The Hollywood Agency Book -8-

Seth moaned and grunted as loud as he wanted, and the microphones built into the hidden cameras picked up the perfect soundtrack to jerk off to.

Cort knew what the online fans wanted. He had even taken the risk of placing a dildo in the trash, supposedly thrown away by his wife, and easy for Seth to find when he did his chores.

Every piece of the puzzle fell into place as his parents went out for a day in the park with the younger boys.

The footage Cort later saw was the hottest he had filmed of his son so far. The way Seth held the dildo and looked into the mirror was such a hot teaser that his Dad suspected Seth knew he was playing for a camera.

Seth had no qualms using the dildo he found, just rinsed it off a little before he started to suck it really deep into his throat, and, in the end, sat on it and rode it, giving his ass a hard workout.

Cort was stunned by Seth's sexual prowess soo clearly shown on screen. His son was no cute little boy any longer, even though Cort's wife Ashley treated him as one, his son Seth was pure sex on legs and evidently very active already. It did not look like the first playful tries of a young boy, the screen showed a well fucked bottom bitch using the dildo to satisfy his needs.

Seth took the dildo so easily that Cort knew someone had fucked his son before, maybe multiple times, and his sexy boy's ass was certainly no virginally tight cherry anymore, but a hungry lovetunnel, made to be used.

Cort decided to take his family on a long weekend trip to give Seth the house to himself, so hopefully he would invite his mysterious fucker over to be caught on camera.

Cort hoped the Agency would have a new model pretty soon. The boy or man who fucked his young son would pay the price.

At the same time a photoshoot on the beach was in full swing. Callum Masters, one of the agency's most profitable models, had been booked for a beachwear shoot and had been busy for hours now, as he heard a voice shout: “ACTION!”

Callum heard the command, but he knew it was meant for another model. It was a sunny day on the beach, perfect to shoot a series with some hot young men.

Callum had free time between his shots, and he was in the privacy of a luxurious motor home. The AC was running, the fridge provided cold drinks, even ice, and the TV was on, showing a scene from one of the newest videos Callum had stared in.

It was not his motor home, though, and he was not alone. He was not relaxing at all, he was working.

By his side was another young man, and both of them were on their knees, licking and sucking the dick of a third man.

The Producer of today's photo-shoot.

Callum and the boy Joey, a kid that had been nosy enough to walk over from the workout area at 'Muscle Beach Venice' to snoop around the set, serviced the man, following his whims.

Maybe Joey was there because he hoped an important man like the Producer would 'discover' him and sign him into a modeling contract, but Callum was there since the Producer told him to be.

It was that simple.

Joey gagged and chocked on the hefty cock of the Producer, while Callum forced the boy's head down. Joey had no say while he was used like a rag doll, even Callum had to do what he was told.

Later, after the Producer came like a rocket and made the younger, sexy, muscled boy drink his load, Callum lead Joey out and over to the catering trailer. He somehow felt he had to apologize, and as the sweaty and disheveled Joey was gulping down a coke on ice, the guys talked.

Joey turned out not to be angry at all. No apologies were needed, he knew what he wanted and he had tried his luck. He was still starstruck, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, after he shared a Producer's dick with Callum, the famous model, which was even more than he had hoped for.

The kid was cute as a button and dumb as a rock, and Callum felt his dick stir at the prospect of fucking the young and sexy boy.

Callum had come a long way.

Since he had started his career at JM Modeling Agency, working in the modeling business for the first time, his attitude had changed, as well as his appearance.

Nowadays he was the fashion-model he had dreamt of being. Not many people out there realized the good looking guy posing for jeans, beachwear or the latest fragrance had starred in the hardest, filthiest gay porn imaginable.

The films with Thug Studios had been produced for a very selected audience, and the fact that Callum had considered himself straight, just pretending to be gay, was not openly known, was not public knowledge.

Living the 'fantasy' had slowly evolved. As Callum had topped a few guys, both older men and younger boys, he realized that a hole is a hole, and a dick does not only hurt, but can feel good as well.

Callum had slowly discovered he could appreciate his 'other side', he could savor his 'gay side', he could relish fucking a tight ass or getting sucked by a pair of full, red boy lips, as well as service a man who knew how to trigger Callum's submissive streak.

Callum was now openly gay, and it was not just an act. John Meyers had opened Pandora's box, and the feelings he had unleashed had paved the way to Callum's success in the modeling business as well as his private joy and contentment.

