“college dudes gay for pay.”  Casey tells me to loosen them up a tad, so I find a Frisbee in the back and we toss it back and forth along the road.  There’s not another person in sight.  Trey flings the Frisbee at me and it zings over my head and as I go to retrieve it, I notice an open meadow.  We move over there and for the next half hour we’re out in the open, working up a sweat.  I take off my shirt, surprisingly Trey follows right away.  The friend looks around, catching Casey shooting some B-roll footage for this vid, college dudes gay for pay part oh, I’ve lost count.  Casey only planned on doing two or maybe three, initially he couldn’t find the right guys, much less convince them to do it before he met me in episode three.  Now college dudes gay for pay is one of his top sellers, and judging by Trey’s perfect upper bod, if that’s an indication of what we’ll find down below, then I love it when straight boys try gay sex, especially with me.  After another 15 minutes, we’re all feeling pretty sweaty so I suggest maybe we go check out the waterfall before getting started.  When we get there, it’s less of a gusher than I had hoped for, but it’s cold. it’s moving and there’s a nice deep pocket where we can dive into.  I shuck off my shorts and jump in.  Trey and his pal, who finally removes his shirt to display the most perfect abwork I’ve seen outside of a gym, keep their boxers on, but join me in the water.  Being boys, we don’t take too long before we’re roughhousing in the water, hey, guys need to be able to feel comfortable and that’s how a lot of straight guys communicate, through physical aggression, so why should the college dudes gay for pay bros being any different?  Go to what they know.  First it’s every man for himself, then they’re ganging up on me two on one, but then we switch off so it’s me and his pal going after Trey, dunking and splashing and finally trying to get his shorts off him, which we do and it’s all good.  When we go after the pal, I gotta say I wasn’t expecting what I saw cause of the cold water and shrinkage, but this boy had 9 incher, a show-er, that was looking to make the afternoon a lot more interesting.

“straight males having gay sex.”  The next morning, the fireman and I, we blow another totally knock-your socks off load, but not before he tries again to fuck me and I resist.  For now.  He takes off, this time making sure we have plans to do something the day after next, another good sign this hook-up may be headed down relationship road and before I can fall back asleep, Casey calls, he’s got something set up.  A new place?  Kinda, he tells me he’ll pick me up in a few before I can fess up to the fact that I am now four cum loads lighter in the last 24 hours alone.  Twenty minutes later, I climb into the Range Rover and am surprised there are two college age guys in the backseat.  Man do I love surprises, almost as much as I love the arrangement of straight males having gay sex, although when I check out the one guy in the mirror, I’m pretty sure he’s at least bi and is probably thinking he can put one over on us.  It’s his friend, Trey, however, who I’m pretty sure is unsure how he feels about going Gay for Pay.  So only after we drive up and over the hills and get on the 134 and I’m thinking where in the world is Casey taking us do I remember Casey telling me about how he found this deserted campsite in the

“webcam gay live sex.”  “You mean you wanna shoot it?” I ask?  Since that’s kinda what I do all the time, I actually find myself surprised that I am feeling shy about having real sex on tape, even though it isn’t cheesy-ass webcam gay live sex.  To make me feel more comfortable, I guess, the fireman points the cam at his super big dick, then hands the lens off to me to shoot.  I get a couple of shots before he comes close and our bodies press against each other, the lens picking up close-ups and sounds of what I can only imagine wouldn’t mean anything except for him and for me, but it’s fun, the way the camera is all over the place, I picture someone else finding it and thinking it isn’t two gay men going at it, but rather something more like straight boys having gay sex cause it’s all bumpy and not cool and grindy and in sync.  This time he wants me to be the one to flip over and take it.  Now for me to do that, I gotta be into the guy and you know this fireman, I am feeling pretty attracted to him, I like feeling his weight of his chest on my back, but then when he rolls me over and I can see him, camera in hand, it makes me think of webcam gay live sex again, like you don’t know how many people are watching and although I do plenty of stuff on film for work, when it comes to bottoming, if and when I do it, which is only like twice in my life, I definitely don’t pixelate it, so I shrug him off and he isn’t too cool with it at first but then he gets over it and lets me plug his hole with my hose.  Okay, that was too easy, but what can I say, my mind is elsewhere once I get the wrong idea he was looking at this like some dudes look at webcam gay live sex. 

