Adventurer. Screen test.

My work sometimes involves business trips to other cities and even countries. Most often, they turn into a one-day affair, less often two. But that time, annoying delays left me in an unfamiliar city over the weekend. Well, I thought, a good opportunity to bring some of my fantasies to life. The thing is, ever since my time in the army, I realized my bisexuality and periodically released this energy into the general whirlpool of human passions. Far from home and family, where there's no chance of meeting someone I know. Why invite unnecessary gossip?! Browsing the internet and looking at a couple of themed sites, I discovered that not far from the hotel there was

a small bar for people like me. That's where I showed up closer to midnight. To my great disappointment, the bar turned out to be quite empty. Two pairs of young men were having intimate conversations in different corners of the room. I didn't hesitate to have a drink with all of them and ask about their plans for the night. No luck, they were in love. A third wheel. In some despair, I settled at the bar, hoping a suitable option would still come along. I got talking with the bartender, alcohol loosened my tongue, and I honestly told him about my plans. The handsome young man, mechanically wiping another glass, advised me not to be upset. After all, his shift ended in an hour, and if I didn't mind, he would keep me company. I promised to wait, feeling a bit more cheerful. Drinking heavily and chatting casually with the guy, I sized him up. Beautiful, well-groomed hands deftly handled the glassware and bottles. The few customers rarely distracted us from the conversation. I was pleased that the boy, and by his appearance he seemed like a boy of about 20, had no romantic attachments at that moment. He liked working at the bar, but it was more of a hobby. His main income came from another, no less interesting job, even a creative one. But he might tell me about it another time. I didn't insist. I definitely liked the guy. But some doubts still crept into my head. So I immediately said that I never pay for sex, on principle. He even laughed, assuring me he hadn't hinted at anything like that. And added that he liked me, and in a few minutes he would be at my complete disposal. My head was pleasantly buzzing from the alcohol and the anticipation of something special. From the bar, taking my unfinished bottle, we immediately headed to my hotel. The anticipation of what we would do there was a bit exciting. The duty porter, handing over the key, gave my companion a meaningful look. I decided to be mischievous and whispered, leaning towards him, to join us when he got bored. Under the influence of alcohol, we sometimes do inexplicable things. In the room, the guy and I knocked back another glass for success and luck, after which we began to kiss frantically, taking off our clothes. Once in bed, we calmed down a bit and, lying in a 69 position, began to please each other with oral caresses. The young man's penis was of rather modest size. But that didn't upset me at all—sucking it was a pleasure. It easily went all the way down my throat to the base, causing no unpleasant sensations. At the same time, his rock-hard erection testified to a huge desire to have sex with me. That was flattering. In relationships with men, I don't consider myself either passive or active. I equally enjoy sucking a man's cock and receiving a blowjob from a partner. I like fucking a firm ass and feeling strong flesh inside my own. In that sense, I'm versatile. I also try to avoid relationships with effeminate passives who dress up as women. Guys, if I wanted a woman, I'd bring a woman to bed. But since at that moment I want a man, I want him to be a man. So, we're sucking each other off, I'm really enjoying it—the kid knows how to please a man, his finger in my anus combined with the blowjob gives incredible sensations. I realized he had had enough sucking when he changed position, ending up on top of me. His neat little hole hovered right over my face. I was flattered that I didn't smell any foreign odors, only clean skin. "When did he manage to wash?!" flashed through my mind. Running my tongue between his buns, I felt his shaved perineum. I began to lick his anus, trying to penetrate inside with my tongue. The young man only moaned with pleasure and moved his butt slightly. This went on for some time until he completely lost his head from excitement. He quickly turned around on me and buried his lips in my mouth, and with his ass he impaled himself on my rock-hard cock. All my 14 and a half centimeters of flesh ended up in his ass. And the 4-centimeter diameter of my organ was tightly gripped by the young man's sphincter.

The film itself:

I approach the door, behind which loud, voluptuous sounds announce that sex is happening there. I'm terribly curious, I open the door a crack. Through the gap, I see a young man sucking the huge cock of his coach. Naturally, the sight arouses me, I start to masturbate lightly, slipping my hand into my sweatpants. In the process, I lose control, the door opens wider, I'm discovered. I apologize, intending to leave, but I'm grabbed by an athlete who unexpectedly approaches from behind and carries me inside. The young man continues to suck, while looking at the approaching men. Once nearby, they start to undress me. In a minute, I have nothing on. I sit down next to the young man, and he puts the cock, which was just in his lips, into my mouth, while he himself takes the second man's into his mouth. For several minutes, we suck these powerful shafts, sometimes swapping them. At some point, we sort of compete to see who can deepthroat deeper. The young man, of course, wins, he's the main character. Then we kiss, and our partners change position, positioning themselves behind. I stick my butt out, and one of the actors slides his gigantic cock into my ass. I genuinely wince from the slight pain in my rear. The abundant lube we used was very timely. I started to enjoy the process. Next to me, they were fucking the young man. He was moaning loudly, I was also making voluptuous sounds. Our partners used us from behind for quite a long time. Then the director said to change positions and swap partners. Which we did, riding them on top. Moving on someone else's cock, I jerked my own off, experiencing indescribable pleasure. Then things went completely off-script. I came and sprayed my partner with cum. Jumping off the cock, I began to lick my own sperm off his chest, going lower and lower until I reached his cock, which I began to suck frantically. No one stopped the filming. Continuing to suck, I felt someone's cock invading my ass. I took a more comfortable position for myself and no longer distracted myself from the blowjob. By the sensations in my anus, I understood it was the main character fucking me. Meanwhile, I enjoyed licking and swallowing the huge male cock. The cum that soon shot into my mouth went straight down to my stomach. The young man behind couldn't come, and to somehow involve the second actor, the director ordered him to fuck my mouth. For several long minutes, the camera filmed in close-up how I, on all fours, was being pounded from both sides. Finally, my ass was freed, drenching my back with warm wetness. Then the cock in my mouth also began to erupt. Playing for the camera, I allowed my face to be sprayed with cum. Then the main character spent several minutes licking all the cum off my face and body, and as a finale, gave me an amazing blowjob.

Time flew by completely unnoticed. The director was very pleased. They even handed me an envelope with my honestly earned five hundred "green ones." They invited me to new episodes. I agreed and promised to definitely participate. No one on set needed to know my real name or my intention to leave the hospitable city on Monday. After the shoot, my friend and I went to my place to celebrate my debut. We drank champagne, fooled around in the bathroom, caressed each other in bed. Already past midnight, our porter came to spend a few unforgettable hours with us. And after fucking both of us, he went about his hotel business, and my tender friend and I fell asleep, tightly embracing. In the morning, finishing the business that brought me to this city, I flew home. I promised the young man I would visit sometimes. Now my business trips sometimes happen even on weekends and holidays. And if I manage to participate in some film, a few crisp bills with the image of an American president appear in my wallet.