Slut Up and Kiss Me [Boy/Boy]

Chapter 1: Duplicity

Shut Up and Kiss Me [Boy/Boy]: Chapter 1: Duplicity

Nicholas's POV

               I moaned as my partner pounded into me, his nails raking into my back. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and smiled just as the boy picked up his pace. I could feel him filling my hole with his pulsating erection. He pulled out as one of the crew members zeroed in, getting a close up of him pumping himself a few times. I turned to lay on my back, the comforter sticky with perspiration. I looked at him with my best lust filled glare, my hand moving to help him out. He threw his head back and began to breathe deeper. I moved onto my knees and took his gorgeous cock between my lips. I sucked and forced him down my throat without any difficulty, I had performed oral sex more than my fair share of times and doing so now was effortless. His fingers knotted in my hair, moving my head forward and back. I released him seconds before he came, his juices lands all over my lips and cheek. He looked down and smiled, his chest still heaving. His hand enclosed around my own throbbing dick and pumped it, his fingers lingering on my head. I let out a whimper, having been caught by surprise. His smashed his lips onto mine, his salty cum slipping into my mouth. I forced myself not to gag at the taste. I pulled away and allowed myself to be taken in by the pleasure that was slowly enveloping me. His fingers slipped back into me, jolts of ecstasy shooting through my entire being. I exploded in his palm, my head suddenly sensitive. He kissed me again, out lips moving together as he pushed me back onto the bed. We continued until the director gave the signal and walked onto the set. 

"I swear, if you boys get any hotter it's gonna be illegal." It was technically already illegal since I was only seventeen but they were under the impression I was eighteen. I was amazed what a fake ID did for me... My partner was still trying to regain his breathing but managed to smile widely. He was cute but not really the kind of guy I would be interested in dating, not that I would anyway. "...and you, my little star," He handed me a towel, "the camera loves you!" I wiped the drying cum off my lips, not wanting to taste the foul substance again. I swung my legs off the side of the bed, my limp dick flopping between my legs. I wrapped the towel around me and tucked in the corner to prevent it from falling. 

"Hey Austin," I turned at the sound of my stage name, knowing it came from the guy that had just fucked me. 

"Yeah?" I pushed my sweaty hair out of my face, getting aggravated with the fringed ends. 

He pushed a piece of paper into the palm of my hand. "Call me if you're up for a round two." He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled me forward, his lips finding mine again. 

"Don't hesitate to request another scene." I whispered back, loving the way goose bumps erupted over his shoulders. Before he could say anything else I made my way to the showers, eager to get the smell of sex off me. While I loved my job, what I did for my money was my business. 

               I quickly washed up and changed before slipping out the back door. It led into an alley way and at a few minutes past noon, the sun beat mercilessly down on me. I pulled my hoodie over my head and kept my head down. The last thing I needed was a sun burn. I walked out onto the main street and caught the bus that would drop me off just in time to make it to my last period. I technically didn't have a sixth period but I used the free time to infiltrate the main offices. I took the job as a student aid, giving me full access to all student files whenever the secretary that worked next to me left the room, which was more than you would expect. It now took me less than a minute to pull up my file and change any absences I may have, leaving no one the wiser as to where I really was most days of the week. Did it make me a slut to have random sex with strangers on camera for money? Possibly, but I really didn't care for labels anyway.