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My name is Will Bronson. I'm nineteen and graduated from high school a little over a year ago. I was counting on going to college, but my old man couldn't afford it. He never went past the eighth grade, so I don't think college is that important to him, anyway. He's an independent trucker and owns his own semi. He hauls for a number of companies and is out on the road more than he's home. He's still having some financial difficulties, mainly because of the horrible increase in gas prices. He keeps telling us it's killing his profits.

Since I couldn't go to college, I had no choice but to go to work myself. Since trucking work was in the family, I got a job with a large furniture store where I was one of the drivers who drove a large truck and delivered furniture to people's houses. I was always strong, so the work wasn't bad, but the pay was miserable. I'd hoped to save enough to pay my way at the junior college someday.

Another driver there and I became pretty good friends. His name was Larry Clayton. We went out together on Saturday nights and drank beer at a sleezy place where local girls hung out, trying to make out with the rednecks who had money. Larry and I didn't have any extra cash to throw around, so we weren't as lucky as some were. But some of the girls flirted with us and told us we were cute and hot. So we scored a couple of times on our looks alone, even though we couldn't buy them drinks.

Larry and I are both fairly muscular, and we made sure our bulges showed prominently through our jeans. We'd let our cocks get hard and then let them hang down inside our pant legs. That always brought over a few chicks who wanted to get fucked. We didn't have any place to go so we fucked them in the parking lot under a tarpaulin in the flat bed of Larry's pick-up truck. Some of them were real pigs, but others were really hot. It was there that I met the best fucking cocksucker I ever had. She could deep-throat me like nobody ever had.

One day, the shipping room manager of our company, a big crude and hairy guy, called both Larry and me into his office.

"Boys," he said as he motioned us to sit down. "I have the sad news that we're gonna have to let you go. Business is in the shit can. It ain't what it should be. And gas prices are fucking us up big time . . . eating us alive on these trucks of ours. I'm sorry as hell to do this because you're both good and steady workers. But I'm gonna give you each two weeks severance pay. It ain't much, but I haven't got a choice. You better not go pissin' it all away on some cunt, because it's all you'll have until you find another job. If you go down to our Personnel office, Joe Hanson will do the paper work and request a check for both of you."

Larry and I sat in front of Joe's desk while he prepared the paper work. Finally, he looked up at us.

"This is the part of my fuckin' job I hate. You got good clean records, both of you. I hate to see this happen. Off the record, though, I'd like to help you. There's a production company here in town that makes TV commercials and other advertising videos. They hire models and the pay is fantastic. Looking at you two and your great physiques, I think you'd be a fucking shoo-in."

"Well, Mr. Hanson," I said, "I can't act worth a damn. I don't think that's for me."

"Trust me, boys, you don't have to be trained actors. They tell you just what to do. I'm not a trained actor, either, but I did some work over there for them, and it worked out fine. And the money is a damned sight more than you could ever earn here."

Hanson took out a piece of paper and wrote down the address. He handed it to me and said, "Here, boys, ask for Eric Lundgren. He runs the place. He'll talk with you and use you in just the right way that will suit you."

The next day, Larry and I trotted over to the Paragon Productions building and was quickly ushered into Mr. Lundgren's plush office. After introducing ourselves, we shook hands and he motioned for us to sit down on the large sofa just opposite his desk.

"What can I do for you, boys?"

"We've both just lost our jobs at Acme Furniture Company, and Mr. Joe Hanson suggested we come to see you."

"Oh, yes, Joe Hanson," Lundgren said with a broad smile. "He is a wonderful model. We have some excellent films of him. What kind of work did you have in mind?"

"I don't know," I said. "What kind of work do you have? We heard you make ads for TV."

"Well, we're very well known for our commercial spots. You've probably seen some of them on TV. Did Joe tell you we also make erotic films?"

Larry and I looked at each other and grinned. "You mean Porn?" I said.

"Well, yes."

"What kind of work did Mr. Hanson do?"

"Joe did excellent work in some of our erotic films. I can tell, even with you dressed, that you have very fine physiques. Just what we need. Would you be interested in that?"

