It turns out making a good sex tape is harder than you’d think.

The first things we ran into were nerves. As soon as the thought sank in, I started getting cold feet. After all, I knew how much could go wrong, having been a victim of revenge porn before. At the same time, I trusted Chad in a way I’d never trusted anyone. We both knew so much about each other, from our bodies to our desires to everything else, so if there was anyone I’d ever do this with, it was him.

Part of me was just plain self-conscious. I’d obviously been naked on camera before, but never like this. And I’d never liked hearing recordings of my voice, which had always sounded weird and unnatural to me. I could only imagine how off-putting it would be to see myself making faces while gasping and groaning and whatnot.

Chad was nervous, too, for apparently the same reason. I told him he had nothing to worry about, since I knew what he was like during sex, which was really fucking hot. He insisted the feeling was mutual, so we both took a deep breath and decided to go ahead with this. We promised each other we’d keep the video totally private, so no one would see it but us.

The next question was exactly how to do it. We’d obviously seen our share of amateur porn, so we knew most of it was crap. We didn’t want our sex tape to be some unflattering blurry image. We wanted it to be as sexy as we could make it, especially since we both planned to jack off to it when we were apart.

We wanted inspiration, so we spent the whole next night watching porn. Some of it was stuff we already knew, like the Flynn Taylor videos that Chad had always loved. But we wanted to broaden our horizons, so we also watched plenty of new stuff. We took notes the whole time, which felt weird at first, but it ultimately paid off.

I noticed Chad liked videos where the guys’ whole bodies were in frame. He got especially turned on by certain porn stars—basically guys who were his type—and he liked seeing them mix up their positions. His favorite positions were the same ones he liked in real life, like the deep stick and the reverse cowboy, and he especially loved watching flip fucks.

As for me, I was most turned on by hot bottoms. I liked watching their expressions while they got drilled. Dirty talk got me particularly hard, especially when it sounded like Chad’s. I loved the money shots most of all; to me, there was nothing hotter than watching a guy cum and imagining how his orgasm must feel.

By the end of that night, Chad and I were dying to have sex. Ironically, we didn’t even think to set up any cameras. We were too caught up in the moment. After all those hours of porn, our hormones were raging, and our dicks were both begging for a release.

“See what you do to me?” Chad asked while we were making out.

I put my hand on Chad’s crotch, which was as hard as concrete. A spot of pre-cum had already leaked through his pants. “Mm,” I mumbled between kisses. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

I undid his fly and slid my hand inside. I gripped his engorged cock and gave it a tug.

“Careful,” he said. “You don’t want me to cum yet, do you?”

I didn’t answer. I broke off our kiss, grabbed his pants and underwear, and pulled them off. Then I flipped him over so I had access to his butt. Without another word, I stuck my face in his crack, and I started eating him out.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. I felt his boyhole contract against my tongue. Then, a second later, his sphincter relaxed.

Chad’s scent was stronger than usual, since we’d spent that day out and about, yet I wasn’t about to complain. I licked his skin and savored his salty sweat. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of that ass.

Suddenly Chad’s body tensed up. “Stop,” he said, and he tried to push my head away.

“What?”

“Just stop.”

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

“I fucking love it,” he said, “but trust me.” Then, before either of us could say anything else, a massive fart came thundering out of his ass.

“Holy shit!” I yelled as I tried to wave away the smell. “That’s so fucking gross!”

“I warned you!”

“You didn’t warn me you were about to fart.”

“I didn’t want to put it like that,” he said. “It’s not exactly a turn-on.”

“Not exactly a turn-on?” I said. “You know what’s worse? Blasting fucking mustard gas in my face!”

“Sorry....”

I wanted to be pissed, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. Then Chad cracked a smile, and he started laughing too. “Asshole!” I said as I gave his butt a good slap.

“You love this asshole,” he said as he pulled his cheeks apart. “Just admit it.”

“Well yeah, you could say that.”

“Okay good—”

“I just don’t like when it throws unpleasant surprises at me. So you know, if that happens when we’re filming, we’ll need to do a take two.”

“That’s fine by me,” he said. “We can do as many takes as you want.” With that, he spread his legs and stuck his ass back in my face.

By that point the smell was pretty much gone, so I couldn’t say no to his offer. I ravaged Chad’s ass, first with my mouth, then with my cock. It was a good thing Seth wasn’t home, because we were fucking loud, and we couldn’t help it. We romped all over the bed, and we gave each other the workout of a lifetime.

We finally collapsed on the sheets when we were both out of breath and wet with cum. “Fuck, that was incredible,” Chad said. “I don’t know how we’ll capture that awesomeness on film....”

