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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

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Garrett Leigh

Blue Boy 1:

BULLET

 

Garrett Leigh

 

 

www.loose-id.com

Blue Boy 1: Bullet

Copyright © November 2013 by Garrett Leigh

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Editor: S.N. Graves

Cover Artist: GD Leigh

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Dedication

For Big G—my love, my life, my world. And for those who see art and soul wherever they look. Namaste.

Chapter One

A trickle of sweat ran down the center of Levi Ramone’s chest. More beaded his brow. He shook his head, flicking his dark hair out of his eyes. It was too long for working on broken-down motorbikes, too long for his momma’s liking, and
definitely
too long for porn.

Hot, lube-slick fingers dug into his hips, jolting him back to reality. He looked down at the boy writhing beneath him.
Boy
. Levi smirked. Zeb was twenty-six, like him, but his smooth, hairless body and baby face made him appear much, much younger. The barely-legal-twink thing didn’t really do it for Levi, but it wasn’t like he was fucking Zeb for fun. Nah, this was work—this was his
job
. At least the only job he had that paid real money.

Zeb pulled on his hips again. “That all you got, cowboy?”

Cowboy
. The word was his cue to move things along. Levi bent and scooped Zeb’s much smaller frame into his arms and lifted him from the back of the leather couch. He glanced at the watching cameras, checking the angles, before he deposited Zeb on the fake bearskin rug. “Hold on tight,” he warned, sliding back into Zeb’s tight body hard and fast.

Zeb moaned and arched his back. “Fuck me, damn it. Fuck me.”

Levi obliged. It was getting late, and he had stuff to do. He put his hands flat on Zeb’s chest and pounded him until he was a jabbering wreck. They took a break for Zeb to work himself hard again. Levi switched off, almost detached. His mind drifted when the scene resumed, and he barely noticed when Zeb came with a ragged cry. After that, it didn’t take long for him to find an absent release in Zeb’s talented mouth.

They wrapped the scene, and Levi hit the large communal wet room, left over from the studio building’s factory roots. At Blue Boy Studio, showers were a communal thing where models came together to clean up and compare shoots. Today was no different. Levi found himself sharing his space with Caleb, another regular top. Out of habit, he chanced a glance over Caleb’s long masculine body. It was very similar to his—strong, subtly defined, and dusted with real body hair. No tattoos, though. The twinks had more ink than the tops at Blue Boy.

That was one of the differences between this place and most of the gay-for-pay studios out there. Blue Boy wasn’t about bronzed, muscled,
straight
men pretending to be gay, or vice versa. The models were genuine gay men who loved fucking and/or really needed the cash. Levi reckoned most fell into both categories. He knew he did.

He rubbed shampoo through his dark hair and rinsed it out before reaching for the shower gel to wash the remnants of sweat and other bodily fluids from his skin. Beside him, Caleb went through similar motions. Levi turned to him with an amiable grin. Though pressed for time, he felt genial enough to be polite. “Good shoot?”

Caleb leaned back against the tiled wall with a lazy, shit-eating grin. “Hell, yeah, I had Theo in the weight room. Dude, I nailed him so hard he ain’t gonna sit right for a week.”

“Yeah, I got Zeb pretty good too.” Levi swallowed his disgust and played his role to perfection. He’d learned long ago life was far easier if he said what people expected him to say.

“Damn straight.” Caleb held up his hand to high-five. “Saw your scene with Diego last week. You’re the motherfucking man.”

Levi smirked and slapped Caleb’s hand. He’d heard that before. With his unshaven jaw and chest, dark hair, and brooding brown eyes, he was one of the studio’s most popular models. “That shoot was kinda cool. Not sure about the barn setting, though. It was a bit cliché, even for hard-core porn.”

“Gotta give ’em what they want.” Caleb shrugged. “With that accent, you’re like the ultimate cowboy fantasy.”

“I’m a mechanic,” Levi said drily. “I’ve never touched a damn horse.”

“Yeah, but you sound like one, and you’re hung like one. It’s a no-brainer.”

It was true on both counts. He had a big dick,
and
he could trace his roots back to a tiny farming town just east of Austin, Texas. His accent was as deep as his momma’s, but he could barely recall the time he’d spent in the South as a child.

“Not like it matters, though,” Caleb went on. “Folks just want to see a twink get rammed. No one cares about the rest of it.”

Levi grunted in reply. He didn’t give much consideration past the actual filming of his scenes. He just wanted to get laid and paid.