“Gay sex stories.”  After she gives me the Italian’s number, I get a call from the fireman.  Am I free for dinner tonight?  Um, and no I’m not one of those guys who plays games, it’s just usually I got something on the sked, but tonight there’s an opening.  He’ll pick me up at eight.  As I’m getting ready, I’m running numbers on him – the first time I met him, he saved my life.  The second involved a six-pack, plenty o’ sweat and a lot o’ gay men sex.  Now we’re gonna have dinner, is there the possibility this could morph from a booty thing into something more?  At Cobras & Matadors, we get a table but are totally crammed in.  No complaints from me cause I get turned on every time his arm brushes up against me or his leg leans into mine.  Now depending on what school of thought you come from, talking about Gay sex stories on a first date could be seen as a ballsy, flirtatious move or a total disaster.  I go with the former, enjoying his description of the time he and his probe buddy were ordered to clean the rig while everyone else went drinking and he and the other probie fucked in one of the storage compartments on the side of the truck.  So hot.  After he regales me with two more Gay sex stories that make me want to jump him here and now, I reveal one of my faves, which came at the wedding of a buddy of mine in

“gay sex with straight guy.”  “What do you mean you had gay anal sex last night?” Sharon tells me it’s true, the husky, hunky Italian who’s been courting her all this time, been buying her freakin’ kick-ass presents and flying her in his jet to his Venetian penthouse overlooking the Lido asked her to stick her finger up his bum before he fucked her.  She’s convinced she has now become officially a ‘fag hag of the highest order’ because she had the gay sex with straight guy thing that everyone talks about.  (Normally her radar’s pretty good and she can usually set them down the yellow brick road, often in my direction, for which if we get it on film, I make sure she gets her cut.)  I try to set her straight that just because she had her very nicely French-manicured digit deep inside that Italian’s luscious tight and hairy hole it does not mean it was gay sex, just sex.  Oh no?  Did she forget to tell me she caught him surfing the web, looking for pictures of you?  Ever since she mentioned her best friend was soon-to-be crowned best sex performance with an amateur at this year’s awards ceremony, she’s seen his car parked outside VideoWest even though they just signed up with Netflix!  I tell her she’s overreacting but can’t make it sound convincing when she reveals that right when she stuck her second finger into his slot, he shot his load – before they fucked.  She leans in and points to my protruding Adam’s Apple to show me exactly where it hit when she notices some jizz flecks.  Was this gay sex or the gay sex with straight guy thing she’s been plagued with?  Then she remembers our conversation on the way over.  “Oh, you’re such a pig.  You got off on hearing me talk about gay sex, didn’t you?”  I nod.  She hopes at least I waited until she got off the phone (I did).  Thank god cause she didn’t want to find out if she could take having made two gay men cum on separate occasions within the last 24 hours.   Just hearing about the gay sex with straight guy thing again makes me semi-hard, but I think about kittens in a blender to make sure it goes away. 

“straight men have gay sex.”  As fate would have it, Aaron and I never end up playing on the same team for all seven games.  The only time we had actual physical contact came as we switched sides of the court and Aaron and I bumped fists or touched palms.  Every time our bodies made contact, I saw his face blush, but as the games progressed and he figured out I wasn’t gonna bring up the fact he was one of those straight guys getting paid to have gay sex, the blushing disappeared until it was replaced with actual sunburn.  In fact, the longer I went without outing him and he could see how I interacted with my other teammates, I am sure he wondered if I’d hooked up with anyone else here, that maybe other straight men have gay sex, too, but don’t talk about it.  Could you believe he was looking at me, jealous-like?  Even one time toward the end, I was pretty sure he gave me resistance as we slapped palms good-bye, like he was letting me know who knows what.  As my therapist would say, there’s material in that, for sure.  Still, I wanted to see Aaron again, but wasn’t sure it was in the cards cause he told Casey he wasn’t from here so I’m sure he didn’t give a local address and second, although I see these guys here every week, we don’t actually have each others’ cells or e-mails.  It’s that laid back and truly not about whatever anyone else does during the rest of the week when we’re not here.  So I gotta wait a week.  And what you’re wondering, have I had any hookups with them, the truth is I’ve never been with a single one, nor has anyone come onto me or picked up on the fact I’m a dude who does dudes, so whether other straight men have gay sex, I can say yes, they do, but these guys, well, I can’t hazard a guess which ones might have had their share of a drunken night of frolic man love, cause you never can really tell.  What I can say, however, is I’m glad straight men have gay sex and that I’m doing my fair share to show them the way.

“cute straight boys trying gay sex.”  The next couple of days are a blur.  Filing a claim for my car, which wasn’t in my name, but Stan’s, who I had no way of getting in touch with (he always contacted me).  Helping Casey salvage items from his house / studio.  Trying to see what happened to Jason, only to learn he headed back to the East Coast.  Fortunately because Casey was a cool boss and always made sure I got paid on time for having Gay Sex with Straight Men, I knew I’d be able to weather a lull in studio work until Casey got back on his feet.  That wasn’t OK with some skeevy producers I knew.  They kept contacting me to see if I’d do one of their vids, the ones with real cute straight boys trying gay sex, you know the ones you get spam e-mail for all the time and if you click on one, you’re never able to escape until you know all you need to know about real cute straight boys trying gay sex.  NFW would I do that to Casey, I told them to fuck themselves before climbing into the car of a friend of mine and heading to the beach to meet up with a group of guys I play volleyball with every Saturday morning.  No matter what (or who) I do Friday night, if I’m not working that next morning, you can always find me on the beach setting and spiking.  Why?  Cause these jock bros don’t care what I do for a living, they just wanna play.  In fact, since these bros are breeders, I’m pretty sure the 10 or 12 who show every week don’t have a clue about my alter ego, which is way cool.  All they’re focused on is the fact I played on my high school team that won the Keystone state tournament two years in a row.  By the time I get to the courts in

