“You hungry, Jay?” Rio inquired. “I feel like going out to a bar. The Raiders are playing out of town tonight, maybe we could go watch.”
Jay was tired, but the thought of watching football at a bar with Rio immediately perked him up. “Sounds awesome! I could use a few beers, too!” He disappeared again, this time throwing his Raiders football jersey over his shoulders. “I’m ready, bro.”
Rio grabbed his cap and they were out the door. They found a sports bar that was showing the game. Perched on stools near the big screen, Rio ordered some buffalo wings, while Jay chowed down on some spicy plant-based nuggets. Cold beers arrived, and they clinked glasses.
The waitress thought she recognised the well-built guy in the cap. She’d seen him somewhere before, but she couldn’t quite remember the specifics. Was he a movie star? She wasn’t sure.
The screen was currently occupied by talking heads rattling through football statistics. They were occasionally interrupted by images of the teams in their change rooms, preparing for battle, and interviews with the coaching staff discussing tactics.
They sat at the bar, their food and beers on the counter in front of them.
“Hey, Rio,” said Jay. “I told Britney today.”
Rio had a mouthful of wing. “Told her what?” But as soon as he’d asked the question, he knew exactly what Jay was referring to.
“I told her about last weekend, and what… we… did.”
“Cool, bruh.” It didn’t personally matter to Rio what Britney thought, but he knew it mattered to Jay. “How’d she take it?”
“We were at lunch, in the middle of a park, sitting on a bench when I told her, and… she got herself off.”
Rio’s raised eyebrows registered his surprise. “In public? In broad daylight?”
“Yeah, dude. I described the scene, and she started fapping, right there on the bench.”
“Fuck, I’ve done some crazy shit in my life, Jay,” Rio admitted, “but that’s too far even for me.”
Jay looked down at Rio’s crotch, imagining him trying to rub a sneaky one out in public with a cock that big. “She’s a fucking freak, Rio. I wonder if she might be hypersexual. I mean, the number of times she’s blown me at work, the number of times I’ve fucked her… she knows I’m with you and I’ll never be with her, but she constantly wants to fuck me. And when I told her I ate your cum out of Flower’s juicy ass, it sent her over the edge. I honestly don’t think she cared who noticed. I don’t think she cared if people were watching her. If cops had shown up to arrest her, she might’ve blown them. It was like she was in her own sexual world, where nothing mattered except getting her nut.”
Rio wondered whether he should talk to Britney about a career in porn, but fuck, that conversation could wait — the game was about to start. Rio ordered more wings and more beer.
The Raiders were playing the Seahawks tonight, and they were seven points up at half time. Rio climbed down off his barstool and headed to the bathroom to take a piss. Jay sipped his beer in silence, checking his socials.
Rio returned and sat back down. It was still half time. “Hey, bruh. Need to tell you something. Took a piss just now, and the dude standing next to me was starin’ at my dick the whole time.”
Jay took a slug of beer at the worst possible time. He coughed, drenching his Raiders jersey in a fine spray of amber. “And you’re telling me this like it’s never happened before?”
Rio was confused. “Why would someone be staring at my cock while I’m takin’ a piss?”
“If I had a cock the size of yours,” replied Jay, “and dudes weren’t staring at it out of sheer fucking jealousy, I’d be wondering what was wrong with *them*. Your moneymaker is immense, and like, surely you know that? Just because a guy looks at your cock doesn’t necessarily mean they want to touch it or suck it, maybe they’re just jealously admiring your gift.”
Rio stroked his chin. “You think?”
Once again, Jay was stunned at how fucking clueless Rio was. “Every man on earth wishes he had a bigger dick. Well, every man on earth except yourself. Yours literally couldn’t be any bigger. But penis envy is a thing for most guys. I guess you’ve never been afflicted with this particular concern, but maybe google it some time.”
Their focus returned to the game. The third quarter started, and Jay ordered one more beer. This would be his last for the evening. He didn’t want to get drunk because he knew he had work tomorrow. By full time, the Raiders had prevailed in a 14 point victory. They high-fived, fist pumped, and drained the rest of their beers. Rio paid the check and they left.
Jay turned the key in the front door. “Gonna take a quick shower, Rio, I got work tomorrow…”
“Got something to show you first,” Rio interrupted.
“I’ve already seen it, and by the sound of it, so did some guy in the bathroom. By the way, bruh, we need to talk about that.”
“I’m not talking about my dick, Jay. I’m talking about the scene we did. They sent me a link. I’ve got access to the rough edit. Wanna watch it with me?”
Butterflies danced around in Jay’s tummy. Even though he knew the day was approaching when the world would know he’d played a cameo role in a porn scene, he still felt a little nervous. “Sure.” He was about to watch himself onscreen for the first time ever.
They moved to the bedroom, and Rio turned his laptop on. They lay face down on the bed, with the laptop screen positioned between them.
“How you feeling, Jay?”
The computer was still booting and whirring. “I’m not sure, dude. I’m genuinely not sure how I feel right now. Normally, when you show me a scene you’ve shot that’s soon to be released, I get horny, because I love watching you fuck. But this time, it’s… different.”
Rio opened his email and found the link. “Ready?”
“Guess so.”
Rio hovered his mouse pointer over the link. The page loaded, and he clicked play.
Jay watched the screen as the camera drank in the poolboy’s sweaty, sun-kissed frame. The poolboy pretended to work while Flower lounged on a float, talking to a friend on the phone. He saw closeups of Flower’s face and mouth. He saw her eyes glancing across to the poolboy, ogling his inked torso. He watched as she paddled her float towards the pool stairs, and the camera zoomed in on her plump, cellulite-puckered cheeks as she climbed out of the pool. He watched her offer the poolboy a cool drink before disappearing into the house. He watched her return with two tall glasses of sugarsweet homemade lemonade. He watched as the poolboy’s resentment at being demeaned rose, and he flopped his meat out as if to prove her wrong. The camera caught a closeup of her face as she gasped at his size, before tilting down to capture Flower’s sticky lemonade hand massaging the poolboy’s erection. She stroked it some more before leading him into the house by his shaft.
If this was a regular Rio scene, Jay would’ve been hard as a rock by now.
The action moved indoors. Flower sucked the poolboy’s dick to full size before she impaled her wet cunt on him.
And then, the front door opened. Jay watched as he, Flower’s ‘husband’, innocently wandered onto the set and into the scene. Her ‘husband’ was presumably expecting to find a slice of serene, peaceful suburbia, having arrived home from a business trip one day earlier than planned. He thought his ‘wife’ might’ve been pleasantly surprised that he’d arrived home early, but imagine his own surprise as he walked in the door to find his ‘wife’ lying naked and supine on the couch, with the poolboy’s fat dick buried in her.