“Well,” I said, “I guess that’s the challenge.”

“I mean, I don’t want to be the one who fucks it up....”

“You won’t be,” I said. “As far as I’m concerned... you’re the star of the show.”

Chad snorted. “The shit that comes out of your mouth—”

“I mean it.”

“Uh-huh.” He ran a hand through my hair. “If you’re going to put it that way... I guess that makes you my star too.” And he gave me a long, deep, toe-curling kiss.

We didn’t get back out of bed till morning, and when we did, we found a bunch of alerts on our phones. Apparently our fraternity brothers were having quite the time in Cancun. Their Twitter and Instagram feeds kept showing them getting drunk and laid and who-knows-what-else.

I couldn’t help noticing how many pictures included random shirtless boys. I wasn’t necessarily surprised, knowing how many of the Kap Eps were gay. But I did find myself wishing Chad and I could’ve joined in the fun. I thought back to a few months before, when he and I had hooked up with that couple on the beach. I could only imagine how much of that was going on right then. At the same time, I was glad I was spending my Spring Break where I was. I told myself I could still look forward to Rush Week, which was not far off—and if all went well, hopefully Chad could join us then too.

I could tell Chad was thinking along the same lines. When we visited his dad in the hospital that day, he peppered Dr. Batra with questions. He made clear he wanted his old man transferred to L.A. as soon as they could manage. At one point he called his aunt and put her on speaker so they could discuss as a group.

He tried to include his father in the meetings, but it was hard to gauge how much the guy understood. Captain Collins seemed lucid at times, but he didn’t say much, and it was easy for him to get confused. In fact, we couldn’t tell if he remembered who I was, so Chad made sure to remind him. I’d hoped the old man would warm up to me, at least over time, but he kept acting really gruff. I couldn’t tell if that was just his personality, or if it had to do with his injury, or if he just didn’t like me—or if he still took issue with his son being gay.

I was waiting for a private moment so I could talk to Chad. But then my phone rang, and I saw it was my mom. “Hey,” I said as I stepped out of the room.

“Hi, honey,” she said. “How’s your trip going?”

I closed the door behind me. I didn’t want to talk about that in detail, least of all in front of Chad’s dad. “It’s good,” was all I ended up saying.

“Listen,” she said, “I’m working on our plans for Amy’s graduation. Will Chad be coming with you?”

Shit, I thought. To be honest, I’d never thought to invite Chad to my family events. It kind of felt like my worlds were colliding, and I wasn’t sure what to think about that. “I-I don’t know....”

“I can book a room for you boys,” she said. “I’m assuming you would want to share a bed.”

“Aw jeez, Mom—”

“What? Are you saying you wouldn’t?”

“I mean....”

“I’ve been reading up on this.”

“What are you talking about? Reading up on what?”

“Well, there’s this one gay writer in particular—what’s his name? Savage. He talks about sex-positivity, which I’d never heard of before, but apparently it’s a thing—”

“Oh God—”

“And I’m also watching lots of Ellen.”

“Mom!”

“What? You made it sound like I didn’t understand. So I’m trying to fix that.”

I gritted my teeth. As usual, she always seemed to know just how to exasperate me. “Never mind....”

“Is there something I should be doing differently?”

“How awkward are you trying to make this?”

“I’m just asking.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. “I don’t know what to tell you. I-I guess if you want to make a reservation, go ahead.”

“All right,” she said. “I want you to know, Scott... I really hope Chad does come. I’ve been wanting to meet him. For real this time, not just over Skype.”

“Okay fine. I’ll see what I can do.” Even as I said it, I looked back at the closed door behind me. I couldn’t help noticing the contrast. After all, Chad’s dad had seemed to want nothing to do with us, even before he’d been hurt. Yet my mom was so supportive, she was driving me nuts. I figured I should count my blessings with her, though I’d never say that out loud.

I talked to Chad about it at lunch. I was definitely nervous at the thought of him with my family. Part of me thought I shouldn’t feel that way, considering how I’d stayed with his mom and his brother, and now I was spending time with his dad. Then again, a big family event seemed like a whole new level of commitment. There was no telling how many of my relatives he’d meet, or what the others might say behind our backs. Not to mention that my folks were nowhere near as wealthy as his; our house didn’t overlook the California coast, nor did we hang out at black-tie dinners and such. I was worried he’d think we were Midwestern hicks.

“I mean,” I said, “it’s up to you if you want to go. It’s basically in the middle of nowhere—Dartmouth, I mean—so you’d basically be stuck there with us.”

Chad sighed. “Listen. Right now I’d rather be anywhere but here. So yeah, getting away from it all sounds really fucking nice. I just, well, first I need to get Dad to that rehab facility. Which I really hope to God happens soon.”

