Paul woke with a start. He hurried to the bathroom but couldn't figure out why. He looked at himself in the mirror and it was as if for the first time--there was the stunningly handsome face, cute, dangerous, sexy, pouty, perennially young--it was the face of billboard campaigns, dreams. He was tall at 5'11" and he had a lean, muscular body--like a swimmer only with more muscle. He had long shaggy surfer locks and dazzling eyes and a smile to die for. Somewhere he knew he hadn't always been like this--but seriously, who cared?
Suddenly he felt two strong arms envelop him. He turned around and was caught up in a deep and passionate kiss--Trent was awake, obviously. Trnet worshipped the ground he walked on--any opportunity to fuck Paul was a moment in heaven for him, which was understandable.
Paul was fucking hot.
Trent forcefully wrestled Paul into the bedroom where the two of them collapsed into an orgiastic love making session, each of them orgasming multiple times. Finally they had to get ready and go to work, where Paul had bigger fish to fry.
Paul had moved out here to get into the porn business and Trent had readily agreed to help him out--so far he had only been able to get him a job running errands and being an extra, but today all of that was going to change.
Today they were filming the big sex scene at the end where the famous porn star Jake seduces the cute young thing--Trent. But Paul thought Trent was miscast and convinced him to mysteriously disappear.
Everyone was ready for the scene to be shot, and Jake was waiting, when Paul appeared. Everyone caught their breath. It was Paul, but how had they not noticed his beauty? His obvious superiority? Even Jake was in on it, because for the first time in a while he looked genuinely excited. He crossed to Paul and smiled deviously.
"You've been a bad boy."
Paul smiled back and undid his top buttons. "Well, you're just going to have to punish me then."
So began an illustrious career in the porn industry.