Two Straight Bros Eating Lunch Together

It had been a relatively uneventful day for the porn star known as Manotaur. He'd been doing relatively vanilla things today, it was a bit on the boring side, even. It was his lunch time and he was excited to put something in his mouth that wasn't a huge dick for the first time since breakfast.

He was finishing wiping down his bare chest, which had gotten quite sticky from a copious amount of cum due to the multiple shots he had just finished, when he saw an unfamiliar face walk into the room. He tossed the towel aside and made his way towards the new guy.

"Heya, you new around here?" he clapped the newbie on the shoulder, although he had to slightly lean over in order to do it properly considering his height of almost seven feet. "Everyone 'round here knows me as Manotaur. What's your name, kiddo?"

The force of the large minotaur slapping his shoulder almost knocked Brett off his feet; he coughed, trying to hide how much that had hurt. He considered pulling his shirt back on, but that'd probably be more awkward if he just had to take it off again.

"Name's Payne, Johnny Payne," he said, smiling without any feeling.  "At least around here, it is.  Look, maybe you can help me--where are the girls?  I was told I was gonna be in a scene today."

He unconsciously pulled his long, wild hair behind his shoulders as he made eye-contact with Manotaur's chest--perhaps he should have worn it in a ponytail today.

Manotaur stifled a laugh because he'd seen this scenario a couple of times. A guy desperately wants to make money, good money, in porn but there's pretty much only one way to make it. The manager usually clues them in later. After their first scene, anyway. They argue at first but the manager convinces them it wasn't that bad, and they get their first check and they keep on doing it.

"The girls, huh?" Manotaur rose an eyebrow but tried not to look too amused. "Guess you'll be in for a surprise, then."

"W-why?" he stuttered, unsure of which was worse, continuing to stare at this man's sticky chest or actually making eye contact with a porn star. "Are they ugly or something? I mean, that'd suck, but I've slept with some strange things after enough speedballs and E..."

"No, they're pretty attractive," Manotaur replied honestly, looking back at the bed he'd been laying in just a few moments ago. "If you like men, anyway."

"Oh...the manly type, huh?" he said, chuckling awkwardly. "Well I've seen my share of those, too--just gotta close your eyes and think of Mila Kunis or some shit, right? Kim K. The cashier at the grocery store with big tits." He elbowed Manotaur, albeit a little too softly.

Manotaur rose an eyebrow. This kid was denser than any other he'd come across before. He wasn't sure if it made him like or dislike him.

"I guess you could try that," Manotaur replied, mentally adding, not sure how you're gonna do that with a dick in your mouth. "Well, it looks like I'm getting yelled at to go take my lunch break so, have a good first day, kiddo." He patted Johnny on the back as he walked past him.

"Wait, do I get a lunch break?" he asked, frowning. "Should I go now, or...? I'm not really sure about the rules around here yet."

Manotaur shrugged.

"Dunno. You can come with me if you want; I'll take the blame for it if you get in trouble," he replied with a smile. "I'll even pay."

"...Can't say no to a free meal," he said, grinning. He had two sharp fangs on his bottom row of teeth, that almost protruded from his mouth when he closed it. "I mean, I'm here 'cuz I need cash bad--too much party rockin', not enough making bank, yaknow? Got kicked offa almost all my friends couches. Gotta get a place, money for booze."

"Well, that makes sense, then," Manotaur said, although mostly to himself. He walked down the stairs of the mansion to the ground floor. "So, what do you want for food? I'm up for anything."

"I'm really in the mood for some Thai, personally. Or maybe Indian. Ooh, or Mexican--shit sounds bomb!"

"Right...let's get cold cuts, kiddo," he patted him on the back again, leaning down as he ducked under a doorway. "So, Johnny, was it? What did you do before this?"

"Party rock out with my cock out!" he exclaimed, guffawing.  "What'd you do before this, man?"

"Oh...al-alright," he rose an eyebrow at the tiny man next to him. "I...didn't do anything really before this," he replied, a bit dishonestly. Truthfully, Manotaur had worked a plethora of service jobs before he had landed this gig. Not very glamorous.

"But I'm sure you party tons, now, right?  Now that you've got all this money and you get paid to pound pussy all day?  I wanna party that hard.  That's why I'm here, I mean.

"And by the way, thanks for lunch, man--if you ever want a drink, it's on me!...As soon as I get paid, that is."  He grinned sheepishly, those sharp bottom teeth peeking out of his mouth.

"So...do you like working here?"

"Sure, I party a ton," he fibbed, looking away from him. It was a bit sad to admit that he had few friends and mostly kept to himself.

"Uh, yeah, actually I really love working here," he nodded, looking over at the other man with a smile. "Besides, what other kind of work is a guy like me gonna find?"

He shrugged.  "Hey man, if I knew, I guess I'd be working there myself.  So what's the best part of the job?  Is it the girls?"

"Yep," Manotaur said with a giant grin on his lips. "The girls are my favorite part."

He couldn't help but tease him. He'd see soon enough.

Johnny grinned so brightly that it was clear it was his first day on the job.

"This is gonna be the best lunch of my life, man!"

Oh, this poor kid. Maybe he'did break the news to him over lunch.

"Well, here we are," Manotaur motioned to the tiny, hole in the wall sandwich shop he frequented. "Order whatever you want."

"Whatever has the most meat, man!  I'm gonna need the energy, right?"  He slapped Manotaur on the back, though it barely made a sound.

Oh god. Even he could tell his smile was forced. He wanted to make some sort of innuendo so badly it was physically painful.

"...right, yep," he managed to say instead.

"So do you think we'll be working together a lot?  You seem pretty cool."  He adjusted his snapback  making sure it was perfectly askew.

He both hoped they were and hoped they weren't with equal fervor.

"Dunno. Maybe," he said nonchalantly.