Joey said something, and Callum realized his dick was hard and he had been following a nice and sexy daydream.

“Beg your pardon?” Callum had learned to speak in an upper-class manner since he had to handle high class clients.

Joey giggled as he imitated what he had heard: “Beg youuur paaadon?” he spoke in a mocking 'British' accent to tease Callum, but giggled even more as he stopped playing and used his normal voice:

“Sorry man.... you seem to be really hot.... and nice. Maybe we can have a drink or two when you are done here?”

He emphasized the hidden meaning of his question by fondling the hefty hardon tenting Callum's shorts. The model wore designer shorts, as usual. After all, he did not have to pay anything for the stuff they gave him, and the designers knew that he made amends by showing off his goods in their goods, literally speaking.

Even though Callum always tried to look natural for his fans, his style and his looks were carefully planned.

Some paparazzi pictures were priceless, and Callum knew he would be the center of interest if he had the sexy boy in his arms when they walked of the beach today.

“Cool, yeah! Drinks at my place? Sounds awesome..uhm..? “Callum hesitated, not even knowing the boy's name.

“Joey, my name is Joey!”

Callum gave him a small smile. Joey knew the famous model may have been too busy as he knocked at the motor home door and the producer had called him in. Callum was already on his knees, sucking dick, naked, his muscular backside turned to the door, and Joey had thrown an instant boner.

As the producer had grinned and gestured to Joey to kneel next to Callum, there had been no need for a formal introduction.

“Joey.... yes.... uhm.... Sorry man, I didn't catch your name before!” Callum smiled and Joey felt his heart melt. The famous model was actually a nice guy. Not only being hot, with a muscled body and a really incredibly huge dick, but also a nice character and a good heart.

They talked until a production assistant walked over and told Callum to get into the first Speedo.

The model's dick was not fully hard any longer since the two had been engaged in a serious talk, no sexy banter, and the production assistant nodded as he inspected the beachwear on the model.

The shooting went flawlessly. Joey watched, and in the end, as the photographer had announced all the pictures were done and he just needed some last quick test shots, he saw that Callum gave his dick a little tug here and there, and the model's cock grew hard as steel and was visible like a tent pole.

Joey realized Callum teased the photographer, gave him some sexy pictures for his private collection, and he also realized that the famous fashion photographer and the famous model just did what came naturally in this business.

Without thinking Joey walked over next to Callum, wearing his little thong with pride, and worked as an extra, much to the delight of the man taking the pictures.

He knew he would not get paid, but at least might have a foot in the door. He was a real exhibitionist, everyone could see that.

Callum knew what to expect, and as the photographer turned off the lights and said:

“Let's check the pics on the computer!” he knew the next part of his off-camera-work would begin soon.

It took Joey and Callum an hour to satisfy the photographer. Callum fucked Joey for the first time, while the boy sucked the photographer. The man only wanted to watch and be serviced, that much Callum had known, and instead of posing and jerking off he today had the chance to fuck a hot boy under the lusting eyes of the photographer to give a really hot show and leave a long lasting impression.

Joey's tight ass felt as good as expected. The boy was a true power bottom, and Callum's dick got the massage it deserved. The photographer couldn't believe what a hot show the two young muscled sluts delivered, and he jerked his cock to two steamy cum shots before he called it a day.

After Callum and Joey had showered and dressed, they walked over to Callum's BMW convertible, making sure to be seen by the paparazzi. The crowd jumped them like a pack of hyenas, and both of them knew the pictures would be hot, revealing, and arouse the interest of countless of desk men, editors and even managing editors.

Callum grinned as he calculated how quickly Troy of JM Modeling Agency would call him tomorrow.

He saw Joey had true potential, and Troy would see it as well.

The BMW took the shortest way possible to Callum's building. The successful model had followed the example of his buddies, his colleagues at JM, and bought a nice apartment in a building by the shore, overlooking the ocean and the beach, and so new and modern it would surely hold or increase it's value.

'The Shores Santa Monica' was a tall block of apartments, and even though the neighborhood was not fancy and the building was not State of the Art, Callum had found a home that he loved. He had bought a nice flat on the 14^th floor, a corner one with a spectacular view overlooking the ocean. To the north the city with the mountains in the background was visible. Visitors were usually in awe of the view.

