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Erwin Smith was particularly known for three things.

One: His stamina was incredible.

Being 35 years old he had starred in way over 200 adult movies. He was a legend to many – hot wanking material, first major crush, to some even a god. Furthermore, Erwin Smith was not only able to last extremely long and postpone his orgasm for hours, if he wanted to – he was also able to get it back up quickly after coming, which enabled him to climax multiple times during filming. That’s why directors loved to pair him up with various protagonists and also often used him for orgy scenarios, made him top man after man, until all of them were one enormous, exhausted heap of limp flesh.

Two: He aged gracefully.

He’d started his career when he’d been 19 years old and had looked like a wet dream come true: golden hair, shiny smooth skin, a chiselled athletic body, a certain youthful glint in his deep blue eyes, rosy mouth always pulled into a cheeky grin, his butt round and firm. And sure: Now, all those years later, one could see that the blond man wasn’t a teenager anymore, and that he also had left his glorious and lewd twenties behind. But the more time passed, the better Erwin Smith actually started to look – one could not argue about that. One could only be amazed at how a pretty boy like that could become even prettier. Age had sharpened and not shrivelled his face. It had transformed a handsome boy into a defined man, had shaped him into another category of a wet dream: Erwin Smith was now a well-built, mature adult, who knew what he wanted, and whose gaze was so intense, even the guys behind the cameras felt shivers running down their spines when he looked at another man like that right in front of them – while screwing his brains out with all his expertise collected throughout his life.

And three: Erwin Smith had a massive cock.

He had won several titles and awards for its sheer size and beauty. Its length wasn’t what was so extraordinary about it. It came up to seven and half inches in an erect state. Many men in the industry could beat that. But what made Erwin Smith’s cock into being such a treat to touch and to take was its circumference, at around five and a half inches, maybe even six. Bluntly said: it was thick, with a furious round, massive head so many men out there wanted to worship and lick and suck and kiss – or have Erwin rub it all over their bodies and stick into their love hole. Levi Ackerman was one of them. Though the man would have never admitted that.

Levi, nine years Erwin’s junior, was a rising star. With just two years of experience in front of the camera he was a rookie compared to the blond legend. But his popularity was high. So high in fact, Boner Mag’s readers had proclaimed him as this year’s ‘most epic power bottom’ in the big online magazine’s annual gay porn ranking, famous in the industry and thus an important benchmark.

So when W.D. productions – one of the biggest companies composing high quality gay porn – announced the first movie ever to feature Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman together – the whole internet just blew up.

And so did Levi.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” he said when Hange, his best friend and manager, told him, barging into the room like the lunatic they were, tripping over a chair, nearly knocking over Levi’s aquarium, home to several black Angelfish.

“It’s happening!” they shrieked. “Erwin fucking Smith! Do you have any idea what this will actually do to your career?” Of course he knew. “The people will talk about nothing else! You need to sign this deal!” And he agreed to, because Hange was right.

Already after the first production’s posting, confirming the shoot that was about to begin soon, fans of Erwin and Levi went nuts, liking, sharing and commenting like crazy. Only a few hours later Levi’s phone chimed again, informing him that he’d been tagged in another post on Twitter – and his throat went tight when he opened up his feed.

Erwin had uploaded a picture. He was naked, or nearly so. Only a very wet and very thin, white – well, almost transparent – mini-towel covering his erection; it was a stark contrast to the rest of his tanned and muscled body, his moist skin glistening, water dripping down onto his broad shoulder from his tussled hair, lips pulled into a smug smirk, his head raised slightly, looking down at whoever was holding the camera, the angle highlighting the man’s strong dominance that cast an alluring spell on so many and made men’s knees go weak.

‘Can’t wait to meet Levi Ackerman’ – that’s all Erwin had written underneath the post, and Levi whistled in astonishment when he registered the number of likes. The (very hot) picture was on for what? Maybe five minutes? And it had already received almost 100 little hearts, while 20 people had retweeted it – and both numbers were growing.

“Filthy, horny brats,” he muttered, shaking his head while grinning – his eyes scanning the equally increasing number of comments, the majority of fans being ‘already hard’, others expressing their joy about Smith’s confirmation by posting gifs of exploding hearts and brains and announcing they would ‘wank so hard to this’.

