He supposed that little slap on the ass is what did it.
Greg Proops took another drag on his cigarette, then blew out the
gray-white smoke
and tossed a shotglass full of tequila into his mouth. He winced
as the liquor burned its
way down his throat, and he let out a hoarse groan as the fingers
holding the glass grew
limp. He dropped the empty glass onto the floor of his trailer
and took another quick hit
on the cigarette.
As a rule, Greg never drank or indulged in anything illegal on
the Warner Brothers lot
while shooting the show, but he always kept the possibility for
personal enjoyment
around. The tequila (a gift from Drew during the Christmas
holiday) had remained
untouched in the bottom of his closet for almost two months, and
he had some m.j.
stuffed into the toe of one of his shoes for emergency purposes.
Marijuana always
calmed him down; tequila energized him. Today happened to be a
tequila day.
He stared down at himself in near-disgust, his gaze focused on
the tent pole that poked
up from underneath the crotch of his pants. Tent pole. Hard-on.
Woody. The one-eyed
royal guard of Her Majesty's Army. Shit, it embarrassed him.
I'm forty-three years old, he thought with self-loathing, sitting
around with the mother
of all erections like a junior high kid in swim class. All
because I started thinking about...
Greg's mind turned back to the day's shooting of the 100th
episode of "Whose Line,"
and how the game "Scenes from a Hat" had gone. Drew
pulled a suggestion out of the
hat for the performers to show outtakes from the episode, and
Greg came up with the
idea for him and Wayne to make out on stage. Wayne had gotten the
idea after only a
few words and the bit had been great, but in the process of
faking a sexual interest in
one another, Wayne had unknowingly taken a step in the wrong
direction and spanked
Greg. It hadn't done anything to him at the time, but when he got
back to his trailer and
started thinking about it, the feel of Wayne's strong, warm hand
against his bottom had
gotten Greg excited.
Wayne, a happily-married man, would never even consider doing
such a thing off stage
to him, and Greg felt the same way about Wayne. Unlike the devout
Christian, however,
Greg had slept with other men before. He'd been a part of
threesomes, and on one not-
so-memorable stoned occasion, an integral part of a foursome. He
loved his wife and he
counted sex with her to be the best thing he'd ever found, but
sometimes his tastes
wavered in other directions.
God, his dick hurt. The erection that had sprung up almost
immediately following the
thought about Wayne remained unattended to beneath his trousers.
He hoped it would
go down, or at least soften up a little, but the more he
remembered being in Wayne's
arms, his face pressed into the man's neck and his arms wrapped
around that fit,
muscular body...
"Fuck," he swore softly.
Greg shook his head and set the cigarette between his lips, then
reached down and
started to unbuckle his belt. He couldn't help it any longer,
even though he knew that he
should just let it alone to see if it would go down on its own--
he knew Jennifer would
certainly like some for later-- but the extreme discomfort of his
confined erection could
no longer be ignored.
"Dammit, I hate jerking off," he hissed through his
teeth. He unhooked and unzipped his
pants, moved aside the loosened belt, then hooked his thumbs
under his underwear and
lifted his hips off the chair. Just as he slid his pants over his
hips, however, he heard a
knock at the door.
Greg froze, staring down at the stiff pole of flesh as he freed
himself from his clothing.
He swallowed and looked at the door, then let out an exhale of
relief. At least he'd
locked it.
"Who is it?" he called as he stood up and pulled his
pants back on.
"Colin," came the voice from the other side of the
door.
"Just a sec, Colin," he replied.
With some difficulty, Greg managed to put the raging hard-on
away, then he zipped up
his pants and headed for the door. He paused and picked up the
suit jacket that sat on
a chair to his right, then hung it over his right arm to hide his
crotch before he opened the
door.
Colin stood in the doorway, leaning against one side of it with
his right hand in his pants
pocket, studying the fingernails on his left hand. His brown eyes
swiveled up and he
smiled as Greg took a few steps back.
"About time," he remarked.
Greg managed a shaky smile. "I was kind of busy."
"Doing what?" Colin took a few steps into the room and
spotted the open bottle of
tequila. He smiled and watched as Greg closed the door, then
locked it. "Hey, what's
the occasion?"
"Nothing. I just wanted a drink."
Colin nodded, then crossed the room and dropped down into the
chair across from
where Greg had been sitting. Greg went over and resumed his
chair, the jacket still
covering his middle. Colin performed the familiar gesture of
biting the inside of his cheek
as he studied Greg's uncomfortable seated position.