Callum was no Greenhorn any longer. He knew Joey would be surprised, maybe even impressed, and he suspected the muscle boy would try to use Callum to gain an advantage, land a deal, a contract, make some money.

Callum watched Joey as he did the usual thing visitors did: He walked right through the living room and out onto the balcony, leaning over to see how high they were, drinking in the view.

Callum drank in the view as well. Joey had pulled a small red pair of shorts high up over his little thong before they had left the trailer and the beach, gym shorts that now emphasized his apple shaped bottom.

Callum thought how his fat dick would fuck the small round ass of Joey again after having already fucked it in front of the photographer, and he knew the benefit would be mutual. He guessed the arrangement could evolve into a lasting advantage.

"I so want to fuck you" he said as his hand went round the back of Joey's neck and pulled him into a long french kiss. Joey turned his head slightly, remaining in the same position as before, as Callum's dick was already rubbing against the sexy boy's ass.

Callum melted into the lad’s kiss, his mouth opening to let the probing tongue slip inside, the two tongues rolling over each other, sword fighting in passionate lust. He was certain he got the sweet and salty taste of cum as he explored the lads mouth, arousing him even further. He managed a "mmmmm" as they frantically kissed, eating each others mouths.

Callum knew where the taste came from, since they had serviced the powerful producer together, but now, alone in his apartment, he was the one to call the shots. He pulled away and walked inside, leaving Joey alone. As the boy turned around to see where Callum was going, the older model looked into the younger boys eyes and felt his heart melt.

Callum walked right into his bedroom, laying down, still in his small thong, displaying his sexy body and huge bulge to turn on his new lover.

When Joey also walked into the bedroom, he wasted no time in joining Callum on the huge bed.

As they wrestled each other in their overwhelming lust, they ground their groins together. Joey could feel Callum's ramrod prick and its fat head pushing its way as if the model wanted to poke a hole through the fabric of his shorts. He could feel it pulsating in the cleft between thigh and torso, he could feel the incredible wetness from his lover’s precum. It was warm, thick, voluminous, soaking his shorts. His body quivered with the exciting thought that the cock would soon be inside him.

The overall consuming desire to fuck pushed thoughts of everything else to one side. Joey craved the feeling of a cock in his ass. A craving that had not been tamed by the fuck show for the photographer. He wanted, no, needed the model's hard cock in his butt again. He was crazed for it. Callum ripped the boy's shorts open. Joeys ass crack was exposed, and even though the boy protested for a second, he was flipped onto his back.

Accepting that he was about to be filled by Callum's dick, he was pulling his lover between his wide spread legs, feeling the insistent cock rubbing over his pubes, dueling with his own hardon, before Callum slowly pushed into his ass, almost carefully opening his assring, watching Joey's face as he took the fat bullet. The boy wrapped his legs around his lovers waist, pulling him in closer as he whispered into his ear " Fuck me...", leaving nothing to the imagination. He was hot and horny, he wanted to get fucked.

"Oh fuck, yeah. I want this soo bad" Callum replied, as he took the shaft of his prick in his hand and guided the throbbing mushroom head deeper into Joey's eager hole.

Joey had been in awe at the never ending stream of pre-fuck juice that the older model produced and smeared his cunt with, and now his well greased love tunnel opened up, while he was moaning and sighing with every inch he took of the cock head.

Every nerve in Joey's body screamed out "Fuck me!" His lover and he were in-tune with one another and Joey felt the large head of the cock firmly pressed home, deep into his sphincter.

Joey had let out an involuntary gasp as the cock had first entered. It felt different from other cocks he had taken, stretching his hole more. Then Callum's long rod hit that second sphincter. There was a sharp jab of pain as the knob end breached it but Joey happily put up with it. He had a cock in him, making him scream out his lust, and he was willing to take the pain for the overwhelmingly powerful lust he felt.

He had heard that this guy Callum Masters was a sissy, an insatiable cock slut, ready and able to get fucked for hours, suck dick like a Hoover, and didn't care how old the guy was, but now Callum proved he was a real man, not only a facade, not a hollow muscle toy boy but a real man, ready and able to deliver a mean, forceful fuck.

As the fat long cock slowly processed up his anal canal, Joey could feel it stretching his gut. Even though he was tight, the shaft of the hard prick was sliding into him easily, not yielding to any resistance.