“You know... whatever you need me to do for you, all you’ve got to do is tell me.”

“What?”

“I know how much stress you’re under. And I know you don’t like to let it show. But I want to help you, and I can take stuff off your hands. Whether that means running errands or talking to someone or figuring shit out... I’ll do it.”

Chad shook his head. “I’m okay. Like I said, the main thing I need is an escape.” I saw a subtle twinkle in his eyes. “Like the little opus we’re making.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Hell yes,” he said. “I told you, our adventures have helped keep me going. So yeah, that shit is just what the doctor ordered.”

I couldn’t argue with that. It made me that much more determined to make the best sex tape I humanly could.

I wanted this video to be downright epic, so I scoured the Internet for advice. I found a bunch of sites devoted to the subject. Each had its own take on things, but they did keep bringing up a lot of the same themes.

Almost all of them said to keep an eye on the lighting. Professional photographers apparently used something called a three-point setup, which was supposed to make people look especially good. Chad and I couldn’t use professional lights, of course, but the bedroom did have floor lamps with dimmer switches. We spent a few hours experimenting with those. Chad basically acted as a stand-in: he lay on the bed while I moved the lights around and tried to gauge what looked best. Eventually we found an arrangement that seemed to work, which gave us the same soft lighting you see in actual porn.

The websites also said to plan the camerawork in advance. We were tempted to use a single handheld camera, and just film ourselves in the heat of the moment. But we didn’t want it to look too amateurish, and we wanted to be able to edit the footage if needed. Again, we couldn’t bring in professional equipment, so we just worked with what we had handy. We opted to set up three cameras: my iPad would film a master shot of both of us together, while my phone would focus on Chad, and his phone would focus on me.

We also had to make sure we’d have plenty of privacy. As much as Seth liked to work late, we knew we couldn’t leave anything to chance. So we tried to ask him about his schedule as subtly as we could.

“Oh jeez, I’m sorry,” he said. “I know I haven’t been around that much—”

“It’s okay,” Chad said. “I-I mean, I know you’re busy and all—”

“This week is pretty crazy. I’ve got back-to-back meetings for days. Friday I’m going to a fundraiser in Alexandria, and it won’t get out till late, so I’m going to spend the night with Claire. But I’ll make time Saturday, I promise.”

I licked my lips. Claire was Seth’s fiancee, and she lived in Rosslyn, which was at least a half hour’s drive away. I made a mental note that Friday seemed pretty safe.

“I’ll see if Claire can join us.”

“What?” Chad asked. “Oh... you mean Saturday?”

“Well yeah,” Seth replied. “I know she’d love to see you. Especially while Scott’s still in town.”

“If she wants,” I replied. I hated being reminded that I had so little time left with Chad. But I tried to keep the best poker face I could. The last thing I needed was for Seth to discover our plan.

While we waited for Friday to roll around, we debated the most important question of all, which was what we’d be doing on camera. This was where our porn-watching came in particularly handy. Neither of us liked those old-school videos with the famously shitty acting, where someone would seduce a plumber or a pizza-delivery guy or whatever. We liked the videos where the porn stars just sat down, chatted for a few minutes—often with the cameraman—then got down to business. We wanted to do something along those lines, except we thought the chatting could be awkward, and we obviously didn’t have a cameraman to talk to.

We decided to start the video with us fully clothed. Then we planned to start making out, and we’d let one thing lead to another from there. Chad wanted to bottom first, which I wasn’t opposed to. Then we’d most likely flip fuck, and we’d keep going till we’d both gotten each other off.

It sounded simple enough, but it wasn’t. We had to choreograph it in enough detail that we’d know what to expect, and we’d need to make sure the cameras were always in position. At the same time, we obviously wanted to keep things sexy, so we had to leave room for improvisation—if that was the right word—and keep our lovemaking as passionate as we could. Of course, there was no telling how it would work till we actually gave it a shot.

We ended up abstaining from sex for two nights. We still kissed and snuggled and stuff; we just didn’t fuck or jack off. We wanted to save up our juices for when it really counted.

By the end of the second night, we were both really horny. I kept tossing and turning, trying to ignore my raging erection. The anticipation was killing me: I seemed to go back and forth between feeling excited versus anxious versus eager versus itchy. Or some unholy combination.

One thing was for sure though: I did like the experience of working with Chad. This was the first time we’d done anything creative together, so it made for an interesting dynamic. In some ways our tastes lined up perfectly, but in others they were totally different. There were times when it had taken some doing to get on the same page, and sometimes we hadn’t ended up where we’d planned. But we’d gradually learned how to throw ideas at each other, talk them through, and ultimately figure shit out. I actually wanted to explore that side of our relationship some more, once we’d finished what we were doing.

