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when wilbur walked into his scheduled scene for the day, the last thing he had expected was to see an entirely new face. his manager had called him earlier that day and gave him the details of what he wanted him to work on. he had told him that he would have his regular videographers, a set he had already been to on a multitude of occasions, and the porno would be filmed late in the evening. wilbur was relieved to hear this information, since he was still a bit sore from the day before’s set. the only problem, apparently his boss had forgotten to tell him who his partner would be.
wilbur walked into the building where the specified set was, clad in the clothes he usually wore only to cover up his appropriate attire for the job. he entered set, a small, modern bedroom setup with faux-windows all around the bed frame, and was greeted by the videographers. he politely waved and walked up to the one of them he knew best, phil.
“hey, phil?” he spoke quietly, observing him changing settings on his camera.
“yeah, mate?”
“do you remember where the changing rooms are?” he laughed slightly, “it’s been a while since i’ve been here.”
“yeah, of course. they’re just down that hall on the left,” he turned to his right and pointed to a nearby corridor labeled above it “dressing rooms.”
“ah, thank you,” he smiled politely and made his way towards the changing rooms.
“good luck, mate!” phil called after him.
once in the changing rooms, he quickly picked a stall and walked inside, locking the latch behind him. he knew it didn’t matter if he used the stalls or not — he could’ve just as easily taken off his outside attire in the open portion of the room, as the only other person that would walk in was his co-star — but he felt more formal using them.
he removed his sweater, then he began to undo the button on his trousers. in the midst of this, he slowly began to realise he didn’t actually know who his co-star would be. he racked his brain, trying his hardest to recall the phone call from his boss that morning. did he tell him who he would be working with? he was pretty tired, and he could’ve just forgotten. the fact that he wasn’t sure which of his colleagues he would be having sex with in a very short while, obviously, made him incredibly anxious. he was excited for this job this morning, but, now, he couldn’t be dreading it more.
he finished undressing, leaving himself only in his loose pair of boxers, and walked back onto the set. he sneakily tried to walk back up behind phil to ask him who he would be playing with.
“uh.. hey, phil,” he spoke, cowering in on himself and using the camera as a shield from the open light.
“oh, hey wil. what’s up? you’re supposed to be on in five. i think we’re doing a photoshoot first? something about promotional activities? i’m honestly not su-“
“do you know who my partner is? i can’t remember for the life of me what mr. roquel told me earlier.”
“oh, yeah! turns out it’s some new hire that just came in for his first day yesterday. i think his name is tommy? or something like that…” phil answered.
“oh, god. are you sure?” the words ‘new hire’ made something stir in his gut. he felt sick from the anxiety.
“i mean, yeah, i’m pretty sure. you know i don’t really ever know what’s going on around here…” he chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck awkwardly.
“okay, everyone!” the head cameraman shouted, “wilbur, tommy, you’ve got two minutes to be on set! we’re running a photoshoot for the boss, then we’re getting straight into our scene! let’s go, make it quick!”
“turns out i was right,” phil spoke again, smiling at wilbur. “don’t be nervous, man. you’ve got this. i think you’ll really like him.” as much as wilbur would hate to admit it, phil’s words did soothe his anxiety quite a bit.
“i’m not nervous, phil.”
“alright, mate. i believe you. you’ve gotta go on now. talk to me after, yeah?”
wilbur nodded his head, then slowly walked into the harsh, white light of the bedroom set. his eyes laid on a boy he could only assume was his partner, considering he was currently posing for multiple cameras pointed directly at him. he was sat on a wooden stool, legs together, looking up at the cameras with innocent eyes. he was wearing what wilbur assumed was either a black binder or a tank top, and very pale pink, fluffy pyjama pants. he noticed the straps of a black thong sitting high on his hips. his hair was light blonde and soft looking, and wilbur had the overwhelming urge to pet it. he straightened his back and walked over. once in the sight of the cameras, tommy noticed him and waved him over.
“hello!” tommy said. he smiled at him sweetly. wilbur reached out and shook his hand.
“hi, you’re tommy, yes?” tommy nodded, “it’s great to meet you, i’m wilbur, if you hadn’t guessed already.” he laughed softly.
“i heard your name a few times, yeah,” tommy giggled. his voice was strangely high-pitched, and wilbur finally fit together the pieces.
“sorry if this is a weird question, but, um, are you trans? i’ve, um, i just usually only work with cis men, so i’m-i’m a bit nervous, is all.”
“yeah, um, i am. i hope that won’t be a problem?” tommy said questioningly.