New sensations rippled through his ass and spread across his body, driving him wild. His ankles linked over his lovers ass cheeks – pushing down on them, forcing the cock deeper and deeper into him.

Joey's fingers raked his lovers back as he let out screams of delight. He was a true power bottom, a boy that really worked the guy who was fucking him, not laying still and waiting until it was over.

"Fuck, that's gorgeous!" Joey screeched. "Ooooohh fuckin' go deeper.... bury that cock in me.... fuck me hard" he panted.

The flared dickhead progressed unstoppably into Joey's ass, inch by inch the hard rod vanished into his hot wet cunt. He squirmed and writhed under the cock until he could feel that balls on balls feeling, his lover's cock all the way in him. He flexed his ass around the shaft, massaging it within him.

"Oh fuck that feels good....Work my dick, milk me baby!” his lover panted as he started to slowly fuck Joey.

The sexy boy clung tightly to his lover, pulling his head down to him, planting his lips firmly on his lover's, prodding his tongue through those red full lips into Callum's salivating mouth. His body felt on fire as the prick slid easily now, the passage for the immense cock head been cleared. Each thrust inside of him excited 'that spot' and he convulsed in ecstasy.

Wave after wave of pleasure flowed over him, feeling like little orgasms. His dick pumped out a steady stream of precum.

Callum would need to work harder to make him cum, Joey said to himself. He wanted to impress the successful model, he wanted to show him how good a milking could be. And he wanted to make the model pant and sweat as he really worked for his gratification, an unforgettable orgasm.

The scene became one of a frenetic sexual wrestling – writhing bodies grappling at each other, both of them lost in the intensity of the fuck. Joey was almost screaming with lust, begging Callum to fuck him harder and harder. The owner of that cock lost himself in the wonderful pleasure he was having, fucking the cuntboy underneath him.

Callum was eager to cum now, the pressure in his balls was growing with each thrust. He could feel them boiling, tightening, wanting – needing – their release.

Joey was moaning, unable to say a word. Every stab of the prick into him sent shivers through his frame, the volcano of orgasm building.

He felt his lovers cock swell inside, he clenched his ass around him. Grunts and groans rang around the bedroom as the fucking cock spurted its load into him. This guy was no 'one deep final thrust' merchant – he pistoned in and out of Joey even after he blew his load into him. Callum wanted to see the boy cum without using his hands, cum just by getting his prostate worked over by the master.

Joey felt his ass was filled with his lovers sperm, washing over his prostate. The friction of the still rigid shaft over the 'spot' triggered Joey's own orgasm. His cock jerked in unison with the throbber in his ass, his piss slit expanded and suddenly he was covered in his own jizz.

Joey's ejaculation grew as the prick inside him continued to spurt. His cock took on a life of its own and became a geyser of hot cum – ropes of spunk now pumped out of him.

It covered his distended belly, sprayed over his pecs and splattered the hard nubs of his nipples. The intensity of his orgasm made his ass ring clamp onto his lovers shaft, eliciting growls of pleasure from him.

Callum, still rhythmically fucking, leaned over Joey and their lips met in animalistic frenzy. Joey's hands were gripping his lovers back – crazed by the feeling of the pulsating cock and the squelching cum.

Neither of them seemed to want to stop – fucking or spunking.

Finally they seemed to have drained their balls and fell, exhausted, into each others arms, still exchanging passionate kisses and caresses, both panting from their exertions.

Joey was satisfied for the moment, as his own cum slowly dried on his chest, his nipples sprayed with it, his chest hair matted with it. He felt his hole tighten as Callum pulled his dick back out of it, and now a stream of his lovers cum pooled under his wrecked ass. The scent of sperm filled the air.

His lover, propped up beside him, tweaked his cum coated nipples, working them his fingers, pinching and pulling them, while alternating to using his well trained tongue, licking them clean slowly.

"Fuck boy, you are one good fuck!"

Joey just smiled as he replied "SO are you!" taking hold of the flaccid dick and rubbing the remains of jizz and ass juices across the still twitching cock head "So are you" he repeated.

They lay there recovering, chatting while they played with each other, Joey gently stroking the object of his pleasure, hoping up on hope that it would soon be hard again, Callum lazily fingering Joey's open, leaking hole.

Both knew the night was still young, and Callum once again realized John Meyers had been right.

He was gay, he was hot, and he was irresistible.

