StoriesByTroy - The Body Double

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I’ve been working as Shane Harrington’s body double for six weeks on this film.

Shane is the known action superstar whose face sells every poster and every trailer across the country. I am the Asian body the camera uses when the hits get too hard or the shirtless takes run too long. Same height. Same build. Same thick muscle from chest to thighs. The match from the neck down is perfect and that is the only reason I am here. Shane is the American face the world pays to see. I am the one who takes the falls and holds the long angles when he needs a break.

Sometimes on set we stand side by side while the director checks the continuity. Same width of shoulder. Same cut of stomach. Same heavy thighs. Looking at him is like looking at a version of myself that got everything I never did. The fame. The money. The way people stare. I think he is really fucking hot. I catch myself wondering if he ever notices the resemblance the way I do. If he ever looks at me and sees the body that could have been his own if the face had been different.

I keep all of that quiet. Six weeks of matching his movement has burned the fight sequence into my muscles. I can throw the same punches and take the same hits without thinking. Still he insists on running every sequence himself in case he decides he feels like doing the take. He is good at what he does. He is also extra as hell. Despite having a body double standing by, he still wants control.

The holding area outside the sound stages is quiet this late in the afternoon. Most of the crew has moved on to the next setup. I sit on a folding chair with my script sides in my lap even though I already know every beat by heart. A production assistant appears in the doorway. She looks tired.

“Hey Ryland. Mr Harrington requested you in his trailer.”

I roll my eyes before I can stop myself. What the hell does he want now? I stand and stretch the stiffness out of my shoulders. Don’t get me wrong. Shane is a terrific actor. Hot man. Good at the job. But he can be a little extra sometimes. The kind of extra that means he will rehearse a fight in his trailer just to prove he can still do it himself.

I walk across the lot. Heat still hangs in the air even this late. Crew noise stays constant in the distance. Generators. Distant calls. The low rumble of equipment carts. Shane’s trailer sits near the edge of the stage area like it always does. Private. Quiet. I reach the door and knock once.

His voice comes through immediately.

“It’s open.”

I step inside and stop.

Shane is already in the middle of the small space wearing nothing but tight navy blue briefs that sit low on his hips and cling to every inch they touch. For a moment my eyes land on the outline at the front and blank out completely. Thick chest still rising from whatever he has been doing. Hard stomach cut into clear ridges. Heavy thighs that look like they could crush whatever they close around. The navy fabric stretches across the front and digs into the curve of his ass in a way that should be illegal on a work day. I force my gaze up but the image stays burned behind my eyes.

He doesn’t look at me right away. He keeps moving through the space, voice low, running lines under his breath with that cocky confidence he never turns off.

I clear my throat.

“You needed me sir?”

He finally glances over, still pacing.

“Ryan is it?”

“Ryland sir.”

“Yeah whatever.”

He stops pacing and faces me fully. The navy briefs leave almost nothing to the imagination. The thick outline of his cock rests heavy against the cotton.

“I don’t know why the director even hired you. I can do every single beat of this fight myself. Watch and learn.”

He launches into the sequence right there in the trailer. Sharp kicks. Heavy punches into empty air. Hard turns that make the muscle in his back and shoulders roll under the skin like something alive. Every time he throws a roundhouse his ass flexes and bounces inside those tight navy briefs. The fabric clings. The cheeks lift and drop with every powerful movement. I cannot look away. My eyes stay locked on that exact spot longer than they should.

While he moves he keeps talking.

“You hit the bad guy like this. Weight on the back foot. Drive through the hip. Make the camera feel the power.”

Another kick. Another bounce of thick muscle under navy cotton. The briefs ride up slightly with each motion. The curve of his ass looks even fuller when the fabric pulls tight. I watch the way the material digs into the cleft and then releases. My mouth goes dry. Heat starts low in my stomach and spreads. I catch myself staring and force my eyes up to his back instead. He does not say anything. He just keeps moving.

He finishes one pass and resets without looking at me. Then he starts the sequence again, but this time he adjusts his stance. He turns just enough that the next roundhouse gives me a clearer view of the way the navy fabric stretches across his ass. I notice the change. I tell myself it’s nothing. He is only rehearsing. Still my eyes drop again.

He finishes the second pass breathing harder. Chest rising. Skin faintly shiny with clean sweat. I am still staring at how tight the underwear sits and how clearly the heavy cock inside it has started to fill out. We have the same body but fuck his dick already looks bigger than mine.