Larry and I looked at each other again. We were both thinking the same thing. Fucking cunts for money would be great.

I said, "Yeah. I guess we're interested."

"Good. In that event, I need to find out a little more about you. A sort of audition, so to speak. With your permission, I'm having this interview filmed so that I can evaluate it later. You will each receive $50 for doing this audition. More if the audition goes well. Would you mind taking off your shirts?"

We removed our shirts and sat back. We glanced around, wondering if some hot girl would come in so we could audition with her.

Lundgren looked hard at our muscular torso. "Oh, yes, you're both very photogenic."

As we sat there, Lundgren asked us all sorts of questions about our age, our education, whether or not we had girl friends, and if we had ever fucked them or got our cocks sucked by them. Also, he asked us whether we enjoyed masturbating. We told him we did.

"Good. Now, would you mind removing your trousers and your underwear."

We were both rather hesitant to do this, but we did, still looking at the door hoping some luscious cunt would walk in.

"I want you to work on your dicks and get them nice and hard. Then I want to see you masturbate.

Larry shook his head. "I don't know about this."

Lundgren smiled. "If you show me how you jerk off I'll raise it to $100 each."

He handed us each a porno magazine full of pictures of fucking. "You can look at these if they'll help you get hard."

We both got fully hard as soon as we looked at the pictures, and we began stroking.

While we stroked, Lundgren said, "Now reach over and stroke each other's cocks."

Larry stopped stroking and said, "Oh no. Do we have to do that?"

I said, "I'm not going to do that. I've never touched another guy's fucking cock in my life, and I'm not gonna start now."

Lundgren leaned back in his chair. "Guys, I have to be honest with you. We do our filming according to the demand of the film distributors. We usually do six months of straight porn, and then we shift gears and do some months of filming gay sex. And that's all we'll be doing for the next four or five months."

"Oh, no," Larry said. He reached for his underwear and started to put it back on.

"Take hold of each other's cocks and you'll each have $500."

Larry and I looked at each other again. We both knew we were desperate for money. What would it hurt? We slowly reached for each other's hard penis and took it in our hand.

"Now stroke it," Lundgren said.

"We didn't look at each other's cock while we stroked, but after a few minutes, we looked.

"Good. You can stop now. That wasn't so hard, was it? And you each earned $500. Now Larry, I want to see you suck Will's cock."

Larry stood up. "That's it. I don't know what you think we are. But I'm not sucking another guy's cock. Come on, Will. Let's go."

As I started to stand up, Lundgren said, "All right. I'll give you each $1,000 for sucking the other's cock. You don't have to suck him to orgasm. I just have to see how you'd look on film as you did it. Okay?"

Larry sat back down. "Can you make it $1,500?"

"Sure. $1,500 it is to each of you. Go ahead, Larry. Take hold of his dick and put it in your mouth. And suck it like your girl friend sucks yours."

I watched as Larry slowly lowered his head toward my dick with his eyes closed. I felt his lips around the head and then felt them slipping down over the whole shaft. I could hardly believe I had my cock inside of my friend's mouth. It really felt good, even better than when a girl sucked my cock. But I was apprehensive about having to put Larry's hard cock in my own mouth.

After a few minutes, Lungren told Larry to stop and lie back while I sucked his cock. It was the last thing I thought I would ever be called on to do. To suck a man's cock. I leaned over and almost dreaded having his cock touch my lips. But I kept thinking that if I didn't do it, I'd lose the $1,500. That was too important.

As I moved my lips over Larry's cock head, it felt smooth and wet. It wasn't as bad as I expected. Maybe it was because Larry was my friend, and not just anybody. I closed my eyes and took about half of his shaft into my mouth. I expected the pre-cum he had would taste terrible. But it had no real taste at all. I cast my eyes up to Larry's face and saw that his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. After several minutes, Lundgren told me to pull off.

"You both did very good. Now, Will, I want you to fuck Larry."

Larry sat up straight and shook his head. "No way. No way will I have any fucking cock up my ass. You can pay me a million dollars, and I wouldn't do it. That's it. I'm leaving."

