I storm out of Lucky’s office, pissed as hell at myself for letting him get to me. So what if he wants to fuck me? Everyone else does. And why on earth I blurted out that shit about Terry, I’ll never know. It’s not going to make one damn bit of difference to tell Lucky or anyone else that I was set up. I was convicted for it, that’s all that matters. That’s the black mark I’ll wear for the rest of my life.

I check the time and realize I need to get my ass over to the studio before I’m late for filming today.

Ever since Rebel started doing behind the scenes work, he’s been shaking up the shoots a lot with some fresh ideas to bring in new viewers and to excite our long-time subscribers. One of his big ideas has been what he calls boyfriend scenes. Boyfriend scenes require acting, since we have characters and lines, and the idea is that rather than some of the dirty, kinky scenes, these ones are sweet and intimate. Boyfriend shoots require a lot of slow kissing and tender words.

When Rebel first told us about it, I laughed to myself when Tank cringed. Tank is a big, gruff guy and the last person you’d associate with sweet or slow in any sense. Rebel rushed to assure him that he wasn’t going to have everyone doing these scenes, but that they would be carefully paired.

This is the first boyfriend shoot I’ve been scheduled for and, if I’m being honest, I’m a little nervous. I pull up at the studio and notice Pixie’s little beater Honda already there. Kudos to Rebel’s decision on this one because if I had to pick anyone to do one of these scenes with, I would’ve chosen Pixie.

Pixie is newer to Ballsy Boys, just like me. And he’s one of the sweetest little twinks I’ve ever met. I’ve done a few scenes with Pixie, and I’ve always enjoyed filming with him. He’s professional and enthusiastic, and he’s a greedy bottom, which is always fun.

I head inside and straight for the set. Normally, I’d hit the locker room first thing, but this shoot doesn’t require much prep since we don’t have costumes or anything this time. I looked over the script, and the idea is that Pixie and I are boyfriends who decided to spice things up by filming a little video. I’ve gotta give it to Rebel; it’s a great idea.

I find Pixie lounging on the large bed in the middle of the set for today. He’s in nothing but a pair of pink briefs, his hair styled to look messy. He’s talking to the big boss, Bear, and both are smiling. It almost seems like Pixie is flirting, but I’m a little too far away to hear what he’s saying that’s making Bear blush and shake his head.

I tilt my head a little and take the two of them in. Bear is about forty and he’s a total silver fox. When I first started, I looked up some old videos Bear did back in his twenties; he was hot on camera. And, he runs a top rate operation here.

I was a little nervous about getting into porn, having heard some horror stories from guys working for different studios. Not that I didn’t live through worse as a teen, doing my best to get by on the streets. But I knew as soon as I met Bear that things at Ballsy Boys were all above board. He has a lot of respect for us, he pays us fairly, and he never expects us to do anything we’re uncomfortable with. He’s a good boss, and it’s nice seeing him smile.

“Hey, Heart,” Pixie calls out, waving me over. “Are you ready to be my boyfriend for the day?”

“You know it, sweet thing. Come here and give me a little sugar.” I pucker up, and Pixie happily crawls across the bed and plants a kiss against my lips with a loud smack.

“You guys ready to get to work?” Rebel asks, appearing behind Bear.

“I’m always ready,” I assure him with a wink. “Just give us two minutes to get camera ready.”

I step off to one side and strip down, then I climb onto the bed beside Pixie. He slips out of his underwear as well, and then the awkward moment of getting ready ensues. It’s one of those not so glamorous parts of porn no one talks about, but it’s not like we show up to set with erections solid enough to pound nails. My cock is just slightly plumped but certainly not camera ready yet, and Pixie is even less there than I am.

“Can you kiss me a little?” Pixie asks with a quiet shyness that’s just so Pixie. He licks his pretty pink lips, and I smile at him.

“Of course. Come here, sweetness.”

Pixie’s kisses are just as sweet as the rest of him, perfect and soft as he slides his tongue against mine, and our lips move in tandem. I can feel my dick stirring, and his seems to be doing the same, bumping against my hip as it swells.

