A Carnal Cruise
A Novel by
Hank Edwards
Published by Lethe Press at Smashwords
Copyright © 2009 Hank Edwards.
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Table of Contents
7 — Vinaigrette and the Porn Star
9 — Crouching Fluffer, Hidden Hard-on
14 — The Over the Top Drag-a-rama
15 — Charlie Brings Down the House
1 — Cock Watcher
Charlie Heggensford slowly swallowed the long length of fattening cock. He wrapped his tongue around the thickening shaft and paused for a moment with his nose buried in the dark, fragrant bush surrounding the base. Drawing his head back, slowly, always slowly, Charlie allowed the glistening, pink pole to slide out of his mouth. He kept his lips pressed firmly into the flesh so that he could almost feel the man’s pulse as blood filled the organ.
The man standing before him groaned and tipped his head back. He set his hips and pumped his dick down into Charlie’s throat. But Charlie backed off, dropping the penis from between his lips and wrapping a firm fist around it instead. He looked up along the man’s well-developed body with a swollen-lipped grin and started to gently masturbate his subject.
“Oh, fuck, Charlie.” The actor moaned as he looked down at him. “You are one hot fucking fluffer.”
“That’s why I have a Hummer award on my entertainment center,” Charlie replied. “You don’t learn this stuff in school, you know.”
“Where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that?”
“Idaho.”
The actor snorted a laugh and tipped his head back again, closing his eyes as Charlie’s fist rode his dick. “You’re a piece of work.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Charlie sensed the actor was ready for more oral stimulation and leaned forward to catch the bouncing member in his mouth. The actor’s breath hissed between his teeth and he groaned again. As he sucked down the sturdy organ, Charlie popped one eye open and glanced at the clock on the wall. He would need to leave soon if he was going to make it to Ken’s premiere on time, and he certainly didn’t want to miss it.
Charlie had moved to L.A. from his family’s dairy farm in Idaho less than a year ago. He had tried his hand at several jobs: waiter, valet driver, stock boy, but Charlie was a clumsy person and always found himself out of a job. Until he walked into the offices of Fluffers, Inc. and Kinitia Jones, the owner, had hired him. She ran a respected fluffer dispatch service providing fluffers for the various adult film studios in L.A. and soon had Charlie sucking cock all over the city. He had quickly gained a reputation for over-stimulating his clients, an act frowned on by the directors as they needed their actors hard and ready, not soft and spent. After several months as a fluffer, Charlie had won The Hummer, an award which recognized achievements in fluffing and was handed out along with the Golden Orifices, the awards honoring actors, directors, and others involved in the adult film industry.
Charlie sighed around his mouthful of cock and thought about the friends he had made at Fluffers, Inc.: Sharp, beautiful, independent and mothering in a tough love kind of way Kinitia Jones, and her slightly daffy, loving, joyous assistant from Minnesota, Bernice Tallipepper. Then, there were his two closest friends, Billy Ransom, a younger man from Cleveland who had started at the company just after Charlie had himself and could not seem to keep a thought in his head, and older, hot, Ken Carlton, senior member of the team at Fluffers, Inc., and a man who had just been offered a chance to get back into gay porn films as the lead in a rather large-budget action porn film, Comeuppance.
Ken had made a name for himself in gay porn films many years prior to working at Fluffers, Inc., but had lost his connections and, supposedly, his desire to be in front of the cameras. However, when a hot new gay porn director had come into the office one day and offered Ken a starring role in what could possibly turn into a series of films, there was no way Ken could fight the familiar tug of fame and hugged the man.
And tonight was the big premiere party for Comeuppance. The studio head, Gregory Gianelli, had rented out a large, ornate theater to show the film and afterwards was hosting a party at his home in the hills. It was going to be a very exclusive affair, and Ken had made sure Charlie, Billy Ransom, Kinitia Jones, Bernice Tallipepper, and the other fluffers received invitations. The premiere started at nine, held across town, and it was already going on five o’clock. If Charlie could finish up here in the next half an hour he would have plenty of time to make it to the showing.
“Oh, yeah, get the head,” the actor grunted. “Right on the head there.”
Charlie slid his mouth off the hot slab of meat before him, pausing with his lips clamped around the thick, mushroom head, and slowly pulsed his fist along its length. As he worked the actor’s cock he thought briefly of Rock Harding, gay porn superstar and a man Charlie lusted after. He had not seen Rock for almost a month, and it seemed as if every thing Charlie saw or touched brought up memories of the man. Each time he checked in on a set he would survey the area for a glimpse of Rock but had always been disappointed. The actor must have been laying low. Charlie had not even seen him at the gym.
