Bad Life

It could be. The only difference is that it's not me who's joking, but that guy who's getting his ass fucked.
The film crew stayed at the campsite until evening. They were having a barbecue there. I still had no intention of joining them, so I wandered alone to the outskirts. I held a plate of pork loin, half-lying behind a tall stack of logs, eating alone. I drank beer, absentmindedly listening to the birdsong and insects in the forest, and the chatter of people from the campsite. A shadow loomed over one end of the logs. I knew who it was without even turning my head. Even during the barbecue, and even when I disappeared between the logs, his gaze had been following me, secretive yet persistent.
I wiped my wet lips with beer. The shadow drew closer. I looked up. There stood the actor whose name I didn't know. He was holding a beer bottle in one hand and smiling a slightly sinister smile. "Hello, Raymond."
"Hello."
"Were you waiting?"
The actor asked slyly. I nodded. He smiled.
"You look cute because you don't."
Without answering, I tilted my head back to look at him. The actor took a silent step forward. His lower body was right in front of me. I put down the beer bottle and unzipped his pants. He slid his hand into his hair. His hands, stroking and caressing his short hair, were playful, almost teasing. I pulled his penis out of his pants and placed it in my mouth. The soft penis gradually hardened and grew larger. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed it all. The actor groaned and stroked the back of his head.
"You're good."
The actor muttered, gently pulling back the hand that was wrapped around his head. It was a gentle touch. ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) I took his glans in my mouth and looked up at him. The actor whispered, caressing his ear.
"Your face is worth seeing, too." It's a bit vulgar, but I like it.>
I didn't particularly like being called vulgar, but it wasn't particularly wrong, so I obediently sucked the penis. What I hadn't expected was that the actor lifted his foot and stepped on my crotch. I opened my mouth in surprise, and the penis flew out. The actor pressed firmly against my crotch.

I was speechless. The actor grabbed the back of my head and rubbed his penis against my face. I absentmindedly put it in my mouth, and I heard laughter from above. He had a pretty cool voice, so it was pleasant to hear. The actor asked,

I had to start work tomorrow, so I shook my head. The actor said he was disappointed, but he wasn't persistent. He ejaculated in my mouth, and while continuing to force the ejaculated penis into my mouth, he pressed his foot against my crotch. I was so turned on by the pressure of his foot that I quickly ejaculated in my pants. With a penis stuck in my mouth, I couldn't even breathe properly.
The actor finally pulled out, bent down, and looked at me. He had handsome eyes. He opened his mouth.

Instead of answering, I swallowed the semen remaining in my mouth.
The actor said goodbye, saying we'd meet again, and left. Left alone, I sat there blankly for a moment, then rinsed my mouth with beer and thought deeply.
Pervert. Pervert.
I knew my sexuality was strange. However, no matter how hard I tried to break this habit and have normal sex, something always felt wrong. It seemed only when I felt like I was being abused that I could do it .
I knew that was strange. It was just that the strangeness had become natural. No one blamed me for it. I hadn't been with anyone long enough to blame anyone. I hadn't grown close to anyone.
But if I worked at the campsite, I'd have to keep running into that actor this summer. Thinking about it, I wondered if my previous actions had been a mistake, but then I realized it was only summer. The actors might have finished filming first and left.
I spat and lay down on the log. My lower body was soaking wet. With my front sack soaking wet, I felt like I wouldn't be able to return to the dorm until everyone else had passed out. That night, I couldn't get back to the dorm until dawn.

***
Work started early in the morning. I only slept a few hours, but I wasn't tired after a week of rest. I wore a loose, sleeveless shirt ripped all the way down to the sides, work boots, and a tool belt around my waist. I sat on the log, munching on potato soup and crusty bread. Everyone seemed to have had too much to drink the night before, so there was little chatter. After eating in silence, I went straight to work.
I put on industrial goggles and used a chainsaw to cut the log to the correct size. Except for the occasional cigarette break, I just kept working. It was because it was hot in the afternoon and I had to stop working anyway. From 11 o'clock, the heat intensified, and at 12 o'clock, the bell rang for lunch.
After lunch, I was able to rest until 3 o'clock. I took a quick swim in the lake and took a nap. Until then, it seemed like a normal day.
The actor from last night reappeared at the campsite around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the heat having subsided, just as I was finishing off five logs and gulping down water. He wasn't alone. He'd joined a few others and then gone straight to the lake. I tried not to pay him any attention, but when he suddenly showed up at my workshop in his soaking wet swimsuit, it was hard to ignore him.
The actor sat on a log, smoking a cigarette, as if showing off. His knees were spread open, a blatant gesture. The tight material of the swimsuit forced my gaze down between his bulging legs. Finally, he stopped sawing and pushed his goggles up. He glared at the smiling actor and pulled a cigarette from his back pocket.
"Cover up and get out. You're bothering me."
"I just came to watch. There's no need to be so sharp."
The actor muttered.
"Or did you get upset because I called you a pervert yesterday?"
He lit a cigarette. A chill ran down my spine, but I looked at him blankly, without saying a word.
"Are you mad? I didn't mean it in a bad way."
When he didn't answer, the actor chuckled to himself and then asked.
"When do you finish work?"
"Late."
"So, around what time?"
"...Until six."
"Good. Come to my trailer when you're done."
Instead of answering, he flicked the cigarette butt toward the actor. He smiled calmly, without blinking, and stood up. I stared blankly at the actor's back as he retreated between the logs, then put my goggles back on.
I was exhausted after work, but it wasn't like I hadn't wanted to. In fact, after a long time of moving, I felt the urge to have sex. The actor wasn't someone I liked as much as Matt. But considering that Matt, who I'd liked, had backstabbed me and fled, I figured even if he didn't make a good first impression, he might actually be a decent guy. Honestly, it didn't matter. After Matt had taken every last penny, I was just going with the flow.
I decided to be positive. The actor wasn't a bad partner, as long as I could tolerate his annoying personality. He was his job, so he wouldn't go around bragging about our relationship. He had a decent face and body, and he had decent stuff, too. I could just be partners for this summer. Calculating these things in my head, I sneaked into the crowd of workers heading to the set. When I arrived at the set, I was honestly amazed. It was a beautifully constructed set, almost like a small town. I wasn't sure what they were filming, but it looked good. Fake cafes, restaurants, houses, and gardens were all decorated to look real. People bustled about with equipment. Filming was already in full swing on one side. While the workers watched in silence, I quietly slipped away toward the dorms.
Several large, ornate trailers were parked near the dorms. There were six trailers in total, three with lights on. Each trailer had name tags. I walked slowly, starting from the first one, checking the tags. A. Dylan, R. Foster, B. Moore, L. Perlman, J. Ranger, and S. Caster…
Come to think of it, I still didn't even know the actors' names. The trailers with lights on were Dylan, Ranger, and Caster. I didn't know which trailer he was in, but there was only one way to check.
I knocked on the door, starting with Dylan's trailer, which was on the far left. The door opened and a beautiful blonde woman appeared. She stared at me with a cold expression.

