Strong hands. He felt strong hands gripping his hips and holding him down firmly against the mattress. Not long after he felt a tongue touch him, wet and warm. It played along his shaft for a few seconds before moving up and teasing the head. Kris let out a whining moan when he felt his cock being enveloped by a hot sucking mouth. Within seconds the mouth, tongue and throat of the mystery man hidden beneath his sheets had taken him all the way down. He hummed, sending shocking volts of pleasure through Kris' body, which by now was damp with sweat.
"Shit," Kris moaned loudly. "You're so good at it. I didn't know you would be this good."
The man didn't respond but continued to down Kris' cock again and again, slowly...and almost lovingly.
"Let me see you," Kris said. "I need to see you."
Kris tried to pull the sheet off but the man reacted quickly, letting Kris' dick fall from his mouth and holding the sheets down so they could not be stripped.
"No. Not yet," the man said, low and almost at a whisper.
Kris thought that voice was familiar but with his current state of pleasure induced haziness he couldn't fit it with a face. He felt the man's lips touch him again and he bucked against them. The man's grip on his hips got tighter and Kris knew there would be bruises there later in the shape of thumbs but he didn't care because it felt so. fucking. good!
The warm mouth surrounded him again holding his cock tightly like a wet flesh vice.
"I'm close," Kris panted, lifting his hand to place it on top of the head bobbing between his legs. He wanted to run his fingers through the man's hair, grip him tight. But that wasn't an option so he settled with gripping the sheet over the man's head and holding it there.
"I'm gunna come," Kris moaned out his warning to the mystery man, but to his surprise he didn't lift away. The man squeezed his hips even tighter before sucking deeply, as if asking to be rewarded with his come.
"Oh!" Kris' eyes slammed shut as he tried to rock into it, but his hips were nailed to the mattress. His head flew back against his pillow and he gripped at his own hair before twitching violently in his orgasm as he came in streams down his mystery lover's throat. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh my god!"
The man's grip on his hips loosened and his cock fell out of the man's mouth and landed onto his lower stomach, heavy and wet. The man began leaving an array of loving kissed on the head of his dick as a romantic gesture. Kris' heart fluttered in his chest.
Where is he? I need to see him. I need to see him now. Want to tell him how appreciative I am. Want to kiss him. Want to hear him whisper my name.
Slowly, the lump in the bed moved closer under the sheets until the man's chest was flush against Kris'. With the fear of being scolded again Kris didn't move a finger. He waited impatiently for the sheets to be pulled away so he could see his lover's face again.
The man's head emerged from beneath the sheets and immediately his eyes fell onto Kris'. The gorgeous blue eyes looking up at him made Kris' heart begin pounding harder in his chest, knocking a melodic beat against his ribcage. The man smirked before moving closer and kissing Kris with a slow but still fiery passion. Kris whimpered before lifting his hands to weave them through the man's black hair and pull him deeper into the kiss.
Slowly, Kris couldn't feel his hands in the man's hair anymore, then he couldn't feel the man's lips against his, he could no longer feel the warm body lying on top of him. What's happening? Kris' mind felt hazy and clouded and his vision blurred as he fell out of his dream and back into reality. But before he could leave he heard the man whisper his name into his ear. Just the sound of it made his heart beat faster. "Kris..." The word faded slowly as he entered consciousness. His eyelids fluttered opened and he looked up at the ceiling.
Adam?
From then on, Kris was set out to forget his dream. He tried to do so immediately, but the evidence of it was staining the front of his favorite pair of briefs. He didn't spend a second thinking about what the dream meant, why he dreamt about the person he dreamt about, or even how good the dream felt. He had never felt that way before, for anybody and if he was honest with himself, it scared the hell out of him. Even if it was just in a dream. So he ignored it. Buried it deep in the back of his mind and placed a large heaping tombstone over it, praying it would never resurface.
He bolted out of bed and headed toward his bathroom to take his morning shower. Before stepping into the tub, he stripped himself of his stained briefs and instead of tossing them into the clothes hamper he threw them directly into the small garbage can next to the toilet. The briefs could have easily been washed into looking bran new again but he trashed them, wanting to rid himself completely of any of the dreams memories.
After his shower he made himself a quick breakfast before beginning his workout routine for the day. He jogged on his treadmill for twenty minutes straight before starting on the bow flex and then lifting weights. He had not forgotten the fact that one of the rules for his career was to keep his body in damn good maintenance at all times, but also tonight was the DVD release party for his first scene 'Locker Room' and Kris wanted to look good. Even if one intense exercise routine wasn't going to make much of a difference for his appearance it made him feel more confident about himself. After all, this was the first time a lot of the actors and producers and directors etc. of gay porn were going to see him.