Levi smirked, scrolling back up to look at Erwin’s (very hot, indeed) photo – and then he liked and retweeted it himself. And after thinking about it for a few minutes, he chose to respond. Also, because Hange shot him a text with a screenshot of Erwin’s posting, encouraging him to do just that with a characteristically frantic message. ‘RESPOND WITH HOT PIC ASAP! YOU NEED SOCIAL MEDIA! SOCIAL MEDIA NEEDS YOU! GET THAT DICK OUT NOW! GO GO GO!’

He shrugged off his shirt and pants and lay down on top of his bed, stroking himself to hardness (while staring at the very, very hot picture of Erwin), and then used his left hand to barely cover his stiff cock, the wet glans looming over his fingers, completely visible to the lens, and took a couple of selfies, biting his bottom lip like he knew his fans loved it, body arching slightly off the mattress while he did so, and then let Hange chose the best one. His manager had already applied a filter and all Levi needed to do now was to post it, tagging Erwin, being as straightforward as he always was:

‘I can’t wait to be fucked by you, Erwin Smith.’

It only took a second for his notifications to blow up. And even though a rush of adrenaline hit him and the reactions of his fans made him smile, he only truly cared about one response right now. The corresponding notification plopped up a minute later: Erwin Smith had liked and retweeted Levi’s post. Another minute later, the man even commented on the caption, and Levi’s hands began to sweat when he read the man’s reply.

‘It’s going to be pure pleasure – ravaging your cute little ass.’

And suddenly, Levi realised that he was… nervous.

Sure, he had already filmed with Mike Zacharias, a notorious top with a huge-ass fan base, who had been part of this business almost as long as Erwin, and who was even considered to be a close friend of the blond man in question. Levi had also starred in a movie with Reiner Braun, a top who had entered the business four years ago, already well-known for his nine inches of dick and his hard fucking – taking that huge thing had almost hurt, and it was the roughest sex he’d ever had, but it had totally boosted his career and he had received many interesting offers after that.

The most interesting being his upcoming shooting with Erwin Smith.

Levi had seen the man’s movies. All of them. He had actually spent his whole youth wanking off to Erwin pounding different kinds of men in different kinds of settings. He had touched himself while imagining being one of those men, having Erwin fuck him against a wall, into the mattress, the ground.

…and he had also purchased the very expensive dildo shaped after Erwin’s cock, and still owned the original packing with a (very hot) picture of the (very) naked man, his massive dick in his own massive hand, looking straight into the camera with that special, seductive look of his, saying: I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t even be able to get up tomorrow.

Yes. Levi was a fan. Always had been.

And so when Erwin had followed him on Twitter and his other social media platforms Levi had kind of freaked out like all of those little and perverted fan boys out there. He had been following Smith for what felt like decades. And when the man started liking his postings – especially his very lewd and naked snaps which Hange advised him to take in order to keep his followers horny and happy – Levi was the one feeling horny and happy. And knowing now that Erwin Smith would actually really fuck him soon was kind of overwhelming. A long (very wet) dream coming finally true.

Ah, but with men like Erwin Smith there was always a catch…

Levi had heard some rumours about the blond being rather full of himself, cocky and condescending once the cameras were off. And Levi had experienced this sort of behaviour with some other VIP-porn actors, who had not even said a word to Levi before and after shooting their load inside of his ass, treating him like some kind of naïve toy to use, or worse: like a nobody. Yet he hadn’t really given a shit about one of them. Until now.

Because the thought of Erwin turning out to be a massive prick… It would ruin all of his fantasies. It would be worse than finding out about Santa Clause being a myth. It scared Levi. Also: He was intimidated. Erwin Smith was his idol. And he wanted to impress the man. He wanted to perform well. To do good. Make the movie into a success.

So that’s why when it came to preparing for the shoot, Levi requested Hange to take the double amount of time he usually did – and they obliged. Because Hange was the only person on this planet who actually was aware of Levi having one big massive crush on Erwin Smith and thus they knew just how important this event was to the raven-haired.