Shane doesn’t call me out yet. He walks a slow circle, still not looking directly at me, and starts a third pass. This time the movements are slower. More deliberate. He throws the same kick but holds the position a second longer than necessary. The navy briefs pull tight across the full curve of him. I realize he knows.

Only then does he stop and face me.

“What are you looking at?”

I keep my voice even.

“Nothing Mr Harrington. Just watching you rehearse like you asked.”

He grins. The bulge is obvious now and starting to strain against the navy fabric. His hand drops and grabs it through the cotton. He squeezes once.

“Bullshit. You have been staring at my cock since you walked in. And not just today.”

His words land differently. I look up. He is watching me with an expression that is still cocky but quieter underneath. Observant. Like he has been waiting for this exact moment.

“I’ve been watching you too, boy,” he says. “Six weeks of you matching every move I make. You think I didn’t notice the way you look at me when you think I am not paying attention?”

He walks to the small couch against the wall, sits, and spreads his legs wide. His hand never leaves the outline of his cock. He watches me the entire time while it keeps filling under his palm. The navy cotton stretches tighter with every second.

“Come here.”

I step further into the trailer. I don’t pretend anymore. I look straight at the shape of his cock and at the way his hand moves slowly over the hard length. There is no mistaking it now. The big dick inside the briefs is fully erect. The head is already trying to push past the waistband.

“You always get hard when you rehearse alone sir?”

He laughs once. Short and arrogant, but there is something else under it now.

“I get hard when I feel good. And I feel fucking good right now. Especially when the guy who has been quietly staring at me for six weeks finally walks into my trailer and cannot keep his eyes off me.”

“Yes sir. That fight sequence was fantastic.”

“Fuck yeah it was.”

I keep staring. The outline of him is thick and long and clearly heavy.

Shane’s voice drops lower.

“You going to keep standing there or are you going to be useful?”

I stay where I am. The trailer feels smaller with every second that passes. I can smell the clean sweat on his skin mixed with whatever expensive scent he uses. Shane’s hand keeps moving slowly over the thick outline in the navy briefs. He doesn’t look away from me.

“I am sorry sir. I didn’t mean to stare but… we have the same body.”

His eyebrow lifts. The cocky expression stays but something sharper moves under it.

“Yeah and…?”

“I was just wondering if we have the same everything.”

He laughs once, low and quiet. His fingers flex around the heavy shape under the fabric.

“Only one way to find out. Come here.”

I walk closer. My pulse sits high in my throat. Shane spreads his legs wider but he does not rush me. He just watches while I stop between his knees. Still standing. Still looking down at the clear strain of his cock against the navy cotton.

“You really want to know?” he asks.

I nod once.

He leans back against the couch and lifts his hips just enough to make the invitation clearer.

“Then stop standing there and find out.”

I sink down onto my knees between his thighs. The carpet is thin under me. His thick thighs frame my shoulders. I reach out and hook two fingers into the waistband of the briefs. I don’t pull yet. I just hold the fabric and look up at him. His cock twitches under my knuckles.

Shane’s voice stays cocky even now, but quieter.

“You are lucky I am letting you do this. I have been thinking about it longer than you know.”

I drag the briefs down his thick thighs in one smooth pull. The heavy cock springs free and nearly hits my face. Thick. Long. A bit of dark hair at the base. The head already shiny with a clear drop at the tip. Veins run along the underside. It looks even bigger out of the fabric than it did trapped inside it. My mouth waters before I can stop it.

“That is huge Mr Harrington.”

Shane’s hand lands in my hair. Fingers tight. He looks down at me with that same cocky half smile.

“Not everything the same then?”

“No sir.”

“Bigger than yours?”

I keep my eyes on the thick length of him. The clear drop at the tip. The heavy weight of it right in front of my face.

“Yes sir. It is bigger than mine.”

His grip tightens just enough to tilt my head.

“Then stop looking at it and suck it now that it’s right in front of your face.”

I lean in and take the head into my mouth. The taste of clean skin and salt hits my tongue. I sink down slowly at first. Just the first few inches. My lips stretch around the thickness. Shane lets out a low sound above me.

“Fuck yeah. Suck it like you mean it.”

I answer with my throat instead of words. I take him deeper. Pull back. Work the underside with my tongue in long slow strokes. Then I sink down again until my nose presses against the hard muscle of his stomach. The head pushes into my throat. I hold it there.

“Stay there.”

I hold. Mouth locked. Throat full. Shane’s breathing turns rough above me. His fingers flex in my hair.

“Attaboy. Do it again.”