"Hold on," Lundgren said. "Sit down. Maybe you didn't know, but if I were to make a commercial film of you two going all the way, you could easily make fifty thousand bucks just from that one film. And if you do it real good, and the distributors like it, it may bring you $100,000. And any future films might bring even a couple hundred thousand bucks. If you left now, you'd be throwing all that away. If I can watch you fuck each other now, it'll be worth $3,000 to each of you today."

Larry sat down again on the sofa next to me and covered his face with his hands.

"It might interest you to know," Lundgren said, "that about half the actors doing gay films are straight. Did you know that? We have a shortage of gay actors. These guys do it strictly for the big money. And some of them even learn to like fucking with other men.

Larry continued to squirm.

"Now, you two, I'll guarantee it won't be bad. I haven't filmed a single guy in my career who didn't like it. Now lie down on your back, Larry, and pull your legs up against your chest. And here, Will, take this bottle and lubricate his asshole with it.

I had taken hold of Larry's cock and stroked it, and even sucked it, but I really didn't think I could bear to touch his asshole with my fingers. Fifty thousand bucks. A hundred thousand bucks. I had to do it. I put some of the lubricant on my fingers and worked it into Larry's asshole. I hadn't realized he had such a hairy asshole, very much like mine. As I worked it in, I felt the rim of his asshole snap hard against my fingers.

"Okay," Lundgren said. "Now get up there like you were fucking a woman and push it right in. Take it slow. And Larry, push your asshole out like you're trying to take a shit. That will make it easier for Will to get his dick in there."

I braced myself on my arms and pushed my cock up between Larry's ass cheeks. I felt the head of my penis touching his asshole. I pushed very gently and was surprised to feel my dick slipping right in through his hole. I began to fuck him like I would fuck a woman. But this time the pressure of Larry's hole around my cock felt better than the wet loose pussy of a woman. The tightness of his hole felt so good on my dick.

Lundgren said, "You're doing fine. Now go all the way and fill his rectum with your cum."

There wasn't much holding back for me. My orgasm slipped up on me quickly. As I felt my cum shooting into Larry's ass, I saw that he once again had his eyes closed and was rocking his head back and forth with pleasure. When I pulled out, Larry continued to lie there quietly as though he was in a dream.

"That was terrific," Lundgren said. "Now come on, Larry, it's your turn. Get down on your back, Will."

I lay there on my back and watched Larry move into position over me without a word. It was like he was in a trance. He carefully oiled up my asshole as I had done with him, and then mounted me. He had a dreamy look in his eyes. I felt his hard penis slipping in through my asshole. I didn't expect it to feel so good. I looked into Larry's face and could hardly believe that this friend of mine was actually fucking me. Soon I felt Larry's warm fluid coursing into my rectum as he let out a long moan during his orgasm.

He soon rolled over and we lay side by side on the sofa, both breathing hard to catch our breaths. It felt oddly erotic to feel his bare legs pressing against mine.

Lundgren looked down at us and smiled. "You both passed your audition with flying colors, and I'm ready to give you a contract for a feature length film together. I have to say it is rare that I have ever seen two such splendidly masculine bodies as yours. And those cocks! Positively majestic. One last thing. I want you to kiss each other."

If we'd been asked to do that when we first started the audition, we would have refused. But instead, we turned our heads so we faced each other and slowly brought our lips together.

"Go ahead," he said, "I want to see you French kiss."

We opened our lips and moved our tongues around in each other's mouth. It was an experience of such erotic pleasure that I never thought possible.

After we'd dressed, we left for my car. Before starting it, we both sat in silence and stared straight ahead out of the windshield. The experience we'd just had was literally beyond description. We had entered a world of pleasure neither of us had ever known existed.

Finally, still without looking at Larry, I said, "Have you ever tasted your own cum?"

Larry looked at me. "Yes, but thinking about my having your cock in my mouth, I kind of wondered what yours might have tasted like."

"Me too," I said. "I wonder what yours tastes like, too. I was surprised that your penis tasted good in my mouth."

"Me too," he said. He was quiet for a few minutes. "I didn't know you had such a long ball sack and so hairy. I think a man should be hairy. I touched your balls while I was . . . you know . . . sucking your dick."