Our kisses are warm and nice, but unfortunately not more than that. I’m glad there’s nothing more in the touches Pixie and I often share casually both on and off camera. As nice as it would be coming home to him at the end of the day and curling up in bed together, I’m not what he needs. I’m not what anyone needs, and no way in hell am I ever trusting anyone with my heart again.

Pixie pulls his mouth away from me with a little wet noise, and he smiles at me with puffy lips.

“That’s better,” he says, reaching down and giving his now hard cock a slow stroke.

“Much,” I agree, pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before signaling to Rebel that we’re ready to go.

We take a few seconds to make sure we’re arranged for the best visual impact with our legs tangled and our bodies pressed close, our cocks sandwiched between our bodies. And then we wait for the camera framing check.

“Good to go whenever you’re ready,” Rebel calls.

I take a deep breath and slip into character. Cupping the back of Pixie’s head, I pull him into a hot, slow kiss. I open my mouth wide as I push my tongue between Pixie’s lips, making sure it looks good for the camera. These kisses are different than the ones before the camera was rolling. These kisses are all about exaggerated tonguing and angling our faces so the camera can catch all the action. When Pixie whimpers and grinds his erection against my stomach, I pull back from the kiss to deliver the lines Rebel gave me.

“This is going to be so hot to have on film. Do you think you’ll watch it later when I’m not home and jerk off to it?”

“Yeah,” Pixie answers in a breathy voice. “I can’t wait to see how sexy you look when you make me come.”

I roll Pixie onto his back and kiss along his neck, and he makes cute little gasps and moans for the camera.

“I love you,” Pixie whimpers, and for a second I freeze, my whole body feeling like I touched a live wire.

I know this is all part of the scene, that Pixie’s just playing a part. The script says I’m supposed to say it back, but I can’t seem to force the words out. Those are words I haven’t said in years. And the last time I said them, they blew up in my face.

I promised myself the day I was sentenced to three years in jail that I’d never say those words again, never let myself feel them again. Loving someone makes you too vulnerable to any way they might decide to hurt you. Never again.

“You too,” I murmur against Pixie’s chest. That has to be close enough for the scene because that’s as close as I’m going to manage.

Pixie doesn’t seem to mind my variation from the script. He just reaches down threads his fingers through my hair while I continue licking and kissing his chest.

“Flip over, baby, I want to taste your ass.”

I sit back to let Pixie wiggle out from under me. He gets on his hands and knees, and I move into position for the best camera angles. I spread his cheeks and snake my tongue along his crease and then tease his hole.

Pixie whimpers and flexes his hips. The kid is damn good, this is going to look great on camera.

It doesn’t take long for his hole to soften under my ministrations. I’m sure he prepped beforehand, but I spend a good few minutes making it look good and having fun licking and sucking his tight little pucker. I love sex, and I love eating ass, so this really isn’t a hardship for me to spend my afternoon with my face between Pixie’s ass cheeks.

This particular scene isn’t planned for anything more than rimming and jerking off, so I once I’m sure we’ve got some good footage, I reach between Pixie’s legs and run my fingers along his smooth balls and up his slender shaft.

“Your tongue feels so good. Please make me come,” Pixie pants in a perfect breathy voice.

I wrap my fist around his cock and stroke him, while I fuck my tongue in and out of his tight hole. His legs start to tremble as he squirms and moans. I slide my free hand over his ass and into his crease. I slip two fingers inside and work them until I find his prostate. Pixie tenses, and I continue to lick his rim and play with my fingers in his hole.

It only takes a minute before he’s spurting his cum all over my hand and the bed sheets. I jerk him through his orgasm, and when his muscles relax, I sit back and grab my cock, jerking hard and fast until I’m shooting onto his ass and back.

I lick up the mess afterward and kiss along his shoulders tenderly before nuzzling his ear and then kissing his lips softly.

“Cut,” Rebel calls out. “That was incredible. Our viewers are going to love that. Hell, I think Bear is sporting wood over here after that scene.”

I chuckle, and Pixie reaches for a blanket to cover up. He always seems to get a little shy once a shoot ends. I grab his underwear and pass them over, along with a towel, so he can get cleaned up.

“Thanks, Pix; that was fun.”

“Yeah,” he nods and blushes.

“All right, unless you need anything else, Rebel, I’m going to hit the showers and head out.”

“You’re good. Thanks, man.”