27 Thinking About Rafał

Of course, Rafał explained that it was about the possibility of incarnating, for example, a historical figure, and previously a hero traveling around the galaxy, but there was a longing in Brylski's voice that did not fit these words. A longing not for a light adventure without consequences, where you run over roofs with ropes, but for something more serious and for something deeper. Maybe for the chance to experience not only adventures, but experiences from a different matter? But then from what?

Damian rolled restlessly again and this time lay down on his back. He covered his eyelids with his forearm. It was hot and the air conditioning left a lot to be desired - not only was it not working well, it was also making a lot of noise, so he turned it off before midnight in the hope that the cool night would give him refreshment. But it was just another tropical night that only brought a little bit of relief - but it was always more than nothing.

Damian couldn't stop thinking about Rafał. Brylski apparently knew that the world is getting worse when it comes to the privacy of public figures and their rights to simply be human, not owned by a fan, yet he decided to become an actor, because it allowed him to live a life that he could not live normally. What did he miss so much in his present existence that he agreed to the abusive comments that awaited him and to the tormenting Różycki? It really couldn't be all about adventures.

Rafał was intelligent and finished good studies. Radosz believed that the guy could easily find a good and well-paid job in his profession. The actors did not make a fortune in this country, because although someone could get quite a lot for one role, he did not have many of those roles, so overall there was not a lot of income. As an architect, Brylski could probably earn more. If he cared about adventures, he could go on some extreme trip. If he wanted to wear a period costume, he could include about one of the reenactment groups. In each of these cases, his rights would be protected. However, he decided to become an actor.

You might think that Rafał has a "push for glass", that is, he just wants to appear on TV, but he did not make such an impression. He was clearly not a person seeking someone's attention and wanting to be admired, on the contrary, he gave the impression of someone who would rather hide in the shadows.

Brylski really was a huge mystery.

Damian sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. He was so restless because of Rafał!

Suddenly he heard a strange noise, something like a… pathetic groan? No, Radosz must have misheard. And maybe it was somewhere in the distance a dog barked or a cat meowed...

The groan repeated, louder, closer and more desperate. Strangely like the voice of a tormented man. The sound sounded like it was coming from an next room.

From Rafał Brylski's room.

***

Różycki gasped once again from the effort he put in moving in the butt of the man lying beneath him. This asshole was wonderfully hot and soft and even more wonderfully eager to caress him, but Różycki was already old and his carcass, so although he was neither old nor very fat, such a strong effort as fucking a vigorous young man was quite a lot for him. a challenge.

Fortunately, Jakub was not a demanding lover. His ass was very sensitive and the boy was quickly satisfied with penetration. Satisfied, Różycki released a generous portion of semen filling his lover and fell heavily with his back on the bed.

Jakub Wolak heavily rolled over. Różycki looked at his round, reddened face and smiled with satisfaction.

Jakub was not the best actor, although he thought of himself quite differently. His biggest problem was his wooden face, which could have a maximum of five facial expressions. This face was completely artificial, unable to convey emotions, which made it unbelievable and not appealing to the viewer. This face only became beautiful and wonderfully alive during sex. Wolak was a really sweet, adorable whore who took as much pleasure out of fucking as possible and it showed. And since Jakub was a weak actor, he certainly couldn't fake orgasms that well.

Różycki stroked his lover's face, red with effort and excitement. His lover's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“Was it okay?” The director asked.

“Of course!” assured the boy who was so young that he could be Różycki's son. “Just my penis...”

“Do it yourself,” said Różycki, used to giving orders. “I love watching you do it.”

“You want me to put on a show? But you tired me so much! And it's so hot!” Jakub complained.

“Just the little one. Tiny” insisted Różycki. “You can even sit. I just want to see your little bird come to life.”

There was no other way out. Różycki knew that he had Wolak completely under his control. This little bitch just really wanted to play the lead role.

Jakub actually got up on the bed and sat cross-legged. His small penis looked quite meager and modest and at the beginning Wolak had complexes about it, but the excitement in Różycki's eyes, his desire to suck this not very large penis, slightly reduced the young actor's complexes.

So Wolak prepared his fingers and put them to his aroused cock. He watched with satisfaction in his heart with what desire Różycki watched as Jakub's penis proudly arises. This old director was a really horny goat, but for Jakub it wasn't a problem. He liked to be fucked, and if someone who had the power to open the way to a career did it, that was only a double benefit. And double satisfaction.

The director really couldn't take his eyes off the growing penis. He was as small and tiny as a chick, so wonderfully innocent. He would have had to work a lot to satisfy the woman, but that didn't matter because Jakub preferred to assume the role of a woman. That lovely, wonderfully tiny penis that so boldly rose in an erection was so exciting!

At that moment, however, Różycki remembered another penis, which he saw once, quite by accident, when Rafał Brylski was taking a shower. It was just a moment, but it captured the director's imagination. That penis was definitely… bigger.

Różycki began to harden again. He no longer knew whether he was aroused by the erotic sight or by the memory. He had a really tasty morsel in front of him, but there was plenty of truth to say that the grass in the neighboring pasture is always greener.

The director got up and motioned for Wolak to come closer to him. Jakub obediently knelt down. With a gasp, Różycki stuck his mouth into the actor's mouth and embraced his penis with his strong hand. Too hard, because Wolak groaned painfully.

The older man had no idea if this kid loved him or was just using him for sex and for his career. It didn't matter much because he didn't love the boy himself. Well, maybe a little. After all, it was for him that Różycki tormented Brylski, wanting to force him to withdraw from this project.