Quinn stepped up behind Gerry, with only the slightest squeak from his oiled buttocks. “Boss…” he began.
Gerry held a finger to his lips for silence. Then he waved the camera around to catch every movement from Jack and Grady.
Quinn frowned and moved to the perimeter of the set. Still stark naked, he found another balsa wood pine tree to lean against, and soon Tomasz and his twink joined him. For a while they just watched the scene unfolding and listened to Jack’s moans and Grady’s panting. Quinn reached out a hand and brushed lightly at the young blond’s chest. Tomasz didn’t complain—or at least, not about sharing.
“So who is to be the main feature of this movie?” he said. “Am I strapped into this outfit of ridicule for no purpose except Yuletide atmosphere?” He started to wriggle out
