Release Party – Read and excerpt from Scotty Cade’s latest release, “Acting Out.”

September 25, 2014

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Scotty here again! So in my first posts, I told you how this story came about and what inspired me, but now I’d like to share an excerpt from “Acting Out.” The story has to do with a down on his luck, recently discharged, marine who gets approached to enter the gay for pay porn industry and in desperate need of a job and money, he actually considers it.

Chapter One

Circumstance

First Sergeant Elijah Preston gripped the edge of the bathroom sink and stared at his hazy reflection in the mirror. The long hot shower had done nothing for his disposition, and he sighed as the unrecognizable image staring back summed up his life to a tee. His life had been unrecognizable for a while now. He had very little money, no real place to call home, no job, no real friends, and worst of all, he didn’t see any of that changing in the foreseeable future.

He dropped his head in defeat and fixated on the cracked floor tiles under his bare feet. I hate this fucking hellhole of a motel. In a fit of frustration, Elijah ripped the tiny blow-dryer from the wall mount and pointed it at the foggy mirror. A blurry-edged circle appeared as his image slowly started to materialize. Under the harsh florescent lighting, his normally piercing hazel eyes appeared dull and lifeless. His sun-bleached skin looked dry, weather-beaten, and not at all like the smooth olive complexion he’d sported as a teenager.

It had been exactly one month to the day since Elijah had been honorably discharged from the United States Marine Corps after serving one very long tour of duty. He’d signed on the dotted line right after high school graduation with the hopes of getting as far away from his alcoholic parents and his hometown of Berry, Kentucky, as he could, but also knowing it was the only chance he had of getting a good education and making something out of his life. His strategy had been to do the normal four years active duty, work hard, save as much money as he could, and then put his degree to good use while he spent the next four years on reserve duty until his discharge. But his plan had been interrupted by the small print and one particular “unless needed” clause in his enlistment papers. Right after basic training, he’d been shipped overseas to Afghanistan and had spent almost his entire eight-year tour of duty there.

When he’d left Afghanistan, he’d also left behind everyone who’d mattered to him. After his grandmother died, he’d refused stateside visits, knowing that the people serving with him were more his family than those he’d left behind, and even Afghanistan was better than the hellhole he used to call home. He’d thought seriously about reenlisting but had decided against it, figuring it was time to stop running away and make a life for himself outside of the military.

Two weeks before his discharge, he’d been stationed at Marine Corps Base Quantico in Quantico, Virginia, with little to do but get his affairs in order, map out his future, and anticipate the life of a civilian. In doing so, he’d discovered that sometimes the best-laid plans fall apart.

Right after he’d enlisted, Elijah had opened a checking account at a small bank in Berry, and during his eight years overseas, via automatic deposit, he’d saved almost every penny he’d earned. Or so he thought. He’d put his mother’s name on the account in case anything happened to him while he was overseas, and although his parents had been on the wagon at the time, during the last eight years, they’d helped themselves to every penny of his money.

She’d given him some tear-filled, cockamamie story about how she’d supposedly “invested” the money in a sure thing that had gone sour, but he’d known that, more than likely, they’d spent it all on vodka, cigarettes, and gambling. He’d kicked himself in the ass over and over for not having the bank statements electronically sent to him, but he’d never imagined, no matter how weak they were, they would steal from their only child. To add insult to injury, when he’d told them he was coming to get his truck, they’d confessed it had been in an accident and was no longer drivable.

So here he was after eight years in the USMC with nothing but his last paycheck and a degree in communications to show for his time served. For the last month he’d lived in this dive of a motel, pinched every penny, and searched the Internet day after day for a job in his field. He had no ties to anyone or anything, so location was no issue; he could relocate anywhere in the country. In the meantime, he also searched locally for anything that would help supplement what little money he had until he eventually found a job and moved.

Elijah hung his wet towel over the shower rod and stepped onto the soiled carpet of the small bedroom. The morning sun was beating through the dingy blue drapes barely covering the double windows, and the clock on top of the battered chest read 8:35. He fumbled through the drawers and retrieved his last pair of clean underwear, a worn T-shirt, and a pair of white socks. When he stepped into his briefs and attempted to pull them up, his finger went right through the thin cotton and the waistband separated from the rest of the underwear. “Motherfucker,” he hissed.