I rolled over in bed and looked at Chad. I’d expected him to be as restless as I was, but somehow he’d managed to doze off. I watched him sleep, and I couldn’t help noticing how peaceful he looked. I put my hand on his cheek, and I gave his forehead a soft kiss. Then I lay back, and I did my best to relax.

The next thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing sun. I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was Friday—which meant it was finally showtime.

The first thing we did, long before the cameras were rolling, was to douche. We’d heard conflicting stories as to whether enemas were a good idea, but after having experienced Chad’s fart, we wanted to err on the side of caution. We definitely didn’t want messes or other technical difficulties. We’d bought one of those plastic bulbs that you can use to clean your ears. The bulb wasn’t huge, but under the circumstances, we figured it would work.

I went first: I made myself comfortable and sat down on the toilet. Then I reached over to the sink, filled the bulb with water, brought it to my ass, and squirted the water up my butt.

I had to clench my hole to make sure no water dripped out. My nether regions tingled, which was a pretty weird sensation. I swiveled my hips to make the water slosh around inside me. Finally I sat back on the toilet, and I relaxed my sphincter till a powerful stream poured out of my ass.

Once I’d emptied myself out, I flushed the toilet, then started the cycle all over again. I kept rinsing my innards till the water came out clear. Then I wiped myself—just to be safe—and I got in the shower.

I heard Chad open the bathroom door. I peeked through the curtain and watched him sit down. Then he did the same thing I’d just done: he filled up the bulb, stuck the tip inside him, and squirted.

Chad looked up. “You like watching me clean my own ass?”

“Always,” I said. “But I reserve the right to inspect that ass myself. You know... for quality assurance.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Plus it’s been a while since I’ve seen you stick something up there.”

“You mean besides your cock?”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Unfortunately our toys are all back at your apartment.”

“Well,” I said, “if this goes well, maybe we’ll need to do a sequel. Toys and all.”

“Maybe so.” Then Chad released his bowels, and the water gushed into the toilet.

I loved how we seemed to have no boundaries left. It didn’t seem the slightest bit weird to see Chad sitting on the pot, buck naked, while I showered just a few feet away. Then again, this was in some ways nothing new. After all, I’d seen Chad naked long before we’d officially met.

When I got out of the shower, I did feel unusually clean, both inside and out. But I couldn’t wait to get dirtied up again. I was tempted to just keep my clothes off, head over to the bed, and wait for Chad to join me. But all the websites said to focus on what would be hot onscreen, even if it felt awkward in real life—and we’d both agreed to shed our clothes on camera. So I got dressed in spite of myself, and I checked to make sure I had everything ready.

A minute later, Chad got out of the shower, toweled himself off, and donned his costume of sorts. It was his old Kobe jersey and a pair of nice jeans. He looked like the ultimate horny jock—which of course was not far from the truth.

“Okay,” I said. “Are you ready for this?”

Chad took a deep breath. “Let’s get this party started,” he said. I could tell he was trying to hide his jitters. And if I was being honest with myself, I basically felt the same way.

Chad sat down on the bed while I stepped behind the cameras. I had to hit record separately on each one, though it just took a few seconds. “All right then,” I said. “I guess that means action.”

“C’mere,” Chad said as he motioned me over.

I followed his orders, stepped up to him, and gave him a kiss. Chad wrapped his arms around me, and we started making out. It kind of felt like we were being watched, but I forced myself not to think about that. I pretended this was like any other makeout session, where we could ignore the rest of the world and just let our urges take over.

Chad fell back against the mattress, and he pulled me along with him. As he did, he grappled with my fly, till he managed to undo my button. Then he yanked down my zipper and slid his hand inside. “I want your cock so bad,” he gasped.

“Hell yeah,” I said without thinking.

“I mean it,” he said. “You’re gonna need to pound me so hard....”

I’d almost forgotten how hot his dirty talk could be. As far as I was concerned, Chad could put professional porn stars to shame. “Are you sure you can take it?”

“Hell yeah. I’m so fucking horny right now....” He slid his hand down my shaft. “I’m dying to get that inside me....”

“Maybe I should make you wait. You know, just for fun....”

“You fucking tease!”

“That’s the idea,” I said as I nibbled on his earlobe. I ran my hand up his abs, and I pulled his shirt up till his whole midriff was exposed. Then I crouched down and kissed his treasure trail. I flicked my tongue against his skin—doing it just the way he liked it—till I got to his bellybutton and ran circles around it.