"I touched yours, too," I said. "I liked touching them."

"Me too," Larry said. "I never touched a guy's balls before."

"Me, neither," I said.

We turned our head toward each other at the same time. Neither one of us was the same as we had been earlier that day. We saw something in each other's eyes that we'd never seen before. After what Larry and I had done with each other's bodies changed us both. We felt a strange but powerful attraction to each other that we had never felt toward a man ever before.

"I never thought a man's lips were so soft," I said, reaching up and running my finger over his lips."

"Me, neither," he said. He ran his hand gently over my cheek and brought his lips close to mine. Then they touched, and we kissed deeply.

I ran my hand down under Larry's belt and into his pants where I cupped his balls. "I like your hairy balls, too. And I like your hairy ass. I wonder what your hairy asshole would taste like on my tongue."

Larry said, "We've got to find a place where can be alone and find out. I want to know so much more about your body. I'm sorry I kicked up such a fuss back there. I couldn't believe that I was being asked to do those things. But I'm glad I did."

"I'm glad, too. But we can't do anything here in the parking lot. Why don't we go and get ourselves a beer and think about what we can do?"

We drove to a small quiet bar near the edge of town and sat in a dark secluded corner booth.

"I'm going to call Joe Hanson in the personnel office," I said, "and thank him for what he did for us." I took out my cell phone and pressed in the number of the Acme company.

"Mr. Hanson, Larry and I want to thank you for referring us to that production company."

"My pleasure, Will. Did he give you a job?"

"Yes, but not before he put us through an audition."

"An audition?"

"Yes. He said you'd gone through the same audition."

"Oh, I see. That's very interesting. I thought maybe you two would like what he had to offer. You just seemed right for that."

"You thought we'd like it?" I asked. "Why did you think that, Mr. Hanson?"

"Perhaps I should say, I hoped you'd like it."

"We were hesitant to begin with because we never thought we would ever do anything like that."

"But you did like it?"

"Yes, very much."

"Did he audition you together?"

"Yes, and that has sort of changed everything for Larry and me. To be truthful, we've . . . you know . . . ."

"You've realized the attraction you have for each other," said Hanson. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Yes, but we have no place we can go to be together alone. We can't meet at our homes with our families around."

"Don't give it another thought, Will. I would be delighted for you and Larry to come to my house anytime you wish. I know that you must have had to audition on that hard sofa in Lundgren's office. I have a lovely king-sized bed you can have."

"That sounds wonderful, Mr. Hanson. Thank you very much. We'll call you when we're both able to come."

"My pleasure, my dear boy. Goodbye."

Larry and I were happy that we could use Mr. Hanson's house.

I ordered two more beers. "You know, Larry, I've been thinking about my old man. He's really having a rough time making any profit at all with his truck. The price of gas is what's killing him. He worries more every day. He's only forty years old, and wouldn't it be great if he could make a few thousand bucks doing what we'll be doing. He's got a great body and a delicious looking cock. He and I are naked a lot around the house. And I know he jacks off. I've seen him doing it several times. He never seems to mind when I walk in on him. He told me once he just figures we're all men and what the fuck.

"You've seen him jack off?"

"Sure. He'd give old Lundgren a really hot audition. And he could sure use the money."

"Do you think he'd do it?" Larry asked. "And how would you ever let him know about it without telling him about yourself doing it?"

"I've got to think about that. He caught me once in his closet looking through all his dirty pictures. And he wasn't mad. In fact, he said he thought I was old enough and then gave me a tape he had of some friends of his fucking women. I think he's pretty open minded.

Larry said, "Wouldn't that be great if he could make a movie with you and me?"

"I don't know if he'd go that far, but old Lundgren is pretty convincing. You know, I'm pretty sure my old man fucks around a lot when he's gone so much on the road. I looked in the glove compartment of his truck once and found a whole pile of condoms in there. And once I found lying on the floor behind his seat a pair of women's panties. So I'm pretty sure he fucks around. He's good looking enough where I'm sure he could have anything he wanted. I'll see if I can talk to him alone tonight after supper. He'll be back home today after several weeks on the road.