As he thought about Rock, Charlie’s grip on the man before him tightened. He reached out and slid the fingers of his free hand around the set of freshly shaved balls hanging low, tugging on the tanned sac and grinning at the groan that followed. When he had started working as a fluffer he had mistakenly thought Rock Harding was his first customer. Charlie had started sucking Rock’s thick cock and gotten overworked, making the man come, a major faux pas in the world of fluffing. He was supposed to get the men up and keep them hard, not bring them to orgasm. Since then Charlie had fluffed Rock several times, and a close friendship had developed between them, much to Rock’s lover’s annoyance.
Charlie pushed thoughts of Cedric Wilmington, evil gay porn director and, inexplicably, Rock’s lover, out of his head then leaned forward and began once again to suck the full length of the actor’s dick. The man groaned and bent his knees, thrusting his hips forward as Charlie dragged his mouth along the man’s prick. Charlie closed his eyes and thought about the many times he had fluffed Rock, the salty taste of the man’s cock and balls, the fresh, citrus scent of his body, the smooth, pink pucker of his asshole as he had turned around and bent over for Charlie to dig in. So much time had been spent on work, but Rock had never sucked Charlie. It had always been Charlie kneeling before the muscular, dark-haired man, his mouth stuffed full of dick. They had spent time alone together, one night falling asleep together atop a desert mesa, but had never really had sex, not in the common use of the word.
The images and sensations brought back on by memories of Rock got Charlie himself hard in seconds. His dick strained against his boxer briefs, pre-come soaking through the material of his underwear and into the denim crotch of his jeans. He began sucking the actor faster, his right hand tightly gripping the base of the man’s dick as his left tugged on his balls.
“Oh, fuck, fluffer,” the actor grunted. “I’m fuckin’ your hot face, and I’m going to shoot off right in your fuckin’ mouth.”
Consumed by thoughts of Rock, Charlie grunted around his mouthful of cock and sucked harder. Seconds later hot, spicy come filled his mouth, spurting out over his lips and down along his chin. The sharp smell of the semen pushed into his nostrils, and he let the come dribble out from between his lips as he slowed his sucking. With a heavy sigh and a grunt of his own, Charlie came into the pouch of his boxer briefs which were slick with pre-come. The smell and taste of semen was enough to send him over the edge every time without so much as a touch of his hand.
It wasn’t until he sat back and gazed up at the man that Charlie realized what he had done. The actor grinned at him and reached down to wipe the come off his chin.
“Oh, shit,” Charlie said with a sinking feeling in his gut.
“Okay, I’m ready for…” The director of the movie walked up, his voice dying out as he caught sight of Charlie’s come-slicked face and his actor’s wilting hard-on. “Oh for the love of…. Charlie, what the fuck is wrong with you? Huh? How many times do you have to be told not to make these guys come? Huh? I swear, Hummer award or not, you’re becoming a real pain in the ass to have on a set, you know that?” The director shook his head and put his hands on his hips. He took a few breaths and then turned to shout, “Take a break, everyone. We’ve had another fluffer issue over here, and the next scene will have to wait.”
“What? No.” Charlie said, standing up and flinching as his cock pulled away from where it was drying to his briefs. “I have to be out of here soon. Really soon. I’m sorry, I’ll… I’ll get him hard again, and I promise I won’t make him come. Here, I’ll start now.” Charlie dropped to his knees before the actor and began to suck desperately at the man’s shriveled dick.
The director folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “Oh, stop it, Charlie, you look like some kind of ravenous calf trying to feed from an old dried up cow.”
The actor shot his director a dirty look. “Uh, Henry, you’d better watch how you say things like that.”
“Oh, sorry, Adam.” Henry kept the sarcasm in his voice. “Go get cleaned up and use someone else to get hard. I’ll need a big come shot from you for the end of the movie, so keep it up for an hour at least.”
Adam shrugged and walked off, his dick pulling out from between Charlie’s desperate lips and leaving him in mid-suck. Charlie almost fell forward but caught himself in time. Looking up at the director, he sheepishly wiped his mouth and slowly got to his feet.
“I’m sorry, Henry,” Charlie said quietly. “I just got…”
“Carried away,” Henry finished for him. “Yeah, I know. Just like on the set of my last movie.” Henry took a step closer. “I need to finish this film tonight, okay? And I’m going to make you stay here with us until we get the very last shot.”
