Description: I am so lucky to work for a porn company! Tens of thousands of men are out there watching some twink get fucked on screen. I can go over to the studio and see him walk into the room. Oftentimes he’ll be naked, if there is a shoot going on. It’s not like a movie set where there is an assistant waiting to wrap a robe around the star as soon as the director yells “cut!” These guys have no modesty. You might think they get more sex than they want in front of the camera, but a lot of times that’s not really fulfilling, for lots of reasons. So yeah, semi-naked, naked, twinks running around in a sexually charged atmosphere, and It’s not like I’m dog meat. My body is fit, my face is nice enough in a rough ‘real man’ kind of way, and my dick is huge. Definitely lands in the ‘beer can thick’ range. Not literally, but I don’t think there are any men who are actually as big around as beer cans. There are certainly twinks who can barely get their fingers around my piece, though. They may not be able to get their hand around it, but that doesn’t stop them wanting to get their ass wrapped around it. Yeah! So anytime I have an excuse to head over to the studio, I take it. In fact, I usually manage to think one up once or twice a week. Legrand knows what’s up. I work hard and I’m good at what I do. If I want to take an hour off to bang a cute boy’s ass, it’s no big deal. A few days ago, I got to go over and there he was, Hugo Dupre. In the flesh, and sweet delicious flesh it is. He wasn’t filming so he had on some jogging shorts and a tanktop. I would never tell a boy he had to put out for me. Legrand wouldn’t put up with it, and I just wouldn’t anyway. They do know I’m important, though, and between that and me being the stud that I am, most of them are seduceable. Hugo certainly was. He walked in and looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights. He wanted me. I asked him if he was filming and he said “no.” He had just stopped by for something or other, I didn’t care what. I was there and he was there, looking oh so fuckable, and neither of us had anywhere to be for the next hour. More than enough time for some fun. I told him to come sit between my legs. He wasn’t sure, but I turned on the charm, including showing him the outline of my cock in my jeans. Needless to say, sitting there looking at that piece of candy, it was rock hard. I got him snuggled up against me, my cock throbbing between his shoulder blades. Then I started massaging his shoulders and chest, whispering in his ear. I was a twink once. I know exactly what being in that position does to a boy. I shower often enough not to stink but I sure as hell smell like a man, not Irish Spring. Yeah, he was getting that smell, my strong hands exploring his body, my gravelly voice telling him to just relax. I could feel him melt. If he had been standing up, his knees would have gone weak. I got his shorts and shirt off. He was standing there in tighty whities. I mean is there anything cuter than a twink, looking so wholesome, in a clean pair of white jockey shorts. Not the fluffy kind with somebody’s name on the waistband either. I don’t want another man’s name on my boy. The only thing better is peeling them off of him and working my fingers into his tight moist hole getting him ready for the ride of his life.
October 23rd, 2025
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