The Summer of 2005 sure ended with a bang. First, I was browsing Grace's site for some new porn, and saw a video titled "Alex sucks a big cock POV." I thought this sounded promising, but when I opened it, I saw a familiar looking door.

 

 

It opened, and some young muscled blonde guy walked in. I think he was supposed to be affecting a sad or lonely look?

 

 

I was sure the decor looked familiar, but I didn't recognize this guy. Maybe some new actor Grace had signed, and he had a big cock that Alex was about to suck? But then, I realized if it was a POV video, the camera shouldn't be on him. Before I could put two and two together...

 

 

There was the blonde kid naked on a couch and the cameraperson was stroking his dick. More deja vu hit me as I realized I recognized this couch, this TV, this room...

 

 

And holy shit, this dick! This was Grace and Chad's place, and that was definitely Chad holding the camera. I'd already seen his dick up close, not just on video, but also, you know, that one time we DP'd Grace together. So I was sure it was him, and that was definitely their house. That meant...

 

The blonde kid was Alex! And the big cock being sucked was clearly Chad's.

 

 

I'm not really into gay porn at all, but I couldn't look away, simply because the questions were swimming through my head. Was Chad gay? Or bi?

 

 

Did Grace know this was going on? Silly. Of course she did. It was on her website!

 

 

So I shut off the video and locked this away as something I'd definitely need to ask Chad about next time I saw him.

 

Which didn't take long, since we found an excuse to meet up for drinks the next weekend.

 

 

I told him about what I'd seen, and how I was pretty sure it was him.

 

 

"Okay," he said, "but you gotta keep this quiet."

 

 

"Whatever you need, my man."

 

 

"So, it was like this. We were filming a gangbang scene."

 

 

"Seems risky if Grace is off her pill."

 

 

"Oh yeah, she didn't tell you? We don't have to worry about that, anymore."

 

 

"Seriously? Congratulations, man!"

 

 

"Thanks," Chad beamed. He was clearly excited to be a father. "Obviously, we wanted to try to squeeze in a few big money-maker scenes while we had the time. Once Grace starts showing, it will be only preggo fetish shoots, and then time off."

 

 

"Man, the things I learn about this business talking to you."

 

 

"Ha, yeah. Anyway, one of the guys we hired for this shoot was this newcomer named Alex. He did very well. But after, we learned that he mostly preferred men and was hoping to focus on gay scenes."

 

 

"Find a job you like, and you'll never, you know, whatever they say," I offered.

 

 

"Right. And I really only like fucking women, but I think you know by now I can perform pretty much anywhere in any situation."

 

 

"I see you have that quality."

 

 

"Which you share," he said, "by the way! Grace and I often talk about how much of a missed opportunity it is that we didn't convince you to keep doing this!"

 

 

"Thanks. It's not that I don't like the sex. It's just the cameras still freak me out a bit. But get back to Alex."

 

 

"Yeah, so it was all Grace's idea. After we all took turns painting her face, she took me aside and asked what I thought about going gay. I protested that it would be out of character for me, and would not go down well."

 

 

"It certainly took me by surprise," I said.

 

 

"But she had an answer, as she always does. She's the brains of our operation. She said we only do it POV. No one ever sees my face. Viewers see a hot guy sucking my dick, and they get to imagine they're me. And I don't have to ruin my reputation as a ladies' man among the straight fans. Then she looked at me, still wiping some cum from her chin, and said, 'Besides, a mouth's a mouth, right?'"

 

What could I say to that logic? I promised Chad no one would ever hear about their venture into new porn genres from me.

 

Anyway, I took some time to myself that summer, too. Worked on my hobbies, tried to stay fit.

 

 

And I was really connecting with Aiyana.

 

 

We were having legit date nights, now. Just hanging out and having fun. No pressure. Sex not assumed.

 

 

And then, I finally got a return call from Carlton Washington, who said he was in my neck of the woods on business, and would I like to meet to discuss my book? So I met him at a little bar in Oasis Springs. When I got there, he was dressed to the nines, already enjoying a cocktail.

