[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, ménage elements not involving the heroes, sex toys, HEA]
When you fall for a fantasy, how do you know it’s more than make-believe?
Travis Collins, a straight college student, finds himself in a financial bind. He’ll do anything legal, including going gay for pay and spending a weekend as “Craig Rocke,” with gay porn star Marston Cougar. Marston tells him to remember it’s all fantasy for the camera even though it feels like more.
Gary Carmeletti, also known as Marston Cougar, has a respectable day job. He started out making gay porn to pay for college. After getting his heart broken, he has a no-dating rule. Now paired with “virgin” Craig, he finds it hard to keep it make-believe when he’s losing his heart.
Gary’s niece needs surgery, and he almost has enough money to quit for good. But now that he feels a true connection with his fantasy costar, will he be able to find a happily ever after when he feels it’s more than make-believe?
NOTE: This book was previously published with another publisher.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
Alex’s voice gentled. “It’s been six years. Isn’t it time to forget about him?”
“Good luck with that.” He pushed past him into the bedroom just as Craig—he didn’t know or care about the poor bastard’s real name—emerged from the bathroom. Shaggy blond hair and big brown eyes. Despite his slim build he couldn’t call him a twink because he had some muscles on him and a careworn look in his eyes. Gary instinctively knew how his body would feel against his. He was a little on the pale side, which would be a good contrast on camera to his naturally darker skin.
His cock twitched in his khakis.
Why wouldn’t it? The kid was hot. Just the kind he liked, a guy who looked good and didn’t know it. He rarely looked at women anymore because he spent his time evaluating male bodies for the camera. He had to get it up for guys, even if he started out gay for pay like this kid.
What was his story? Rent? Tuition?
Wouldn’t be a drug habit, because Alex refused to allow addicts on the set. Everyone was tested before hire and randomly throughout the shoots. Too much liability otherwise. Alex might be a douche sometimes, but he ran a clean set. He didn’t hesitate to toss someone for violating his rules.
Maybe the kid just wanted a new car.
Then again, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to get to know him, because he looked just like Billie.
And Billie was the last time he’d ever opened his heart to someone. If he didn’t know this kid, he wouldn’t have a problem never seeing him again after they wrapped.
Alex guided the kid back to the chair while Gary went to use the bathroom, and then he returned to his seat. They would start shooting and from this point on it would be Gary’s show. Alex knew better than to interrupt him.
“Oh, here, kid.” Alex handed Craig a bottle of water and a little blue pill.
“Viagra. The doctor said you’re healthy, gave me a script for you for it. We pay for it. Trust me, you’ll want it by the end of the weekend.”
Gary seriously considered canceling, until he conjured Amy’s sweet little face in his mind. Thirty grand. If he didn’t come up with that…
He held out his hand to Alex, who dropped one into his palm, too. One of the gaffers handed him a cold bottle of water.
The kid watched him take the pill, then finally took his.
As he looked into Craig’s sweet brown eyes, he slammed the door on painful memories struggling to work their way through. “Call action and get the fuck out, Alex. Let me do my job.”
* * * *
Travis didn’t know what happened while he was in the bathroom, but he sensed something different about Mars when he returned. Like an emotional wall had appeared. Not hostile toward him exactly, but he didn’t know how to label it. Seeing Mars take the Viagra, ironically, made him feel a little better. If a pro needed a help getting it up, he certainly wouldn’t refuse it. Alex whispered something to one of the film crew, who were all dressed in black jeans and black T-shirts. The film guy nodded, and then Alex left the room.
Mars looked around. “We live yet?”
One of the crew shook his head. “Alex said you make the call.”
“What about the fixed cameras and sound?”
“Not yet. Your call.”
“Give me a minute.” He motioned Travis outside onto the balcony and leaned in close. “No matter what I say or do, keep in mind it’s just pretend, okay? Not real life. Make-believe. Just go with whatever feels right and remember you’re leaving it behind when we wrap, so don’t think about what you’re doing. Let your brain take a vacation and your balls rule the roost.”
Mars studied him. Part of Travis wished he felt repulsed at himself for what he was about to do, but truth be told, it was like an all-expense-paid trip to Vegas without worrying about airline security.What happens here stays here.
Well, and on film, but who cared?
“We don’t need to discuss safewords or anything,” Mars continued, “because this will be a regular seduction scene. I’m going to have you suck me, I’ll suck you, and I’ll fuck you. Keep in mind they need to get a lot of shots, and I’m good, but I’m not up for more than three or four pops a day at my age. So we might be doing a lot of things and stopping so I don’t blow my wad in the middle of a shot, okay? They edit it to look right later. Whatever they don’t use goes in the bonus footage they sell to members on the site and the DVD collections.”
“If you’re going to pop too soon, give me a warning so I can either pull back to help you hold it or get out of the camera’s way so they get it on film. Okay?”
“You okay, kid?”
Travis nodded and finally found his voice. “Nervous.”
That was when the older man smiled. “It’s okay to be nervous. Looks better on camera. No rough stuff or anything like that for this scene, I promise.” He laughed. “Not unless you ask me to fuck you harder or something, then I’ll do it. Just say what you want me to do. It’s a fantasy, keep telling yourself that. It’s not real. It’s all make-believe.”
He patted Travis on the back, squeezed his shoulder, and led him inside where they retook their seats. He introduced Travis to the crew, two cameramen and a sound guy. “Their job is to stay out of the shots as much as possible and get their cameras as close to our cocks as they can.”
Travis tried for a smile.
Mars leaned over, patted him on the thigh, and squeezed. “Deep breath. Relax.”
Travis took a deep breath.
Mars looked at one of the cameramen. “Okay. Action.”