My dad didn't get home until about eight o'clock that evening. He'd already eater supper on the road. I asked him to come to my room because I had something important to tell him.

"Sure, Will," Dad said. "But first I gotta take a shower. I've been sittin' in the truck so long my balls are itchin and crudy."

While I waited, I thought about what I'd tell him. He'd be disappointed that I lost my job, but somehow I'd have to tell him about my new job. Maybe he wouldn't think it was so bad once he heard what kind of money I'd earn.

Soon dad came in, naked as usual and still drying his ass with a towel. "Ah, that feels better. My balls still itch, though. They been swimming in crudy sweat for the last hundred miles. What d'ya got to tell me, son?"

"Well, dad, I hate to say it, but I got fired yesterday. So was Larry. They said the high cost of gas was making them cut back on their delivery service."

"Aw, shit, Will, I'm really sorry."

"But, dad, the personnel director at Acme said I could get a real good paying job at a firm called Paragon Productions. So Larry and I went there, and they hired us."

Dad sat down on the side of the bed next to me. "That's terrific, Will. What kind of job is it?"

I hadn't really planned how I was going to put this to dad, so I just came out with it.

"Dad, they hired both of us as actors in a movie."

Dad put a big grin on his face. "Hey, that sounds great. A movie, huh? That's terrific."

"Well, dad," I said, "it's not a regular movie. It's . . . it's . . . a porno movie."

Dad stood up and faced me. "You mean a fuck flick like the one I let you have to look at?"

"Yeah . . . sort of."

"What made you go off and do a fool ass thing like that?"

I looked up at him and knew I had to talk fast. "It's the money, Dad. Larry and I each got $3,000 just to audition for the guy. And he said I might even make fifty thousand, or maybe a hundred thousand on a full length movie."

Dad's mouth dropped open, and I swear I saw his cock jump a little. "Fifty thousand? A hundred thousand?"

"Yeah, it won't be hard. We just do what he tells us to do."

"A hundred thousand?" Dad sat down again next to me and kept repeating the amount.

"Dad," I said, "that's gonna solve a lot of problems. I may be able to go to school if I earn enough."

"Yeah," Dad said, still staring into space. A hundred thousand?"

"I really hope you aren't mad, Dad. I hope it's all right."

"Yeah, I guess so. You're not a kid no more. You're nineteen. You're a man now, Will. I can't stop you. Not even if I wanted to."

I put my arm over Dad's shoulder. "You know, Dad, we could earn a lot more money than that. Wouldn't it be great if you could earn that much money to help pay for all that gas you use?"

"Yeah."

"Um, I hope you don't mind if I make a suggestion. Why don't you see if you can get a job there also?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about. You're only forty, you've still got a terrific looking body, and on top of that you're a real sexual guy."

"How do you know that?" Dad said.

"Oh, come on, Dad. You and Mom are still getting it on all the time. I hear you. And in between, you're always jerking off. You never hid that from me. And I also know you don't stop having fun when you're out on the road."

"Aw, Christ, Will, I guess I should have expected you knew your old man weren't no angel."

"Dad, you're still an angel. You've just got urges like all of us. Please, Dad, go and talk to the man. His name is Eric Lundgrin. He won't turn you away. Not someone with a body like yours. Just think of the money. That's the important thing. And you'd be earning it by doing stuff you like to do."

Dad smiled at me and said, "I love you, son. Let me think about it."

That night I lay in bed on top of the sheet, stroking myself and picturing my dad making a fuck movie. I purposely didn't tell him that Larry and I would be having sex with each other. When and if Dad went for an audition, he would find out soon enough about what would be expected of him. I thought about Larry's remark that maybe my dad would join us in making a movie. I looked down at my hard, rigid cock standing straight up. I imagined that cock sliding into my dad's asshole and also feeling his cock filling my own mouth and my drinking his cum. With only two or three strokes, I suddenly shot my cum all over my chest and neck.

The next day, Dad called me aside after breakfast and said he'd decided to go that afternoon and see what all this movie-making shit was all about.