Other models began to drift into the showers. Levi acknowledged them all with a grin. Many faces he no longer knew. After dabbling in other studios, he’d worked exclusively at Blue Boy for three years, but models came and went a lot, and turnover in the business was high. These days, he couldn’t separate the faces he’d already fucked from those he’d never met.

The wet room filled with naked men, all fresh from a round of filming. The atmosphere was relaxed and jovial. A few had been posing for photo shoots and were still horny and game for some fun. That was the other thing about most of the models lacking normal work-colleague boundaries. Inhibitions were nonexistent, and Levi had enjoyed some good times in the shower room lately. But he wasn’t in the mood today. He turned down a blowjob and left them to it.

He dressed in loose, faded jeans and a T-shirt, stepped into his flip-flops, and made his way out of the dressing area. He nodded good-bye to some of the crew and the pretty chick who worked the reception desk. She waved and smiled a rueful smile. Levi knew she was fonder of him than she wanted to be.

“Levi, can I see you for a moment?”

He stopped, his hand on the exterior door, and turned to face Jon, Blue Boy’s director and owner. “Right now?”

“If you can spare the time,” Jon said with a grin. He tapped his checkbook on the door frame, the universal sign that he wanted to talk business. “It won’t take long.”

Levi bit back a sigh and let the door swing closed. He had stuff to get done at the garage, but Jon wasn’t a guy who took no for an answer, especially when he was waving his checkbook around. He was, after all, the man who paid Levi for his work, and Levi knew he paid him well.

He followed Jon into his office and shut the door behind him. Jon pointed at a chair not too dissimilar to the ones used as props in the studios. “Have a seat.”

Levi sat, glancing around the office as he slouched down and stretched his legs out in front of him. Like the rest of the building, it was fairly utilitarian, save the fancy computer. “What can I do for you?”

“What can
I
do for
you
is more the question,” Jon shot back. “I’m putting together next month’s schedule, and I wanted to talk to you about changing it up a little.”

“Changing it up?” Levi sat up, instantly wary. He’d heard that phrase before. In fact, he heard it every time he stepped into the office and Jon offered him increasingly crazy sums of money to perform in one of the bespoke scenes that made the studio unique in the industry. The scenes where rich clients could pretty much write the script.

“Yeah, I know we’ve talked about it before, but I was wondering if you’d thought any more about the offer I made last time. I know bottoming isn’t your thing, but I’m getting requests all the time to put together a special scene. There’s a lot of money on the table, Levi. There’s gotta be something we can do to make it happen.”

Levi shook his head, the refusal already on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t bottom. Never had. Never would.

Jon knew that all too well, but he spoke again before Levi could get the words out. “Okay, okay, let me put it this way. What about if we got together a three-way? We could put the scene together so you only had to bottom for a few minutes, get it over and done with, hard and fast. You wouldn’t have to come, or fake it. Just let the camera see you take it. Play it up, make it special. That’s all they want.”

For now, at least.

The rich dudes who had the money to request specialized scenes were like an angry mob. The more he gave them, the more they wanted. He’d done it all—three-ways, four-ways, orgies. If he agreed to this, what the hell would they want him to do next? Get fucked by a damned horse?

“What if I paid you something like this?”

Jon wrote a figure on a page of a notepad and slid the cock-shaped scrap of paper across the table. Levi glanced at it, expecting to see the usual amount, an amount he could bring himself to ignore. The extra zero stopped him in his tracks.

What the fuck? Is he for real?

The ridiculous sum of money was enough to pay off his momma’s credit cards, maybe even enough to make a dent in her medical bills. It was too much, too good to be true. It had to be. “You want to give me that much money to bottom for just a few minutes?”

“I’m not
giving
you the money, Levi. I’m paying you to do your job, and giving you a way to carry on doing it. You’ve been doing this shit a long time now. You have to know you can’t go on forever. The way I see it, this is a good way to keep you fresh in your twilight years. You have a huge following, and the prospect of you bottoming has started a bidding war. Seriously, take a look at this. This could be the most profitable scene we’ve ever done.”

Jon spun his computer monitor around, but Levi averted his gaze. The less he knew about the co-op of porn fans clubbing together to make his life hell, the better, and he didn’t want to think about the fast looming end of his porn career. It wasn’t the job of his dreams, but he needed the damned money. He sat back in his seat and rubbed at his dark beard. It was getting long, growing beyond the buzz of stubble he liked to wear on his face. “Who else have you got in mind for the scene?”

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