Chad let out a sigh, and he rolled his head from side to side. I was almost afraid he’d look at the cameras, but he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed his jersey and pulled it over his head.

“There we go,” I said. I kept kissing his torso as I made my way up. I put my hands on his pecs and massaged them, gently at first, then gradually deeper and deeper. His nipples were both hard as a rock, and I relished the way they rubbed against my palms.

“Are you gonna make me beg?”

“Sh,” I whispered. I kissed the underside of his chin, then made my way to his lips and started sucking away.

Chad clutched my body as we made out. His boner pressed against my thigh, and it was throbbing just as hard as I’d expected. A rush of hormones surged through me; I probably wanted that cock as badly as Chad wanted mine.

I kept on kissing him for a minute, but then I stopped fighting my desires. I grabbed his pants, yanked them off, and went down on his dick.

“Oh shit,” he said. “Fuck, that feels so good....”

I made sure to angle my head so that it didn’t block the view. I wanted the cameras to get a clear shot of Chad’s shaft sliding in and out of my mouth. I spread his legs wider, then cupped his balls with one hand while I played with his taint with the other.

“Fuck yeah, baby... keep working that cock....”

I did as I was ordered, and I sucked him as hard as I humanly could. He kept swiveling his hips, and at one point he thrust his dick so hard that he almost made me gag. But I forced myself not to flinch; I didn’t want that to show up on film. I just wanted the cameras to see how much I loved that fucking cock.

Chad reached down and put his hands on my head. Sure enough, he positioned them so my face was still in view, and so was his package. He did it so naturally that you would’ve thought he’d been making sex tapes for years.

I felt his hands on my shoulders, and the next thing I knew, he was pulling my shirt off. I took my mouth off his dick as he yanked my shirt over my head. Then he threw it aside, and he let me go back to sucking cock.

“My hole is so ready to get fucked,” he said. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait....”

I didn’t answer at first. I was totally focused on giving the best performance I could.

“Make me your bitch,” he said. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

I bobbed my head a few more times, then let his dick pop out of my mouth. “I never knew you’d be so demanding.”

“Dude... you know I’ve been waiting days to get fucked. I can’t tell you how bad I need it right now.”

I tried to gauge if he was saying it for real, or if he was saying it for show. But in a way, it didn’t matter. He was obviously randy as hell, and so was I.

Chad pulled down my pants, and I took off my socks, so we were both fully naked. He reached down to my cock, and he gave it a loving caress. “You have no idea how much I’m gonna love getting fucked with this dick....”

“Oh, I’ve got an idea. I think you’ve made it pretty clear.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

I licked my lips and got up. I stepped over to the dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out the lube. I wasn’t sure if I’d keep this part in the film; after all, a lot of porn cut this stuff out. I looked back over at Chad, and I couldn’t help noticing the hunger and eagerness in his eyes.

“C’mere,” he said.

I walked back over to him. My hardon stuck straight out like an arrow. Chad raised his legs and offered up his pucker. I dabbed the lube on his hole, and as I did, I felt his flesh respond.

“Yeah, baby... let me have it good....”

I put the lube bottle outside of camera range. Then I got into position, but I couldn’t help but tease him some more. I slapped my dick against his mancunt. Then I gave his sphincter a few jabs, but I didn’t go in all the way.

“Fuck me please. I’m begging you.”

I was tempted to just ram it in and pound away. But I wanted this video to be more than just a fuck. I wanted it to show how Chad and I made love. I wanted to capture all those feelings, physical sensations, and everything else. I knew I wasn’t an expert at this, but dammit, I was going to give it my all.

I slowly eased my rod inside him. As I did, Chad threw his head back, his mouth fell open, and his hands gripped the sheets. I almost wanted to pause and mark the milestone we’d just passed: our cameras had captured us having gay sex, even if just for a second. It felt like we were starting a trip from which there was no turning back.

I kept pressing into Chad till my manberries pressed against his crack. I stared into his eyes, and he stared right back. “Yeah, baby,” I said. “I love you so much.” Then I went in for a kiss.

The kiss was so intense that Chad could barely respond. He just let out a mumble: “I fucking love you too....”

I started thrusting inside him, with my lips still locked against his. Holy fuck, I loved making out with this man. I could feel his whole body respond, from his sphincter to his arms to his tongue. His breathing was in perfect sync with mine. We seemed to be made for each other—which was an expression I’d never fully understood before.

Chad broke off the kiss and swallowed hard. He pulled his legs up as far as they would go, till his knees were pressed against his shoulders. “Fuck me faster,” he said. “As deep as you can.”