"You cold, Greg? What's with the jacket?"
"I, uh, just got out of the bathroom," he lied.
"Haven't got my pants together."
"So go ahead and fix `em."
Greg licked his lips, then let out a hiss of frustration and hung
his head. "Shit, Col. I got
a stiffie."
Colin smiled. "I kind of thought you did. Let me guess.
Because of what Wayne did,
right? I remember you telling me that you liked to be
spanked."
He nodded reluctantly. "Yeah. At least this didn't happen on
camera. But I mean, it's
ridiculous. I'm not attracted to Wayne. He's not attracted to me.
Sure, he's got a great
body but--" Greg waved one hand in the air in frustration,
then pointed to the jacket.
"If I was gonna have thoughts like this, it would be more
about you and Ryan than him."
Colin gave him a strange, knowing look. The two of them had a
history of experiences
in England that had bordered on sexual encounters, but neither
man had ever really
taken the step to consummate such a relationship. They both loved
their wives too
much, plus they had to work together quite frequently and didn't
want to foster an
uncomfortable work environment. Greg restrained his desires
because he couldn't be
sure whether or not Colin had any inclinations towards
homosexuality in him.
"Well, Ryan's left for the day," Colin said in a slow
voice. "So I guess that leaves just
you and me, huh?"
Greg blinked. He couldn't be sure if he'd heard the insinuation
in his friend's voice
correctly. Maybe the erection had taken some blood flow away from
his brain. "Huh?"
Colin shook his head, a small, shy smile on his face. "I
know this is totally out of
character for me, but it helps to be spontaneous, right?"
"Colin?" He couldn't find the right words to respond.
"Greg," Colin said in a soft voice, "I know that
you go both ways. I never have, but...
if I had to choose someone to... try it on, it would be
you."
His mouth felt dry. "Try what on, Col?"
"You know."
Slowly, a little uncertain of his own actions but drawn by the
look of sexual frustration
on Greg's face, Colin slid out of his chair and knelt in front of
Greg. He rested his hands
on Greg's knees and looked up at him. Greg could feel Colin's
hands trembling slightly,
as they always did when he got nervous, and Greg bit his bottom
lip. The shy, quiet
Canadian pulled the jacket off of his lap and tossed it to the
side, revealing the distorted
triangle of Greg's pants.
"You know, I had to play a transvestite in that movie I
filmed," he told Greg. His hands
began to move up and down the other man's thighs in slow circular
motions. "And it got
me thinking. If I was gay, who would I want to be with? Who would
I want to please?"
He hesitated. "Do you mind?"
"Mind? No, Colin. I've always kind of hoped for this,
actually" Greg heard himself reply.
"Me, too."
"Really? I thought you were the straightest guy in the
group."
Colin heard the excitement in Greg's voice and his smile grew
wider. "I guess my acting
skills aren't all that bad, then. Are they?"
Before Greg could reply, Colin reached up and unzipped Greg's
pants with a shaky but
strong grip. He wrapped his fingers around the trousers and
underwear, then tugged
everything down, his cool fingers sliding down Greg's warm skin
as he did so. Greg
raised his hips obligingly as Colin pulled the material all the
way to his friend's ankles.
The change in his pants jangled as they hit the floor and pooled
around his feet. Colin
eased Greg's knees apart and leaned forward.
"You've got the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," he
whispered.
Greg reached down and took one of Colin's hands. "Thank
you."
"I hope I do this right." His dark gaze flickered up
again. "I want to make you happy."
"Oh, Colin, you could walk out right now and I'd be happy.
This is more than I ever
thought we'd share."
Greg slowly squeezed Colin's hand, then eased it towards his
straining member. Colin's
trembling ceased almost immediately after he wrapped his fingers
around Greg's penis,
and the man's confident grip caused Greg to lean back and shut
his eyes in satisfaction.
The hand made its way up and down his iron shaft, slowly at first
but with a squeezing
motion that alternated at different points in its journey, and he
sighed as he felt the other
hand reach down to cup and massage his testicles.
The firm but gentle stroking went on for a couple of minutes,
then Greg heard Colin shift
his position on the floor as he changed his grip. His left hand
slipped to the bottom of his
shaft and splayed out against his groin, so that Greg's cock came
up between Colin's
thumb and forefinger. His right hand drifted away from his balls
and settled comfortably
into the bend between his hip and his thigh.