“no, no, of course not. you’ll just have to be a bit patient with me,” wilbur replied.
“it’s no problem,” he smiled up at him, and wilbur gave into his urge. he reached out and ruffled his hair. tommy blushed.
“alright, let’s get a move on here,” the director spoke to both of them, and their attention went towards him. “tommy, you’re perfect where you are. cross your legs, maybe?” he did as told. “perfect. wilbur, go on his other side and look down at him a bit.”
wilbur moved to stand on tommy’s other side and tilted his chin downwards to look at him possessively. he crossed his arms.
“amazing,” the cameraman spoke again, “tommy look at me just quick…” the camera shuttered. “beautiful. now look up at wilbur.” the camera lens flicked again. “alright, switching gears here to something a bit less like powerplay…” someone behind him giggled.
a person beside him with a clipboard began to make orders, “alright, tommy, stand up.” they looked behind themselves, pointing at someone, “hey, you, go grab the stool. thanks.” phil walked onto the set and grabbed the stool from behind tommy. on his way back, he looked over his shoulder and shot wilbur and thumbs-up. wilbur giggled.
“tommy, you comfortable taking your top off?” the person with the clipboard asked. tommy nodded and turned to wilbur.
“there’s a zipper in the back. it’s really hard to reach it myself. do you mind?” he whispered.
“oh, sure!” tommy turned back around to face the camera, and wilbur unzipped the back of the binder. he heard multiple pictures being taken as he did this. once unzipped fully, tommy pulled the clothing forwards off of his shoulders. wilbur caught a glance of his chest before he walked off to store it somewhere off stage. his boobs were small, but perky and round.
“tommy, i want you to stand in front of wilbur and lean back onto his chest, please,” the cameraman said. tommy walked back onto the set and did as told, leaning his whole weight back onto wilbur. wil panicked and raised his hands until he was told what to do.
“wilbur, relax,” phil stepped forward, and he did. his shoulders loosened and he lets his hands fall to tommy’s waist. “lean your head down into his neck, maybe? like you’re going to bite him, or something,” wilbur wrapped his arms tightly around tommy’s waist, touching his elbows easily, and he leaned his head down into the small of tommy’s neck. he softly bit there and licked the spot after, making tommy blush and bite his lip. it was safe to say that tommy was thoroughly happy with his new co-star, as he had already started becoming enamoured with him.
“i don’t know what you did just there, but that shot was absolutely incredible,” the head cameraman spoke again, “we’re ending the shoot early for that, wilbur. amazing job. let’s get onto the scene everybody!” there was a rush of commotion as all of the film crew made their places.
while the sounds of the camera crew would cover up their conversation, wilbur leaned down to whisper into tommy’s ear as they made their way further into the faux-bedroom, “so, tommy, do you know what the plot for this actually is? i just- no one really told me,” he chuckled.
“well…” tommy started. once they got close enough, he sat down on the edge of the large bed, wrinkling the sheets underneath him. since he was still shirtless, wilbur was, admittedly, having a difficult time keeping eye contact with tommy. “i talked to someone, and they said that we were just going to do something soft to, y’know, introduce me to the whole thing, since this is my first set and all. but after that, i saw someone walk over here and put a knife on that table,” he gestured to his left, where a large kitchen knife sat in the centre of the bedside table. “so… i’m not sure either…” he giggled.
“oh- well, are you okay with that? you can just say no if you don’t want me using it. i mean, it’s kind of everyone’s job here to make sure that you are the most comfortable you can be..”
“oh, yeah, no- i- i’m totally fine with knife play. i don’t mind one bit. it just shocked me a little, is all.”
“well, that’s good. uhm- should we talk about some basic boundaries here?”
“yeah, that’d be great!” tommy replied.
“alright, since i’m topping, it’s definitely more important what you want and don’t want.”
“okay, well, uhm- i’m fine with pretty much anything? i don’t really like spit, like it just kind of grosses me out, but i have a feeling that we aren’t even going that far today, so…”
wilbur nodded in understanding, “alright, sweet. can we talk about pet names? they’re big in my vocabulary,, and i want to make sure i don’t call you something that you don’t like. my main ones are ‘baby’, ‘darling’, and ‘love.’ are those okay with you?”
“yes, totally!”
“okay, great. and.. i assume you just don’t want anything feminine?”
“well, i actually quite like princess, but other than that you’d be correct. my favourite thing anyone’s ever called me was ‘good boy’ though. it’s like a party trick- i squirt on the spot,” tommy laughed.
wilbur laughed along with him, “i’ll keep that in mind.”
they paused, “i’m gonna go ask phil what i’m supposed to be doing. will you be alright for just a second?” wilbur asked him, not sure why he was already so protective of his brand new co-star.