Levi had the whole day to get pampered. Hange arranged for a whole body massage, and also for the usual whole body waxing. Levi got his hair done and undercut trimmed. His nails were taken care of, and he cut down on food again, deciding to detox on organic juices instead – as empty bowels were a benefit when it came to his final preparation just a few hours before the shoot in form of an enema and stretching. Erwin’s thing was thick – he would need to take extra care of his sphincter. Or Erwin would have to do that, depending on what the director had in mind for them, if he wanted to include the preparations in the film or not.

Levi knew the guy. Franz Behring had actually shot his debut, had in fact discovered him when Levi was still working as a cam boy part time, had made an offer he and Hange couldn’t refuse – and now here he was, taking another one of Levi’s ‘firsts’. And what Levi had learned over the years was that Behring did not just work with anybody.

Due to some very clever investments – and his husband running a couple of very successful eco supermarkets – he had enough money and thus worked for fun only. Behring was passionate, and a job wasn’t just a job to him. He named making good gay porno his calling, his fate, his biggest hobby, and he wanted them to be perfect. They were his babies. And thus he chose his protagonists well – and always made sure to include some sort of background story to any kind of sex scenes he shot. That’s why his actors had to be able to act – not only to fuck. And focussing on this, Behring had indeed produces the finest and most successful of W.D. productions’ titles. Many of them including Erwin. According to rumours, the blond was Behring’s muse. And: Just as he had discovered Levi, all those years ago he had also discovered Erwin. And look where the man was now, sixteen years later.

Behring never really disclosed his ideas for the shoot beforehand, because sometimes those ideas only came on the day of the shoot itself, inspired by his dreams, what he had read in the newspaper or they sprang from something he had overheard in other people’s conversations, his brilliant mind filling out the gaps and creating something completely new. Behring went with the flow. So when Levi arrived at the five-star hotel the shooting was supposed to take place, he really had no clue what kind of things he would be doing in the bedroom later on. He only knew of one thing: Erwin Smith was going to fuck him – and it excited him way more than it should.

As the elevator was going up and Hange was rambling on about the incredible numbers of likes and shares all of the posting concerning today’s production had received, Levi scolded himself and tried to calm his nerves. He needed to be professional about this if he wanted to earn Erwin’s respect. And he did. And so he couldn’t allow his ‘fan boy’-self to act out. He needed to shush it, drown it, keep it cool. But when the doors opened at the first floor and two more people boarded the cabin going up to the rented penthouse – his heart started to pound so loudly in his chest, he was afraid everyone around could actually hear that wild and wicked beat. Because it was Erwin – IT WAS ERWIN! – who was standing right in front of him right now. And damn, that man was tall, Levi thought, craning his head to look up at the (very hot) giant towering over him, deep dark pilot sunglasses hiding his eyes, a white (way too tight) t-shirt stretching across his hard and chiselled chest, highlighting his delectable pecs, the pitch black (and way too tight) jeans, low around the waist, emphasizing his very special package between his legs.

Levi had to scream at himself internally, because he realised his mouth gaped open – but it was too late. Erwin had caught him staring, and the man froze for a second. Then, realisation seemed to hit him, and Levi’s knees buckled when the man lifted the sun glasses, pushing them into his golden hair, revealing the mesmerizing blue of his eyes, gaze locking with Levi’s. And he smiled. The man. Smiled. He smiled at Levi and it was the most endearing, beautiful smile he had ever seen on another man’s face. It seemed… genuine. And then… And then his voice. His voice was… wow.

“Levi Ackerman!” Erwin (fucking) Smith exclaimed, the white of his exposed teeth making the noirette think of hundreds of toothpaste commercials, wondering why Erwin wasn’t the star of one of those. He could sell anything. Without even showing his monster cock. “Finally, we meet,” the blond man continued, and Levi needed a few seconds to grasp that Erwin was holding out his hand, waiting for him to grasp it, shake it, and Levi finally did. And Erwin’s fingers and palm felt… so warm, and so soft, and so nice. “It’s so good to finally be meeting you, Levi, I’ve seen a lot of your movies, and I’m honoured to be working with you today,” he said, his voice a smooth rumble going right under Levi’s skin, making goosebumps erupt all over his arms and his words making Levi’s brain overload.

