Getting the Shot

I was fresh from film school and looking to make a splash in the freelance market. One of my former classmates had a project he needed to pass on and asked me if I wanted to do it. Naturally, I said yes before asking what the gig was.

I was getting in as an AC, basically the camera department's assistant. On a low-budget film, this usually means you are the DP’s (director of photography) bitch. The DP is Ryan, a tall, skinny guy maybe five years older than me, definitely late twenties, but not yet thirty. He is pale with short, messy hair and framless glasses that he is constantly taking off to look through the lens of the camera. He had one of those smiles that were too perfect not to be the product of braces as a kid, and his personality gave me the impression he was not always the good-looking guy he is now, that “ugly duckling syndrome.”

The film is weird. I still don’t understand it since I never read a script, but we were shooting on location in the middle of nowhere South Dakota for the better part of two and a half weeks. I don’t understand why it needed to be done on location, but the farmhouse we were using as the location doubled as the lodging for the crew. Most people were doubling in the queen-sized beds, sleeping on couches, that kind of thing. I was one of the couch surfers, and it provided zero privacy for me to relieve stress at the end of very stressful days.

By the end of the second week, Ryan and I had become pretty good friends and developed a shorthand to speed up our work together. We had stayed up many nights setting up shots and lighting for the next day so we could try to speed things up for production since we were already far behind with the very ambitious shooting schedule, and the producers were not subtle about how unhappy they were with all the delays.

This particular night, we wrapped pretty late on a barn sex scene that was tastefully shot, but because of Ryan’s need to get it all and get it right, he stayed after production wrapped for the day so he could get some inserts (tight shots that help the editors go from one take to the next seamlessly). I stayed to help the best I could. It was close to 1:00 AM, and I was pretty tired, but I would feel bad if he finished alone and walked into the house to see me sleeping on the couch.

“I want to get this reflection shot,” he said, showing me a crude drawing.

“How can I help?” I asked, sipping a sugar-free Red Bull.

“Can you hop onto the mark and gesture so I can see if I get the movement I want?” he asked.

I went to the mark, which was where, a few hours ago, we all watched the two lead actors simulate sex, and I’m certain everyone was just as turned on as I was. Both the actress and the actor are incredibly sexy, and neither of them was bashful about nudity...so yes, I had to tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my underwear. I lay on my back in the spot where they were earlier and started to wave my arms like I was landing a plane.

“Like this?” I asked.

He looked into the camera, looked at me, then back into the camera.

He chuckled, “It’s not exactly what I need; I don’t think it’s going to match,” his voice disappointed.

I knew he wanted the shot and wouldn’t give up so easily. “What doesn’t match?” I asked, knowing the blur of the glass he was shooting through had to hide enough details that it didn't matter.

“Well, your all-black clothes for starters,” he shrugged. “Your arms and head – I’m getting the right movement in the glass, but it looks like a floating head and arms in a black hole because your clothes disappear in the bends of the glass,” he explained.

“Makes sense,” I said, standing up and walking over to him. I looked through the lens to see the shot he had set up. It was pretty genius and looked tremendous, but it showed much more detail than I expected. The light was bending a lot through the ripples, but there were pockets where you could definitely make out body parts.

“Oh, I see now,” I said, “damn, that would be a dope shot,” I told him.

“Yeah, but I think you’d have to strip down to make it work,” he laughed, removing his glasses to wipe the lenses with his shirt for the millionth time today.

The idea of stripping for him…for anyone, made my neglected dick twitch.

“Naked?” I asked, raising my eyebrows; a tingle of excitement and nervousness ran through my stomach.

He put his glasses back on and looked me up and down. " At least to your underwear,” he said, shrugging.

I took a deep breath, then reached over my head to pull off my t-shirt, simultaneously kicking off my sneakers.

“Wait, are you for real?” he asked, excitement in his voice as his pale skin started flushing pink.

“Yeah, I mean...we need the shot, and it’s no big deal. It’s distorted enough that no one will know it’s me, right?” I started to undo my belt and unbutton my pants, stripping to a pair of black Tommy Hilfiger briefs with a thick white waistband. I tucked my socks into my shoes and went to lie down on the mark. The hay was surprisingly uncomfortable, pricking me when I moved. I started to move my body as if I had someone with me. I turned my head to the camera, where Ryan had one eye closed, and the other was watching through the viewfinder.

“How’s this?” I asked, trying not to get turned on, knowing he was watching me simulate sex.

He looked right at me, then back into the camera, “It’s better.”

