The studio is almost empty when I walk in. Joey is there to film, of course, and Bryce is doing the lighting and sound today, but other than that, it’s only Rebel. Even Bear isn’t present. I’m grateful they all honored my request to give Tank as much privacy as possible for his first time bottoming on camera. I might have taken his ass virginity, but I know my grizzly bear is still hella nervous about it.

“Is he ready?” Rebel asks me in a low voice when he sees me.

I nod. “Yeah. And you got my text, right?”

“About wanting to show the prep? Yeah. I was wondering why, since you know we usually don’t show it…”

“I’ll make it sexy, I promise,” I say quickly.

Rebel puts a hand on my shoulder. “Brew, that’s not it. I’m just curious.”

“It’s… Look, it’s gonna be pretty obvious he hasn’t done this a lot, okay? Viewers are gonna notice. And if they do, I want them to know I took the time to prep him. I don’t want some teen to watch this and thinks he can have a go at his boyfriend’s virgin ass, you know? You and I, we’re used to it, and viewers know that. But Tank is different, and I wanna respect that.”

Rebel squeezes my shoulder and then lets go. “Go get dressed. Tank’s already showering.”

As if I needed Rebel to tell me that. I smile as I walk into the locker room. The pine fragrance of Tank’s shower gel hangs in the air, and I take a deep whiff. The stuff is perfect for him, for some reason.

Tank sticks his head around the corner of the shower curtain. “Hey,” he says, his eyes flashing with uncertainty.

“Hi.”

After a brief hesitation, he pulls back the curtain. I strip as fast as I can, then saunter into his shower stall. Tank doesn’t know it, but he needs me to set the tone. He can’t do this if he has any doubt he can trust me.

“Hey,” he protests, “What are you doing?”

I press a wet kiss on his mouth. “Making sure you clean yourself well.”

“I’ve been taking showers by myself since I was seven,” Tank informs me, but the corner of his mouth is pulling up into a smile.

“Good for you, but you know me. I’m a detail-oriented person.”

“You’re gonna give me a physical, Dr. Micah?”

God, I love it when Tank makes a joke. It’s so rare that it makes me proud I have that influence on him. “When’s the last time you had a prostate exam?” I tease back.

Tank maneuvers me with my back against the tiles and places a hand on both sides of my head. It’s dominant, controlling, and hot as fuck. “A few days ago,” he mumbles, bringing his mouth so close to mine his breath tingles on my lips. “When some arrogant fuckboy had his wicked way with me…”

A smile curves my lips. “Did he even manage to find your prostate?”

“Oh, he found it all right.”

I let my hand trail his back, those strong, big muscles quivering under my feather light touch. His breath catches when I reach his crack. “Do you think another exam would be helpful?”

My fingers slide over his hole, teasing, as my mouth finds his neck and nibbles a path to a spot behind his ear where he’s super sensitive.

“Brewer…”

His voice is a mix of lust and fear. My guess is his body wants me, but his mind is scared, even after last time. “I’ve got you, grizzly. I promise I’ll make it good for you…”

His hand moves to my neck, and he pulls me back to look me in my eyes. After a breathless second, he nods. “I trust you.”

A wave of warmth rolls through me. We’ve come far, Tank and me. Who would’ve thought?

I keep the tone teasing and light as we towel off and get dressed for our scene. Tank keeps watching me, following me with his eyes, as if I’m his tour guide in a strange city. He’d never admit it, but he is nervous and scared, and I get it. He’s forced to be more vulnerable on camera than he’s ever been before and that is scary.

I manage to signal Rebel that we can skip his usual pre-shoot speech. Tank and I know what to do, and I need him to keep his eyes on me. Anything else right now will only cause him to get into his own head and freak the fuck out.

We move seamlessly into the set up for the shoot, which is a couple of lines about me finally demanding he makes good on losing the bet and letting me have a go at his ass. Tank does the appropriate amount of grunting as a reaction to my brash flirting, and then we’re good to go.

I’ve already told Rebel I’m gonna take my time, so he either will have to accept a longer scene or he’ll have to edit. I’m not rushing this, because Tank can’t be rushed. The man is like a mountain that can’t be moved. All you can do is try and persuade him to move of his own volition.

We start with kissing, lots and lots of wet, deep kisses until my lips are swollen from his. My hands slip under the waist of his jeans to curl around his cock. The little sigh he emits into my mouth makes my stomach all weak.

“You like my hand on your dick?” I whisper, knowing the mics will pick it up.

“Fuck, yeah…” He ruts into my hand, so into it, it takes a while before he remembers his next line. “But I’d love your mouth even more.”

“Do you now?”

“It’s one of my two favorite sights, your mouth wrapped around my cock…” he ad libs. This was not in the script, and I wonder where he’s going with this. I gently squeeze his dick, causing him to let out one of those grunts that always shoots straight to my balls. “Mmm, what’s the other one?” I ask.

He kisses my throat, his beard rasping against my skin in a delicious way. “Watching my fat cock disappear in your greedy hole…”

Fucking hell, if he keeps up the dirty talk, this scene won’t be nowhere near as slow and long as I had planned. I give him one last kiss, then sink to my knees. “How about we grant you one of those wishes, huh?”

Tank’s cock is already rock hard when I take it out, and I have him trembling within minutes. I nuzzle his balls, breathing his musky smell in. I love that he doesn’t shave like a lot of guys, but has full, black pubic hair. There’s something intoxicating about that smell, that sensation of the coarse hairs against my face as I suck him.