I called Joe Hanson to see if it would be all right for Larry and me to come to his house the following Saturday night to use his nice big king-sized bed.

"Sure, Will. I just got a call a few minutes ago from Eric Lundgren asking me if I could come down to the studio to help him give an audition to a prospective model. I'm just about to leave."

"Did Lundgren say who it was you would be giving the audition to?"

"No, but he did say the man was forty years old."

When I hung up, I could hardly contain myself. I called Larry and told him that I was sure my dad was going to have to audition with another man, Joe Hanson, of all people. I knew Dad was thinking it would be with a woman.

I puttered around for the rest of the afternoon, worrying about what Lundgren was putting him through. When my phone rang, it was Joe Hanson.

"Hey, Will. I didn't realize this guy was going to be your dad."

"What happened, Joe?"

"Well, when Lundgren had us masturbating together, it was all right. God, what a cock your dad has. But when he was asked to reach over and take hold of my penis, he threw a real fit. He jumped up and put his clothes back on and stormed out. Lundgren caught up with him before he could leave the building and somehow talked him into returning. I think Lundgren promised him more money than he promised you. When he came back, he also explained that all he was making now were gay movies."

"Then what?"

"He went ahead and stroked my cock, but he wasn't happy. When he told your dad to suck my cock, he threw another fit, but he was calmed down by the promise of even more money. He seemed to get even calmer when I sucked his cock. I think he liked it. When it finally came around to your dad and me fucking each other, there was another big upset. And it was quite a while before Lundgren could settle him down. But after that, things went really smoothly. He seemed to really get into it when he fucked me, and there was no doubt in my mind that he loved having me fuck him. When Lundgren told us to kiss each other, he grabbed me and literally cleaned out my mouth with his tongue while he ran his hands over my ass cheeks and through my crack. When Lundgren told us we could get dressed, your dad wouldn't let go of me and started playing with my balls. Lundgren finally got us apart, and we left."

"My God, Joe, it happened just like it did with Larry and me."

"Will, he asked me if he and I could get together again alone. I think you and he better have a real close talk about the fact you now both like the same thing. And I can tell you authoritatively that your dad is one of the hottest fuckers I've ever had. I hope he knows you like the same thing."

"Well, Joe, I told him about Lundgren, but I didn't tell him that it was a gay movie Larry and I were going to make. I'll tell him when he comes home."

"He should be home by now, Will. But he did tell me he was going to stop off for a couple of stiff drinks before heading home.

Finally, about nine o'clock, Dad came home. He came up to my room. He stood in the doorway and grinned at me. I could tell he was slightly inebriated.

"Hi, Dad. How did it go?"

He staggered in and flopped down on his back on my bed. "It went real good."

"Dad," I said as I sat beside him on the bed. "I have something to tell you. The stuff Lundgren wanted Larry and I to do was gay sex."

He looked up at me with the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. Then he giggled a little.

"Me, too," he said. "Me, too."

"You mean gay sex for you, too?" I said.

"Yup."

"How much money did he offer you?"

He giggled again. "I forgot. Who gives a shit?"

He reached over and ran his hand over my thigh and up into my crotch. "Hey, Will, lemme see your balls. I never did get a good look at `em. Come on. I bet they're nice."

I stood up and stripped off all my clothes. I had a raging hard-on. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around it.

"Did you ever have someone else jack you off, Will? You outta try it sometime."

"I have had someone else jack me off, Dad."

He scooted over a little. "Come on, son, lie down here with me for a bit."

"Not until you get out those clothes," I said.

"I can't. You'll have to take them off for me." Another giggle.

It was another unbelievably erotic feeling for me to strip off the clothes from my dad's body and reveal a physique that I had often seen, but had never really noticed before. By the time I had every stitch removed, I stood and looked down at his stretched-out body. But I suddenly realized he was sound asleep.

I lay down quietly next to him and kissed his face and lips. The feel of his skin on my lips sent lightning bolds through me. I kissed his closed eyes, and his long lashes tickled my lips. I ran my hand down over his torso, through his thick bush of pubic hair, and over and around his still hard penis. I scooted down and ran my tongue over it and sucked his balls into my mouth. I ran my hands over the soft hair on his beautifully shaped legs, followed by my lips and tongue.