“But?” I asked, thrusting my hips up as I continued my simulating, even though this was not the position they were in.

“But…umm, it’s clearly just one person,” he grabbed the wireless monitor and walked over to me, setting it on the ground. “See how it looks with us both in the frame? The bends in the glass catch the light like a flame as we move in different directions, like sex, but also…a metaphor,” he grinned with pride in the art.

I caught him glancing at my package and looked away just as quickly. I could see the wheels turning in his head. “What are you thinking?” I asked, sitting up on my elbows, my thin torso flexing to hold me up.

“I’m thinking…I could be the other person, push record, and we can get a few minutes, like five minutes of action to be sure, and that should be enough for post-production to be able to find something usable,” Ryan glanced quickly at my bulge again.

“Well…” I started to say and then gestured broadly for him to go for it.

He fumbled with his shirt, exposing his thin, somewhat hairy, pale chest and a dark, happy trail leading to the waistband of his boxer briefs. Tossing his shirt to the side, he kicked off his shoes, quickly dropping his pants to reveal bright red Hanes boxer briefs that did nothing to support his surprisingly larger package, and the elasticity in the legs was already shot, making them more like baggy boxers. Quickly he ran behind the camera, pushing some buttons on the side, then looking through the lens, allowing me an opportunity to adjust my dick which was about to sell me out for not being able to jerk off for two weeks.

He looked back at me, up at a light, then back in the camera. He walked over to the light and increased the intensity just a little, measuring it with his meter, then went back behind the camera; I watched his dick in his boxers as it swayed when he walked.

“I think that will work,” he said, grabbing a remote and the wireless monitor and walking toward me.

He knelt by my feet. I bent my knees, hiding my package from him in this position. I watched him adjust the wireless monitor so he could see it from his position, and the light didn’t affect the shot at all. He waved his hand at the camera while looking at the monitor. He didn’t look at me at all, just hyper-focused on the monitor and getting the shot. He scooted closer to me, again waving his hands above his head.

“Hmm…” he grumbled.

“No good?” I asked.

“Spread your legs,” he said in the least sexual way possible, then looked at me, realizing what he said, and we both laughed.

I spread my legs, and he scooted in between; his package gently brushed against mine, and he pulled back just enough that our cotton-covered balls weren’t touching. Then he leaned over me as if he was going in for a kiss, but he was looking at the monitor the entire time. His body heat was like a furnace in the drafty barn; his lean body flexed to hold himself up as he studied the shot. He looked back at me and smiled. I couldn’t help but notice his defined biceps as he held himself up over me.

“Would…” he cleared his throat, “would you be comfortable if we…got completely naked?” he asked shyly.

“Do we need to?” my eyes got big, my heart started pounding, and my blood began to rush to my penis. There’s no way I can keep my dick from getting hard if we both get naked.

“Well, the red from my boxers makes it obvious I’m not naked, and the black from your briefs makes your limbs look disconnected from your body,” he said with a grin.

I bit my lip. Looking at the monitor, I could see what he was seeing: “I mean, we’re already this far.”

“Exactly,” he said, now looking right into my eyes and flashing me all of his teeth.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear, about to strip them off; he just watched, so I lifted my ass and pulled them down; he helped me unhook them from my ankles and made no secret of looking at my dick. I could feel myself blushing. He stood quickly, dropped his boxer briefs to the floor, and then was back between my legs. His soft dick hung a solid 4 inches and thick, his ball sack as big as my fist. His pubes were groomed, but not recently, probably a week away from another trim. He was looking at me as he scooted between my legs until his dick accidentally brushed my ass.

“Oh, sorry,” he blushed.

I let out a laugh, “All good, how’s it look?”

He looked into my eyes, and I saw confusion. Then he realized I was talking about the shot and turned his head to look at the monitor. He adjusted my legs to wrap around his waist and looked at me, “Is this OK?”

“Yeah,” I said in an almost whisper.

I could feel my nerves taking over; I couldn’t help but notice his once wrinkled, soft dick was getting smoother by the second. I tried to control my breathing, trying my best not to get hard.

“This looks great,” he said with a smile.

He leaned over to the remote and pushed record. “Are you ok with some sex, ugh, simulated sex...movements, I mean?” His face turned six shades of red.

I just nodded my head, “Yes.” He adjusted himself over me, leaning into me; I felt his pubes brush against my balls, and I let out an involuntary soft moan. His scent was clean, like Ivory Soap; I hadn’t noticed it before. He started to grind his hips into me, and I wrapped my arms around his back. He smiled at me, and I melted a little.