He angrily tossed the underwear into the trash can in the corner of the room and stepped into his old blue jeans commando. After pulling the T-shirt over his head and slipping on his socks and shoes, he went back into the bathroom.

Elijah ran his forefinger around the edge of a small jar, getting the last bit of pomade and rubbing it in his hands before applying it to his light brown hair. “You’ve held off as long as you can, Eli,” he mumbled, spiking his bangs and wishing the military cut would hurry up and grow out. “You need clothes.”

With no other choice, Elijah called a cab to take him the four miles to the Walmart in nearby Dumfries and sat outside his motel room and waited. And waited. When the cab finally dropped him off in front of the store exactly ninety minutes later, Elijah asked the driver to pick him up in an hour, not wanting to pay the extra fee for making the guy wait.

Elijah rolled the shopping cart up and down the aisles of the men’s department, trying to decide what to buy. After wearing nothing but uniforms for the last eight years, he was at a total loss for what was in style. Not that he was a stylish guy, but he needed something up-to-date so he wouldn’t look like a hick if he did get a job interview. After much deliberation, he decided to start with the basics. Two pairs of khaki pants, two pairs of blue jeans, and two white cotton button-down shirts. He was staring at a table of colored T-shirts, trying to decide which colors to choose, when a middle-aged man stepped up beside him. “Definitely the green one,” he said. “It’ll look great with your eyes.”

“Uh, thanks,” Elijah said. “Kinda been a while since I bought anything new.”

“Military?” the man asked.

“USMC,” Elijah replied. “Last eight years.”

The man smiled and nodded like he understood what Elijah was going through. “How long have you been out?”

“About a month,” Elijah replied.

“Ah yes. I remember feeling the same way twenty years ago.”

“Marine?” Elijah asked.

“Army man myself,” the man responded. “But feeling like the civilian world left you behind is a universal sensation.”

Looking at his watch, Elijah realized he was almost out of time. The minute the driver arrived at the store, he knew the meter would be clicking away. He put the green T-shirt in his cart along with a red one and a yellow one. “I hate to run, but I have a cab picking me up in fifteen, so I need to get a move on.”

“No problem,” the man said, nodding. “I totally understand. Good luck with the shopping,” he added, turning and walking away without another word.

Elijah felt a slight stab of sadness. That man was literally the only person he’d had any semblance of a conversation with in the last few days, and he even understood a little of what Elijah was going through. He pushed the melancholy feeling to the back of his mind and focused on the rest of his shopping. The sportswear department for a couple of pairs of running shorts and tank tops, the underwear department for underwear and socks, and finally health and beauty aids for toothpaste, pomade, and deodorant. On the way to the register, he saw a display and felt instantly guilty but splurged anyway by tossing a bottle of Old Spice into his cart. Gotta smell nice for the non-existent ladies beating down my door.

Elijah looked at his watch again as the automatic doors opened in front of him. Right on time. He scanned the parking lot and was relieved when he didn’t see the cab sitting idle with the meter running. He took a seat on the bench in front of the store and waited.

Thirty minutes came and went and still no cab. He fished his phone out of his pocket and was about to hit redial when a voice said, “Where are you headed, son?”

Elijah looked up to see the middle-aged gentleman from the men’s department standing in front of him. “The Seasons Motel,” Elijah responded without hesitation.

“Come on,” the man said with a gesture of his head. “I’m going right by there. I’ll be glad to drop you off.”

“Are you sure?” Elijah asked.

The man smiled. “Absolutely. I’m Royce, by the way.”

“As in Rolls Royce?” Elijah asked with a smile while he gathered his bags.

“No such luck, but don’t I wish.” Royce chuckled.

“I’m Elijah. Elijah Preston, but my friends call me Eli.”

My friends call me Eli. As soon as the words left his mouth, Elijah felt another stab of sadness. He no longer had any friends. Not really. Not here anyway.