 

 

So, I went over what I'd gotten from the other partners, and asked his opinion.

 

 

"Here's the deal," he said. "None of these guys have it right, but none of them really have it wrong, either. The work, or the fun."

 

 

"So tell me."

 

 

"Well, my wife and I were excited I got such an offer. And since the firm was in Newcrest, it was a pretty easy commute."

 

 

"You never moved there?"

 

 

"No way. I know this sounds weird from a famous civil rights attorney, but that neighborhood was too white. At least at the time. Sahel and I were planning on raising a family, and we wanted our children to have a chance to go to school and play with other children of color. Not because we didn't want them around white people. We just didn't want them around only white people. We wanted them to experience diversity."

 

"So, how did that go?"

 

"Well, slowly. Sahel and I loved each other very much. Still do. But we just could not get pregnant."

 

 

"And not for lack of trying! We tried. I mean, eventually, it did finally take, and now we have two beautiful daughters. But it's weird that it happened so late. We are both in our 50's now, and our daughters haven't even started high school yet.

 

"But I digress. So the firm. Do you really want to know about our work?"

 

"Actually," I said, "it's the play part that's turned out to be so interesting."

 

 

"I thought so. I mean, let's be honest. The firm was basically a sex club throughout the 70s and 80s. And I took full advantage. Not even Cormac and Vicente know everything I was doing. Like Rose. Vicente's secretary. He'd be pissed to know that for one torrid summer, I was fucking the hell out of her."

 

 

"And back then, man, could I go. I mean, any hot-blooded male has to get off, right? But when I was young, man, there were days I would get a nooner from Katie in the office."

 

 

"Then visit the whorehouse on the way home."

 

 

"And still have the energy to rail Sahel at night."

 

 

"Jesus," I said. "That sounds like the life."

 

"It is. And when nothing else is going on, I always know where to get a fix. Right now, I got this girl at the Foundry Cove Club who gives great head."

 

 

"Any of this cause problems at work or home?"

 

"Nah. At work, we don't really talk about it. And at home, well, Sahel and I have always had an understand, if you know what I mean."

 

"You swing?"

 

"No, not exactly. We don't do that. But we do let each other have fun, and we just don't ask about it. A strict no jealousy rule."

 

"Sounds convenient."

 

"Yup. Like, for example, she's been doing a lot of work with a local Congressperson for her charity lately. Rumors are going around that they've been fucking."

 

 

"So do I ask her about it? No. Does she tell me? No. Do I get jealous? No. And she gives me the same space."

 

"Well," I said, "since you've clearly got the hall pass to end all hall passes, before you leave town, drive up into the city and meet my girl Latasha. You won't be disappointed. Although, I should warn you, she's picky. She'll want to make sure you measure up before she gives you anything."

 

"I can handle that."

 

 

"Good man. If you pass the test, she's a master."

 

 

"I'll give her a visit. Wouldn't mind getting this ol' dick wet before I have to jump on the plane."

 

 

So, anyway, our interview ended, and Carlton went to find Latasha, and I went home, but Carlton and Latasha wasn't the bang I said this month ended with.

 

A few days later, I was having drinks at the bar in Del Sol, and ran into a friend.

 

 

I honestly hadn't seen Erin in person in at least a year and a half. We hit it off right away. She was always so easy to be around. She'd been doing really well, and had a new house (that big mansion I already knew about, but I didn't tell her that), and invited me over to check it out.

 

 

So I went along, and she showed me the place.

 

 

Including her Starlight Award I had watched her win a couple years prior.

 

 

And we started entering familiar territory with a quick skinny dip in one of her pools (yes, she has more than one).

 

 

At any rate, after we left the pool, it was getting late, and I had a feeling it was now or never, so I shot my shot.

 

 

And it landed.

 

 

Her phone rang while I was eating her out. Her agent. She said she had to answer, but when I briefly stopped, she said, "No! Keep going!" and answered the phone.

 

 

And from there we just got downer and dirtier.

 

 

So, yeah. Like I said earlier. Things were going great with Aiyana and me.