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Dylan did. He was the star quarterback and Rippin was his coach. The other three men
were fellow players.  Ohmygod.
 You like? Eric chuckled.
 You did this for me? Dylan felt tears sting his eyes.
 Don t you think it makes your maiden foray into gay porn easier? Eric opened his
hands in an obvious gesture.
Jay entered the room, shouting,  Get ready! We don t have all day, my pretty boys!
Change!
After another glance at Rippin, Dylan whispered into Eric s ear,  Thank you so much.
 Enjoy. Savor it. Eric cupped his face.
 I am so lucky. Dylan dabbed at his eyes.
 Me too. Go. Get your tight football pants on. Nothing under them, Eric warned
playfully.
As Dylan followed the three younger men into a changing room, he looked back to see
Rippin s eyes on him as Rippin spoke softly to Eric and Jay.
T-Rex asked,  Your first gay film? as he changed his clothing
 Yes. Dylan set the script down and found a football uniform and helmet with his stage
name on it.
 Just forget about the cameras, Toby advised.
 That is how I do it, Philippe said in a thick French accent.
 Yeah, just get off on it. It s getting paid to fuck guys. Toby slipped off his jeans.  It
doesn t get better than that.
As he dressed Dylan asked,  Any of you guys, gay for pay?
 Fuck no! T-Rex shook his head.  That s complete bullshit. Any guy that says that, T
shook his head in exaggeration,  is feedin you a line of complete bull.
 No shit, Toby added.  If you re straight, do straight porn, know what I mean?
 Oui! Philippe agreed.  Why screw men? It makes no sense. Gay for pay! he scoffed.
T-Rex sidled over to Dylan and smiled.  You like our big star?
 Rippin? Dylan admired T s dark mocha skin and good looks.  Yeah, he s fucking
gorgeous.
 He likes you too. T-Rex s brown eyes gleamed.
Dylan s cheeks heated up instantly.  Is he going steady with anyone?
 Going steady? Toby finished putting on his cleats.  Where the hell are you from?
 Ames, Iowa. Dylan felt so comfortable in a football uniform it was as if he was indeed
at Iowa State.
The other three men laughed at his answer.
 And I thought I was far from home, Philippe chuckled.  Mais oui! At least I know porn
stars like Rippin do not  go steady .
 So&  Dylan laced his cleats.  That means he s available?
 Good luck, bro. T patted Dylan s back.  A man like that is pure sex and impossible to
net. But he did show a liking for you& ya never know.
Dylan noticed T-Rex and Toby exchange wry smiles.
They emerged on the set carrying their helmets, to see Eric, Jay and of course, Rippin,
now in a non-descript team coach s costume, standing with three camera men and various other
assistants for lighting, make up, and whatever else they needed.
The moment Dylan emerged, he and Rippin locked gazes. I want you. Oh, lord help me, I
have to have you.
 Gentlemen. Jay waved them over.  I know there s not much dialogue, but did you at
least look it over?
Dialogue? Dylan raced back for the script and flipped pages. Smiling to himself as he
read it, Dylan found it wasn t anything he hadn t said to his own coaches and fellow players time
and again. No need for memorization.
Eric rubbed up against Dylan.  I see you re already excited. He peeked down at Dylan s
tight footballs pants.
 Everything about this is exciting me. Eric, Dylan breathed,  Where did you find
Rippin? Holy shit.
 He s our top man. Eric smiled in pride.  He made Tartarus what it is today.
But& saying that. He s thinking of getting out. He feels he s done his time and wants a change.
 No&  Dylan felt sick at the thought of the man leaving just as he was beginning.
 Don t worry, babe. He s expressed the desire to play with you a few times first.
 Good. Damn. Dylan met Rippin s golden brown eyes again and felt his cock throb.
 Break a leg, gorgeous, Eric encouraged, caressing Dylan s ass.
Frantically searching the script, Dylan asked,  What do we do together? but Eric had
already faded to the background to allow Jay to begin his work.
A backdrop with a pattern imitating tile was lowered behind a bench and a few fake prop
lockers. Dylan glanced again at the script and figured out pretty quickly where it was going. He
was so pumped he couldn t wait.
 Okay, listen up. Jay waved them in a circle.  Big game, blah, blah, blah, you lost, boo
hoo. Coach is mad.
Dylan peeked at Rippin who appeared to be licking his chops to get at him.
 & Coach yells at you, singles Dick out for the lecture, and you know the rest. Jay
flapped his hands around.  Go. Come through that door when we say action.
T-Rex gave Dylan s ass a tight squeeze.  You just enjoy yourself, rookie.
 Holy shit. Dylan couldn t believe any of this was happening. Didn t he deliver pizza
yesterday for a living?
The four men huddled behind a door. Dylan heard someone yell,  Action!
Toby opened the door and they practically fell over each other coming into the fake
locker room.
 Coach is sure going to be mad, Toby warned.
 Yeah, and it s the QB that s going to get it. T-Rex pointed at Dylan.
 Poor man. Philippe exaggerated his pouty bottom lip.  I would not want to be you.
Dylan looked up. Rippin was standing imposingly with his arms crossed over his massive
chest, looking so delicious he should be illegal.
 You assholes! Rippin shouted.  What the fuck was that out there? You didn t listen to a
fucking thing I said! Did you read the damn plays? He glared at Dylan.  Did you?
 Yes, sir! Dylan shouted back in a militaristic style he had used with his coach in
college.
 Put your fucking helmet down and get your ass over here. Now, Rippin ordered Dylan.
He set his helmet on the floor and walked sheepishly over to the beautiful man.
 The rest of you. Hit the showers! Rippin pointed.
Dylan peered over his shoulder at their smirks as they left. Oh, God. I m alone with him.
He s going to touch me.
Rippin cupped Dylan by the back of his head and dragged him closer roughly.  What
have I been tellin you all along? Huh?
 No more interceptions, coach. Dylan inhaled and drowned himself in Rippin s scent.
 How many did you throw, asshole?
 Three coach. Dylan s cock was so hard he wanted that money shot now.
 Three, Rippin roared,  One! On your knees!
Dylan dropped instantly, eye level with one hell of a huge bulge.
 Two! Rippin yelled.
That was Dylan s cue to open Rippin s pants. He was forcing himself not to tremble.
 Three, Rippin snarled seductively.
Dylan flipped Rippin s enormous erection out of his briefs. Swooning at the idea that he
was going to be allowed to suck it, and suck it good, hard and long, Dylan licked his lips,
holding it in his hand.
 What the hell are you waiting for, asshole?
Taking one last peek at the man attached to that amazing organ, Dylan opened his mouth
and devoured it. It tasted like heaven. The scent of Rippin s body was making his own cock
throb and ooze like mad. I m sucking the coach! I m sucking the coach. I can t believe this.
Was it weird? No. Was it horrible to have another man s cock in his mouth? Hell no!
Gripping that large organ in both hands, Dylan moaned in ecstasy, sucking deep and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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