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I was to walk into an “office.” A doctor would be there to greet me. He’d be wearing a lab coat, but underneath that jeans and sneakers. It was laughable when I first saw him. He was younger than me. That was the whole point. Mature gay porn, I’d been told, was a big thing now. All those baby-boomers still wanting to get their rocks off. Wanting to see their own kind.

Cut to me entering an “exam room.” An exam table against a back wall, with a chair to my right. The doctor tells me to undress. “Everything?” I’m to ask.

“Everything.”

I pile my clothes onto the chair until I’m naked. The doctor tells me to lean against the exam table and spread my legs. The camera moves in as he begins squeezing my buttocks. He reaches under and plays with my balls. About a half hour before we began shooting I was given a Viagra, or rather an herbal substitute. It’s starting to take effect as the doctor gropes me. He tells me I have a nice body for an older guy. I’ve said my line (“Everything?”), that’s it for now.

He pulls a stool on wheels over and sits. Super closeup as he spreads my cheeks and looks between them. The doctor says, “You have a nice cherry. You a virgin?”

“I am,” I inform him.

“You like to be eaten? Rimmed?”

I tell him I don’t know. I guess I would like it.

He puts his face to my crack and begins eating me. Licking me, tonguing me. I moan with pleasure. I tell him it feels “so good.” He eats me for about 60 seconds.

The doctor rises, begins undressing, quickly. Naked now, he has a hard-on. He presses against me from behind. He reaches around. I’m hard now as well. Close up of his hand around my cock; of him stroking me. He says he wants to fuck me. We can do it here, standing up.

Cut to him pressing the head of his bare cock to my hole. Extreme closeup. He pushes in. I moan. He pushes deeper. He raps his arms around my chest and begins fucking me. I moan with each thrust.

He reaches down and strokes me as he fucks me. This lasts about 40 seconds. His istanbul travesti lips are close to the back of my ear. He says, “Know what?” (Pause) “I want you to suck me. Suck the cock that’s been up your ass.”

Cut to me down on my knees, holding his erection by its base with one hand while my lips course up and down it. I suck him eagerly, greedily. I give it everything I’ve got. This lasts about 60 seconds.

The doctor tells me to get up. He wants to finish fucking me. Closeup of him sliding his cock into me again. It goes in easily. One thrust. He puts his arms around me and begins fucking me. Extreme closeup. This goes on for about 90 seconds. Maybe two minutes.

He pulls out with a gasp. Cut to him about one step back, masturbating. I remain still, my buttocks the target. He strokes himself for about a minute then, with a cry, shoots his load on my buttocks. It’s a small load. Extreme closeup of his sperm running down my cheek.

“Turn around,” he says breathlessly. I obey. The doctor sinks to his knees. My cock isn’t as hard as it was earlier. But he takes it in his mouth and makes me erect again. After sucking me for 60 seconds or so he pulls back and tells me to jack off. “Into my mouth,” he adds.

I bend my cock to his mouth, his open, waiting mouth, and begin masturbating. Extreme closeup. I last about a minute, a minute and a half. I remain silent as my cum shoots into his mouth. Unlike him I have a big load. The “director” told me to go a week without cumming. I’ve gone nine days. I shoot three times into his mouth then the last of it dribbles onto my hand, and to the floor.

The doctor rises off his knees. He comes forward and presses his lips to mine. We kiss, we neck. He pushes his tongue into my mouth. I can taste my own sperm. I’m not feeling very passionate at this point but this is a video, I’m an actor in it, and I go through the motions.

The doctor breaks off the kiss, wipes his mouth and says, “OK you can get dressed and go now.” That’s the concluding istanbul travestileri line. But he flubs it and says, “OK you can go now.” Adding, after realizing his mistake, “And get dressed.”

The director doesn’t seem to care. This isn’t a big-budget Hollywood production after all. He yells “Cut!” and the camera stops rolling.

“Great job, guys!” the director enthuses. “Terrific!” Both I and the “doctor” are tall. The director is small, squat. His slicked-back hair is dyed black.

The other actor and I avoid each other’s eyes. We gather up our clothes and head past the cameraman into the outer room, the “office.” As we dress the director passes by and tells us to meet him in his office. “Great job!” he again says.

I follow, at a short distance, my fellow actor down the hallway. The door is unmarked but he’s been here before, knows the drill. By the time we arrive the director is seated behind his desk. He’s opening a drawer. Rising out of his chair slightly, and smiling, he hands my counterpart three one hundred dollar bills. “I like it,” the director tells him. “You guys have chemistry. Very…organic. Sucking, fucking…You know how this works,” he adds, dipping his head toward the money.

The other actor leaves the office. We just had an incredibly intimate experience–and he leaves! Without a word! Not even a glance back! Typical male…

The director hands me a single hundred dollar bill and says, reminds me, “Plus you guys get ten cents for every view. Doesn’t sound like much but these videos get millions of views sometimes.

“I like your stuff,” he goes on. “First time? You really played it well. I got a million ideas for these mature things. And you and him,” gesturing toward the closed door, “got chemistry, like I say.

“Want to go again next Saturday? Threesome next time?”

I swallow. “Sure,” I reply uncertainly.

He tells me to be here by eleven. “I’ll have the script ready by then.”

The script, I think, with a hidden laugh. A smirk. travesti istanbul Suck and fuck. What else is there?

When I reach the door the director says to me, “Hey! If you know anybody else who’d like to act…let me know. A hundred dollars for each referral.”

When I get home my wife asks me how the job interview went.

“It wasn’t a warehouse job,” I inform her. My wife had found the job online; the whole thing was her idea.

“No?”

“They also make movies. A different part of the building.”

My wife frowns. “What kind of movies?”

“I’m an actor now,” I reply evasively, with a smile.

“What kind of movies?”

Jason emerges from the bathroom. Saved by the bell. He’s rubbing his full head of dark brown hair with a towel. He’s naked, his spent, limp cock dangling. It’s bigger than my partner’s in the film. And he has the balls to match. They’re the size of large plums. I’d love to fondle them. I look up from them, at his ruggedly handsome face. He changes the subject, thankfully.

“What’s for dinner?”

As on most weekends lately, Jason will be spending the night–with my wife. And I’ll be sleeping in the guest bedroom. I don’t mind. I can play with myself to the point of cumming…then stop. Besides, the drug I was given is wearing off and I’m not in the mood. My wife says:

“Why don’t you boys set up the grill outside, and we’ll throw some steaks on. I’m putting the potatoes in now.”

Jason hands me the damp towel, as if I’m his locker-room assistant, and walks over to my wife and kisses her on the side of the head. She wears a kimono–nothing underneath. He gives her left cheek a squeeze. She smiles at the affection.

Jason says to me, in passing, “Let’s go.” And he finds his athletic shorts on the couch and pulls them on. He’s built like a Ram truck. Which is what he drives.

Outside on the deck, at the grill, he comments, “So you’re an actor now?”

“Small part.”

“What kind of movie?”

“Not a movie. Just a short. A…PSA.”

“A what?”

“Public Service Announcement.”

“Does it pay?”

“A hundred dollars. Plus…residuals.”

“Residuals?”

“Depends on how many people watch it.”

Jason scratches an unshaven cheek. “Times are tough. Think you could get me in?”

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