COOL DUDE By Nigel Dean

A very short while ago I had left the office with a fist full of cheques to deposit at the bank and now I was in an interview for a job as a porn model.

"You are gay aren't you ?"  Clive asked.

"How can you tell ?  I thought I was straight looking and acting."

He tapped the side of his nose with his forefinger and winked an eye.

"So could I make money at it like you do ?"

"If you've a cock and you're not afraid to show it you can."

"So how much can I make ?"

"I do ten two hour shows a week,"  Clive explained.  "I get paid fifty pence a minute for every guy watching and usually there are nine or ten on-line,  Work it out."

I did.

"You been doing it long ?"

"Six months.  I've made one hundred and fifty grand so far."

"Fuck me !"

"I'd like to, I'd like to very much,"  Clive grinned, "but let me finish the interview first."

I felt a bit embarrassed at his reply although the idea of sex with him was more than appealing.  Blushing slightly I asked, "How many guys work on the cams ?"

"Twenty."

"And do they all make the kind of money you do ?"

"Not all but then not all do as many shows a week as I do but they earn in proportion."

"Cool !"

"Everything goes on a website called Scally Lads."

"Cool."

"Check it out."

"I will. Cool !"

"Your voice stuck or something ?  All you've said for the past half hour is cool."

"Sorry."

"That's OK mate, you've passed the personality part of the interview.  We'll check out some theory now then finish with the practical."

"What ?"

"You would like to be a model with Scally Lads wouldn't you ?  I'm not wasting my time here am I ?"

"No mate, I'm interested."  And that I was at five grand a week.  I mean wouldn't you be ?

"How long is your cock ?"  Clive asked continuing my interview. "And don't lie about it 'cos you are going to have to show it to me in a while."

"It's kind of average I guess."

"Well that doesn't tell  me much, you ever measured it ?"

"No."

"Ok, I guess we can do that later for you.  You cut or uncut ?"

"Uncut."

"Have you got a nice long baggy foreskin ?"  he grinned.

"Sort of."

"How about your balls ?  How do they hang ?"

"Quite low."

Clive was making a detailed note in his mind of all my answers.

"Are you very hairy ?"

"Not particularly."

"And are you hard on now ?"

I blushed.

"Do me a favor and try to keep it that way for a little bit longer."

I liked my new friend, I fancied him - no more than that I was falling for him. Providence, that secretive tool of life, was hard at work and as it went through its labors my mental cash register was in overdrive trying to calculate the possible earnings and the changes of lifestyle I could look forward to.

We finished our coffee, I went to the bank and handed over those cheques which a life time ago had been placed in my charge but I did not return to the office.  Instead I walked with my new friend to his car.

"That is yours ?"

"Every last square inch of metal it is.  And what's more it's fully paid for.  No HP here."

"Shit man I've always dreamed of owning an Audi TT."

"Join us and you will."

I realised that dreams do come true and this one was going to come true.

"Where are we going ?"

"To Nigel's place."

"Who's Nigel ?"

"The guy who owns the Scally Lads website, you need to meet him if you are going to become a Scally Lad yourself.  You are going to become a Scally Lad aren't you ?"

"Have I passed the interview," I chuckled.

"All save for then practical test,"  Clive grinned in reply.

Nigel lived in a large house way outside the city, it was a converted farm with a long gravel drive leading away from the main road.  Clive used a remote control to open two  large gates which robotically swung back to give us access.  The Audi's tyres crunched along the gravel before scrunching to a halt.  I was nervous and excited at the same time.  Very nervous and very excited.

"Nigel's car's not here," Clive explained, "which is good.  He'll be back in a while and that gives us time for your practical test."

Clive produced a key and opened the large front door.

"This Nigel must trust you if he's given you a key to his home."

Clive winked an eye.  "Come along, this way."

The bedroom was totally sumptuous and while I was still taking it all in Clive locked the door behind us.  "Don't be nervous," he said.  "I am going to seduce you but in the nicest possible way I can assure you."

I wasn't nervous about that, about the seduction I mean, at least I don't think I was.  I was nervous about everything else but not about being seduced by such a fantastic looking guy.

"So how's that hard on of yours ?  Still there ?"

"Going a bit semi,"  I confessed but still here and quite ready."

Clive stepped towards me.  His hands deftly removed my jacked and then my tie.  "You won't be needing them again."

I certainly would not, life in an estate agent's office and the regimented uniform of suit, collar and tie were consigned to history.

His fingers continued their work and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my chest which he began to ever so gently kiss with his warm lips.  I arose as firm and solid as I had ever done and longed for the foreplay, splendid though it was, to move on.

I gave assistance by helping Clive to remove his own shirt, an up and over  tee shirt which I tossed aside onto the bedroom floor.  My hands began to unbutton his trousers until a time was reached when we ripped them off one another to become totally naked.

"Splendid,"  Clive said.  "There are a lot of guys out there waiting to become fans of that body.

I think I may have blushed.

"But not until I have become the founder and life president of your fan club."

Clive gently but firmly pushed me back onto the bed.  The soft silky cover felt cold against my naked flesh.  He spread my legs and took a hold of my throbbing cock in his mouth.  The feeling was of pleasure interwoven with delight in a tapestry of sheer rapturous elation.  I reached down and placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed him forward in encouragement.

The warmth of his mouth and the tantalising movements of his tongue brought forth waves of uncontrollable sensuous and enchanted joy from the deepest parts of my body. All concentrated in welling up between my legs to erupt in a volcano of passion. But Clive did not stop was he was doing until he had sucked me totally dry.

Only when this had been achieved did he turn me over and begin creating a line of kisses down the length of my spine.  He began in the nape of my neck and moved his way down each and every vertebrae until he was twisting his tongue between my bum cheeks.

"Yes, yes," I sighed.

I felt Clive's fingers parting my cheeks and his inserting a single digit into my male orifice.  How beautiful that was only to be initially surpassed by the insertion of a second.  But fingers have a limited reach and I willed with all my being for them to be replaced by that for which nature had designed those special lips.  My wish was not long in being fulfilled.

I was no virgin, no not at all, but the pleasure Clive was able to afford me was beyond anything I had previously known. And when he came deep within me I felt we became as one.

For a time we lay side by side, holding one another in an embrace which neither wished to release.  Finally I spoke, "Have I passed the practical test ?"

Cool as ever, Clive kept his own counsel for a moment before smiling, biting the lobe of my ear and saying:  "Welcome to the Scally Lads Jimbo, welcome."