“hardcore gay sex.”  After making me cum while eating my ass, Hagar wants to know when we can hangout together again, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know he’s asking when we can have hardcore gay sex and by that he means he wants me to give it up for him.  Before, no if I let him do that, I’m gonna make him tell me his 1st gay sex stories with his buds from the house.  I give him my digits, then bolt.  On my walk home, I wonder if he’ll call, then realize it’s impossible for me to answer his call cause I don’t have a cell right now.  Or a car.  Wow.  And not just any car, but a convertible Mercedes 55 CL that got me plenty of looks and was the scene of much hardcore gay sex over the last eight months that I owned it.  Some of most vanilla-y looking guys I’ve met since I arrived in southern California who I’d least have pegged for being outdoor sex enthusiasts have been the ones who like nothing more than to hop in the car and go for a ride.  One of my faves is a fundraiser who likes to act out hitchhiker fantasies.  Don’t know his real name, he asks I call him Stan.  He has a big bushy moustache that somehow doesn’t make him look dated, but rugged and masculine; his 6’4” frame doesn’t hurt, either.  We have a routine:  Stan leaves me a message to get in my car and drive to a secluded area in the hills above

“Gay muscle men anal sex.”  I’m into him.  No, really, I’m into him.  Inside him.  Who knew he’d have protection?  I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, he’s a firefighter, aren’t they always prepared?  Or is that limited only to the boy scouts?  I’m lying directly on top of him on the house with a clear shot of the now-smoldering hills and I’m thrusting my fat cock into him and he is pulling on my thighs so that I can push even deeper.  When he ordered me to use more spit I realized, okay, this is not His first gay sex.  I’m going to have knee burns from all this Gay muscle men anal sex, this is the fourth position we’ve tried and I gotta say he’s keeping the fireman’s rep of sexual Adonises alive because not only does he have the looks, but Hagar’s got the know-how of how to make it feel amazing for the top.  Not with every drive into his manhood, but when I slow things, he sends me a message by squeezing his sphincter to get me hot all over again.  I prefer the carrot to make the stick, right?  Nothing quite like Gay muscle men anal sex.  Did I forget to mention in addition to the most-perfect anus muscles, he’s built like a thoroughbred?  He’s not one of those big guys who can lift furniture cause somewhere hidden underneath is gaggle of muscles waiting to be engaged.  No, he sports a killer body created naturally with a scruff that makes Clooney look like a pre-pubescent experiment in manhood.  Just as I’m about to unload my charbroiled juice into him, he flips me over, wanting his turn.  Am I cool with it?  For a sec, I think about how wild it could be to have Gay muscle men anal sex with my lifesaver, but something just doesn’t feel right, not now so as he tries to convince me by eating out my ass, again I mention the scruff, I fight to come up with an exit strategy but it’s feeling too awesome so I just don’t know.

“gay anal sex.”  I’m standing in my shower, soap is running down my body, rivulets of soot-filled water are being chased into the drain.  I’m okay.  The doctor said my lungs are a little messed up, I should take it easy, try to do a lot of strenuous breathing to expel the gunk (my words not his).  Even greater news is now that I’ve started to think about Jason again, my moneymaker throbs.  I am so sure had we not been interrupted, we would’ve had the bestest gay anal sex ever.  I can’t help myself and jerk off, I lean against the wall, pretending as if he were in the shower, pressing my body against the wall as I tug at his dick, then mine and we go at it forever, fighting to see who is gonna get the gay anal sex and before the soot is completely off my body, it’s joined by thick, creamy spuma.  Smokey bbq anyone?  A tasty mesquite protein treat.  As I climb out of the shower, I spy the fireman’s jacket hanging on the knob.  Hagarsnik.  Polish?  Dressed, I grab a six-pack of beer to thank him and head to the firehouse, which fortunately for me is walking from my place, to return his coat.  I’m directed to his bunk, he’s not here cause he finished his shift and left.  I can’t help but notice I’ve walked through a calendar of possibilities.  I know it’s not the right thought to have given the circumstances, so sue me.  I’ve got gay anal sex on the brain.  I leave the jacket and beer and exit, walking past a brawny guy who makes me wanna sign up to be a firefighter.  I feel this hand on my shoulder and I spin around and see it’s Hagarsnik, I didn’t recognize him all cleaned up.  Thanks for saving my life.  Yadda, yadda, yadda.  After noticing the beer, he asks if I wanna pop one of them open, he just got off his shift.  We’re on the roof now, watching nothing in the LA sky and talking about nothing in particular except those things when you wanna get close to someone and put them out there and hope they provide some fodder, some banter to bring you together, but then it doesn’t work and you go one way, and he goes another, and you end up hopelessly tongue-twisted, but then you do hit it off and next thing you know it’s two hours later and you’re having a great time and think well maybe I could be with him, he doesn’t know about my gay sex videos and what am I doing, I could be having hot sex with a fireman right now and…