Many of the most famous gay porn stars and most of the management from many different companies were invited to the DVD release party. Sure, a few were excited to see clips of the scene and enjoy a good party but most of the attendees were coming to sneak a peak at Falcon Studio's newest prodigy, Kristopher Donatello. Kris' name had spread like wildfire through the gay porn circuit over the last three weeks since his first scene was shot. Almost everybody in the business knew his name. But they had not yet seen him in person.
The pictures taken of Kris at the photo shoot a few days previous, as promised, had been uploaded to Falcon Studio's website yesterday. There was a large tab in the top right corner of the website ushering in gay porn fans to come and check out their newest and most sexually talented find, Kristopher Donatello. The tab was a head shot picture of Kris smirking, it was surrounded by blinking arrows urging visitors to to click on it. Once in, on the right hand side, there was the picture taken at Kris' first photo shoot, the one from his very first audition, the same one hanging up above all the rest in the foyer at the Falcon Studios mansion. On the left hand side there were a few paragraphs with information about the young star, followed by Kris' stats, including his height, weight, position: bottom, and the size of his cock. But only members were granted with the access to view all of Kris' pictures, but it was definitely worth the $20 a month subscription. There was an option, for members, to comment on the pictures, and unlike some of the other models for Falcon Studios, Kris got mostly all positive feedback.
The pictures had only been up for eighteen hours and already Kris' picture album was a little over seven hundred comments full. After Kris' intense daily workout he received a text message from Derrick saying 'The pictures are up, you've got tons of comments, sweetie ;)' Kris all but sprinted to his laptop to check out what the members were saying about him.
He stared at his laptop screen scrolling through the hundreds of comments, smiling all the while. They love me! Kris was suddenly reminded of the days when he was younger, around age fifteen, where he would visit gay porn sites, sifting through the pictures of the gorgeous nude models while wishing and hoping that one day he would be doing the same thing. It felt like a full circle moment for Kris, almost surreal even to know he had a photo album on one of the biggest and best gay porn production company in the country's websites. Kris felt a thin coat of tears fill his eyes as he scrolled through the comments full of people complimenting his body, his face, his boyishly good looks etc.
One of the comments in particular stood out to Kris, it said: 'Not only are you phenomenally beautiful physically, but you seem to have to whole package. Cute, talented, and you really seem passionate about what you do. I think you're adorable and I can't wait to see what comes of you. I'm expecting great things from you, Kristopher Donatello, don't let me down. You were born to do this. Rock it out, boy! I'll be a fan of yours forever.'
As Kris finished reading the comment a lone tear rolled down his cheek before he mouth was spread into a bright wide smile. He was so proud of himself. He had made it happen. He was exactly where he wanted to be and nothing at all was going to change it.
At eight o'clock that evening the Falcon Studios limo arrived at Kris' apartment to pick him up to drive him to the DVD release party. He was dressed sophisticated but with more than a sprinkle of obvious sex appeal. He wore skin tight black dress pants that clung to his thighs perfectly. The pants made not only his bulge prominent, but his ass look more succulent than a ripe peach, tight and round. He was commando because there was no way the pants he currently wore would allow room for anything in between his skin and the fabric. His bottom half was sheer perfection. On his torso he wore a tight button-up navy blue silk shirt, the top five buttons were unfastened so his chest was nearly completely exposed. Anybody who saw him would describe him as looking like sex with legs. It was exactly the look he wanted for his first release party and he had achieved it all on his own.
It didn't take long to get to the party, seeing as how it was being held in a ballroom at one the hotels in downtown Los Angeles, about a mile from Kris' apartment. Kris was grateful the ride wasn't too long, seeing as how he was already jumping out of his skin to get there. The second the limousine came to a stop outside the hotel doors, Kris jumped out and power walked as quickly as he could toward the elevator.
Kris reached for the door to the ballroom and pulled it opened before walking inside. The second he stepped his foot into the room his jaw dropped and his eyes got wide. What is this? Holy shit am I...am I dreaming?
