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kissed him like Dylan had never been kissed before in his life.
The soft sucking, tongue swirling, the scratching bristles of Eric s shadow, his scent, his
masculinity, and his experience, were knocking Dylan off his feet. Go-Do-Be-Go-Do-Be
Wanting it to continue so badly he could cry, Dylan made the bold move of reaching his
arms around Eric s waist. The moment he did, Eric heightened the kiss, deepening it, grunting,
and grinding his hips against Dylan s. Between their mashing mouths, Dylan whimpered
mournfully as if it was from his very soul. Caressing Eric s powerful back muscles under his
silky shirt, Eric s incredible bulge grinding hotly against his, Dylan jerked his body upwards,
tightened his hold on Eric, and came.
As if Eric became immediately aware, he stood back to watch it on Dylan s face,
crooning, Baby, baby&
Oh God& Dylan whined in humiliation. I m sorry.
For what? Hmm? Eric dipped his fingers into the front of Dylan s jeans.
Panicked Eric would feel his sticky mess, Dylan gaped in awe when Eric removed his
hand from his briefs and sucked the cum off his own fingers.
Ah& ah& I& Dylan panted audibly, his eyes widened in shock.
You came. How luscious. Eric opened Dylan s jeans for another taste. He scooped
some out on his index finger and sucked it, humming in delight as he stared at Dylan wickedly.
You& ? Dylan couldn t talk. If he wasn t holding onto Eric, he d topple over.
I? I love the taste of your cum. Mm. Eric wrapped his arms around Dylan s hips and
swayed side-to-side with him. How you doing, big fella? Did we get you over your first kiss
okay? Ready to go now?
Swallowing down a dry throat, Dylan held back his emotions. Doing? He was so satisfied
he could cry. Dylan didn t answer.
Eric asked again, Good? Nod if you re good. Eric smiled sweetly.
Dylan nodded, biting his top lip.
You are absolutely edible, Dylan. Eric playfully brushed Dylan s hair back from his
dewy forehead. The guys will be begging me for scenes with you.
Dylan craved to kiss him again. He licked his own lips, not wanting to let Eric go. But of
course, Eric was a very busy man simply doing the job of breaking in the newbie, and Dylan had
pizza to deliver in an hour.
Sit, babe. Eric brought Dylan to the chair and gently steered him to it.
Eric leaned on his desk near Dylan, crossing his arms over his chest, smiling proudly at
him. Tell me how you re feeling. Are you ready for a light scene with the boys now?
Glancing down at his own open zipper first, Dylan peered up shyly. What will I have to
do?
How about if you get your dick sucked?
Yeah?
Yeah. You have to be able to prevent yourself from coming while you re inside. You do
know that, right?
Yes. I know. I have to hold out and do it outside the guy s mouth.
Yes, that s right.
But what if I come in his mouth? What if it feels really good?
It will feel really good. You have to think of methods to hold back.
I asked Madison this question. Dylan touched Eric lightly on his hip. If I come in the
guy s mouth but can do it again for the money shot will the guy be mad I spurted if he s gay for
pay?
Most of our guys are not, gay for pay and would love to taste you. But all you have to
do, Dylan, is give us a sign and pull out of the guy s mouth. The minute you feel the need, let us
know and we ll get the close up for the money shot. These movies are made very quickly, Dylan,
and that s why most men learn tricks to hold back until they have the camera focused on their
dicks.
Nodding he understood, Dylan replied, I won t let you down.
Cupping his face gently, Eric whispered, You ve already surpassed my expectations for
you.
Are you and Jay lovers? Dylan asked sheepishly.
No. Best friends. Eric sat at his desk and removed paperwork from a file, placing it
between them.
Do& do you have a steady relationship now? Dylan s face went hot and he knew that
meant red.
Eric gave Dylan a sly smile. Pretty boy, there will be a few dozen young men for you to
play with. Don t bog yourself down with one man. And I don t have relationships with the men
in my acting stable. Sorry, babe.
Pouting slightly at the rejection, Dylan watched Eric filling out forms and sliding them
across the desk for him to sign. Well, he didn t really want anything more than friendship with
Eric anyway. Maybe he was just being a little anxious. What he really wanted was someone to
knock his socks off. And though both Eric and Madison were handsome, they really didn t match
the idea image Dylan had in his mind of his perfect man.
You okay with the name Dick Rich?
Yes. That s fine. Dylan signed the contract.
It s non-exclusive, so you can still work for Madison, but no other movie studios. Just
us.
Okay.
So? Eric grinned. Time to quit the pizza job?
Almost forgetting that was the idea, Dylan bolted upright in his chair. Yes! Thank
fuck! Covering his mouth, Dylan apologized, Sorry.
Don t worry. You ll hear that word plenty around here.
But I do have a shift in an hour. I can t stick them like that. I have to at least give them a
little notice.
It s fine, Dylan.
Once they had all the contracts signed, Eric reached out his hand. I m so glad you re on
board with us, babe.
Me too, Eric.
If you ever need anything and I mean anything, you come to either myself or Jay.
We re a family here. No one is to feel upset or have a complaint we can t fix.
I have a request.
Already? Eric teased. What? A dressing room with your own star on it?
No. Another practice kiss? Dylan asked shyly.
Eric jumped to his feet and held out his arms.
Dylan raced to him. This time Dylan was the one to cup Eric s coarse jaw and dig his
hands into his thick hair.
You like older men, don t you, Dylan? Eric hissed seductively.
The hairs standing on his neck at the comment, Dylan licked at Eric s lips and tongue.
After Dylan had kissed him deeply, he replied, Young men do nothing for me.
Wrapping his arms around him tightly, Eric purred, I could eat you up. You know that?
Dylan rested his head on Eric s shoulder, closing his eyes. You feel so good it s making
me dizzy.
Christ. It s so hard having handsome young men around the place. They re all so
tempting.
Dylan leaned back to see Eric s sky blue eyes. What s holding you back from a
relationship with one of us?
You ever hear the old adage, you don t shit where you eat?
Yes.
I want you too much on the payroll to screw it up.
Money?
Money. Why? Eric laughed sweetly, Are we madly in love, darling?
Though it was said as a taunt, it didn t offend Dylan. It made him smile. Karma.
Karma? Are you referring to the fickle hands of fate?
Dylan loved the amused expression on Eric s handsome face. Be my sugar daddy,
Dylan said as a playful tease, knowing he really didn t want Eric in that role.
After a pause, Eric roared with laughter.
Dylan held him close, enjoying his pleasure. Finally, Dylan felt warm, loved and secure.
Now if he could only be a pro footballer, his life would be paradise.
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After a quick stop in the men s room to try and tidy up his briefs, Dylan parked behind
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