“Good to meet you, Eli,” Royce said, interrupting Eli’s pity party.

Eli sucked it up and forced a smile. “I really appreciate the lift.”

“Don’t give it another thought,” Royce responded. “I remember feeling very disjointed when I was discharged. But it gets better. I promise.”

Eli offered a weak smile.

“What do you do?” Royce asked as they walked to his car.

“Nothing right now,” Eli replied. “I’m looking for full-time work in my field, but I’d take anything at the moment to hold me over until I can find something more permanent.”

“I see,” Royce said as they reached his pickup truck. Eli heard the click of the locks, and when Royce climbed in he did the same.

Royce sat in the driver’s seat looking forward and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Eli felt like there was something else the man wanted to say but for some reason was holding back.

Curious, Eli turned to face Royce. “If there’s something you want to say, man, feel free,” he said. “I’m not a sensitive guy.”

Royce nodded but didn’t say anything. He simply started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot.

Once they were on the highway, Royce cleared his throat, and Eli looked in his direction.

“I might have some work for you if you’re interested,” Royce said hesitantly.

Eli’s ears perked up. “Hell yeah, I’m interested,” he said without a second thought.

Royce reached into a little compartment on his dashboard, retrieved a business card, and handed it to Eli.

Eli took the card and read it from beginning to end.

Hotmilitaryguys.com

Check out the number one gay military porn site on the Internet.

100% authentic Marines, Soldiers, Fighter Pilots, and Sailors all waiting for you!

Royce Mackey, Proprietor—571-HOTGUYS

Eli read the card again to make sure he hadn’t misread it the first time and offered it back to Royce, who was staring straight ahead at the highway. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not gay, man,” he said.

Royce accepted the card but didn’t put it back into the compartment. “No problem, but for the record, none of my guys are gay,” he said in a monotone voice.

“Are you serious?” Eli asked.

“Damn straight,” Royce replied. “No pun intended,” he added with a smile. “I may have a couple of bisexual guys in the mix, but ninety-nine percent of them are straight. Some are married, some engaged, and most of them have steady girlfriends. They all do it for the money.”

Eli shook his head in disbelief. “You mean these supposed straight guys fuck other guys for money? On camera?”

Royce nodded. “Some do that, yeah, and others might just beat off alone for the camera. It’s totally up to the guy to do what he feels comfortable with.”

“You must pay a shitload of money,” Eli said. “No pun intended.”

“You’re a good-looking man, Eli, and you’ve got a great body. You could make as much as ten thousand dollars a day, depending on how far you choose to go,” Royce explained.

“Ten thousand dollars a day?” Eli repeated.

“Of course that’s going all the way with several shoots in one day,” Royce said. “But I guess it really doesn’t matter if you’re not interested.”

Royce pulled up in front of Eli’s motel and handed the card back to Eli. “Just keep this in case you change your mind. If you have any questions or just want to talk more, give me a call.”

Eli didn’t know why, but he took the card and slipped it into one of his shopping bags. “Thanks for the lift, Royce. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” Royce responded. “And call if you have any questions.”

Eli nodded out of politeness, gathered his bags, and slid out of the truck.

He walked toward his motel room and looked back when Royce tapped the horn a couple of times, then waved as he drove off.

Feeling a bit like he’d just been to the Twilight Zone, Eli dug the brass key out of his pocket and let himself into his motel room. While unpacking his bags, he came across the business card and thought about his encounter with Royce. He put the card on his bedside table and proceeded to remove all the tags from his new clothes and put everything away.

When he finished, it was nearing noon, and with his big chore for the morning complete, he sat down at his laptop to scan the want ads like he did every day. At least this hellhole has Wi-Fi. He fired up his computer and began his normal process of checking the online local newspaper and the local section of Craigslist for any temporary positions in his area, and then he hit the national search on Craigslist for anything permanent in his field. When he identified a potential position, he followed the instructions on the ad and submitted his resume electronically or via snail mail, whichever was preferred. Today, however, there wasn’t a single new posting locally or even nationally that fit his qualifications. Discouraged, he sighed and shut his laptop, deciding there was nothing more he could do online. He called his career counselor at Quantico to see if there were any new developments, but as with his online search, he again came up empty.

