G A Hauser Going Deep (pdf)

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yanked both his jeans and briefs down his legs. As he did, his erection flipped out of his clothing.
Nude, Dylan relaxed his arms at his sides and waited, giving Eric a good inspection as
well, trying to judge his opinion.
Son of a bitch. Fucking hard already. I m impressed.
Dylan stroked his own cock lightly. I don t know why I get so hot from it. I guess it s all
those years playing ball and being in the locker room with dozens of naked men. I just don t feel
intimidated.
How about ejaculating?
What about it? Dylan kept fingering his own cock lightly.
You ever jack off in front of anyone?
I had one girlfriend that got hot from it. Years ago.
Girlfriend?
At the odd look on Eric s face, Dylan asked, You don t think I m gay, do you?
You wouldn t be the first who s not.
Sorry? Dylan was lost again.
I want a test run.
Okay. I suppose that s what I came here for. Dylan touched his jeans. Should I put
these back on?
Up to you.
How far are we walking?
Down the hall.
Dylan folded his clothing over his arm, picking up his boots. He nodded he was ready.
Before they entered another room with a light glowing with the words shooting in
progress over the door, Eric put his fingers to his lips, indicating quiet. Dylan nodded.
Eric waved over an assistant, and he took Dylan s clothing for him.
Dylan walked behind a camera with Eric. Eric pointed to the action about to take place on
a bed in the center of three cameras. That s Jay Mason, our director.
In panic, Dylan scanned the small room. There were four stark naked men, Jasper
included, three cameramen, and a few male assistants. Where the hell are the women? he said
to himself. Eric put his index finger to his own lips to hush him.
Two of the men began kissing hotly as Jasper s dick was sucked and the other man
watched, jerking off.
Oh no. Oh no& Dylan panicked. No women. No fucking women. Oh my fucking god!
Gay! This is gay porn? No one told me this is gay porn! Help me.
Cut! Jay Mason yelled. Nice. Take a break.
Jay, I ve someone here for you to meet. Eric brought Dylan over. Jay, this is Dylan
Conway.
Dylan shook his hand, trying to get used to the intimate inspections.
Looks like he s over eight inches. Could we be that lucky? Jay asked in a very serious
tone to Eric.
When we do his bio we ll get him measured. Still need a name for him.
Dylan? Jay asked, Any preference for a name?
Name? Dylan was numb. Name?
I like Dick Rich. Always have, Eric offered. Been holding that one out for ages.
Dylan? Dick Rich?
Jay joked, Not Rich Dick?
Too obvious. Eric winked at him playfully.
Let s do a solo, Jay suggested.
He s straight. He ll need either a female fluffer or some women s mags.
No biggie. Jay addressed Dylan, Gay for pay? Wouldn t be our first. Some of our
biggest names are.
Gay for pay? Dylan was still flabbergasted. Gay for pay? What the hell was gay for pay?
Okay, babe. Go in front of the cameras. Jay pointed to where the other naked men had
been, including a nude Jasper, who were now curious voyeurs behind the cameras watching him.
Go have a seat or stand. However you usually jerk off, Dylan. Er, I mean Dick. Eric
laughed. What kind of magazines would you like? You like Playboy or something raunchier?
Uh& Dylan looked at all the eyes staring at him in the room. Anything s fine.
Get him a Playboy, Eric directed the assistant.
With practiced efficiency, Dylan was handed one.
There ya go. Let s see what you ve got, Jay encouraged.
See what I ve got? Dylan met Jasper s eye. He could tell he was trying to communicate to
him not to be nervous. It wasn t working.
Feeling like he had been duped or somehow missed a very important fact about the films
he was encouraged to audition for, Dylan was trying to come up with an excuse in his head to
leave.
Uh, look, guys, I m not gay. I can t& uh& say, fellas, this gay-for-pay business, does that
mean what I think&
But instantly, and for no reason, Madison Henning came to his mind. Bold. Confident.
Successful. Handsome. And certainly a man who had faith in Dylan s ability to do anything he
chose. Even play pro ball one day. Who knew? Madison made Dylan feel that anything wasn t
out of the realm of possibility.
Adding to that argument was tomorrow s shift delivering pizza. It was enough motivation
for him to give anything a try. And the men here acknowledged he was straight. So there was no
slight to his masculinity. They even handed him a Playboy with Pamela Anderson in it. No one
here thought he was gay. So? No harm no foul.
He set the magazine on the bed that had been used in the previous scene. Men aimed
cameras his way. Dylan ignored them but grew erect knowing they were the silent voyeurs.
Flipping to the centerfold, Dylan began stroking himself.
Before he knew it, Dylan closed his eyes, forgot the photograph, lavishing in the fact that
almost a dozen men were getting turned on watching him masturbate.
That stimulated him so much more than any nude picture could. He began rising higher
and higher at the thrill. A tiny sound of someone in the background inhaling, possibly out of
arousal, met his ears, increasing his enthusiasm.
Dylan ran his free hand over his chest and nipples, smoothing his fingers slowly
downwards. As his cock throbbed and hardened, Dylan massaged his balls, feeling their weight
and softness in his hand. He peeked from under his eyelids to see every hungry leer aimed at his
body, cock, face, licking their chops, holding their breath. It set him on fire.
Parting his lips, Dylan gasped, jerking faster, spreading his legs to brace himself for the
orgasm. He met Eric s eyes; the best looking fucker in the room and most likely the oldest.
Staring directly at that producer of gay porn, Dylan shot his large load.
Milking it, seeing it spatter the centerfold he hadn t bothered using, he caught his breath.
Mother fucker, Jasper hissed.
Cut, Jay spoke softly to the camera crew.
As Jay and Eric approached him, Dylan continued to pull gently on his dick.
You re in. Jay peered down at the spattered magazine. Pamela not your cup of tea?
Huh? Dylan was light-headed and wished he had a shot of brandy.
Nothing. Jay handed the magazine to his assistant to get rid of it.
Dylan found Eric staring at him. As he gazed back, Dylan licked his dry lips, still
recuperating and very nervous after what he had done.
Someone get him some water, Eric ordered, obviously reading the expression on
Dylan s face. Jay, I want to measure him up and write a quick bio. Eric closed the gap between
them.
Dylan thanked the young assistant for the bottle of water and chugged it thirstily.
We need to have a chat, Mr. Rich . Eric smiled wryly. Put your clothing on and come
back to my office.
Nodding, Dylan finished his water and set the empty bottle aside. As he dressed, he met
Jasper s proud eyes.
You were perfect, Jasper mouthed silently.
Dylan blushed and smiled shyly in return.
Once he had dressed he followed Eric back to his office. Dylan flopped down heavily on
the chair in front of his desk as Eric beamed at him.
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