Suddenly Joey did something Callum had not anticipated. He grabbed the remote of the entertainment system and switched on the TV, switched to the online porn channel, and typed in a certain address.

He giggled impishly as he felt Callum tighten his muscles. The model was spooning him from behind, and Joey felt the muscled model react, almost automatically, as a Thug Video Presentation logo filled the screen.

He held the remote control far enough away to stop Callum from reaching it, as the screen showed a grunting, kneeling, white boy, getting fucked by a muscular black.

Callum closed his eyes in shame for a second as he realized Joey must have seen not only his pictures in the high gloss magazines, modeling jeans or beachwear, but also those films.

The porn he wanted to forget.

On screen a second black man scooted on the bed, now filmed from the side, and Callum got spit roasted.

Joey, unfazed by the fact that he had the star model confronted with his early work in hardcore porn films, pushed back and his hungry ass took Callum's surprisingly hard prick again.

“UUUrghmmm yeah....! Fuck me again!”

Much to his own surprise, the hardcore sex on screen turned Callum on. He was hard as steel again, and fucked the impish boy as hard as those big muscled blacks had fucked him for the filming.

Joey knew Callum was pissed. He wanted to make the model fuck him into oblivion, fuck him harder then ever, he wanted to be used like a toy, like the slutty toyboy he was.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Harder! Ram it in! Gimme that fat cock! “

The bed was rocking as Callum pulled out all the stops. He had been cumming several times that day, and now his libido surprised even himself, but his dick needed much more time to climax then usual.

Joey bucked and rocked, fucked back, his boy ass milked Callum's fuckstick for all it was worth.

The older athlete covered the younger boy with his muscular body, held him down as he fucked him hard, fast, and deep. Joey now let out high pitched squeals, and Callum knew the boy had bitten off more than he could chew, but he didn't care.

Joey needed a lesson he wouldn't easily forget. Callum was the star with the fat dick, Joey just a fan with a tight ass.

It took Callum another fifteen minutes to come. As he emptied his balls into Joey, the boy laid still, just panted. Callum came down from his high, his fuck frenzy, his animalistic wave of pure and raw lust.

He panted just like Joey, but while the boy felt great, the model regretted what he had done.

“Joey? Baby I'm sorry! I didn't mean to rape you.... “

“Shhhush...!” Joey giggled as he made that noise that made Callum shut up.

“I did what I did because not only did I like those films, but I also thought there's much more to you! I love to be used, I love to be fucked hard, I love a Daddy to use me!”

He squirmed out of Callum's grip and turned to face the man. His pubic area was all covered in cum, and Callum realized the boy had been cumming, big time, maybe twice, while Callum nailed him into the mattress.

“Fuck Kiddo, your a real slut!” They both giggled. The screen now showed Callum in a sling, and a row of black fuckers waited for their turn, but it did not bother him any more. Joey accepted his past, was turned on by it, had even contacted Callum on purpose, not by accident.

“Fuck you..!” Callum now chuckled, realizing what the boy had done. “Is your name Joey for real, or did you just make it up to be able to get me in bed with a nice story?”

He was not pissed off any more. He had had a nice afternoon with a couple of hot fucks, and even if Joey now just got up and left, Callum would have no hard feelings. But Joey surprised him.

“My name is Joey, actually Joseph Alexander Hamilton the third, but only my mom uses 'Joseph Alexander' when she is pissed, and the full name is only used in legal documents.” Joey gave one of his patented giggles again, and looked a lot like a young boy, caught with his hands in the candy box.

Callum listened to the story his friend had to tell, his eyes wide in utter surprise. The 'young beach boy' and ' sexy boy slut' attitude was maybe a character created for a role play, but slowly the real Joey crept out, like a crab from under a stone.

Joey's family was one of the oldest in Los Angeles, owning several mansions in Beverly Hills, some of the family members had been Majors, others even Senators, and there were several business magnates among them as well.

Joey just giggled again as he blurted out: “You know my Uncle!”

Callum put on the wrinkled face of a man in deep thought, but Joey saw right through the act as he said: “You know him, but you don't know his real name!”

He giggled again, this time a mix of rich kid cockiness and Pillsbury Dough Boy, blurting out:

'The Risqué Fantasy Underwear Line', you remember?” Callum had been invited to three of their parties so far, always a hard night and a huge amount of money to gain.

