Gay for pay. It is quite a trend nowadays in the porn industry. Hiring “straight” men as porn stars for a film or two to act with the professional gay porn stars or with other hired “straights”. They claim to have no to little sexual experience with the same sex and are only enthused with the offer because of the high amount of easy money and because of curiosity. Usually these “straights” are damn pricks to the bones. They are the stereotype of jocks and overdosed-steroid enhanced bodies with brains of the size of a peanut that treat gay porn stars as rag dolls to pound into. They claim to be the superior ones and treat their costars roughly as if being gay means always gagging for their fake dicks.
But as professionals that they are, the real actors need to put a façade of being in pure bliss as they are used roughly by the paid dicks that can’t seem to know what acting is. However, when the “cut” is said, and the set starts to change for another shot of other actors, a brawl would ensue as the hired ones forget to stop being proper twats and continue to disrespect the professionals. It would become pretty physical and ugly leaving the professional actor with a black-eye or a cut lip but with a soaring pride for protecting his virtue. The hired one would be ushered out by the guards and handed with the paycheck and a threat to never come back. The actor will have to take a leave though to regain his pretty face and that is a big disadvantage to the studio. This has happened countless of times that porn studios need to devise a new strategy to produce great orgasmic movies without losing their main actors due to physical damage.
And so the Lost Boys Studio decided to hire gay for pay again and let them act with each other while the professional actors will do their thing too among themselves. This way pricks will be with pricks and professionals will be with professionals.
The problem is they always get to entertain the stereotype jocks and seeing too many scenes of their kind together could get a bit boring and stale in the long run. But what can they do? Voluntarism for huge cash remember?
That’s why, when the creative producer of the studio, Miss Eleanor Calder, saw a perfectly round bum (power bottom, her mind scream) in impossibly tight jeans and in a cardigan (definitely not straight, she thought) pass the auditioning area in a borrowed venue of the sister company of the porn studio which focuses in day time TV, she had to get him no matter what.
“Excuse me! Excuse me!” she yells after the passing lad until he realizes he was being called.
“Yes? What can I do for you miss?” the by passer turns and.
Oh.
Eleanor just saw her dreams passing in front of her eyes. And by dreams they go by the shape of pound signs. The lucky stranger has sharp cheek bones and thin soft lips and cute button nose and long eye lashes behind the thick frame of eye glasses where baby blue eyes are hidden and a feathery soft fringed swept to the side poking out of his gray beanie. He was holding stacks of papers and folders and Eleanor hopes that he’s not an employee of the sister company ‘cause rules will be her biggest nightmare.
“Perfect!” she exclaims enthusiastically that brought confusion into her future source of income.
“Wha-“
“Do you work in this company?”
“Uhh- no. I am actually on my way to an interview as a script writer though for the new sitcom so if you’ll just excuse me.” He begins to turn away when perfectly manicured fingers grip his wrist tightly as if it’s her life line or something (and he’s definitely Eleanor’s future salary line).
