“Holy shit, is this what I think it is?” I pop my head around the corner to see what Brewer is looking at. My stomach bottoms out when I see what he’s holding.

“What the hell? Were you going through my stuff?” I set down the knife I’m using to chop vegetables, and I storm over to where he’s standing beside my bed. I snatch the cylinder out of his hands and toss it on the bed.

“Calm down; it was sitting out so I didn’t think it was a big secret.”

I huff in annoyance. “It still doesn’t give you the right. You want me to come over and look through all your butt plugs or whatever the fuck sex toys you have?”

“You’re welcome to; I’m not ashamed of it.”

“Neither am I,” I grumble. “I have a Fleshjack, so what? Tons of guys have them.”

Brewer’s expression turns from defensive to challenging. “That’s not just any Fleshjack, grizzly.” I stiffen. Fucking hell, he saw the name brand on the side of it. “Is it as good as the real thing?”

I huff again, this time in an attempt to cover my growing arousal.

“It’s fine. It’s a hole to stick my dick in.” I shrug with feigned indifference.

“Tsk, that answer isn’t helpful. I’m a man of science; you of all people should understand that. We’re going to have to do a little experiment.”

“What kind of experiment?” I ask in a rumbly voice, my cock already hard as steel.

“Why don’t you finish cooking us dinner, and then you’ll find out.”  

Cook dinner with a raging hard on? Sure, no problem. I adjust my erection and Brewer smirks, clearly pleased with himself for my predicament.

“Do me a favor and take Shaggy out for a quick walk while I finish cooking, will you?”

“No problem, grizzly.”

I head back to the kitchen while Brewer takes Shaggy out. I move about the kitchen, finishing up chopping the vegetables and checking the chicken to make sure it’s about done. Having someone else to feed is infinitely more satisfying than cooking for myself. And knowing Brewer likely wouldn’t bother eating if I wasn’t cooking for him, makes me feel oddly proud to be the one to make sure he’s fed. I wish I understood why, but I’m not about to spend too much time thinking about it.

The door opens and the sound of Shaggy’s nails clicking against the wood floor meets my ears, just as I’m pulling the rosemary chicken out of the oven.

“Dinner's ready,” I call out to Brewer.

I plate our food and carry it to the table where Brewer is waiting. I notice since we’ve been spending more time together and I’ve been feeding him regularly, his skin has a healthier glow.

“This looks good. Thanks, grizzly.”

“Don’t mention it.”

I sneak looks at Brewer throughout the meal to make sure he’s enjoying everything. I’ve had to take mental notes of his reactions to things because Brewer never comes out and says he doesn’t like something I’ve cooked. But he has a shit poker face, so it’s not too difficult to figure out.

He hates asparagus even when I cooked it in a little bacon grease, and he’s also not a huge fan of pork chops. He seems to really like the chicken and the braised carrots I made today, so I’ll be sure to add that to my cook list in the future. Not that I expect I’ll be cooking for Brewer forever. That thought hits me in the gut in an unpleasant way.

We haven’t talked about what will happen once the boyfriend contract is up and we’re back to our regular filming schedule. Part of me hopes the friendship we’ve built will remain, but it’s impossible to know.

“What’s with the scowl?”

“Nothing.” I shake myself out of the funk that line of thought put me into, and I start to think about Brewer’s comments before dinner. My cock starts to fill as my mind conjures all the possible ways Brewer might torture me when we’re finished eating.

“Thinking about what I’m going to do with you, aren’t you?” Brewer teases.

I grunt a non-committal response and shove a forkful of chicken into my mouth.

It feels like it takes an eternity to finish eating. But as soon as the last bite of food is cleared from Brewer’s plate, I fling him over my shoulder and march to the bedroom to set him down next to the bed.

I nibble and lick at Brewer’s lips as his hands wander over my chest and stomach under my shirt. I shiver when his fingers graze my belly button and make their way south to fumble with opening the button on my jeans. His tongue dances and tangles with mine, my own fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him from breaking the kiss. The taste of his mouth is addictive as I lick into it, savoring every gasping breath he gives me. Brewer manages to get my pants down around my ankles, and he puts a hand against my chest and pushes me back.

“Lay down on your back and put your arms behind your head,” Brewer instructs. Being given orders rankles me, but the throbbing in my dick urges me to comply. Anything to speed this process along to its inevitable conclusion.

I grumble but kick out of my pants and do as he says. My cock lays heavy against my stomach, dripping precum into the thick hair of my lower stomach.

Brewer licks his lips, his eyes consuming me and making my cock impossibly harder. It takes all the willpower I have not to grab his hair and force him to choke on my cock.