He giggled. He fucking giggled because he was so nervous – and… when had he ever fucking giggled? Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Hange’s mouth gape open now. Because – WHEN HAD HE EVER FUCKING GIGGLED?! “Oh, th-the pleasure, I mean honour is… is… I’m the one who’s honoured to be working with you, I’m such a huge fan of yours, I’ve seen every single fucking movie you’ve ever made and…”

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

There went all of his professionalism. Flushed down the fucking toilet in one single fucking second.

And Levi was terrified when he realised he was still clutching on to Erwin’s big ass hand. “S-sorry,” he muttered, letting go of it, sure now Erwin would roll his eyes, sigh internally, smile politely and not take Levi seriously anymore, who was a stuttering mess, instead of the confident power bottom known to the public, known to Erwin.

Shit.

Yet… Erwin merely chuckled. “I’m very honoured to have someone like you be my fan,” he said. And even though it may have sounded like a standard line the blond recited whenever being confronted by one of his followers, it didn’t feel like that to Levi. He couldn’t say why, but it felt as Erwin really meant what he was saying. “I have to admit, I was really excited when my manager told me about the opportunity to be shooting with you. And that doesn’t happen very often anymore,” he added, grinning – and his words went straight to Levi’s groin.

Growing hard today would definitely be not a problem.

“Hey Levi, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Moblit Berner,” said manager introduced himself, shaking Levi’s and then Hange’s hand as well.

“I am so glad this is taking place,” said Hange, also intruding themselves to Erwin, earning sounds of agreement from everyone stuffed into the elevator which seemed way too small although it wasn’t – and was this Erwin’s cologne that smelled so wonderfully, Levi wondered, gaping at the man’s exposed collarbone and his beautifully tanned skin – and the blond caught him staring yet again.

When their eyes locked, Erwin smiled once more. “I wonder what Behring has planned for us today,” he said to Levi, who felt as if he had never taken part in an adult conversation, his mind blank and his nervousness increasing.

“Yeah,” is all he managed to mutter, so glad that Hange took over for him.

“I talked to him briefly on the phone this morning,” they said. “His mind was already busy as fuck. He wants to speak with us the second we arrive on set.”

“Yeah,” Moblit responded, “he called me just an hour ago, stressing the importance of being on time because he wants to use most of the natural light coming into the penthouse or something like that...”

“It’s very beautiful indeed and has a lot of windows,” said Erwin, his blue eyes still resting on Levi’s form, still smiling at his way smaller co-actor and Levi was praying to whatever god or goddess or any other sort of supernatural being was listening to him that he wouldn’t blush. But he was sure he was already doing that. Because this was Erwin. This was Erwin and the man actually talked to him like a normal human being and didn’t act cocky or arrogantly. He seemed… relaxed. He seemed friendly. He seemed… genuinely interested. “I have to say,” Erwin suddenly murmured, Hange and Moblit already deeply involved in a conversation about the most interesting scenarios Behring had come up with in the past, and leaned forward, his hand suddenly reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind Levi’s ear – and the latter froze, shivers running down his spine as Erwin’s face came closer to his, his eyes focussing on Erwin’s beautiful lips. “You are even cuter in person than you are on screen and on photos, Levi.” The younger man’s eyes widened and Erwin retracted his hand, his look turning more serious instantly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “sometimes I just can’t control my mouth or body. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…”

Levi’s heart started beating faster once more, and his skin felt so utterly hot where Erwin had just touched him – and he wanted more. Already. “Don’t worry, I’m good, old man,” he teased, forcing himself to grin the way he usually did, hot and cheeky and charming as fuck. “I would tell you that you’re even more handsome in person than on screen, but you’ve probably heard that like a thousand times, so I’m not gonna bore you with that,” he added.

There. That nice and gorgeous smile returned to Erwin’s face. “What a shame,” he suddenly said, evidently amused, “I would have liked to hear that out of your mouth, Levi. For a change, it would’ve actually meant something to me.”