“You ok,” he whispered, continuing to dry hump me, his dick clearly hard now as it rubbed my balls and then slid along that space between my leg and balls.

“Yeah,” I whispered, then wrapped my legs higher up on his waist, pulling him down to me.

His thin body was surprisingly solid; I took full advantage of the moment to run my hands all over his body until I eventually was groping his ass which was small but firm. His dick slipped below my balls and hit right on my hole; I let out another moan, turning my head away from the camera, this one louder, and he didn’t remove his dick, just let his precum slide and drip out between my cheeks.

“You’re hard,” I said, grinning at him.

“So are you,” he said, reaching between my legs to pick up and spring my hard dick back to my lower abs.

“I can’t help it,” I said with a bit of a laugh, “I haven’t been able to jerk off since we got here.”

“Me neither,” he said, and I felt him purposefully stroke his dick up and down my hole now. “Is this ok?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.

“Yeah,” I said, trying not to sound eager.

He spat in his hand and rubbed it on his dick, then rubbed his head on my hole. I let out a soft moan. He put a little pressure on it, not trying to push in, just gauging my reaction.

“Have you ever done this before?” He whispered, glancing down at his dick touching my ass.

“Yeah,” I hesitated, unsure how he would react to that. “Have you?”

He grabbed my legs from under my knees, pushed them back towards my head, and dribbled some spit onto my hole. “Yeah,” he grinned at me. Placing my legs on his shoulder, he used his hard dick to rub the spit into my hole, up and down, catching the head on my pucker, getting another subtle moan from me.

“Mmm, that feels good,” I mumbled.

“Yeah?” he continued, his head catching my hole and pushing just a little.

“Mmm...yeah,” I moaned, trying to relax my hole enough to catch his dick on my ring again.

He leaned in more, putting more pressure on my hole but still not pushing in; his face pressed to my face, and then he kissed me. Invading my mouth with his tongue and a low moan.

“Mmm, fuck,” he said, breaking the kiss and sitting up.

My legs fell to his sides as he reached for his pants; digging through the pockets, he pulled out a condom. Showing it to me as if he were a boy scout expecting a badge for being prepared. I ran my fingers through my hair as I listened to that familiar sound of the wrapper being torn open; I watched as he stretched it over his rock-solid dick with a rubber band snapping sound at the end. He must have been at least 7” and on the thicker side for sure.

I watched as he rubbed more spit into my hole and then onto the condom. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders again, and lined his dick up with my hole.

“There?” he asked and looked into my eyes.

“There,” I confirmed and felt him push the head in. “Oh fuck,” he pushed too hard and too fast, it stung like a mother fucker. “Shit, dude...wait,” I winced and groaned.

“I thought you did this before?” he asked, pulling back out. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“It’s not something I do all the time,” I said, regaining my breath, feeling the sting crawl all the way inside me.

“I’m sorry, man...I didn’t realize,” he said, rubbing the tip of his dick on my hole.

“It’s alright, I’m just…” I started to say.

“Tight?” he smiled, leaned in, and kissed me some more.

I noticed the change in his body language, a little more aggressive than at first, grinding his dick into my hole while wrestling his tongue against mine. Both of us moaning.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, “I want to get my dick in you.”

He kissed my neck, sucking on the tender skin.

“Mmm...I don’t know, man, I think it might be too big; I’m really tight,” I whispered nervously.

“Let me get the head in; I’ll be gentle,” he pleaded, kissing me until I moaned an affirmative response.

He lined up his hard cock again; not breaking our kiss, he pressed hard until the head popped in.

“Mmm,” he moaned into my mouth.

I winced and stopped breathing altogether.

“Just breathe,” he said, breaking our kiss and keeping the pressure on my hole.

“Oh fuck Ryan, your dick is..ungh, huge, man,” I groaned, struggling just to take the tip.

“You’re ok; just let me in,” he said, nibbling my ear, putting more pressure on my hole.

I felt another inch slide in, and I groaned.

“That’s it, let me in,” he almost growled as he continued to push in.

“That’s...more than the head,” I managed to squeak out as another inch made its way into my very tight hole.

He groaned, “You want me to pull out?”

I did, it was too much dick, and I just wasn’t feeling it, but I also didn’t want to be a cock tease, so I just said nothing as I felt him push the last couple of inches into me, his wiry pubes brushing my balls.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he kissed my neck. “See, you can handle it.”

