Chapter 3. Getting Acquainted

Kyle sat on the couch in Max Viggo’s office, drinking a bottle of water. It was the day he got to fuck Ron Hunt. He had paid a lot of money to accomplish that and even thrown in a clause of his own…barebacking and rimming. Kyle made it a point to always use condoms but for some reason, he couldn’t think of having Ron any other way. He wanted flesh on flesh. Of course, he had given that bastard of a producer/director his medicals showing how clean he was. And he had been given a copy of Ron Hunt’s medicals too. He was looking forward to rimming the hell out of the sexy twink. 

If he was going to blow Ron’s mind, make him dissolve into a puddle from exquisite pleasure, he definitely had to give Ron the tongue-fucking of his life. Kyle couldn’t wait to have that gorgeous body beneath him…dominated, out of his mind with e*****y. Max had told him that Ron didn’t allow kissing and didn’t rim others. Kyle had chuckled at that piece of information. Ron didn’t have to worry about that. Kyle didn’t mind not kissing and didn’t expect to be rimmed either.

Not only did he want to make Ken happy, but just like Ken, he also wanted to watch Ron Hunt lose it. He had seen all the videos Ken had given him of Ron and the more he watched him on screen, the more Kyle wanted to watch him explode with pleasure. Kyle couldn’t help but notice that Ron hardly made a sound in his videos. He planned on changing that. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Ken’s face in two weeks when he presented him with his dream porn video on their birthday. What his brother wanted, his brother got! The good thing was that he was also going to get what he wanted; his brother back in chemotherapy. A deal was a deal!

The door opened and Max entered, followed by Aaron. Kyle’s breath hitched in his throat. He thought Ron was even more handsome in person.

“Ron, meet Dylan,” Max said looking from Kyle to Aaron. Kyle had decided to use his middle name for the project. “He’s the one you’re…err…going to be working with today. I’ll leave you two to get acquainted. I’ll let you know when we’re ready for you.” With that, Max beat a hasty retreat.

Max Viggo had never made as much money on a video as he had made on the video they were about to shoot. And he didn’t even need to sell the video to make that money. All he had to do was hand over the film to Dylan after the shoot. Max was a very happy man.

Kyle stood up and moved closer to Aaron who finally got a good look at the sex god who was going to fuck him. Aaron gasped. The man was mouth-wateringly gorgeous. 

“How tall are you?” Aaron asked, staring up into the most captivating eyes he’d ever seen.

“Six ’three,” Kyle answered with a chuckle. 

“And how big are you?” Aaron asked, still staring at Kyle with grey eyes so dreamy Kyle blinked so he wouldn’t get lost in them.

“I weigh…”

“Not that. How big is your cock?” Aaron kept his eyes locked on Kyle’s. If he was going to get fucked, he needed to know what he was getting.

The surprise in Kyle’s eyes was clear for Aaron to see. “I’ve never bothered to measure. Want to do the honours?” Kyle drawled and then gasped when Aaron’s hands promptly went to the zipper of his jeans.

Aaron smirked. “You’re new at this aren’t you?” He unzipped Kyle, his eyes still locked on Kyle’s.

It was only when his hand delved into Kyle’s boxer briefs and touched his semi-hard cock that Aaron tore his eyes from Kyle’s and looked down at the long thick cock in his hand. For the second time since he saw Kyle, Aaron gasped.

“God, you are huge.” Aaron stared at Kyle’s cock. “I…I don’t think I can…I’ve never done this.” Aaron was rambling.

“You will be fine,” Kyle said quietly.

“Easy for you to say, dude. I’ve never bottomed before. This monster will split me into two.” Aaron looked very worried. “Shit!” He whispered. What had he gotten himself into? “The asshole who paid that shitload of money to see this is a sadist, a pervert, a jerk, a…”

“I won’t hurt you…much. I promise.” Kyle said softly, enjoying the stroking of Aaron’s hand. Kyle didn’t think Aaron even noticed what he was doing. No way was he going to admit that he was the asshole the troubled porn star was referring to. Aaron’s eyes looked glazed. He seemed to be far away, worried but obviously enjoying stroking the rapidly hardening flesh in his palm. “Hey, Ron?”

At Kyle’s mention of his name, Aaron quickly came to himself and stopped stroking the now hard cock. He licked suddenly dry lips and then started to force the pulsing manhood back into Kyle’s boxers. It was difficult but Aaron eventually succeeded in doing just that and zipped Kyle up. 

“Sorry. I’m Ron.” Aaron extended his hand. 

“And I’m Dylan.” Kyle took Aaron’s hand in a firm handshake.

“So, we know the rules. I don’t do kissing and I don’t rim,” Aaron said in a hard voice. The clause said he had to bareback and bottom. It didn’t say anything about kissing and him having to rim someone so he sure as hell wasn’t going to do that.

“I don’t care about the kissing but I’m looking forward to rimming the fuck outta that bubble butt.” Kyle drawled, making Aaron flush.

“I don’t have a bubble butt.” He croaked. 

“It’s still sexy,” Kyle husked.

“Knock yourself out, dude. It’s your…”

The door opened then and a young lady stuck her head in to tell them Max was ready for them.

Aaron looked at Kyle. “Let’s do this. But hey, go easy on me will you?”

Kyle stared quietly at Aaron for some seconds and then gave a brilliant smile. “Okay.”

“Shit. What have I gotten myself into?” Aaron muttered as he turned around to go out of the office.