…and Levi’s heart fluttered once more. He opened his mouth, not sure of what to say – but the elevator chimed, informing the passengers of the journey’s end and the doors opened, revealing a stunning sight of luxurious living and busy crew members greeting them with polite smiles and nods, Donatella, Behring’s assistant, ushering them to follow her immediately, her Louboutins clacking on the polished floor as she gracefully hurried down the corridor.

“Seems that Behring’s mind has conjured up something very special for today,” Erwin mumbled to Levi, offering a grin when the smaller man looked up to him, “whenever Franz has a brilliant idea, he can’t suppress holding it in and wants to share it with his protagonists as soon as possible to start working as fast as possible.”

“Yeah, he’s passionate, all right…” Levi answered, reciprocating the grin – and he was pretty sure that he was pretty good at that moment at concealing his nervousness that just wouldn’t subside.

“That’s what I really admire about him,” said Erwin, smiling at Levi once more. And Levi shuddered. Because Erwin was right next to him, in the flesh, and he was nice, and polite and charming. And hot.

And Levi was losing it.
And he needed to be professional.
And he tried to kick himself in his cute little ass so hard to finally start acting accordingly.

Behring was waiting for them in the office of the penthouse, waltzing up and down along the long lines of big windows overlooking the city. As soon as he spotted them entering through the opened door, he practically ran over to the group. “Ah, so wonderful to see you all! Erwin, my darling, you look fantastic today!”

“Franz, lovely to be meeting with you today,” Erwin greeted his long-term companion.

“Hange, Moblit,” the man in his early fifties, dressed in a black suit, addressed the managers after exchanging greetings with everyone present, “I want to speak with you first. Erwin, Levi, would you be so kind and wait in front of the door until I call you back in?”

Erwin’s brows furrowed in slight confusion and Levi swore that suddenly the room was filled with a very particular form of tension. One that made the little hairs on the back of his head stand up. “Of course, Franz,” the blond said, looking over at Levi, as if waiting for the younger man to follow him outside – and Levi did. His body moving on its own volition.

Levi closed the door behind them, and Erwin leaned against the wall. “That’s odd,” he commented, his head turning to Levi, who had even less of an idea what was going on.

“Maybe he needs to talk about money?” Levi supplied and Erwin shook his head.

“No, Franz never talks about money, at least not at the day of the shooting, and he wouldn’t change his mind about what he offers to pay, he’s fair. Always has been,” the blond answered and Levi nodded.

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Anyway,” Erwin said, offering his smaller co-actor another one of those beautiful smiles, “Behring filmed your debut. I really liked that.”

“Oh yeah?” Levi heard himself reply, his voice raspy, thoughts wandering back in time to the first moments in front of the camera, being topped by a guy who looked similar to Erwin – big, blond, beautiful. Similar, yes, but nothing compared to the real deal now standing right in front of him, hands buried casually in the pockets of his jeans.

“Yeah, you’re a natural. I love all of your expressions and the way you move. It’s… sexy…”

There was a lump forming in Levi’s throat and his mind started to pull up random images from all of Erwin’s films, putting himself in place of his partners, imagining what it would feel like having Erwin pin him down, push his cock into his ass, pound him senseless and...

“Thank you…” was all he managed to mumble in response. “I also like the way you move…”

“Thank you,” Erwin responded and both men fell quiet afterwards, “I really believe that… we’ll be compatible,” the blond then suddenly added – and another rush of heat spread across Levi's cheeks, the images in his mind only intensifying.

“I’ll give it my very best,” he stated, looking into Erwin’s eyes, educing another one of the man’s charming smiles.

And then suddenly the door burst open and Hange burst outside, completely excited. Before they could open their mouth, Franz called for Erwin to enter the room. And before the blond pushed himself off the wall and went inside, he winked at Levi – and the latter’s heart fluttered, and he managed to smile at the man who was about to fuck his brains out in front of at least twenty other people and three cameras.

A second after the door to the office closed again, Hange jumped Levi, grabbing the man’s shoulders, their extremely excited face right I front of Levi’s, eyes wide, mouth twisted into a maniacal smile. “What the fuck, Hange?” Levi hissed, trying to free himself out of his manager’s weird grasp.

And then Hange blurted it out.

“You’re going to top Erwin Smith!”

Levi blinked.

“…what?”

And the world stood still.