“Yeah and..? Was your uncle a guest or something?”

Joey gave another giggle and simply said: “HE IS RISQUE, DUMMY!”

Callum asked, surprised: “You mean Mr. Diaz is your uncle.... but....he's latin!”

Again Joey giggled, and it slowly started to annoy Callum. The giggle sounded sometimes cocky, sometimes childish, and now arrogant, like a rich kid playing with his poor buddy from school.

Callum turned away and wanted to put his feet on the ground to get up, but Joey stopped him.

“I'm sorry man, I really am. I've played this game for too long now, and it sometimes helps. Now this is really me, Joey, and I will stop acting in front of you, OK?”

His big eyes showed insecurity and longing, and Callum simply took the boy in his strong arms.

“You know baby, you don't have to act around me. Rich or poor, you have a sexy butt and a deep throat and I like to have a good fuck around!”

This time it was Joey's time to look shocked and a little annoyed, and it was Callum's time to give the giggle, this time the cute young boy giggle, the patented ' I'm cute and get away with everything' giggle.

Joey gave him a crooked smile and a punch, hitting Callum's upper arm. He simply said:

“Nah, you know my uncle as the owner of the mansion where the party takes place.”

John Meyers and Jose Diaz were the faces of the underwear company 'Risque', but Joey's uncle had the money, it seemed. Callum had been fucked by the owner of the mansion, and even though they did it several times over the three parties, he did not know his name.

Joey went on: “I bet you will meet him soon in a more.… informal setting.” He had paused slightly, giving Callum time to speculate. 'Informal setting' after hefty sex parties? What would be the next step?

Joey did not give him time to think, as he asked: “You wanna go out clubbing?” He didn't wait for Callum's answer as he decided: “Let's go and have a shower, I call some friends!”

He grabbed his phone, pressed a button, and said “Hey Siri, I need my car! “. The familiar voice answered: “Yes Joey, I will contact Mr. Jeeves for the car. Delivery to your location in about 30 minutes!”

Callum gave him a look, and Joey explained: “I took an Uber to the beach, but if you wanna go clubbing in style, you need more than your cute BMW convertible. That's for high school kids!”

Callum wanted to get annoyed, but Joey sang an old Janis Joplin song, surprisingly well:

“Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?My friends all drive Porsche's, I must make amends!”

It was Callum's turn to punch Joey this time, as he said “Oh you cocky little fuck! What's wrong with my car?”

Joey grinned, more serious this time, as he explained:

“The cool kids of Beverly Hills nowadays drive an Aston Martin, at least V8 Roadster, or Mercedes AMG GT. A Porsche Cayenne is for girls. Mom's think an SUV is more secure. But it's plain boring. And if you get a Porsche Macan, you are plain dead. No one wants to hang out with a loser with a compact.”

Callum did not really know if Joey was playing with him or just told the plain truth of today's rich kid problems, as he asked: “So what about you, Mr. Cool?”

“I'm Mr. Electric, Dummy! I have a Maybach EQS SUV and another one you will see soon”

He did not look like he would spill the beans about his car, and simply stepped into the huge shower stall and turned the hot water on. Callum followed suit and soon they were soaping each other up, massaging their muscles, exploring their sexy bodies. Joey had to stop himself licking Callum's dickhead, and as he stood up again he said:

“We don't wanna spoil our appetite!”

A minute later, after a specific tone from his phone, he walked naked and still with wet hair to open the door. A man handed him a small suitcase, seemingly not surprised by the nakedness of the young man, nor even about the hardon he shamelessly displayed.

He simply remarked: “I will wait to hear if you need me later, Sir!”

Callum overheard the few words, and after Joey had closed the door, he asked:

“What was that all about? Why did someone bring you a suitcase?”

Joey was about to giggle again, but decided to stay serious: “I can't wear the red gym shorts you ripped to pieces, right? And your stuff is way to big to fit me!”

He carried the suitcase to the bed, and as he opened it, Callum saw several pieces of clothing. He knew he would have to get his designer outfits to blend in with the crowd of Joey's friends, judging from the slacks his new friend now laid out, and the sexy silk shirt. “Wow, you said clubbing, not fine dinning!”

Joey explained: “We gotta eat! And for the clubbing: No one will be there before 12 o'clock, and we can either come here and change, or simply open our shirts.... and our zippers!”