Eli looked around his tiny room and in a fit of boredom turned the television on and channel surfed until he found the local news. He made himself a sandwich from the prepackaged lunchmeat in his fridge, kicked off his sneakers, and plopped down on the bed to eat his lunch and see what great things were happening in his little world of Dumfries, Virginia.

When the local news was over, Eli felt drained and wished he hadn’t turned it on. He looked down at the paper plate on his lap and rearranged the crumbs covering the flower-patterned surface with his fingers. Eventually he put the empty dish on the bedside table, and Royce’s business card caught his attention. Eli picked it up and read it again as if the words would somehow morph into something he could actually do. He rubbed the card between his fingers over and over until curiosity got the best of him. It won’t hurt to look.

Eli opened his laptop, keyed in www.hotmilitaryguys.com, and waited as his Mac located the web site. When the site appeared, the banner on the home page featured a good-looking pilot in uniform up on a ladder next to some sort of aircraft. As Eli scrolled down the home page, he saw various military guys in seductive poses, their dog tags predominately displayed, some in uniform and some bare-chested with tattoos he recognized as very common USMC tats. Next he saw a warning that the site contained hardcore gay sexual situations and content, and a person must be eighteen years of age in order to continue, with an option to enter or leave the site right below it. Eli clicked enter.

The next page featured a large photo of a recruit of the week named Logan in the top half of his US Army uniform and naked from the waist down, his cock fully erect. Along the side of the screen were options for Live Chats, DVDs, Online Videos, Photo Galleries, Affiliated Sites, GIs, and About Us.

Eli clicked the About Us button and started reading.

Welcome to hotmilitaryguys.com, a site that was unknowingly in the making almost my entire life and created through my dreams. From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always been mesmerized and wholeheartedly attracted to men in military uniforms. That love turned into this web site, and today I can offer everyone who shares my dreams a way to explore and even get the opportunity to watch some of these guys act out your favorite fantasies.

Growing up in San Diego, I was always surrounded by men in uniform, and it was there, surrounded by these handsome and mostly willing men, that I first realized I was gay. There weren’t as many gay bars as there are now, and the only other place we had to pick up men was adult bookstores, and trust me when I tell you I had my pick of any military man I wanted.

I quickly realized these hot and horny men would venture in after they struck out with the ladies, knowing they could stick their dick through a glory hole and always find a warm, welcoming mouth on the other side, and… most of the time that warm mouth was mine.

I eventually built up a roster and got to know these guys, built friendships with them, and earned their trust. Ultimately they stopped meeting me at the adult bookstore and started coming right to my own front door, knowing they could get what they wanted and slip out the back until the next time and never be outed by me.

As I got older and less promiscuous, I still longed to see hot military guys, so I came up with the idea for this site. I started talking to the guys I had good relationships with, and surprisingly they were along for the ride. I started hotmilitaryguys.com small but it quickly grew right along with the Internet. Ten years later I still have a thriving business.

So feel welcome to take the tour, look around the site, and sign up for a three-day trial.

Enjoy,

Royce Mackey

Proprietor, Director, and Lover of Men in Uniform

“Well I’ll be,” Eli whispered. “Royce is gay. I never would have pegged him for a homosexual.”

Curious about the guys who were doing these things for Royce, Eli clicked on the GIs button and photos of guys in various stages of uniform or simply naked appeared below a row of buttons from A-Z. Eli clicked on the A button and a whole slew of photos of men whose names all started with the letter A filled the screen. All the guys were very handsome and well built and didn’t look the least bit nervous or ashamed. He clicked on a guy named Adam, and a larger picture with a bio popped up. On the sidebar was a list of videos with thumbnail photos and a description of each video. When Eli clicked on one of the videos, a membership screen popped up, and he couldn’t go any further unless he bought a membership to the site.