I leaned up and started pistoning away. His hole felt so tight, and it made me feel so good, I worried I’d get off too soon. I knew cumming wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world: we could always go for extra rounds and edit the footage together. But I didn’t want to throw off our groove, so I held off the best way I knew how, by doing math in my head.

“Just like that,” Chad was saying, “except harder. Fucking wreck my ass.”

I slammed my dick into him with full force, then pulled almost all the way out, then slammed right back in. I was tempted to reach down and jack him off, but I knew he wasn’t ready to cum yet either. My ballsack was swinging around underneath me, and I could feel and hear it slapping against Chad’s skin.

We kept fucking like that for a minute or two, till I realized we were out of position. I’d been pounding him so hard that our bodies had moved too far to the side. We were still on camera, but at least one of the angles was off.

I was going to say something to Chad, but it turned out I didn’t need to. He seemed to read my mind: he pulled me down for another kiss, then rolled our bodies over till I was lying on my back. I shifted my position a little, and as I did, Chad turned his back to me. At first I didn’t know what he was doing, but then I realized he was going for a reverse cowboy.

Chad squatted over my lap for a second. Then he reached down and guided my cock toward his ass. He sat down slowly, taking me in inch by inch, till he was sitting on my pubes.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “Work that fucking ass....”

“You like that?”

“God yes!”

Chad didn’t answer, at least not verbally. He just bounced up and down on my cock. From where I was lying, all I could see was his back and his ass. But I knew the cameras had a clear view, and that was all that mattered. I could only imagine the look on Chad’s face as he rode me—or, for that matter, the way his hard cock must be flopping around with each thrust. I couldn’t wait to see that footage and see if it held up to my imagination.

I lay flat on the bed and relished Chad’s performance. He had gotten to be fucking expert at taking my dick. I could feel his anal muscles squeezing my shaft, then relaxing, always in sync with the rest of his body.

“Yeah, baby,” he said. “I fucking love that thick cock. I don’t ever want it out of my ass....”

“Fucking take it however you want it.”

“Give me that sexy big dick... oh fuck yeah!”

I sat up partway, till we were in more of a lap dance position. I put my arms around him, and I kissed him on the shoulders. I still couldn’t see much, but as far as I was concerned, I didn’t need to. I did stay in character the whole time, since I knew my face was visible from at least some of the cameras.

“I’m getting close,” he said. “I want to bust my nut with you.”

“How do you want to do it?”

“I want you to cum in my ass.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... I need you to breed my hole. I want to feel your fucking sperm inside me.”

I wasn’t about to argue with that. I wanted Chad to get off hands-free, so I re-positioned him into a pirate’s bounty. He lay on his back with his right leg up and his foot resting on my shoulder. His left leg stayed down to give the cameras a clear view. Then I went back to pounding his ass.

Chad gasped when my dick hit his prostate. “Oh fuck yeah!”

I didn’t say a word. I kept thrusting into him without missing a beat. My balls were boiling at this point, so I knew I couldn’t go much longer.

“Yeah,” he said, “let’s cum together, baby....”

“Blow it, dude. All over yourself.”

“You ready?”

“Hell yeah—”

“Then do it!”

Chad let out a couple more gasps, but then he lost control. “Oh yeah!” he screamed as his ass contracted, his back went rigid, and a rope of jizz shot across his chest.

I was spasming myself. The first wave of pleasure came rippling out of my loins, and then my orgasm overtook my whole body. I let out a scream of my own as I deposited my three-day load in his ass.

“Aw yeah,” Chad said. By now his whole torso was streaked with cum. He gripped his cock and milked out the last few droplets.

“Woah,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “That felt so fucking good....”

“For you and me both.”

I licked my lips. “Hang on, babe... don’t move.”

“What?”

I pulled out of Chad’s ass, reached over to my phone, and brought it up to his mancunt. I went in for a close-up just as a gob of cum came dribbling out. His sphincter was still twitching, and I managed to capture it for posterity. “Oh hell yeah....”

Chad’s fingers came into frame. He scooped up some of my cum, then brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean. Then he flashed me a grin. “You like that too?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“Yeah well....” He angled his body so his jizz glistened in the light. It looked like half his body was sparkling. “I figured you’d want to document that too.”

I couldn’t think of a better way to end the scene, at least for that particular round. We knew we weren’t done yet—not by a long shot—but it was a good time for a break.

I stopped recording on all three cameras, and I transferred the footage to my laptop. I did a quick scroll through the clips to see how they turned out. The first impressions were definitely good.

“It’s official,” I said. “You make for a helluva porn star.”

“Me?” Chad asked. “What about you?”

I didn’t really answer; I just gave him a kiss. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was still self-conscious, especially since my own bottoming scene was still to come.

