**Title: On Set with Wesley**

It was day three of filming the new action flick, and the set was packed with crew buzzing around, adjusting lights, and prepping the next scene. But all I could focus on was Wesley Snipes leaning against the trailer door, those dark eyes locked on me, a slow smirk curling his lips.

I’d heard the rumors—hell, everyone had. That Wesley liked to play, that he had a thing for younger guys. But I never expected him to corner me between takes, his voice a low hum against my ear. “You ever done it on set before?”

I swallowed hard, my dick already stiffening in my pants. “No.”

His grin widened. “Good. Come with me.”

Wesley led me into his trailer, locking the door behind us. The space was tight but private, the hum of the generator outside muffling any noise we might make. He didn’t waste time. Strong hands pushed me onto the couch, and before I could even think, he was straddling me, grinding his hips down.

That’s when I felt it—the heat between his legs, the slickness under his shorts.

“Yeah,” Wesley breathed, nipping at my neck. “Surprise.”

I reached down, sliding a hand under his waistband, and my fingers met wet, swollen folds instead of a cock. He groaned as I stroked his pussy, my thumb rubbing slow circles over his clit.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “You’re soaked.”

Wesley rocked against my hand, his breath hitching. “Been thinking about this all day.” He yanked his shorts down, exposing himself completely—tight abs, thick thighs, and right in the middle, that pretty, dripping cunt.

I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face between his legs, licking deep, tasting him. His moans filled the trailer as I fucked him with my tongue, sucking his clit between my lips while my fingers worked inside him.

“Oh shit—right there—” His hips jerked, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Gonna come already—”

I didn’t let up, licking faster, until his whole body tensed and he came with a choked-out groan, his pussy clenching around my fingers.

Wesley pulled me up, kissing me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth. “Now it’s your turn,” he growled, reaching for my belt.

He got my cock out in seconds, stroking me with one hand while he positioned himself over me. “You ever fucked a guy like this before?” he asked, his voice rough.

“No.”

“Good.” And then he sank down, taking every inch of me in one smooth motion.

I groaned, my hands gripping his hips as his tight, wet heat surrounded me. Wesley didn’t move slow—he rode me hard, bouncing on my dick with a hunger that had my balls slapping against his ass.

“Fuck,” I panted. “You feel too good—shit—”

Wesley leaned back, balancing himself, his cock hard against his stomach, his pussy gripping me like a vice. “Yeah, take it,” he growled, grinding down so deep I saw stars. “This what you wanted?”

I couldn’t even answer—I just fucked up into him, driving my cock deeper, until he was moaning, his nails digging into my shoulders.

“Gonna come again,” he gasped, his rhythm getting sloppy. “Fuck, make me—”

I reached between us, rubbing his clit in rough circles, and that was all it took. Wesley came with a shout, his cunt squeezing me tight, milking my dick until I couldn’t hold back.

I thrust up one last time, burying myself deep as I came, filling him up while he shuddered on top of me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, until Wesley finally smirked and pulled off me. “Better than rehearsing, huh?”

I just laughed, already knowing I’d be back in his trailer before the day was done.