“yes, of course. relay what he says to me, please,” tommy smiled at him, leaning back into the pillows and getting comfortable on the bed.
wilbur shot him a thumbs up and walked over to phil. he knew that at least one of the cameramen would loudly shout instructions towards him before they began; he just wanted to talk to phil.
“hi, mate. lights hurting your eyes yet?”
“oh, yes, absolutely. god, i have a headache,” wilbur rubbed the place between his eyebrows harshly and scrunched his eyes.
“i think once you get into the groove of things it’ll go away,” phil paused, “how’s tommy?”
“oh, he’s great. very sweet.”
“good! i told you i thought you would like him.”
“he told me this is his first set.”
“oh, god, really?” the bustle of squeaking tripods and cords being manoeuvred began to die down, “i thought he did one yesterday.”
“apparently not.”
“hey, wil,” phil put his hand on his shoulder, “it’ll be fine. promise.”
“i know. thank you, phil.”
“wilbur!” the head cameraman shouted at him, “let’s go, yeah? come on, we’re trying to start here.” wilbur jogged back over to the set, coming up next to tommy and sitting on the edge of the bed where he was previously.
“alright!” the cameraman shouted once again, “wilbur, our plot for this scene is that you walk in on tommy masturbating. we’re trying to go easy on him here,” multiple people laughed, “so, actually, i need you to get off set for now. my bad.” wilbur began to stand up, “tommy, that means we get a good ten minutes of you solo. there’s a vibrator in the drawer next to you, but i don’t want you to use it until i tell you to.”
“oh, god…” wilbur heard him say under his breath. he turned around to see tommy smiling at the camera crew, but his hands were visibly shaking and he had pulled his knees up to his chest.
“what’s wrong?” wilbur whispered to him.
“nothing,” he smiled, “go on, are you going to sit with phil?”
“tommy, what’s wrong?”
“come on, wil. hey, someone get him one of those director’s chairs from the back!”
wilbur climbed back onto the bed and sat in front of tommy. “what don’t you want to do? was it the vibrator part? i can tell them that you don’t want to. it’s no problem, really.”
“no, ten minutes solo just sounds like a lot…”
“oh, it’s not, darling. it’ll go by in no time, i swear.” he leaned down to speak into his ear, “would it help if i stayed with you?”
“yeah, but isn’t the whole point of solo porn to be by yourself?”
wilbur smiled, “watch this.”
he jumped off the bed and walked up to the guy behind the main camera. all tommy saw was him lean in to whisper in his ear. before he knew it, the director was shouting once again, “alright, change of plans! i need you and you,” he pointed at two cameramen, “to make sure you don’t get wilbur in the shot. he’s gonna be sitting on the right side of the bed, leaned against the frame. he’s quite tall, so it’s gonna be difficult, but i believe in you.”
wilbur sat down next to the bed and winked up at him. tommy smiled brightly, and mouthed ‘thank you.’ he nodded in response.
“great, glad we got that sorted. let’s begin, shall we?” wilbur heard tommy take a deep breath in above him. he watched him intently. “tommy, please don’t feel rushed. we can cut anything you don’t like and we can start over at any point. all we want is for you and wilbur to be happy with the end product, alright?” tommy grinned and nodded. “great. action!”
there was a simultaneous click of buttons and, before wilbur knew it, tommy was looking down at him fearfully, unmoving.
wilbur tried to smile at him encouragingly, but it seemed like tommy was frozen in the spotlight.
he turned back to look at the cameramen and asked, “can someone edit the audio out of this part? like, just the beginning? i want to give him instructions just so he’s more comfortable.”
the director squinted at him and then spoke, “yeah, but when he starts making noise and shit make sure you’re not talking, got it?”
“i got it, thank you.”
“alright, from the top, please. and… action!”
wilbur looked up at tommy from the floor and began giving him directions, “okay.. deep breaths, please,” he was talking quietly enough that the camera crew wouldn’t her him, but he knew the microphones would. tommy took a breath in and out. “don’t look at me, if you can. okay, just move your hand down into your pants.” tommy slipped his hand under the waistband of his pyjama pants. “perfect, just like that, baby.” tommy blushed. “careful, go slow.”
tommy relaxed back into the pillows behind him. from the circular motions his hand was making, wilbur could tell that he had not put his fingers inside himself yet. “‘kay, put in one finger? go slowly,” tommy moved his hand downwards and slipped a finger into himself. he let out a whine and squeezed his eyes shut.