He climbs on top of me and tugs at the hem of my shirt. I take the hint and sit up enough to let him yank it over my head. Instead of discarding it, he folds it into a thin strip and lifts it to my face.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a blindfold, grizzly. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

I eye him warily for a few seconds before I nod my consent. The feeling of giving up so much control grates at me, but once my vision is hindered, I have to admit there’s a small thrill in the pit of my stomach.

Brewer’s weight disappears from on top of me, and I hear the rustling sound of clothes being removed. A small moan escapes my lips as I picture Brewer stripping down for me. His body is a wet dream come to life.

I know everyone goes on about Rebel’s cock and Pixie’s ass, but for my money, I’d take Brewer any day. His cock is a little smaller than Rebel’s, but it’s a little thicker and such a pretty shade of pink. And Pixie might have a sweet little ass, but Brewer has a bubble butt that demands to be bitten and slapped and then fucked into next week.

My cock throbs as the images of Brewer bent over, taking my cock, fill my mind. The sound of my dresser opening is next followed by the squelch of lube being squirted out.

I jump as Brewer places a condom at the tip of my dick and rolls it on in a quick motion. Then, his slicked hand surrounds my length.

“Sorry, should’ve given you a little warning,” he chuckles, slowly stroking me from base to tip, coating my cock and making my balls ache.

Brewer’s weight on top of me as he strokes me drives me close to the edge too quickly, my thighs straining with the effort of not thrusting up into his fist. His thumb glides over the sensitive V on the underside of my head and then over the slit and around my head until I’m trembling and cursing him to let me come.

On the next downward stroke, he stops when he reaches my base and gives my cock a hard squeeze, slowing my release and making me groan. Something soft and puckered is pressed against my tip and for a second it is difficult to tell if it’s Brewer’s ass or the Fleshjack. It squeezes the head of my cock as it starts to engulf me, my hands balled behind my head to keep me from grabbing Brewer and taking control.

I gasp when I breach the tight outer ring and it becomes obvious that it’s not the real thing. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Fleshjack, but it’s a poor imitation for the heat of a real ass gripping me tight, muscles fluttering with each stroke as I drive Brewer close to the edge.

“That’s the Fleshjack, now give me the real thing,” I beg in a rough, raspy voice.

Brewer chuckles, and the toy is pulled off with an obscene slurp. His weight shifts on top of me, and I can feel his round cheeks nestling my dick between them. His hole is already open and ready for me, so he must’ve been multitasking—prepping while using the toy on me. He slides up and down along my length, his ass cheeks gripping me just tight enough to drive me to the brink of sanity.

I growl, thrusting against his hole, desperate to be buried deep inside him.

“It’s like riding a mechanical bull,” Brewer jokes as I buck my hips.

“Brewer,” I grit his name through clenched teeth, done with his teasing.

“Mmm, I love that grizzly growl. It’s so damn sexy,” Brewer praises, finally holding my dick straight, pressing against his entrance.

I thrust my hips again, this time managing to breach his hole, both of us letting out a deep moan as I work myself into his tight ass. I pull my arms from behind my head, ready to fight him on it if he tries to stop me but leaving the blindfold because it is pretty hot to not be able to see anything.

I grab his hips while his hands rest on my chest. His fingers curl into my chest hair as he uses his grip as leverage to fuck himself on my dick. I hold him tight, meeting each of his downward thrusts with one of my own, driving myself deep and hard, each one of his panting gasps like a vice on my balls, driving me insane.

“Fuck, you’re so good, Pete,” Brewer gasps, the sound of my real name on his lips makes me stutter for a second. “Don’t stop, grizzly, please,” he continues to beg like he didn’t even realize his slip up.

I push it out of my head and use my grip on his hips to change his angle slightly. He lets out a strangled cry when I peg his prostate hard and fast. My balls are heavy and aching to shoot my cum deep inside Brewer. Probably my favorite thing about fucking off camera is getting to feel his ass gripping me when I blow, pulsing hard against his tight inner muscles. The thought alone drives me closer to the edge.

Brewer’s cock is bouncing against my stomach with each thrust. I wrap my hand around it and start to jerk him in tandem with his movements. His channel tightens around me, I can feel his muscles fluttering around my length as he nears release.

“Oh fuck, oh god, I’m coming,” he cries, fucking himself harder until his ass tightens like a vice grip and hot seed spills over my fist. I grunt and growl as my balls draw tight, and I empty myself into the condom, deep in his ass.

I wait until Brewer rolls off me to remove the blindfold and then the condom.

“So, I guess it’s a pretty poor resemblance since you guessed so fast?” Brewer asks.

“The outside feels pretty realistic, but once I was inside, it was obvious it was not a real ass.”

“Bummer.” Brewer yawns and stretches on the bed. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure fuckboy, whatever you want.” I chuckle.