Kasper's Prince Charming

Chapter 4 - Beach Date

"People think I'm this rough guy, but I really just want to find 'The One.' When I saw Niles' picture I just knew he was right," I said into the camera with a hopeful smile. 

Actually, I hadn't yet seen Niles in person. He was stuck in Miami; delayed by a hurricane or something. We were three days into filming and he was missing his own show.

The picture they posted showed an older, fit guy. He didn't look awful, but definitely wasn't my type. All I had room for was Taj and Amir. I tried to look convincing though as I read my lines for the camera.

That morning I'd awoken to another beautiful viewing of Taj drying himself with his cock dangling between muscled, brown thighs. 

He was so carefree about his nudity, laughing with his friend as he rubbed the thin towel over his tight stomach and well-developed pecs while his cock danced. 

He dressed himself again in a suit that looked like it had been handed down from his father, or some smaller man. This one hugged his body and he struggled to fasten the waist around his muscled physique.

Taj came over to me again before heading out. He pulled up my covers so they warmed my chest. He leaned over me and whispered something in his language. I guessed it was a blessing. 

He really did seem to care about me. I pretended to awaken when he brushed my forehead. I wanted him to feel like prince charming.

"Good morning," I whispered hazily and rubbed at my eye. I blinked up at his smiling lips.

"Welcome to Tuesday, Kasper," Taj said in his arousing, deep accent.

"Mmmm yup. Tuesday," I agreed. 

I was whispering and breathing through my nose so I wouldn't offend him with my morning breath. I turned over onto my side towards him. He probably thought it was so I could face him, but in reality my morning wood was raging at his touch and I didn't want to sundial on my back. 

He was so gorgeous and I hadn't gotten off in awhile. I buried it against the mattress so he wouldn't see it. It sucked being in a dorm. At home I could jerk off when I woke up. Communal living was cramping my routine.

"We can work on English tonight? You helps me so much," Taj asked with oversized brown eyes filled with hope and kindness. Those impossibly long lashes had me smiling like an idiot.

"Definitely. I wouldn't miss it," I assured with a yawn. I turned my face to the side so he wouldn't get a face full of morning dungeon breath.

"Awesome! I hope your day fills with delight," Taj said. He swiped his index finger across my cheek and then used the tip to bop my nose lightly. It reminded me that he saw me as a little brother. My heart sank at his sweetness. He would never think of me in a sexual way. I stumbled out of bed when my cock calmed down and went to shower.

I was still hard from the night before. 

Amir had sent me a card last night to meet him down by the beach path when I was finished with filming. 

We had done poolside scenes that day - some where we pretended to be speaking to Niles though they'd have to add him in later since he hadn't yet arrived - so I was dressed in white shorts and a black tank top.

Amir wasn't there yet when I got down to the shore. 

The sun had set and a chilly wind blew in off the ocean. I hugged my arms across my chest. Taj had warned me to take a sweatshirt, but I told him I'd be ok. I was shivering a little when I saw a golf cart whirring along a path just above the beach. It had to be Amir. I watched as it wound down the path towards the beach. He honked the horn when he saw me and waved.