We ended up filming a couple extra shots, mostly close-ups of my dick in Chad’s ass. It felt strange filming that stuff out of sequence, and going at it for just a few seconds at a time. But we figured that was how real filmmakers did it. Plus we had nothing to lose; if those shots were no good, we could always leave them out.

After that, we went to get cleaned up. I decided to kill two birds with one stone, and I brought my phone into the bathroom. I wanted to record a little interlude of us making out in the shower.

Chad decided to take it a step further. “You know,” he said, “we might as well film round two in here.”

“You want to fuck in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, why not? We might as well mix things up.”

I didn’t disagree, but my first thought was that I’d need to redo our whole setup. I’d spent so much time setting up the bedroom, I didn’t want to start over. Then I looked more closely, and I realized the bathroom had the same soft lighting we’d been using. It had some nice recessed lights in the ceiling, plus a line of vanity lights around the mirror. More importantly, it had a lot more cabinets and countertops where we could put cameras. We could even do an overhead shot.

Chad helped me map out the logistics. We decided we’d start in the shower, then fuck on the bathroom floor. We were tempted to do it on the bare tile, but it was cool and slippery, so we laid down a soft mat. Then we got the cameras into position, brought the lube within reach, and did a little fluffing. After that, at last, we were ready to go.

“Here go the cameras,” I said as I hit the record buttons. “And... action!”

Chad turned on the shower. To get a clear shot, we’d had to leave the curtain open, so we’d angled the water to spray toward the wall. It was a little impractical, but it looked good on camera, so we figured it was just as well.

I stepped into the shower and put my arms around Chad, and we started making out. Our boners jousted together. My bare chest pressed against his, and our arms ran up and down each others’ bodies. I could smell Chad’s breath in the same way a perfumer might savor cologne. I could most definitely taste his palate, including residue of the cum he’d eaten before. As hard as I was, I found myself getting even harder and harder.

Chad took his lips off mine, and he started kissing down my neck. I leaned back against the wall, closed my eyes, and let out a deep breath. Little streams of water were pouring all over me. But there was no mistaking Chad’s mouth as it tickled my chest on its way down my body. I knew where he was headed, and he didn’t try to deny it.

“You’re so fucking hot, dude,” he said as he got near my crotch. “Such a great pair of balls....”

I looked down. “You want to show me what you can do with them?”

“Uh-huh,” he said as he shoved his face between my legs. He licked my taint, which sent a ripple of electricity coursing through my body. The shower spray was getting all over him, but he didn’t miss a beat. He just snuggled my balls, then opened his mouth and let my sack hang inside. He looked like he was being teabagged, except here it was no joke. This man obviously loved those balls—not to mention their contents—with every fiber of his being.

I exhaled again as Chad played with my package. “Oh yeah, baby,” I said as I felt him lick my shaft. I was going to step out of the shower, but I stumbled on the rim of the tub. Chad kept me from falling, and he pinned me against the wall. I was still standing up, though he was crouched down, which seemed to be just the way he liked it.

Without a word, Chad reached up and turned off the water. Then he flicked his tongue against my cockhead, teasing it for as long as he could. After that, he gave my dick a nice yearning look before opening wide and devouring the whole thing in one gulp.

Chad’s nose slammed into my pubes. I felt him circle his tongue around my shaft. Then he tightened his lips around it, shook his head ever so slightly, and started sucking me in earnest.

“Fuck,” I said, “that feels so good....”

Chad bobbed up and down a few times. Then he pulled back till only my tip was still in his mouth. He looked up at me for a second, and he traced my crown with the tip of his tongue. Then, once he was done with his tease, he plunged my cock back into his mouth.

“Oh baby,” I gasped, “keep working that dick....”

Chad did as he was told. I felt him sucking me harder and harder, while he used his hands to massage my muscles. He caressed my butt, then slid a few fingers down my crack. I was dying for him to finger me—fuck, I’d take any part of his anatomy inside me—but he stopped just short.

The tease was almost too much for me to take. “Oh shit,” was all I could say.

Chad angled his body just slightly, making sure the cameras had a nice view. That was my boy, I thought, always putting on a show. But he kept on servicing my cock like a master. My balls were already starting to heat up. It was a good thing I’d already gotten off that night, because otherwise I couldn’t have lasted much longer.

“Aw fuck....”

Chad pulled my dick from his mouth. A little string of spit hung in the air for a second, then broke in two and snapped against his chin. “Mm,” he said. “I want this fucking hole of yours so bad....”

“It’s all yours,” I said.