The ball room was exquisitely decorated with multiple large sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, while the floor was littered with a beautiful array of round glass tables with large rose bouquets as the centerpieces. It was fancier and showier than a famous celebrity's wedding reception. But it wasn't the physical sophistication of the room that made Kris' jaw drop, but it was the fact that clips from his scene 'Locker Room' were being projected on a loop onto a movie theater sized screen for the room full of over three hundred men to feast their eyes on. Some groups of chatting men were standing, some were sitting, but none of them could stop their eyes from darting every five seconds to take a peek at the screen again and again.
The audio for the random 'Locker Room' clips were muted, but music was being provided by a DJ who was blasting good music new and old to entertain the party's guests. The clip currently being shown on the huge screen was one of Kris on his knees sucking a thick hard cock in his mouth, Kris immediately recognized it as James', he could never forget that gorgeous dick. After a ten second preview of Kris giving the three men head one after another, the clip changed into all four of the men making out in the steamy shower together. Then the clip changed to Kris lying on his back on the bench, his legs in the air and getting pounded within an inch of his life by one of his scene partners. Kris smirked. Mitchell, I wonder if he's here tonight...
Kris' heart swelled with pride watching himself on the large screen, he had dreamt about this for years. Also, it was an extreme turn on knowing all the men in the room had watched him do those dirty things at one point or other. At the moment he felt himself getting hard just from the thought, he wished he had worn baggier pants to hide the semi erection he was now sporting. I look so good on camera, I look so hot doing that...damn that was such a good day. All these men, all of them are watching...they love it. They love me. So hot...
So far, Kris had gone unnoticed by the crowd of men but once someone recognized him and loudly called out his name across the hall, all of the men turned their heads in Kris' direction. Immediately the entire ballroom erupted in a loud, energetic and wolf-whistling applause. A blush rose to Kris' cheeks and his smile became wide. Suddenly a bright spot light appeared and was quickly put over Kris so the men could see the young porn star better. Kris' cheeks hurt from smiling so much already, he rocked on the balls of his feet encased in black boots like a giddy child.
"Here he is gentlemen," a voice over a microphone said. Kris found that voice familiar so he looked around trying to find the man it belonged to, not allowing his smile to fall for a second. "The star of this scene, Mr. Kristopher Donatello!"
The entire room erupted in another round of wolf-whistling applause as Kris continued to look around for where his friend was. He found him standing on the stage set up below the screen where the clips of 'Locker Room' were being played on a loop. Derrick stood there looking like a proud father giving Kris a warm 'I'm proud of you'-smile. Derrick was wearing a bright purple velvet tuxedo jacket (that matched his purple eyes) with matching velvet purple pants, the button up dress shirt and bow-tie he wore were black. His grey beard of stubble was short and his grey hair was nicely quaffed. Kris giggled at Derrick's appearance. He's crazy, but I love him.
"Get on up here, Kristopher," Derrick said ushering Kris to come join him on the stage. Kris was nervous for a second about standing in front of everyone, seeing as how his erection was very obvious through his skin tight pants. But then he remembered the venue and how everyone in the room had already seen him naked, so he gladly made his way toward the stage to join his friend. As he walked the spot light followed him. Once he reached the steps to the stage he jogged up them quickly, eager to show himself to the entire room full of men. He jogged right over to Derrick.
"This, everyone..." Derrick said, wrapping his arm around Kris' shoulder, "Is the man you've all be waiting to see, my greatest discovery, the most sexually talented star I've ever come in contact with...Kristopher Donatello!"
The room erupted in yet another round of applause, Kris' smile was unchanging.
"Sammy, the lead director for my company, Falcon Studios...everyone give Sammy a hand," Derrick said gesturing toward the director. Sammy smiled and stood from one of the front tables for the room of men to applaud him before sitting back down. "Sammy and I found Kris at a normal publicly opened audition. We started that day thinking we weren't going to find anybody, it's very rare to even find a decent guy at one of those. But the minute I laid eyes on Kris...I knew he would be great," Derrick turned to Kris to wink at him. Kris beamed. "Then I filmed his first scene, this scene," Derrick said gesturing behind him to the projection screen, "and in case you can't tell, he was phenomenal." Derrick squeezed Kris' shoulder. "Now I know this boy will go far and shoot many many scenes, continuing to make the fans of gay pornography's jaws drop. He is so dedicated to his craft and so passionate about it, I know he will be one of the greats and I can't express in words how happy I am to have Kris be a part of my Falcon Studios team. He will have a fantastic career, and this is only the beginning."
Another loud applause broke out before Kris used the back of his hand to wipe away the small tear streaming down his cheek. Derrick leaned to whisper in Kris' ear, "You're amazing, sweetie. I wish you to best for the future." Kris mouthed an almost silent "Thank you," his eyes glassy with tears.