I roll his balls in my hands as I suck him in deep, spurred on by the little grunts he’s making. God, I love his taste, the way his cock fills my mouth and throat completely. I’ve never been as grateful for my utter lack of a gag reflex.

“Oh dammit, I’m…”

He’s coming. Tank, the man who holds the record for the longest shoot without orgasming, is right now losing the iron grip he always has on himself. I don’t stop but allow him to grab my head with both hands and shove in deep as he explodes down my throat, his cum thick and creamy. He’s trembling under my hands, completely undone.

I lick him clean, then quickly rise to my feet to capture his mouth in a kiss. I don’t want him to start apologizing and bringing attention to what just happened. He’s startled for a second, then greedily delves into my mouth where he’s able to taste himself.

Rebel may have a problem editing that one out, but I honestly don’t care. Inside, I’m giddy with satisfaction that I made Tank lose composure. I made him come, and damn, what a rush.

We barely talk, our lines for the shoot forgotten. He whips off his shirt and kicks off his shoes and pants. Smart-ass wasn’t wearing socks to begin with, which saves us that whole awkward taking-off-the-socks dance on one foot.

I gently position him with his back toward me, his legs spread so I have access. I cover his back with little nips and kisses, while I grab the lube from my pocket and squirt some on my fingers. Joey moves in close with the camera and from the corner of my eye, I catch Bryce switching to camera as well to get a shot from a different angle. Rebel is right that we don’t usually show this, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t make exceptions.

My slick fingers find his hole. “You’re gonna let me in, big guy?”

He grunts but manages to relax under my ministrations. Joey signals me to angle my body differently so he can get a better shot. Rebel must have instructed him not to interrupt as he usually would, and I’m grateful. I take a step sideways so he can see my fingers slowly moving in and out Tank’s ass.

“You’re so fucking tight…” I say. “That’s gonna feel so good around my dick.”

Yeah, I know. It’s cliché sex talk, but in my defense, I have a lot to pay attention to right now and don’t really have to brain capacity to come up with something innovative. Plus, believe it or not, viewers love comments like this. We tested it. “Tight” scores high as a sexy word, whereas “moist” seems to be the most hated word. The things you learn when working in porn...

Tank’s hole is slowly opening up for me. Joey moves in even closer for a perfect shot of two, then three of my fingers sinking in with ease. “You should see your hole, dude… That’s a greedy little bastard you got there.”

I pull my fingers out, and his hole stays open for a few seconds, wanting more, until it shudders and flutters closed, only to suck me right back in when I go at it again. Tank pushes his ass back in a wordless demand.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

He looks over his shoulder, and the trust in his eyes floors me. “I’ve got you,” I say, breaking script completely.

Tank smiles. He actually smiles. On camera. That’s gonna break the Internet, I realize stupidly.

“I know you do, fuckboy.”

Up until now, I haven’t even dropped my pants, so I take off my shirt and merely drop my pants after taking out supplies. The contrast of a naked Tank and me still half-dressed will make for an alluring visual. I roll on a condom and put some extra lube on it, then throw the condom wrapper and the little bottle on the floor.

Tank tenses when he feels me line up, so I put a calming hand on his hip. I gotta stay in character, but he needs to feel I’m gonna go slow. And I do. I push gently inside him, waiting till he relaxes.

“Spread your legs a little wider and bend over more. Can’t stand on my toes the whole time.”

He complies immediately, pushing his ass back at the right angle. He’s fucked enough guys in this position to know how much that matters.

I inch in, taking my time with shallow thrusts, completely tuned into the powerful body under me. Tank grunts, but it’s a lusty grunt, a grunt of arousal.

“How you doing, big guy?” I check to be sure.

“Keep going.”

“I wasn’t planning on stopping, no worries.”

I’m finally in completely, and I sigh with relief that my strategy is working. My moves are slow and precise as I start thrusting in with deep, but steady moves. There will be no hard fucking today, no balls slapping. Tank’s gonna feel his ass tomorrow anyway, but I’m gonna go easy on him.

I shift around a little until I can aim my thrusts right past his prostate, as evidenced but a not-so-subtle moan falling from his lips. “Feels good, doesn’t it, a nice big cock in your ass,” I tease.

Tank looks over his shoulder, and his look would make lesser men lose their hard-on. I just smile and continue my gentle assault on his ass. His hand reaches for his dick, and he starts jacking himself off in the same rhythm I’m fucking him. I’ll wait till he comes again, so Joey gets his money shot, and after that he can focus on me.

Even though Tank came already, it doesn’t take long until he’s panting and grunting like he does just before he comes. I make sure to peg his sweet spot full on and a few strokes later, he throws his head back and paints the wall with his cum.

I’m fighting back my own release by now, so I don’t wait for him to catch his breath but speed up my thrusts, trying to be as fluid as I can while still getting that little extra friction I need. Joey is on it, coming in close. I pull out, whip off the condom with one move as I feel my balls tighten, pulling up flush against my body. Three, four jerks and then I surrender to the inevitable and my orgasms rolls through me, leaving me spasming and panting until I’m empty and Tank’s back and ass are dripping with my jizz.

My knees buckle, but Tank reaches backward to grab me, then turns around and pulls me against him. I let myself fall against him, nuzzling his neck until I’ve caught my breath.

“That was...perfect,” I say after a bit.

Tank grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. He searches my face, maybe because he wants to make sure I’m not yanking his chain? Then his face softens, and he brushes a tender kiss over my bruised lips.

“I agree.”