Chad growled like an animal. Then he grabbed my body and flipped me around so I was facing the wall. From the corner of my eye, I saw him reaching for the lube. The next thing I knew, I felt a cool but soothing liquid on my boyhole. A second later came the familiar feeling of his dick against my skin.

Chad pressed forward, and I felt his cock pop inside me. I wanted more, so I backed up my body and let that nice thick shaft invade me. Once again, I couldn’t see much—mostly just stone, since my eyes were just inches from the wall—but it didn’t seem to matter. My man was inside me, which was really all I wanted.

Chad gripped my hips and started pounding away. His baritone grunts and groans were music to my ears. His pubes kept smacking into my ass cheeks, which were still wet from before. I wasn’t used to being fucked standing up, so I had to force myself to keep my balance.

I did take one of Chad’s cues, which was to shift my body toward the cameras. I tried not to make it too obvious. But I hadn’t forgotten we were performing for an audience, even if that audience was ourselves. I still had no idea how long we’d be apart, so for all I knew, we might be jacking off to this stuff for months. I wanted both of us to have plenty of material to work with.

Chad slowed down his thrusts, then paused for a second. “Here,” he said as he guided me out of the shower. He had me get down on all fours, so my mancunt was up in the air. Finally he got in position behind me, and he split my ass open once again.

“O-oh fuck yeah,” I said. Our bodies were moving so fast, my voice just came in short bursts. I had to resist my natural instincts to look at the cameras. Instead I looked down, where my cock was flailing around, and my ballsack was jiggling beneath it.

“You’ve got the hottest fucking ass,” Chad said. “I could ravage this ass any day....”

“Nail it,” I said. “I want you to fucking use my ass.”

“Hell yeah,” he said as he pounded me harder.

I felt him hit my prostate, and I let out a scream. But it wasn’t a painful scream—far from it. It was like one of those screams where you’re so excited, you can’t even put it into words. Yet somehow I still wanted more.

We fucked like that for another couple of minutes. At first I didn’t know how soon I could cum again, but with each jab at my prostate, I found myself getting closer. I was tempted to just reach down and finish myself off. Still, I knew we needed a money shot, a grand finale of sorts, and I didn’t want to ruin it.

Chad rammed me so hard that my butt jerked in one direction, his cock jerked in the other, and our bodies came apart. Before I could say anything, he plopped down by my side, and he positioned me against him. Now we were basically spooning, though his energy didn’t let up. He guided his dick back inside me, and we went back to fucking.

“I want you to jerk yourself off,” he said. “I want to watch you cum hard. And I want to feel your orgasm inside and out.”

I flexed my hole and savored his stiff goodness inside me. I leaned over and kissed him for a few seconds. Then I brought my hand to my cock.

“Yeah, baby,” he said. “Show those cameras what you’ve got.”

I started stroking my shaft while he fucked me. It was another one of those full-body experiences, and it got more and more intense the closer I got. Within a few seconds, my hand was flying up and down my cock. I wanted this orgasm just as badly as he did.

“C’mon, baby,” he said. “You can do it.”

“Oh fuck!” was the last thing I said before my body seized up, and a thick white stream shot over me. I knew it must’ve hit Chad, but I didn’t even look to see exactly where. I was so overcome with pleasure that it didn’t seem to matter.

“Yeah... that’s it....”

I let off a couple more spurts, and I felt my sphincter quiver against his manhood. Finally I stopped jerking, and I paused to catch my breath.

Chad leaned up to kiss me. As he did, I saw my jizz had hit him in the forehead. A lot of it had gotten in his hair. “Mm,” he said. “You want me to return the favor?”

“Like how?”

“I was thinking maybe a mouthful of cum....”

“Do it,” I said without missing a beat.

Chad pulled out of my ass, then got in a kneeling position. He started pounding his pud with one hand, while he toyed with his nipples with the other. “Oh yeah,” he gasped. “Fuck....”

I tried to help him out by fingering his hole a little more. I looked right into his eyes as I did it, because I wanted to see his response.

“Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit!” he yelled, and before I could react, he shot right in my eyes. I felt a few more spurts hit me in my cheek, my neck, and my forehead. I heard a couple wet slaps as he kept working his cum-covered cock. Then he let out a loud groan as his orgasm ended.

I just lay there for a second. Then I wiped my eyes, and I saw he was filming a close-up of me.

“Yeah,” he said, “I think I can jack off to that.”

I just laughed. Without even seeing the footage, I knew we had something good. This had been one hell of a project, and I couldn’t wait to partner with Chad some more—whether it involved something naughty or not. “Well,” I finally said, “hopefully that can tide us over till you’re back in my bed.” Then I smiled, and I gave him a cummy wet kiss.

To be continued….