My ears blushed at the offended question.

I quickly walked over and knocked on the trailer marked "Ranger." The beautiful blonde didn't enter, but stood in the doorway, watching me. Fortunately, the door opened immediately, and it was the actor I was looking for. He looked back and forth between the blonde and me, quickly realizing what had happened. The actor smiled slyly and waved goodbye to the blonde.

Only after confirming she had returned to her trailer did he let me in. At this point, my mouth felt sour, wondering if I had made a fool of myself.
The actor closed the door, turned around, and blurted out,

The man sat on the bar and stared at me. He looked out the window, the blinds still open, then back at the actor. The actor asked. "You like being abused, don't you?"
Instead of answering, I lowered the blinds. The actor asked mockingly, his mouth watering.
"You don't have to be shy. How do you like to be abused? I can do it to a certain extent. Like being whipped or having candle wax dripped on you—it's too painful to even hear about, but I can do something like pissing on your face."
He was a dirty, talkative bastard. He had a pretty face, but that was all. Instead of responding, I sat down on the bed and kicked off my boots. Ignoring his ramblings, I took off my shirt, hung it to the side, and unzipped my pants. Only then did the actor shut his chattering mouth. He slowly licked me from head to toe.
I glanced over. I sat down leisurely on the bed, patted the sheets, and asked, "Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to come and fuck me?"
He laid me face down and roughly penetrated me. There was no conversation, only the faint sound of my heavy breathing. He seemed to firmly believe I was a masochist, and he tried, however clumsily, to control my actions. He kept my penis squeezed to prevent me from ejaculating. The actor ejaculated on his own, then slapped his buttocks with his palm. With each soft slap, the actor's penis would vigorously rock up and down, rubbing it. He probably would have ejaculated even without the caressing. It would have taken a little longer, though. Only after ejaculating inside the condom did he allow the actor to rise.
After he finished, the actor stopped his squabbling and gave me a tender kiss and caressed my back. He seemed eager to talk, but I pretended not to notice. He quickly dressed and left the trailer. We only spent about 30 minutes in the trailer.
Sex happened regularly.
After work, we'd go to the trailer and have sex. The actor's name was James. James would often spank my butt, but he wouldn't urinate on my face like I mentioned before. Sometimes he'd rub his foot on my erection, but that was rare. We usually had sex quickly and parted ways just as quickly. Sundays were a bit more relaxed because I had the day off, but even then, we didn't stay in the trailer very long. Because we started and finished quickly, we never got caught. In fact, we only came close once.
There were people in the trailers on either side of James that day, so we were more quiet than usual. Still, I couldn't stop the moans from escaping, and I was tense. Then, someone knocked on the trailer door. A shadow appeared through the window. I held my breath, but James responded with a nasty, groaning response, "I'm busy, Caster!" The shadow quickly disappeared, but my heart continued to pound. After it vanished, James stroked my back and whispered, "You just tightened it so much, try again, Raymond."
But for the next ten days, no one bothered us.
In fact, in this situation where no one bothered us, it was none other than James himself who was acting strangely. He made a suggestion the third weekend after I arrived at the campsite. It was Saturday. James came to the lake with the staff that afternoon for a swim. He signaled, so I hid in the woods and waited for him.
Soon after, when James arrived, we leaned against a tree, pulled down our pants, and had quick sex. After we finished, we leaned against the tree trunk and lit some marijuana. For a moment, we shared the joint in silence. My vision became dizzy, so I closed my eyes. When James suddenly spoke to me, I still listened with my eyes closed.
"You're a bit too reserved. Even if we're a good match, if we just have sex and break up like this without saying anything, it'll get boring quickly. What do you think?
I didn't answer, but he continued.
"I don't want to hear your story again, but can't we at least talk about sex? We can enjoy it together more, right?"
He asked without opening his eyes.
"How?"
I was already tired, wondering what other random thoughts were going through his tiny head.
"What I mean is... how about blindfolding yourself?"
That didn't bother him. After remaining silent, James asked.
"What about tying yourself up?"
Still with his eyes closed, he took a deep drag on the weed. His body relaxed.
"What about a threesome?"
He opened his eyes at that. He narrowed his eyes and stared at James silently. I wondered what he was going to say, but it seemed he wanted a threesome. James smiled faintly as their eyes met, watching his reaction. "No way?"
"I don't really like it when there are a lot of people."
I handed James the marijuana.
"Okay. I was just curious."
James added with a playful expression.
"So, blindfolding is okay? And tying them up?"