He might start with a smile and something like, “Hey, I’m Rocky. I don’t think we’ve met,” like everybody doesn’t already know who he is. Just as you’re almost comfortable actually talking to him, you are flat against his chest, smelling the man smell in his pits that are right at face level, his hand has just gone down your pants and his finger is digging into your hole, and he’s whispering filthy things in your ear in a deep growling voice that sends shivers running down your spine. You realize that, whatever he says, the only words your mind can form are, “Yes, Please!”

I think he could make a total top give up his cherry, but that’s not what he wants. He only goes after cute young twink boys. The kind the Carnal House is crawling with. All of them hanging out, making some content, hoping Legrand will choose them for his next big Carnal Special. I don’t even know how I ended up here, really. Sometimes it’s like a dream.

I met this guy at a party. We hooked up, had a good time, and decided it was worth doing again.

Then he says I ought to be making content; get myself out there on OnlyFans. I’m like, “Who, me?!” So, I don’t know. I go to this pool party at the Carnal House and next thing you know I’m like Alice down the rabbit hole. It was great! I don’t exactly have a lot of self-confidence. I don’t think I lack self-esteem. I mean, maybe I do, I just think I’m realistic.

Nothing builds up your self-esteem like being a porn star, but sometimes it doesn’t seem real. Are you making movies because you are hot? Do people think you are hot because you make movies? I didn’t have to care. At the Carnal House, I had sex with all the hot guys I wanted, including Legrand. He said I had a cute smile. I wasn’t sure if that was a real compliment, but it was enough to make him want to plow my ass, so I’m cool with that!

Then he tells me I need to get out and explore. I wasn’t sure how to take it. I mean, I guess I don’t take as much advantage of my fame as I could. It’s just easier to hang here with my friends. I started wondering if it was over. You know the alarm clock goes off, the dream ends, back to the real world. Maybe Legrand was done with me.

I had seen Rocky around, of course. TBH, he scared me a little bit. I mean, I know he’s not dangerous, but he’s big, and intense, and big! Really, though, I didn’t think much of him at all. I didn’t think I was his type. Then it happened. I was in the kitchen, bent over, getting a water bottle out of the bottom of the drawer, thinking I should fill it up. Then I stood up. Rocky had snuck up behind me, and I raised up right against his chest. His arms went around me, he ground his hard cock against the small of my back, and growled “You busy, sexy?”

I almost dropped the water bottle. I could have died when my voice actually squeaked when I said, “No.” I think it just turned him on more. This sort of diabolical chuckle rumbled in his chest, he said, “Yeah, I thought not.” He reached down and grabbed my crotch. That was the first time I realized how hard my cock was. He gave it a firm squeeze and said, “Hmm, all revved up and ready for a ride. I like that!’ Next thing I know, I’m ass up on his bed with the second-biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life splitting my hole open and one of the hottest guys I’ve ever met saying, “I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while.”