Second Act (His Chance 1)

“Exactly.”

While the woman went to work covering a small scar on my hip with concealer, Lorenzo leaned against a makeup table and asked, “Is it common for actors to wear those during love scenes?”

“Absolutely, and women have their own versions.”

“How would that work?”

“Imagine a skin-colored thong with the sides cut off, taped in place. They’ll also often wear patches that cover their nipples.”

He shook his head and murmured, “I had no idea.”

“People think moviemaking is glamorous, but there’s so much stuff like this going on behind the scenes. It’s a testament to how good the crew is. The cameras all have to be angled a certain way to sell the illusion that the actors are totally naked.”

“This has been a very eye-opening morning.”

“For me too,” I said. “I knew about these things, but it’s my first time actually wearing one.”

“I’m sorry I laughed.”

“Don’t be. It helps to see the humor in it, as opposed to just feeling ridiculous.”

After the makeup artist finished blending away all my imperfections, she added a light dusting of powder and said, “That’s it for now. We’ll obviously be retouching frequently, but this concealer is fairly smudge-proof. Please give it about five minutes to set, and then you can go ahead and get dressed.”

Both makeup artists took off, which left Lorenzo and me alone in the trailer. “See? It’s good you stayed, so you can keep me company,” I told him.

I started to put my hands on my hips, then thought better of it. Instead, I leaned forward and rested my palms on the wall, and he said, “You look like you’re waiting for the police to show up and frisk you.”

“I don’t want to ruin the makeup. Tell me when it’s been five minutes, okay?”

“Sure.” He glanced at the time on his phone, and then he came up right behind me and said, “I really wish I could touch you right now.”

I grinned and asked, “Is it the cock sock? It is, isn’t it? I’m too sexy to resist with that thing on.”

“I can’t see it from this angle. All I see is your perfect skin and that gorgeous ass.”

“My skin’s far from perfect. Did you see how many spots she touched up?”

“She totally overdid it. One of the things she blended away were three cute, tiny freckles on your collarbone. I love those.”

I said, “Technically, they’re moles.”

“Whatever. I still think they’re adorable.”

I arched back, so my ass lightly grazed the bulge in his jeans, and said, “Since you were paying close attention to where the makeup went, you probably know where to touch me without messing it up.”

He ran his fingertips down my spine, then traced the curve of my ass. When he slipped his hand between my legs and lightly massaged the spot between my balls and asshole, my cock swelled, and Lorenzo leaned in and whispered, “Do I have time to give you a blow job?”

I turned to face him and grinned as my erection pushed against that ridiculous pouch. “Someone could walk in on us at any moment.”

A wicked smile curved his full lips, and he said, “Then we should probably hurry.” I laughed and grabbed his hand, and we raced across the trailer and ducked behind the privacy screen.

He dropped to his knees and pulled the string to untie the bow, and then he looked up at me and said, “I was wrong when I thought the pouch was silly. That felt like unwrapping the best present ever.”

A moan slipped from me as his warm, wet mouth surrounded my cock. I braced my hands on his shoulders as a shudder of pleasure ran through my body, and I rocked my hips a little, fucking his mouth as he sucked me. Knowing someone could walk in and catch us at any moment just ramped up the excitement.

Minutes later, I stifled a yell and came down his throat. Then I crouched down and put my head on his shoulder as I caught my breath, and he kissed the top of my head and said, “That was fun.”

I flashed him a big smile. “I can’t wait until I get to return the favor.”

Just then, the door opened, and two hair stylists deep in conversation stepped into the trailer. Lorenzo and I both fumbled for the pouch as we stifled a laugh. I tied it in place and quickly pulled on the shirt and pajama pants.

Both ladies stared at us when we stepped out from behind the screen, and as I put on my flip flops I blurted, “He was just helping me with my wardrobe.”

One of them said, “Uh huh,” as we rushed out the door.

Once we were outside, Lorenzo said, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

“I hope it was worth the wait.”

“Definitely.” He ran his fingertips down my arm and said, “I’m still learning what you like, and I hope you’ll teach me how to make you feel good. Before today, it seemed unbalanced, as though you were only comfortable pleasuring me instead of being pleasured. I don’t want to make assumptions about why that is. I just want to let you know it’s really important to me that you’re enjoying what we’re doing.”