It was Paul’s first day on the set of his new movie. It was his first major role and he had been given a trailer of his own. He even had an assistant, a young, muscular Hispanic boy. His name was Hector and he hung on every word Paul said.
Paul had a hard time concentrating when Hector was around. He was distracted by Hector’s muscular arms, the way his tight shirt showed every muscle in his deep chest, his impressive basket and the way his skin-tight jeans clung to his ass.
A sudden torrential downpour one day ended filming and drove everyone undercover. Paul and Hector ran for Paul’s trailer. They were soaked to the bone when they finally got there.
“Let me help you out of those wet clothes, sir,” Hector said, reaching for the front of Paul’s shirt.
“I can do it myself,” Paul replied. His cock had already begun to swell as he looked at Hector. Hectors wet clothes clung to his hot body, making him even more appealing to Paul.
“The director will be mad at me if you catch cold,” Hector replied, reaching for Paul’s belt. Faster than Paul could react, his pants were around his ankles. His swollen cock clearly visible in his jockey shorts.