Greg started to open his eyes to look at him, but Colin spoke
then.
"Don't look at me," he ordered. "Just don't look,
okay, Greg?"
Unable to respond verbally, Greg nodded and shut his eyes as he
dropped his head
back against the chair. He swallowed once and brought up his
hands, which had been
lying limp next to his legs, to grip the armrests. His body
tensed up as a strange sensation
enveloped the head of his swollen penis, but he relaxed as he
recognized the touch of a
mouth against him.
Colin slowly slid Greg's erection into his mouth, curving his
tongue so that he could
cradle the stiff flesh within his oral cavity. All six inches of
Greg became enveloped in the
warm sucking world. He felt himself tap against the back of
Colin's throat several times,
as Colin's soft lips came to rest on his curly pubic hair. As he
slid in and out of the moist
opening, Greg felt his flesh become coated with a thin layer of
saliva. The natural
lubricant, coupled with some pre-cum juice of his own, kicked his
desire up several
notches.
"Ohhhh," he groaned. "Come on, Col. Come
on..."
He began to lift his hips and thrust up at Colin in a regular
motion, and the other man
responded in turn by wrapping his lips firmly around the shaft.
Colin's hands curled
around Greg's buttocks and he increased the suction in his mouth,
which drove up
Greg's pleasure centers even further and encouraged the man to
pump himself in and
out at a faster and stronger rate. Greg slid further down on the
chair until his ass hung
off the front of it, and he grit his teeth as one of Colin's
fingers drifted down his crack
and into the tight opening of his anus.
"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed.
The finger probed, turned, and sank in with little difficulty
while Colin continued to give
Greg the blowjob of his life. Greg found himself consumed by the
sexual excitement that
ruled him. He wrapped one hand around Colin's head and forced him
to go faster,
reveling in the feel of Colin's mouth as it surrounded his penis
and in the man's long digit
that penetrated his asshole. The finger's actions moved at a
frenzied pace, sinking into
the tight well and bringing Greg that much closer to the
inevitable.
His face screwed up and his breathing began to come in short
pants.
"I'm coming," he gasped. "Oh, fuck, I'm
coming!"
Greg felt his balls twitch against Colin's chin as he said this.
Almost immediately, Colin
slipped his head out of Greg's grasp, pulling his mouth away as
he took his finger out of
Greg's ass.
Greg started to protest and open his eyes again, but the man's
hands wrapped around
his noble shaft once again and Colin began to jerk him off.
Unlike the hesitant, careful
touch that he'd used earlier, however, Colin's grip had become as
solid as Greg's
erection. He rammed one tightly-clenched fist up and down the
veined flesh as his
other hand resumed its activities with his testicles, and the
double pleasure of attention
to his genitals brought Greg to a shuddering climax. His legs
trembled uncontrollably as
he listened to the slap of flesh against flesh, and he brought
both hands back up to the
armrests, which he held onto as if he rode a rollercoaster ride.
"Aahh!"
Greg released a cry and arched his back as he came, his semen
shooting out of him with
such force that he felt certain it would hit the opposite wall.
He squeezed his eyes shut
even tighter as both of Colin's hands surrounded his cock and
pumped him dry, then he
fell back against the chair with a weak mewling noise.
"Shit," he panted. He brought both hands up and wiped
the sweat from his forehead and
his cheeks, then pulled off his glasses and drew his fingertips
underneath his eyes. "Shit,
Colin, that was fan-fucking-tastic. Can I open my eyes now?"
"Sure."
Greg put his glasses back on and cracked open his eyelids,
watching as Colin got up
and made his way over to the sink to wash his hands. He glanced
down at himself-- at
his rumpled button-down shirt, the tie hanging askew, and the way
that his flaccid penis
hung off to the left-- then dropped his head to the side and blew
out a breath.
Colin gave him a satisfied look as he finished cleaning up and
turned off the water.
"That wasn't bad," he remarked as he headed back over
to his chair.
"Not bad? Not bad?" Greg struggled up from his relaxed
position. "That is the best
blowjob I've ever had. Where the hell did you learn to do
that?"
"Hey, in case you haven't noticed, we've got the same
equipment. I just did for you
what I would've liked done." He crossed his legs, then
rested his hands on his raised
knee and smiled. "So what can I say? I'm a natural."