, not thinking about anything but the tingling sensations as he gently caressed me. His pace was slow and I could feel the excitement building in my loins equally as slow.

I loved the slow build whether it was from own hand or that of someone else. Finally, the pleasure was getting to me and my cock was standing tall, head swollen and stretched tighter.

As he often did, Steve spoke, partly to me and partly to the living rod in his hand, "There you go. You like that, don't you?"

"Mm-hm," was all I muttered in response.

Then he paused at the base. My cock hard in his hand, reaching toward the ceiling. He liked to tease me like that, to see me squirm.

Come on, I begged silently. I moved my hips in hopes that it would encourage him to continue.

And continue he did. With his hand still wrapped around the base of my turgid member, I felt a new sensation. I suddenly felt wet warmth envelop my mushroom head. My eyes popped open and I looked down to see the back of Steve's head as he slowly lowered his mouth down to take more of my cock.

We'd been in this position before but never without the Candy persona in play. This was actually Steve who was slowly taking my cock deeper into his mouth, taking me into his throat.

I was shocked at the turn of events but certainly not complaining. I'd come to realize that I was much more open-minded about where my pleasure, and resulting orgasms, were coming from. What did I care if Steve was in character or not? The view (and sensation) from my side was the same either way.

Once that train ran through my head I closed my eyes, dropped my head back, and let the pleasure fill my mind once again.

With my cock well supported deep in his mouth, Steve was able to remove his hand from the base. He kept busy with it all the same though, alternating between gently caressing my balls and running his hand up the insides of my legs before returning to cup them again.

The shock of the situation combined with the skillful service that I was receiving was more than enough to push me to an early orgasm. Fortunately, the shorter buildup did not dampen the intensity of my climax.

Lost in pleasure I almost forgot to signal my impending eruption. Before it was too late I opened my eyes and looked down to tap Steve's back in time for him to stop his oral pursuit. Quickly he pulled back and my cock started to fall toward my stomach before he took it back into his hand.

He pulled his head back a little further but still hovered above, watching intently as he pumped with his hand. My cock was still slick with saliva and he pumped with abandon, driving me on toward my release.

I thrust my hips in short strokes underneath him as he continued his work from above. The pleasure was immense and I was quickly driven past the point of return and called out, "Here it comes! Oh god, I'm going to cum!"

Rather than pull back to avoid the streams that were to come, Steve stayed still and continued to stare as he stroked my rock-hard meat. Even when I started to twitch in his hand he kept his position, surely framed perfectly, right in the middle of the screen with my throbbing cock.

The only movement that he made came as yet another surprise as he opened his mouth in an attempt to catch the blasts of cum on his tongue. In between shots, he gulped before opening to try to catch the next one.

Some of the shots went directly into his mouth, some splashed on his tongue and his chin while still others missed entirely, splattering his chin and cheeks with my seed.

With a quality money shot on the books, Steve dove back down and took my still-swollen head back into his mouth. I continued to pulse, depositing more cream onto his tongue as he sucked on the head and worked his tongue around until I finally ran dry.

Once he finished draining me he lifted his head and opened his mouth to show both the camera and me the white prize still filling his mouth, his creamy reward for a job so well done. After his display, he tipped his head back, closed his eyes and swallowed it all down.

With the job complete Steve didn't waste much more time before getting up to go shut off the camera. While standing there he wiped the rest of the cum from his face and casually licked it from his fingers, presumably to avoid having to clean up.

Turning back to face me he just stood there like he would have on any other filming day.

I said the first thing that I could think of that wouldn't give away the shock that I was feeling, and wasn't one of the many questions that I now had, "Well, I guess we don't have to waste time with all of that Candy preparation anymore, do we?"

"Haha. I guess not! Are you okay with how this went?"

A little surprised that he was more worried about my thoughts, "Sure. What about you? You did all the work!"

Just like he responded once, seemingly so long ago, "All in a day's work."

"Well, okay then."

With that, I got my stuff together and got dressed. After a few more minutes of conversation, normal shootin' the shit, I got up to go.

With the door halfway closed behind me, I looked partially back over my shoulder, but not enough for either of us to make eye contact, "By the way, you're easily as good as Candy," and then I finished closing the door and walked on.

This is turning out to be the best side "job" ever. I won't be quitting this one any time soon...