I pull off just enough to breathe and then go back down. One of my hands grips his thick thigh for balance. The muscle is hard under my palm. I take him deep again. Wet sounds fill the small trailer.

Gawk.

Gawk.

Shane keeps talking. Voice getting rougher. Still trying to sound like the one in charge even while his hips start pushing upward on their own.

“Fuck yeah take it.”

I make it last on purpose. Long slow sucks that let my tongue drag along every vein. Sudden deep takes that force more wet sounds out of my own throat. Every time he gets close I pull off completely. I look up at him with wet lips and wait until he curses and tells me to put it back in.

“Don’t stop. Put it back in.”

I sink down again. Deeper this time. My throat opens around him. The wet heat of my mouth works on him over and over.

Gawk.

Glug.

Gawk.

“Yeah. Filthy boy. Just like that.”

I hum around his cock and the vibration makes his thighs tense. His hand tightens in my hair and starts guiding the pace harder. I let him. I take everything he gives. Saliva runs down my chin and onto his balls. The smell of him is stronger up close. Clean sweat and skin and the thick scent of a hard cock that has been ignored too long.

At one point my eyes drift. The hard stomach in front of me is the same shape I see in the mirror every morning. The same ridges. The same heavy thighs framing my shoulders. For half a second the recognition pulls me out of the rhythm. Shane notices immediately. His grip tightens and he pushes deeper, forcing my focus back.

“Stay focused,” he says, voice low and rough. “I know that body looks familiar. Now put that cock back in your throat.”

The words land like a second pulse of heat. I go back down harder. Faster. Deeper. The wet sounds get louder. My free hand moves to the base of him and strokes what my mouth cannot reach. Shane’s head falls back against the couch. The cocky mask slips further with every thrust of my head.

“You take it so fucking well. Look at you. On your knees in my trailer with my cock in your throat.”

I answer with another deep take that makes my eyes water. The head of him pushes past the resistance and sits heavy in my throat. I hold it there until my lungs burn. Then I pull back just enough to breathe and immediately sink down again.

Gawk.

Gawk.

Shane’s control keeps slipping. Both hands end up on my head. He starts fucking my mouth in short hard thrusts. I relax my jaw and let him use it. The wet noise of it fills every corner of the trailer. Outside the lot is still loud with crew noise. Inside it is only the sound of my throat taking his cock and his broken breathing.

“You want Shane Harrington’s cum in you boy?” He says as he gets closer.

I nod with his cock still in my throat. The movement makes him groan. His grip tightens. He holds my head in place and pushes deep as he finishes. Thick spurts hit the back of my throat one after another. Hot. Heavy. More follow. I swallow every bit of it while he keeps cursing and shaking above me.

“Fuck. Take it. All of it. Swallow.”

I do. I keep my mouth on his cock until the last pulse fades. Until his hips stop twitching. Until his hands finally loosen in my hair. Only then do I pull off slowly. A thin string of saliva and cum connects my bottom lip to the head of his cock for a second before it breaks. I stay on my knees a moment longer. Mouth wet. Tasting him. Breathing hard.

Shane reaches down. Lifts his hips. Pulls the navy briefs back up over his still half hard cock. The thick outline stays obvious under the fabric. He sits back against the couch and looks at me through half lidded eyes. Chest still rising. The arrogance is still there but quieter. Almost private.

I stand. My own cock is aching inside my pants. Hard enough to hurt. I don’t touch it. I just look at him.

Shane’s voice is quieter now but still carries that edge.

“You can go. For now.”

His words hang in the air between us.

I leave the trailer with Shane Harrington’s cum still on my tongue. The lot noise hits me again the second the door closes. Generators. Distant voices. The ordinary sound of a film set that has no idea what just happened inside that trailer. I walk back toward the holding area.

Halfway across the lot my phone vibrates. A message from the production assistant.

“Mr Harrington wants to run through the fight sequence once again this evening. Come back at 7.”

I stop walking and look back at the closed door of the trailer. For six weeks Shane Harrington and I had been two bodies that looked almost impossible to tell apart. Same shoulders. Same chest. Same thick muscle from the neck down. I had spent all that time being the body behind his face, the one nobody was supposed to notice.

But Shane had noticed.

And for a few minutes inside that trailer, he had not wanted his body double. He had wanted me on my knees with his cock in my throat. The taste of him is still on my tongue. The message on my phone makes it clear he intends to take it again at seven.

I put the phone away and keep walking. The lot noise continues around me like nothing has changed. Everything has.

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