Still trying to determine how many men were into this sort of thing, he randomly clicked on the letter J. After counting at least thirty photos in that section alone, he randomly chose a guy named Jayden and clicked on his photo. When he scrolled down, Eli saw a similar list of thumbnail photos connected to videos, but one in particular was titled “Jayden Sheds his Uniform Solo” and had a Free button beside it. Eli clicked on the button, and a black screen opened up with a disclaimer that he couldn’t read fast enough before the scene started.

The guy named Jayden was in full uniform, seated on a couch, with the sound of a girl moaning in the background, obviously from a straight porno playing out of sight. The guy was fondling himself through his trousers, and from the size of the bulge in his pants, building up quite an erection. The guy started slowly taking off his uniform, continuing to fondle himself, until he was naked except for his hat. He started to beat off, slowly at first, rubbing his abs, lifting his legs and rubbing his balls and asshole and then focusing on his dick again, picking up speed until he shot his load all over his stomach and chest. The scene ended with Jayden out of breath, his eyes closed and his body covered in his own release.

Eli stared at the screen in amazement. “I wonder how much that guy got paid to do that?” he mumbled. He continued to click on button after button, but unless you were a member, you didn’t get more than a few photos and an occasional free snippet of some guy in a solo performance beating off. Deciding he’d seen enough to get an idea of what the site was all about, Eli closed his laptop, set it to the side, and lay back on his bed. He linked his fingers together, rested his joined hands on his chest, and closed his eyes. I don’t think I could ever do anything like that was his last thought before he drifted off to sleep…

Eli was in his dress blues, sitting on a white leather couch, heart pumping frantically, and hands fidgeting in his lap. There were several cameras and bright lights pointing in his direction, and a flat-screen television was hanging on the wall right in front of him, starring a very large-chested woman going down on a Marine. On the table next to him was a bottle of lubricant and several neatly folded white towels. Someone yelled “Action!”

Eli stood, staring directly into the camera, and slid the release of his buckle to the left, pulling the woven cotton belt through until it was free. He slowly started to unbutton his coat, painstakingly, one brass button at a time. He let the coat slip off of his shoulders and tossed it onto the back of the couch before removing his white T-shirt and dropping it to the floor at his feet. He saw a flash out of the corner of his eye and turned to see his dog tags lying against his bare chest, reflecting the bright studio lights on the small monitor facing him. He quickly looked away, unable to watch what was unfolding right in front of him.

He sat on the edge of the couch and leaned over to untie his black patent-leather shoes, again focusing only on the camera. He pulled his left shoe off and then toed off his right, kicking them to the side before hooking his forefinger into the back of his sock. He peeled one off, then the other, and dropped them on top of his T-shirt.

He took a deep breath and stood, unhooking his trousers and stepping out of them, adding the pants to the top of the slowly accumulating pile of clothing.

A voice behind the camera yelled, “Cut,” and a blurry face instructed him to sit back down, watch the video, stick his hand down his underwear, and start working on his erection.

The same voice yelled, “Action,” and Eli sat down, leaned against the back of the couch, and slid his hand down his pants. He jumped to his feet in panic and disbelief when he realized his cock was gone.

Eli woke standing at the side of his bed, his heart pounding and his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. He stuck his hand down his pants, and when he found his dick, he gripped it in relief. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands. It was just a nightmare!

What a nightmare huh? See you right back here in a couple of hours for more excerpts!


9 Responses to “Release Party – Read and excerpt from Scotty Cade’s latest release, “Acting Out.””

  1. BabyBarlow says:

    Wow!! This first chapter really do the job! Can’t wait for more!!

  2. *Dreamer* says:

    Totally loved this first chapt! You rock:))))))))

  3. alex says:

    His c*ck was gone? Man..a nightmare indeed **smirks**

  4. Tea58 says:

    Really great start, Scotty. Congratulations!

  5. ScottyCade says:

    Thanks you guys! Stay tuned for instructions on how to win your very own copy!
    XXOO
    Scotty

  6. alex says:

    **thumbs up**

  7. Debra E says:

    Thanks for the excerpt! Looking forward to reading the rest of it.

  8. Andrea M says:

    Nice!

  9. H.B. says:

    It really pulls you in. Thank you for sharing it.

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