I groaned, feeling him slide in and out a little.

“Fuck, you are tight,” he moaned, then kissed me some more.

I groaned as he bottomed out again and then pulled all the way out. I felt my sphincter slam shut like the blast doors on the Death Star. Ryan sat up on his knees, rubbing his dick on my hole.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Your dick is huge, man,” I tried to laugh, but it came out as a breathy sigh.

He leaned in for another kiss, “You want some more?”

His eyes twinkled with lust and desire; I couldn’t say no. I just nodded again, and he kissed me, then sprang back up, scooping my legs up and pushing my knees to my shoulders. His tongue made its way into my hole with a muffled moan.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.

He licked the rim, then pushed in and massaged the sensitive, velvety skin. I felt my hole giving way as he ate me out like I was his last meal.

“Fuck that feels good,” I said.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, I started to feel the blood rushing back to my dick, and I let out another moan.

“Oh, that’s what you like, huh?” he said, diving back in.

“Mmm-hmm…” I mumbled, my hands pulling my own hair as I bit my lip. “Fuck that feels good.

”He slowly let my ass back down and rubbed his cock up and down my crack, pressing gently on my hole and then pushing in a few inches.

“Oh yeah, let me in,” he said, looking into my eyes and pushing hard into my hole.

My eyes shot wide, “Oh fuck,” I gasped.

“You need this more than I do,” he leaned all his weight into me until he was balls deep again.

“Ungh,” I groaned as he kissed me.

He gave me a few hard thrusts, “I know what you really need,” he said with a devilish grin as he pulled out completely. He quickly pulled off the condom with a dramatic snap of the latex, spit on his dick, and thrust back into me with a loud, masculine moan, “Oh yeah, fuck that’s good.”

To my surprise, I moaned with him; his big dick continued opening me up, his spit and precum lubing my hole with each thrust, feeling better and better running over my prostate. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” I whispered.

“You like feeling me in you, feeling that dick deep inside you,” he told me, kissing me between words.

“Ungh...yeah, fuck me,” I told him, pulling him in tighter.

He was building up a rhythm now; each thrust pushing a drop of precum out of my throbbing dick. I felt myself stretching to take more of his dick, my ass muscles trying to engulf all of him.

“That’s it, fuck you feel good,” he whispered, slamming into me.

“Oh fuck that feels good,” I admitted to both of us.

His thrusting started to speed up, and I could feel him flex at the end of every stroke.

“Mmm, I’m getting close,” he warned, twitching inside me.

“Fuck yes,” I said, feeling him swell thicker as he slid across my prostate.

He kissed me, “You want me to cum inside you?”

“No, you have to pull out,” I told him.

He kissed me, thrusting into me, “I want to cum in you.”

“I know, mmm,” I moaned from the pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his shoulder as he thrust deeper, again and again.

“Oh fuck man, let me cum inside you,” he said, thrusting faster.

“I don’t know man…” I started to say nervously.

“Oh shit, I...ungh…” he said and stiffened inside me, his whole body thrust into me, “fuck, I’m cumming.”

I moaned, feeling him pulse inside me, his next thrust harder and slicker than the last.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as he collapsed on top of me.

“Oh fuck, man...I’m sorry,” he gasped for air, “I tried to pull out,” he started to say.

I chuckled, “No, you didn’t,” then laughed again.

“Fuck...I needed that man,” he said, shaking his head, pounding his fist gently on the floor, still twitching inside me.

He slowly pulled out with a groan, leaving his cum inside me.

“You want me to suck you off?” he offered.

I grabbed my dick and started to jerk off, stretching my legs around him, “just rub my balls,” I told him.

He cupped my balls, putting pressure on my taint, and I quickly exploded all over my stomach and chest, “fuuuuuck.”

“Oh shit,” he gasped, “that’s a hell of a sight.”

I jerked the last few drops of cum out of my dick and then flung a drop of cum onto his glistening chest.

“Ah, nasty,” he laughed.

“That’s not as bad as you cumming inside me,” I joked.

He laughed, “You liked it.”

We started getting dressed. The waistband of my briefs snapped on my hips. " You’re going to delete that, right?”

“Don’t worry, it stops recording after five minutes,” he said, pulling up his boxers.

“Well, I hope they like the footage they got,” I said, pulling my pants back on.

“If not, I’m willing to get another take if you are,” he shot me a devilish grin.

“I’m going to hit the shower,” I said, “let me know if you need another stand-in.”