The Adult Star's First Gay Foray

Graham Fuller's may be pretty new to the porn industry, but his career is taking off - thanks in part to his unusually large "gift" that always seems to leave the ladies (and cameras) satisfied.

But despite his success, Graham's hasn't been excited about the shoots lately. For some reason, he's having trouble getting it up for the beautiful women he sees every day.

So when a mix-up at the studio accidentally has him booked for a threesome with two other guys, Graham resists joining in at first - until he's surprised to find his greatest "asset" reacting with much more enthusiasm to the proposition...

Excerpt:

"Like I was trying to tell you before, I'm Graham, and I got sent here to be a part of the shoot. But there must have been a mix-up somewhere along the way because I don't do gay videos."

My hand was on the doorknob when Owen called out, "Wait, Graham. Don't leave yet."

Feeling hot once again, I turned to face him, my brows lifting at the hopeful expression on his face. He'd scrambled off the couch and stood with his calves against the cushion, his fingers twisting together. Behind him, Zach was still sprawled on the sofa, naked, his features unreadable. I turned my attention back to Owen, amused by the way he kept rocking on his heels.

"So," he began, sounding hesitant. "I know you don't normally do jobs like this one, which sucks, but I understand. To each their own, I guess. I mean we'd probably have a great time, but – I'm not trying to change your mind," he added hastily, his eyes widening in alarm.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at his manic speech, and in spite of my best efforts not to, I found myself warming up to Owen; I'd always found it difficult to dislike people who seemed crazy, and his boyish good looks were strangely disarming.

When I caught his anxious frown, I adopted a somber tone and said, "No, I didn't think you were. What's up, Owen?"

"I was just wondering," he mumbled, his eyes trained on the floor. "If you wouldn't mind maybe showing it to us." He glanced meaningfully at the bulge in my jeans, and when a wicked smile curved his lips, I found I couldn't move. "Just for a second," Owen said quickly.