“hurts or feels good?” wilbur asked.
“hurts…” tommy said quietly.
“take it out, sweetheart. you don’t have to do anything, remember?” tommy nodded and took his hand out of his pants.
“you’re doing great. you just hit the three minute mark. take your pants off.”
tommy shuffled his fluffy pyjama pants off of his legs, revealing the tiny black thong underneath. wilbur couldn’t help but admire.
“alright, jesus, tom,” he ran a hand down his face, and tommy giggled, “as much as i love that, you should take it off too.” tommy quickly complied and easily slid it off as well.
“that’s five! you can use the vibe!” the director shouted.
tommy carefully reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. he pulled out a small, black vibrator with a curve to the end of it. he smiled, and readjusted himself on the bed.
“turn it on its slowest setting and start at the bottom, doll.”
tommy did as told as pressed the button on the top once before pushing it against the bottom of his pussy. he mewled softly at the contact, and wilbur itched to get onto the bed with him. he slowly moved the toy upwards, keeping the same amount of pressure on it. his whines became more frequent the closer he got to his clit. once he hit it, he moaned and his hips jerked up off the bed, into his hand. he quickly removed the toy and began at the bottom again.
“god, you are doing amazing, princess. keep going, just like that. holy shit..” tommy looked down to see wilbur on the floor, eyes half-lidded, hand rested on his boner, and biting the skin of the back of his hand. “you look so beautiful up there.”
tommy smiled sheepishly and hit his sweet spot again. this time, he didn’t release the pressure immediately, and wilbur watched as his legs started to tremble lightly. whines and tiny pleas came tumbling from his mouth.
wilbur practically jumped in the air when the director told him that that was all the solo that they needed. he quickly stood and walked off set. he heard tommy whine behind him, still holding the vibrator to his cunt despite the fact that he knew this portion would be cut out.
“oh, sweet baby. i’m coming right back. i promise.”
“and, let’s keep rolling…” the director stated. that was wilbur’s queue to walk back onto set.
he walked into the view of the cameras, simply admiring tommy for a moment while barely in frame. tommy noticed he had returned.
“wil- please, i need you,” he moaned as his wrist jerked involuntarily.
“i’m here, baby. i’m here,” wilbur climbed onto the bed in front of tommy and took the end of the vibrator out of tommy’s small hands. he moved it back down to the bottom of his cunt and dragged it upwards as he instructed tommy to do minutes prior. once at the top, tommy’s hips bucked upwards and he slapped a hand over his mouth, his back arching off of the mattress. wilbur pushed down harder, and tommy’s moan slipped through his fingers.
“come on, baby…” wilbur slowly pulled his hand of off his mouth, “you sound so pretty. let me hear you,” tommy whined at that, reaching up and pulling wilbur down into a kiss. while moving his tongue against tommy’s, he pushed the button on the top of the vibrator, and the speed increased. tommy pulled away with a smack to moan loudly.
“ngh- oh god. wilbur- please. i-i-“
“please, what?” he was fully towering over tommy, his legs on either side of his waist and his unoccupied hand in his hair. when tommy didn’t answer, he lightly pulled his head back by the blond locks. “use your words, princess.”
tommy whined, “i want-i want to cum so badly, please. please, can i cum, wilby?”
wilbur moaned lightly at the nickname. “of course you can, doll. what do you need me to do?”
“f-f-finger me, please. i- i can’t-“
“shh.. no need to talk. i have you, sweetheart,” he gently removed his hand from tommy’s hair and slid his middle finger into tommy’s entrance. he moaned out as wilbur thrusted it in and out of his hole.
“you’re being such as good boy for me, do you know that? you’re being so good for wilby…”
“c-cumming.”
wilbur quickly pulled his finger out of his cunt and leaned down. he put his head between his legs and replaced his finger with his tongue. white splattered all over the inside of his mouth, and he licked tommy through his high.
“oh, f-fuck! fuck, shit- i- ngh-!”
he whined, “wilby.. hurts. it hurts.”
wilbur quickly removed his head from in between his thighs and turned off the vibrator.
“and… cut!” silence filled the air as tommy and wilbur both tried to catch their breath. “wow, safe to say that was absolutely incredible. wilbur, tommy, kudos to you for knowing how to get shit done around here,” a chorus of applause rose from behind the director, and both stars smiled widely.
someone brought them both a bottle of ice cold water.
as the camera men and staff began to pack up, tommy spoke to wilbur.
“is it too soon to say that that was the literally the best sex i’ve ever had?”