Not like he had a choice

"Fuckk." The teen breathed out quietly, able to pass the **** sigh as one of pleasure.

He didn't want to. Didn't want his hand or face anywhere near another mans cock. But the money was already in his account. The stream had already started. He had no chocie but to follow through now.

Slowly he pulled away from the now dripping pussy, landing one last smack on the reddened ass shaking before the camera. Then following a small yet meaningful peck of encouragement, the pale boy dropped to his knees. His body turned partially towards the camera, making sure their viewers would see both his face and the cock about to be freed from its prison.

Delicate hands, far too delicate for a man, tentatively moved forwards, replacing the girly fingers struggling to grip the hem of AJ's shorts. Sparkling blue eyes followed each movement forwards, catching a glimpse of the thick outline imprinted in the shorts themselves. His body was **** to edge closer to the mans legs to comfortably reach and not portray a **** approach to their fans, meanwhile the eyes of his co-stars were fixed upon him. Amber's right hand now stroked his platinum hair, sneaking forcing his head closer to the shorts.

Short fingers hooked around the rim of the well toned mans football shorts before slipping beneath the band of his boxers. He hitched a breath as his fingers touched the cool skin of the other male.

"Yehhhh... that's it whiteboy. Take them off real slow cutie." The instructions sailed smoothly from AJ's mouth and found a new home in Cody's ears.