The giggle he gave now didn't annoy Callum at all. He just commented:

“I knew you were a perv the first time I saw you!”

After they had dressed and rode the elevator down to the ground floor, Callum simply did not believe his eyes. A huge, flat, dark blue convertible parked in front of the apartment block, looking more like someone had moored his expensive Italian speedboat, or better put his yacht right in front of the building. The place was actually just a few yards away from a harbor for yachts, but a beauty like this was a rare sight.

Joey did not even need a key for the evidently bespoke super car. He walked near it, said “Hey Maybach” and the door on his side opened without even touching it, while a voice said: “ Good evening Joey!”

While he slid inside, Joey simply said: “Hey Maybach, open the door for my friend Callum, give him full access!”

As the door opened, Callum could not stop himself as he teasingly said: “Hey Maybach, thank you!” and the voice of the car answered loud and clear: “You're welcome, Callum!”

Callum did not fully realize what Joey had done. With the order: “Hey Maybach, give him full access” combined with the name Callum and Callum's immediate response, using the correct words “Hey Maybach”, the car had learned that a man by the name of Callum, recognizable by his voice, had permission to access the car fully. Which basically meant he could sit in it, and drive it.

For now an overwhelmed Callum just sat back and marveled at the huge and majestic convertible.

Joey took the shortest route to a fancy restaurant, and he certainly was well known here, as the valet had the “Hey Maybach” voice recognition permission to drive as well, and the maitre'd led them to a table without asking for a name or reservation.

The delicious meal took over two hours to savor. Callum had eaten in places like this before, and he did not feel intimidated at all, but Joey seemed to own the place.

Callum realized this might be the truth, as the maitre'd stopped at the table one last time to bid them goodbye, and they left without asking for the check.

As they walked out, not the convertible but a huge black SUV waited for them, driven by the same man that had delivered Joey's suitcase earlier.

He nodded at Callum and handed a small bag to Joey, and right as the doors were closed, Joey kicked off his shoes, stripped off his shirt and pushed his slacks down.

He smiled: “What you waiting for man, we can't go to “The Eagle” dressed like salesmen!” He tossed a harness to Callum, and some black leather chaps. Black boots completed the outfit for the muscled man, his jockstrap had to be enough to hold his stuff at bay, the harness and chaps were only meant to highlight his muscular build and present the merchandise.

Joey smiled impishly again as he described the clothing he had brought for Callum, and the way he wanted his sexy fucker to look like for the night.

He pulled some tight leather shorts out of the bag, and a white wife beater. Black boots completed the outfit for him, and they had just changed, as the driver took a left and entered Santa Monica Boulevard. A minute later he stopped in front of the infamous leather bar and strip club.

A hugely muscled young bouncer in very tight black leather jeans stood in front of the door. His bulge looked much too big to be real, and his sexy outfit was completed by something like a bra made of black leather that even accentuated his muscular physique. A white collar with a little bow-tie completed the look, and Callum knew he had been outfitted by ‘Risque’.

Joey did not hesitate as his left hand grabbed the man’s fat rod in the jeans, while his right felt the man’s sixpack, and he grinned:

“ Hola , Julio, ¿qué pasa?”

Callum knew the guy as well, from a film they did. Julio was hung like a horse, the bulge in his leathers wasn't just show. Julio grinned at Joey and Callum, and simply said: “¿Se conocen del trabajo”, basically hinting they knew each other from a job, as if Joey was now in porn too, or maybe if Joey had hired Callum as a call boy.

Callum tried his luck with his Spanish as he answered: “Solo somos amigos”, we are only friends, and the unspoken “with benefits” made Julio grin and say: “I know Joey is a tight lil slut”

While he let them pass to walk inside, Joey whispered to Callum: “Fuck... for his dick every ass feels tight!”

It took them only minutes to get their first drink, rum and coke, and make their first friends. A black hunk wearing only boots and a jockstrap danced really close behind Callum, and his hands roamed over the model's back. Joey was giving him a really tight dirty dance to his front, and Callum's dick was hard enough to nearly rip the jock in shreds and swing around freely, any time soon.

Callum saw another face he knew just minutes later, as Malik Delgaty walked out of the restrooms. He sported a slight smile like the cat that eat the canary, and Callum saw someone else he knew well followed him out of the back.

Taylor and Kerry, the Agencies lovebirds, had evidently just shared Malik's juicy cock.