Blowing it Spectacularly: The Lustful Gaze of a Saucy Stepdad

Tied for 2nd in the second 2nd writing competition

“This is gonna be a dumb question, but why do you need poppers?” Bobbie asked with a confused look on his face.

Frank sighs, swallowing the bitter pill of the reality he will soon face. “I’ve got a scene tomorrow for a film that requires two guys and a girl. The good news is that I get to f**k the girl. The bad news...” 

He pauses on this detail for a quick second.

“Your hole is open for the other guy to go to town on?” Bobbie chimes in.

“Yeah, that.” Frank is relieved he didn’t have to fill in the blanks, but is still irritated that Bobbie had to make light of getting something else filled. Nonetheless, he didn’t call him here for jokes, but for answers.

“I heard of this thing called ‘poppers’ that makes it a little easier to slide it in. Money’s money and scenes like this are bound to rake in more cash than my co-stars.” Frank appears to be confident at first, but his face grimaced at the prospect of having to submit to a male co-star in the process. “But if anything’s going inside of there, I need it to be as painless as possible”

“Look Frank, when you come to me, it’s usually pot or xans, but this is way out of my expertise. If you were going to give me a drug I rarely push, you should’ve sent me a notice in advance”

“I thought I could do it, but it’s been really getting to me lately. I was just going through the motions of having to schmooze with an actress and pretend to want her enough to dick her down. But this new director keeps adding s**t to the movie!”

As he starts explaining the director’s script, Frank’s hand movements become more and more erratic. “First, the chick’s my mom! Then, I’m supposed to be tied up as the plumber rails her in some cuckholding thing. And for the finale, I’m supposed to f**k my mom with the plumber.”

“Sounds kinda hot,” Bobbie interjects.

“Not when I have to act it all out!” Frank shouts. I shot the other scenes fine, as weird as they are. But for that last one, the director keeps telling the actor playing the plumber to tickle my a*****e!”

“Tickle?”

“Yeah, we go in for the typical DP scene perfectly fine, but two minutes in, the director gives the plumber a gesture to start moving behind me. He kept whispering ‘poke ‘em’ as if I didn’t hear him trying to tell the plumber to start jabbing at my a*s cheeks.”

“Sounds like you’re doing humanitarian work.”

“You’d think! Tomorrow they’re going to be shooting the scene where he starts f*****g me while I f**k ‘my mom’”

“Nicccccce.”

“No, not ‘nice’! I need something to calm me down! Or at least something to make the scene easier. I haven’t done anything like that before, so it’s not something I’m 100% ready for. The pay’s nice, but I just know it’s gonna hurt since that’s uncharted territory.”

“Sorry to hear that it’s been getting to you. But I gotta be honest, this is all I brought,” Bobbie shrugs as he hands him cans of whipped cream.

“Are these you f*****g groceries!?” Frank asks, incensed by Bobbie’s carelessness.

“Nah man, they’re whippits. You inhale them, just like poppers. They get you high for a short time, I promise.”

“This is some serious bum s**t you’re handing me!”

Bobbie laughs nervously. “They said online it was easy to get poppers, but I couldn’t find them anywhere, man. You think s**t like this is accessible in the burbs?”

“I don’t THINK it is, I KNOW it is! I’ve got actor friends using them on the regular.”

“Then why not ask them?”

“Because they’re not my f*****g dealer!”

“Look, I know you’re pissed, as you should be. But I can make this right!” Bobbie extends his arm out to show Frank a sandwich bag with four pills, each with etchings of Hello Kitty on them. “Here, it’s brand new molly!”

“Hello Kitty, huh? That’s cute.”

Bobbie’s face lights up. “Ha! You’d think! But these little guys were freshly made just yesterday. My supplier runs a hell of an operation from his trailer.”

The amused look on Frank’s face quickly contorts into a scornful glare. “Dude, you’re selling me baking soda & bath salt bullshit!? I knew I should’ve went with Sadie as my new connect.”

“Nonononono! No dude, stop freaking out. You can trust this. You haven’t been let down before with what I’ve sold you. Remember when Sadie gave you sugar pills and passed them off as bars? You don’t want to go back to that, man. Just take these. They’re $100 each.”

“$100!? F**k that! I didn’t even want ecstasy.”

“That’s market price. You can’t get mad at market price.”

“The hell I can’t! I sent you here for poppers and you’re selling me low grade MDMA I could’ve gotten from anybody!” Frank . “I want that s**t free.”

“Bullshit man… I’ll settle for $50”

“$20”

“$20!? You’re killing me!”

“$20 or I’m going to Sadie.”

“F-fine. $20. EACH!” Bobbie grumbles as he hands him the pills. “But just so you know, my supplier charged me $500 for each pill, so I’m giving it to you cheap cause I love you, dude.”