I thought about the life-altering experience that Larry and I had gone through, and how it led to the awakening of my profound attraction to my own dad's body.

I lay next to him and stroked my hard cock as I ran my tongue over the head of his. It was only a minute of two before I felt the cramps in my gut that signaled the beginning of my orgasm. Impulsively, I leapt up onto my knees and let my cum shoot down onto my dad's penis and balls. When it was over, I gently licked his cock and balls clean.

I lay down again next to him. I gently raised his head and slipped my arm under it. With our cheeks pressed together, I was soon asleep.


When I awoke in the morning, Dad was gone, and I could hear the shower running. I lay naked and looking down at my morning hard-on. I had the most wonderful feeling of well-being I'd ever had. Soon, Dad came into my room and sat on the side of the bed.

"I'm sorry about last night, son. When I've got a lot on my mind, I get a little heavy on the booze."

I ran my hand over the hair on his muscled thigh, then up under his balls. "It's okay, dad. I hope your audition went well yesterday."

He turned slightly and ran his hand on my thigh also. He smiled as he cupped my balls. "You tricked me, Will. I didn't know you had the same audition he gave me."

"I was afraid you wouldn't go if you knew. Joe called me and told me you had a hard time with it at first, but you started liking it."

Dad stretched out beside me and took me into his arms. "I never realized what it would be like. You know, being with another man. I wish I'd known a long time ago, Will."

"I know, Dad. I didn't either. And I didn't realize how wonderful it would be lying here with you like this."

I told him about cumming all over his cock and balls the night before while he was asleep and then licking them clean.

He smiled at that and then kissed me all over my face. "I wish I'd been awake."

He looked down at my cock. "Maybe I can do that, too, sometime with you. You've got a nice hairy bush down there. You know, that Joe Hanson fella who was doing the stuff with me yesterday sure knows what he's doing. But he was all shaved clean. Didn't have a hair on his body. Lundgren told me that's how they like them for those movies. But he didn't look natural. Didn't look like a real man. I ain't gonna let nobody shave me like that. All that curly hair down in my crotch is gonna stay there."

"I agree, Dad."

Just then, my cell phone rang. It was Eric Lundgren.

"Is this Will Bronson?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry to call you so early this morning. But as you know, I auditioned your father yesterday. I was surprised to learn he's your father. He did a wonderful audition and I want you and Larry and your dad to make a movie together. Since time is money in this business, could the three of you come down here this afternoon so we can get started?"

"Sure," I said. "I'm with my dad now, and I'll get hold of Larry right away."


When we arrived at the studio, Lundgren said, "Great. Now just strip down completely and the girls here will do your make-up. Then we'll get started on a couple of scenes."

The girls finished with our make-up and then told us to lie flat on the table. When they approached us with electric razors, Dad rose up and protested.

"Don't fuck with my hair. All that hair down there is gonna stay there."

"You afraid we're going to strip away your manhood, Mr. Bronson?" one of the girls said.

"Something like that," Dad said. "You're going to leave the hair on all three of us."

Mr. Lundgren was summoned. Dad was so adamant about this, Lundgren gave in.

Lundgren brought us into the elaborately decorated studio, set as a bedroom. "Now I want you two, Will and your dad, to lie on the bed and do some foreplay. In other words, kiss a lot and caress each other's bodies as though you're ravenous for each other."

Dad and I got on the bed, and it wasn't hard for us to do as instructed. It was really the first time we had gone all out on our passion for each other. With my tongue, I tasted practically every inch of his body.

"Now, Mr. Bronson," Lundgren said, "I want you to lift Will's legs and rim him."

"What's that?" Dad asked.

"I want you to lick your son's asshole, and do it like you love the taste of his asshole. And then try to tongue-fuck him."

That hadn't been part of our auditions, and I could tell Dad was hesitant. When I lifted my legs and exposed my asshole, I could see Dad staring at it. I could tell from his expression he wanted it. He gently spread my ass cheeks with his hands and lowered his face into my crack. When I felt his tongue on my asshole, it was like a charge of electricity shooting through my body. He licked fast and furiously, and then as I pushed out, I felt his tongue pushing inside of me. He was moaning as though he couldn't get enough of it.

