Clone-a-Willy: Part 1

Wasn't sure what I wanted to write this week, and then I saw this old article linked on Bluesky, and I knew that I had my inspiration. Writing my own version (that's definitely longer than my usual posts here) was a blast, and I hope you get as turned on as I did. VIP members, you can see the real-life inspiration linked in the server.

“Okay, and what do we have here? Can you tell me a little about your current project?”

Walking around the room, I was aiming to talk to one more volunteer to wrap up my segment. I was a tv reporter, and I was filming a segment for the Saturday evening news at an art studio that had just opened up downtown. It was owned and operated by two gay men, and even though I was usually a sports reporter, I was assigned to this story for obvious reasons. No big problem- half of the men here looked like they wanted to give me their number as soon as the cameras stopped rolling, and I planned on taking all of them.

The sexy man in a paint-covered smock and wire-rimmed glasses looked up as if me talking to him was the worst possible scenario, and I saw that he was stuffing art supplies back into his bag.

“Um, I, sorry I’m a bit shy.”

“Don’t worry, bud- we’re on a one-minute delay, so we can just refilm the intro.”

Pointing over at my producer, the artist saw a countdown on an iPad showing how long he until he needed to get his thoughts together.

“Well, I guess I can just say it then since this will never make it on air. I’m using the studio’s art molds to make dildos for my friends.”

“What the fuck?”

That got me a slap on the back from my producer, but it’s not like he could blame me. We had just interviewed a man who was knitting small bunnies to donate to a children’s hospital, so this unassuming man had me stopped dead in my tracks.

I had about thirty seconds to find someone new for the last interview of the night, but my producer grabbed my arm before I could walk away again.

“Just got the go ahead- we’re staying here. Script supervisor will have lines mapped out in twenty seconds.”

Oh shit…

“We have gotten to talk to a wide variety of artists tonight, and Jake here is ready to talk about another facet of expression that can be explored here at Fits Your Fancy. So Jake, care to tell us what you’ve been making as I’ve been roaming around the shop?”

“At a place like this, in a space for positivity and expression, it’s important to be able to safely work on your art and designs. There are luckily many creative spaces for kids elsewhere in the city, but this is an adult’s only space. That allows me to create some items that are appropriate for adults.”

“And what are you creating tonight?”

“I just finished making some small silicone sculptures- this one is a corn on the cob, and this one is a cucumber.”

Grabbing one as he held up the other, I felt the girth of the dildo in my hand. There were other random designs stowed safely in Jake’s bag including a rocket with a wide variety of thrusters, and of course, there was the pile of actual dick-shaped models that I was going to check out after the cameras stopped rolling.

“These are so life-like! How are they made?”

Jake had been so shy earlier, but now, the inside joke that we were sharing was motivating him to ham it up. Our producer had said the studio was game to air this as a joke to spar with our competing news channel. There was apparently a silent competition involving one-upping the other.

Waving his hand at the camera, Jake walked over to a workbench on the other side of the table where he’d quickly laid out some supplies just a few seconds before the red light had turned on.

“This studio is great for projects like this because they really have it all, and you don’t need to run out and buy your own materials. I don’t have a lot of these tools, but I can use them for free here- you just have to pay for the materials that are used up for your project.”

“So coming here saves you money as they make money?”

“Exactly!” He was staring right into the camera now, and I felt that the power dynamic had shifted a bit. I’d walked up to him with the swagger that I normally carried onto the field for interviews, but it was evident that he was driving the interview now. “Mike has a kettle here, and we heat up the water first before adding the silicone powder. Then, you pour it quickly into the tube, tap it onto the table to get out any air bubbles, and then you can insert whatever item you want to make a mold for.”

“Easy as that?”

“Too easy.”

There was a subtle smile creeping across his face, and I felt a pulse of energy shoot up my spine as I waited to wrap up this encounter.

“So, to everyone at home, I think you now know exactly what to do for your next date night, free night, or any night at all. Brenda, back to you in the studio!”

Holding up the cucumber at the camera, I gave a wink to every gay man watching that knew that this was made to go inside of Jake.

As the red light flickered off, I placed it down on the table slowly as if I waiting on him to offer it to me as some demented party favor. I was used to sharing player stats and talking with out of breath athletes who wanted to end each interview as quickly as possible, so this was new.

“So Steve, you ready to make your own?”

“You got a spare carrot in that bag of yours?”

“I was thinking of the real thing actually.”

He had edged closer to me as he walked around the table, and I could smell his cologne mixed with the smell of paint.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Do you have another story to film, Steve?”

“Nope- I’m just heading back to the studio after this.”

“I only need ten minutes then.”

“Then let’s have some fun.”

“Dude, are your serious right now?”

“What do you think?”

Before I could answer, he found it for himself as he reached forward and wrapped a hand around my bulge that was messing up the smooth front of my khakis. I sucked in my breath as I turned around to see what everyone else was doing, but my producer and cameraman were turned the other way as they packed up, and the other three guys near the front were too busy focused on those damn bunnies that they were making.

“Dude, that guy over there is my boss.”

“Tell him you’ll meet him at the van after you use the bathroom.”

“Hey Matt, let me run to the ladies’ room, and I’ll meet you outside in about ten minutes.”

“Perfect- I’m on the late shift to edit some stuff for tomorrow morning, so Jeff and I can run grab a coffee.”

This was too easy, and I waited for the other shoe to drop, but it didn’t. Matt and Tommy were walking across the street to the coffee shop now, and Jake and I were alone back here in our own little world.

“So, should we take the supplies back to the bathroom?”

“Like I said, this place is for adults only. Drop your pants.”

“I’m not dropping my pants right here!”

“Fine, I’ll do it for you.”

My body didn’t want to protest even though my mind was yelling commands, so I just stood there as he reached forward to undo my belt. The zipper was down by the time I finally had my hands moving, but it was too late- my pants had hit the floor.

I was wearing loose boxers, and I wondered if he would have me pull my cock through my fly, but those were now pooled around my ankles as well.

“This is fucking insane,” I said in an urgent whisper.

“Not yet.”

I was confused how it could get crazier, but I didn’t have to wonder long. Jake now had his hand wrapped around my cock again, but this time, my pants weren’t in the way. He was now jerking me off right there in the studio, and any of the other guys could simply turn around to watch the free show.

There was no point in resisting, and I got fully hard right as the red light began to blink on the kettle.

“Keep stroking yourself as I set up the mold.”

Not sure why I still was obeying every command, I replaced his hand with mine and began jerking myself off as I looked over my shoulder to make sure that my coworkers weren’t on their way back. The coast was still clear, but that didn’t really terrify me any less. I wasn’t sure if my shirt was long enough to cover my ass, and I doubted that anyone looking wouldn’t realize exactly what I was doing with my left hand.

“Here you go- you’ll hold it for one minute.”

He helped ease my stiff cock into the tube, and the warm mold caressed my shaft as I sank even deeper. It felt like I was fucking the perfect ass, and I had to stop my brain from wanting to thrust instead of staying still.

The next sixty seconds passed by at a glacial pace, but the timer dinged right as I saw my boss open the door of the coffee shop across the street. Ducking down below the table, I pulled my pants up over my wet dick and tried my best to hide what had happened. Buckling my belt, I heard the door of the studio open.

“Hey Steve, do you see that brush that I dropped?”

“Sorry man, I don’t at all.”

Staying down for a few more seconds to catch my breath, I stood up right behind Jake’s bag sitting on the table.

“Ready to head back to the studio?”

“All set.”