Derrick turned to look at the audience again before continuing to speak. "But this party isn't just about honoring Kris," he said. "It's about this scene 'Locker Room' which is without a doubt the hottest of the hottest scenes I have filmed in my entire career in this business." Derrick turned to wink at Kris again. "So without further ado, lets welcome the other stars of the scene, James, Mitchell and Cody, get up here, boys!"
The three men had been sitting together at the table nearest the stage stairs so they were up onto the stage in no time. Kris smiled at his scene partners, having not seen them in about three weeks. Kris took turns getting hugged by all three of the gorgeous porn stars before they lined up single file for the crowd to see them all together. Kris was the shortest of the group, standing more than six inches shorter than all the other men. James wrapped his arm around Kris' shoulder and kissed his forehead, "Missed you, sexy," he said. Kris smirked.
"Here they are," Derrick said pointing to the line of gay porn stars. "Kristopher, James, Cody and Mitchell. The stars of 'Locker Room'" The room applauded once again with loud hoots and whistles. The clips from the four men's scene was being played behind them, a couple photographers in the crowd captured pictures of the men with their scene playing in the background, to be put up under the 'Events' tab on .
The four porn stars spent the next fifteen minutes taking questions from the crowd, all of which contained questions about Kris. Such as: "What was it like to work with Mr. Donatello?" "How good is Kristopher at giving head from one to ten?" and "If you could choose your favorite part of Mr. Donatello's body what would it be?"
The four men chuckled before Cody elbowed Mitchell, "You wanna take this one, baby?"
"Of course," Mitchell said before walking closer to Kris. "You know what to do, babe," he spun his finger around in the air signaling Kris to turn around. Kris giggled before following the command and turning his body to show the room full of men his perfectly rounded ass. "Right there," Mitchell said staring at Kris' ass licking his lips heavily. "Look at that ass!" he said laughing before lifting his hand to leave a hard spank across Kris' cheeks making Kris jump a few inches. "Nice right?" he said before all four men erupted in laughter. Kris turned back around to smirk at his friend. This is where I belong, it feels so right...
"Alright," Derrick said stepped forward to place his hand on Kris' shoulder. He spoke to the audience."I know you are all dying to talk to Kris, so, sweetie, I release you to the dogs," he giggled before winking down at his young prodigy.
The second Kris left the stage he was bombarded by men asking questions, wanting to shake his hand and introduce themselves. Kris was loving all the attention, he got many compliments about the scene and about himself from men he had never met before. He met a few more gay porn stars he grew up as fans of including Brent Everett, Brad Patton and Mason Wyler. They were all extremely nice and all had great things to say. Kris was seconds from pinching himself to make sure this wasn't all just a very elaborate dream. I am such a lucky guy...
"Kris!" he heard a very familiar voice calling his name behind him, prompting him to spin around quickly to face his idol once again.
"Brent!" Kris said beaming.
"Hey, how've you been these past few days?" Brent said approaching Kris and opening his arms to pull Kris into a tight hug. Kris smiled into the hug, he adored Brent. He was his idol after all. One of the many reasons he aspired to be a gay porn star in the first place.
"I've been fantastic," Kris said as Brent pulled back from the hug to look into the young porn stars eyes.
"I saw your pictures," Brent winked.
"No way? You did..." Kris' jaw dropped.
"Yes," Brent smirked. "They were incredible. You...boy you're a natural."
Kris' smile grew wider, making his cheeks ache.
"I'm really really glad you think so," Kris said, a blush rose to his cheeks again.
"And this scene..." he gestured toward the large projection screen. "Kris...you're so good. I don't think you even realize how good you are. I can't even describe in words how great that scene is."
"You've watched the whole thing?" Kris asked, dumbstruck.
Brent chuckled. "I have," he said. "I got my manager to call Derrick and get me an early copy of it. Let me tell you, Kris, one of the hottest scenes I've ever seen. And trust me, baby, I've seen a lot of scenes."
Kris was frozen to the spot, unable to process the fact that Brent Corrigan, his idol, his inspiration for joining the business, had watched his scene and loved it. On the outside he was a blank statue, on the inside he was screaming for joy at the top of his lungs jumping up and down and flailing his arms in excitement.
"Oh no," Brent said giggling. "Did I break you, sweetie?"
Kris broke from his trance to look at Brent again. "Yeah, no, I'm fine. Just a little overjoyed."