Dad was on his hands and knees as he rimmed me, with his ass up in the air.

Lundgren turned to Larry and said, "Now, as Mr. Bronson is rimming his son's asshole, I want you to get on your knees and fuck him from behind. But first, I want you to lubricate his asshole with your saliva. Go on, give it a good wetting down."

Larry eagerly plunged his face into my dad's ass crack and noisily slurped away at his asshole. He then rose and pushed his blazing cock into my dad's asshole.

There were three cameramen standing around us, filming us from different angles. Each of them had their cocks out and were stroking them as they filmed. Mr. Lundgren sat in a director's chair nearby with his pants down around his ankles and jacking off as he watched us. He had an enormous prick. It had to be at least ten inches of hot meat. It was really smokin'. While dad was tongue-fucking me, I wished Lundgren would come over and let me suck his cock.

As the afternoon progressed, we became warm and sweaty from the hot lights. The girls came over often and mopped our faces and touched up our make-up.

One of them whispered in my ear. "I'd love to have your cock up my cunt and fuck me. How about it sometime?"

I shook my head, no. Somehow, all the hots I used to have for a girl's pussy had evaporated. The thought of it just seemed vulgar and unappealing now. I'd learned the joys and passion that a man's body now held for me. There was nothing else in the world I now craved but the excitement of a man's body.

By the end of the afternoon, Dad and I had fucked each other. The last scene for the day was when Larry was asked to fuck my Dad's mouth and shoot his cum down his throat. Dad hadn't counted on having to take another man's cum in his mouth, and I could tell he was nervous. I watched as Larry pumped his swollen penis into Dad's mouth, and could tell when Larry came. I could see Dad's Adam's apple bobbing up and down and knew he was swallowing the whole load. I could tell he loved it.

At that moment, Lundgren shot his own load into a small towel. "Okay," he said as he pulled up his pants. "That's a wrap for today. Tomorrow, we'll have you each sucking cum out of each other's asshole. We want to get some good close-ups of that."

After the cameras were set aside, I watched one of the cameramen sucking off another cameraman. What an experience this was.

We had been invited to go over to Joe Hanson's house afterward, but Dad and I decided we wanted to be alone together that night. So Larry went on to Joe's house without us.

Dad and I went directly to his favorite tavern for a few beers. We sat in a booth next to each other.

Dad put his hand on my crotch under the table. "Listen, Will, I'll be off on another trip with the truck in a couple of days. Why don't you come with me this time?"

"I don't think so, Dad. When we finish this movie in a couple of days, Lundgren wants me to do some more short films with other guys. Besides, I'd just cramp your style. You know, I'm no idiot. I know the fun you have when you're out on the road."

"You do?"

"Of course, I do."

"Well, son, I ain't really interested in them cunts no more. I've had some great blow jobs from some of them, but fucking those sloppy wet pussies don't interest me now."

He squeezed the bulge in my pants. "Not after I tasted your sweet asshole and gave it a good fuck. And what's missing from those fucking whores is a good cock to put up my ass, like yours."

"I'll bet if you looked around, Dad," I said, "at those truck stops, you'd find some other drivers who'd give you a good fuck."

"Yeah, maybe. There is one big guy I run into a lot at truck stop restrooms. He's always standing close to me and looking at my cock as I pee. Come to think of it, he's usually got a blazing boner, too."

I reached over and unzipped Dad's pants and pulled out his dick. He did the same with me. We started to jack each other off. No one could see us since it was under the table. We stroked each other for only a few minutes until we both felt that we were going to cum. We let it shoot. I felt his cum dribbling all over my hand. We tried to stifle our moans.

When we finished, we tucked our pricks back in and zipped up. We each licked the cum off each other's hands. When we got up to leave, we saw we had cum splattered all over the front of our pants. As we walked to the cash register, we could see some other customers very obviously looking at our crotches.

We didn't care. Dad said only, "These fuckers should be so lucky!"