He eagerly went deeper as Marston urged him on, talking filthy to him and honing his own need. He tasted pre-cum and realized he wanted to make the other man come, wanted to swallow it.
That’s when Marston’s fingers grabbed his hair and pulled him off his cock as he laughed. “Whoa, baby. You’re too eager. Don’t want me to pop yet, do you?”
Travis tried to get back to his cock, making Marston laugh even more. He shoved two fingers between Travis’s lips. He eagerly sucked as Marston fucked them in and out of his mouth. “That’s it. You’ll suck anything, won’t you? I knew you were a natural. You just needed the right cock to flip you. You’re an eager slut now that you know you’re getting fucked by this cock, aren’t you?” He pulled him up and kissed him again, then shoved him down onto the bed and stood over him.
As Marston slowly pulled his shirt off, Travis stared at his body. Not a bodybuilder, but he obviously worked out to keep in shape. He felt wimpy next to him, yet the hard, rigid cock standing straight out from his costar’s body didn’t seem to mind his slighter frame. He noticed a tribal band tat circling Marston’s left bicep.
Marston kicked off his loafers and shoved his slacks down his legs. “Gorgeous body, kid.” He knelt over him, straddling his head. “Suck my balls. Lick them good.”
Travis did, ignoring the camera now less than a foot from his head. He closed his eyes and finally settled for planting his hands on Marston’s ass.
Hands stroked through his hair. “You’ve got a good tongue on you, baby.” He rose up, shifted position, and then his cock brushed against his lips. “Open up.”
Travis obeyed and started sucking him again. When he looked, another camera was only inches away on his other side.
He opted to look up and met Marston’s heavy-lidded gaze. Fingers stroked his hair, tender and gentle. “That’s it. Suck me good.”
Closing his eyes, Travis sucked him, massaging his ass as he did. His own cock felt stiff and throbbed as it rubbed against his belly. He’d never been this hard before and wondered if it was the little blue pill, or perhaps the tendril of dark excitement curling in his belly.
He could do this.
It’s only make-believe.
After a few minutes, Marston changed positions again, straddling him sixty-nine. “I think I want to taste you.”
Travis didn’t have to fake his moan as Marston’s hot, skilled lips engulfed his cock. His hips bucked in time with the man’s actions until, a moment later, Marston sat up. Travis moaned with disappointment around the cock in his mouth.
Marston chuckled and stroked him with his hand. “You’re so close, I had to stop. You’re about to pop, baby. You really like having a man suck your cock, don’t you?”
He rose up enough that Travis could relinquish his cock and speak. “Yeah!”
“Do I suck better than the girls you’ve been with?”
“Fuck, yeah!” That wasn’t a lie either. Of course, only one of his previous four girlfriends liked to give head, so he wasn’t the world’s most experienced judge of that.
Thick fingers probed his sac, lower, pressing into his taint, making him jump.
Marston laughed. “Oh, yeah, you felt that, didn’t you?” Marston bent down and sucked his sac into his mouth, tonguing his balls and drawing more loud moans from him.
This was way better than make-believe.
Marston changed position again, kneeling between his legs and licking his cock from root to tip.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Travis groaned.
“Don’t go shooting off on me too soon, baby. We’ve got all weekend to fuck around.”
Another twenty dollars in the bank, but then he lost count as Marston’s mouth and tongue did things to him he’d never dreamed. Including pushing his legs farther apart and snaking his tongue deeper, circling his rim and making him shiver with passion. He brought him near the brink several times, sucking his cock, playing with his ass, every action narrated with nonstop filthy talk that got him almost as hot as what Marston was doing to him.
When Marston stopped and sat up, Travis couldn’t stop the words from tumbling from his mouth.
“Please don’t stop!”
Marston laughed. “Ah, pretty eager now, aren’t we? Don’t worry, I’m not stopping.” He reached over to the bedside table, where he grabbed a bottle of lube. Then he pushed Travis’s knees up and back. “Grab your legs. Hold that sweet ass open for me.”
Heart racing, Travis did as he tried to keep his focus on Marston’s eyes and not the camera just over his shoulder filming him spread and vulnerable.
“You nervous, baby?”
Travis nodded. Hell yeah, he was nervous. Taking that stiff dick up his ass wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. It was huge.
Marston leaned in and kissed him, pressing his body against him as he did. He nipped at his lips and worked his way down his throat with love bites, across his chest, sucking his nipples. Then he worked his way up his neck, driving Travis crazy with need.
With his lips pressed to Travis’s ear and at barely louder than a breath, Marston said, “Relax and enjoy it. You’re doing fine.”
Travis knew there was no way the sound equipment could have picked that up.
Marston sat up and ran his hands down Travis’s chest, pausing first to torment his nipples, until he reached his cock. He knelt in front of him and stroked, squeezed, and gently pressed his thumb against his rim, making Travis squirm.
He did want it. He wanted more, and he’d be lying if he denied it.
He felt cool lube on his rim. Then a finger penetrated. Unlike the quick professionalism of the doctor, this finger sought and found his sweet spot, nearly making him explode.
Marston’s hand froze. “You close, baby?”
“Oh, fuck yeah!”
The hand withdrew, and two fingers entered. “How’s that feel?”
Travis gripped his knees and kept his ass wide open. “Good.”
Marston slicked himself with lube and pressed forward. Travis felt the hot, rounded knob pressed against his ass. “Look at me,” Marston ordered.
Travis forced his eyes open. Marston’s gaze settled him, focused him.
“You want my cock inside you?”
“Please fuck me!” He didn’t have to act or pretend. At that point he felt so horny he’d do anything to get relief, and he knew the only thing that would truly scratch his itch was Marston’s cock impaling him.
Marston smiled and stroked Travis’s cock. “You like my cock?”
“Yeah! I love your cock. I want it. Please, give it to me!”