"Well you deserve it, Kris," Brent said leaning in to gather the young porn star in another tight hug again. "You deserve all the good coming your way," he whispered into Kris' ear.
"Thanks, man," Kris replied, squeezing his idol close again.
Brent pulled back to give Kris a warm smile before informing Kris he had to leave. "I have to go now, sweetie, I have a late night scene to film. I shouldn't have even come tonight but I couldn't bring myself to miss your first release party. I wish you the best, Kris, I really do."
Kris' smile was beaming. "Thanks. See you later, man."
"Bye, Kris," Brent said before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
Kris stood standing in the center of the party hall alone and reminiscing on what just happened when he felt a tap on his shoulder prompting him to turn around to be met with the smiling face of his manager. Looking into Adam's face caused his heart to experience a tiny molecule sized twinge of longing, but Kris quickly beat it back down into the soil with a shovel, back into his grave, back beneath the tombstone.
"How have you been, Kris?" Adam asked politely, flashing him a warm smile.
"Good, man," Kris said lowering his eyes to the ground for a second, attempting to compose himself. The twinge had begun to resurface again but Kris was struggling with all his might to murder it completely and send it back into its grave for good. But unfortunately he was loosing the battle. The twinge was too strong.
"This is all crazy isn't it?" Adam asked.
Kris regained his composure enough to lock eye contact with his manager again. "Yeah, it really is," he smiled weakly.
"I'm proud of you," Adam said lifting his hand to place it onto Kris' shoulder and give it a proud squeeze. A volt of electricity seemed to pass from Adam's palm and into his body, making Kris' heart skip a beat. Kris' eyelids flickered. What is wrong with me?
"I saw the pictures we took a few days ago, they're really good," he said smiling down at his younger client.
"Thanks," Kris said. He swallowed heavily and let out a small unnoticeable sigh when Adam pulled his hand back so he was no longer touching him. "I'm glad you liked them."
"Are you alright, Kris?" Adam asked, the look on his face was full of concern. "You feeling okay?"
I'd feel better if you would touch me again...no! What the fuck!
"I'm fine, dude," Kris said looking up in Adam's eyes. He made up a lie. "I'm just really tired, didn't get much sleep last night."
"Oh," Adam said nodding. "Okay. Just get more sleep next time, alright?"
Kris nodded in response, he could feel Adam's beautiful blue eyes on him. He wanted to escape it. He wanted to run from the ballroom and not stop until he was back at his apartment, alone and safe from those eyes...Those fucking eyes!
"Can I borrow him from you, Adam?" a man behind Kris asked. Kris turned to see a man he had never met before but seemed nice with his warm smile and kind face.
"Yeah," Adam said, looking Kris up and down again making sure he was alright again. "I actually have to be going anyway. See you later, Kris," he said smiling weakly before turning and disappearing into the crowd the same way Brent had. Kris stared at the place where Adam had disappeared for a few second before turning and greeting the stranger.
"Hi, Kristopher, my name is Blake and I'm the owner of Hot House Studios," he said holding out his hand for Kris to shake. Kris accepted the handshake quickly.
"You're not here to try to steal me from Falcon are you?" Kris laughed.
"No, no, not at all," Blake said smiling. "I just want to give you some advice, because from what I see I do truly believe you will go far in this business."
"Thanks, man, I appreciate it," he nodded. "Hit me with the advice," he laughed.
"Okay," Blake smirked. "You may have already heard all of this before, I'm just here to remind you of it, because it is important. Number one, you have to keep your body is great shape at all times. The company will drop you if you gain too much weight or do something drastic to your appearance."
"I work out every day, man," Kris said. "Anything else?"
"Number two, don't get a big head and don't become too demanding," he said. "Nobody wants to work with a cocky diva."
Kris chuckled. "You don't have to worry about that, I'm actually very humble to be where I am, I wouldn't do anything to screw it up."
"And lastly and most importantly," Blake said. "Don't get a boyfriend or get in a serious relationship. It will fuck up your career. I've seen it happen to so many guys, they think they're going to be huge in the porn business and that they can survive solely on the lust they experience during their scenes, but then they go and get a boyfriend and they want to quit the business. Either that or getting a public boyfriend causes their fan base to drop significantly in numbers. Nobody wants to fantasize about a taken man. So this is me urging you not to get in any relationship. You can be the next big one, you have the skills, the looks, the everything to be the number one gay porn star in the country. Don't fuck it up for yourself."
"I won't," Kris said seriously. "Nothing is going to get in my way from achieving my dream. Not a damn thing."
