As the sun fell across his face, Jake slowly opened his eyes. Coming up foggily from his dreams, he sat up. It was Sunday and there were two boys on the floor--Trent Everett and some new aspiring porn actor named Paul. He'd fucked them silly last night and his throbbing cock signaled that he was ready for more. He looked around his beautiful apartment--enormous, really--and absent mindedly jacked himself off. He wasn't very smart or capable of doing too much on his own--he was pretty much a sex machine, the number one porn star in the world (after all he was amazing looking) and all he cared about was the gym, his body, and most of all, sex, sex, sex!! Sex all the time. How could he NOT become a porn star?
These two boys had finished shooting a new film with him yesterday so he'd brought them out to celebrate and then back here. Trent stirred awake. "Hey, you. You were amazing last night. You have the most amazing cock in the world. I hope someday I can be half the pornstar you are."
Jake eyed him with lazy disinterest. He was horny though, and anyone would do. He fucked Trent twice and then fucked Paul again, and then kicked them the hell out. He didn't really have much patience for friendships, and maybe he didn't have a very consequential job, but he was the best porn star in the world, damn it! He was the best.
And he had to get to work. He jacked off again to make it to his car so he could be chaffeured to work, got dressed and left.