“Right, thanks. This better calm me down for the shoot though.”

As Bobbie makes his way out the door, he gives Frank one more foreboding question; “Would I let you down?”

8==================================D~

A day passes and Frank is preparing himself for the shoot. He’s pale and uneasy, but with the satchel of pills in his pocket, he might just have something to help him keep his mind off of his nerves. But then a shadow rears its ugly head in his direction in the form of the actor playing the plumber. 

“Don’t worry, bro. I might’ve been choking and spitting on Melody, but I wouldn’t do that s**t to you,” the plumber grins. “Gay-for-pays pretty rough. Be thankful you can get some p***y while a c**k’s digging into you.” 

The plumber looks as if he dropped a truth bomb on Frank as he walks away from him with a satisfied smile. 

But it made Frank angrier thinking about it. This guy is clearly trying to get the best of him, and it’s working. The empty feeling in the pit of his stomach is unprepared for his friend’s pills that he quickly tossed in his mouth and swallowed. 

As he waited for the director’s cue, he continued to toss back his mixed thoughts in his mind. “Maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe the pills will calm me down. After all, it’s not like it’s the act of being with another guy that’s the issue. It’s just that I had no preparation for what this would be like.”

And then it happened. Whether it was flight-or-fight kicking in or the drugs finally taking effect, a dull, aching feeling radiated throughout Frank’s body. It wasn’t lust or fear. It was something far more powerful and numbing for him. Maybe the pills were taking effect and Bobbie wasn’t just selling fraudulent pills. 

The scene began and Frank got into position. As he was thrusting into Melody, he couldn’t help but feel a completely different sensation. Sure, it was moist and deep, but that tingling sensation in Frank’s body turned out to make penetrating the older actress even more intense. 

Sensory overload started to take its toll on Frank. Lust turned to pain. Pleasure turned to pain. The gag reflex from Frank’s throat started to play games with him, as if to try to warn him to make a b-line for the restroom.

But Frank went along with his impulses. He wasn’t about to lose the momentum he’d been building up. Even when he was starting to feel worse, the woman’s dirty talking about “child”-this and “son”-that went blank in Frank’s mind. There were bigger fish frying at the moment with his reaction to Bobbie’s pills. 

And then the plumber appeared. As Frank was jackhammering away, the plumber stared in excitement about the possibility of interrupting their sexcapade by interjecting himself into the scene. With a cue from the director, he stripped down, sat down beside Frank, and spread his legs wide open while he was inside his “mother”. 

At first, Frank played it cool. Drug use isn’t uncommon in the porn industry, but showing up to work stoned off your a*s will get you kicked off the set. But then Frank’s throat went from scratchy to itchy to throbbing. It hurt to swallow and hurt to breathe. The pit of his stomach started to boil as the acid in his chest began to rise up. This wasn’t a nervous reaction to an awkward scene: this was an adverse reaction to botched pills. 

He tried to keep his composure to avoid making his reaction to Bobbie’s tainted drugs apparent, but he reached his breaking point as soon as the plumber began prodding as his a*****e. He felt the man’s c**k brush up against him, no lube or anything. Even from anal scenes I’ve shot with women, this guy’s a complete amateur. You’re not just going to “fit” or slide in naturally without lubrication. This is going to take more than one take if the plumber is going to keep trying and failing to get his dick in a dry a*s. 

Or maybe he’s failing on purpose to psyche Frank out. Not that Frank would be receptive to feeling pressured or intimidated by the plumber. Not when he’s at the brink of losing his breakfast. 

And then the plumber leaned up to Frank’s ear and audibly whispered “Are you ready for me, son?”

Frank couldn’t contain himself any longer. Whatever might have been mixed in with those drugs, it didn’t matter. Baking soda, paint thinner, whatever fillers you can think of, anything could’ve been mixed in here. But whatever it was, it took its toll on Frank. 

Frank started uncontrollably vomiting. Even after his instinctual impulse to rush to the bathroom didn’t make anything better. If anything, it caused the relentless torrents of puke to splatter on both the plumber and Melody. Melody’s hair and the plumber’s face never stood a chance against Frank’s vomit assault.

"Wow, did you really just do that?" the plumber said as he failed to stop the torrent of puke from hitting his face.

Needless to say the rest of the film was ruined. There was enough prior material to work with, but one scene would obviously be cut short due to Frank’s bad reaction. 

The film was ultimately released. It’s far shorter than their usual videos, but did surprisingly well in rental and streaming numbers. Positive user reviews on video links were receptive or accepting of the creative liberties taken with the last act of the incest/cuckhold/puke play narrative they’d just seen:

“I liked it up until the guy puked. Then I loved it”

“A perfect porno in the age of Trump”

“Somebody gets off to this. Full disclosure: it’s me!”

The film would go on to win 0 awards.