“But, Henry,” Charlie started to protest.
“No buts, Charlie,” Henry said. “You stay here for the full shoot or I’ll report you to Kinitia and start using fluffers from Tongue In Cheeks on my sets.”
Charlie sighed as Henry turned his back and walked away. How did this keep happening to him? He risked another glance at the clock and felt his stomach drop. It was a quarter past five. If it was going to be another hour until they started shooting the next scene, Charlie might be able to leave in time to make the premiere by nine. But it was across town, and he would not be able to stop by his apartment and change. He groaned and trudged off to the bathroom to clean up.
An hour later, Charlie knelt before a different actor, a stud named Carl, carefully working the man’s erection and glancing at the clock on the wall. The man’s cock was enormous, a trunk at least ten inches, and thick as a beer can at the base. As he tried to read the clock, the huge dick continually slipped free and bobbed in front of his eyes, blocking his vision. He tried not to think about the sexual possibilities with this man and kept his mind on the task in hand. He could hear the previous actor, Adam, being serviced by one of the crew over on the set.
“Okay, we’re ready!” Henry called out. “Adam and Carl, I need you both on the set. Jan and Dave you’re up next. Get over to the fluffer.”
Charlie leaned back and watched Carl walk off toward the set, his cock swinging before him like a fifth limb. The man stopped at the foot of a bed and grinned down at Adam as he rolled a condom along the length of his tree trunk of a dick. Adam looked over his partner’s equipment with a half excited, half nervous eye as he prepared himself for receiving the deep impact of Carl’s massive cock.
“Action!” Henry said and Carl lifted Adam’s legs into the air. He adjusted his position then stuffed his immense cock into the rapidly expanding asshole before him. Adam grimaced and lay back, groaning as Carl plugged his hole with the full length of his dick.
Carl began fucking his partner with abandon and Charlie turned to check the clock again. He’d definitely miss the opening credits. He turned back to find two more actors lined up in front of him, their dicks soft and shriveled by the chilly evening air of the warehouse. Charlie took a breath, stretched his jaw muscles, and moved in to begin his work.
- - -
He left the warehouse at 8:15 and ran to the bus stop, pounding up the sidewalk just as the bus pulled away. He didn’t have enough cash for a cab, and, as he waited for another bus, he bounced impatiently on the balls of his feet, frightening the homeless people who roosted in the covered bus stop. He tried not to think about how he looked: semen-stiff crotch and hair that had been mussed by half a dozen hands as he had knelt before the actors to work them up. He had to make it to Ken’s movie premiere on time and give his support. He didn’t want to miss an event this important to someone Charlie had come to consider a very good friend.
The next bus finally arrived, and he jumped through the doors causing the driver to flinch. He sat down and fidgeted, keeping time with his hands on the seat back before him as he tried to mentally urge the bus to move faster. At his wit’s end and unable to take the slow, groaning transmission and low, relaxed mutterings of the other passengers, he disembarked five stops before he had intended and sprinted along the sidewalk to the theater where he skidded to a stop in front of the beveled glass doors.
With a few deep breaths to compose himself, Charlie pulled the door open and stepped inside. The lobby crowd’s murmur washed over him before fading as all faces turned. Several hundred men and women, all in formal evening wear, surrounded him, looking at him with something slightly above distaste as they took in his corkscrewed hair, stained pants, and the wild look in his eyes.
“Sir?” The low voice came from Charlie’s side.
Charlie looked at the pinched face of an older, balding man with a thick mustache. “Yes?”
“May I help you in some way?”
“Is this the theater for the premiere?” Charlie whispered. The people around him had begun to speak quietly once again, probably about him.
“We are hosting a premiere tonight, but it is a formal affair.” The man let his gaze travel along Charlie’s outfit. “And you don’t seem to be dressed all that, well, formally. Sir.”
“I didn’t know it was going to be this formal.” Charlie looked around the lobby. “I don’t see Ken or Kinitia.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m going to have to ask to see your invitation.”
Charlie’s heart leaped. Invitation? Shit! He had left it at his apartment! “Um, I, uh, don’t have it on me. But if you would just get Ken Carlton or Kinitia Jones they can vouch for me.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but there is no one here by that name. I’m going to have to insist that you leave.” The man took Charlie by the arm and escorted him through the door and to the sidewalk. “Please go before I call the police.”
Charlie stepped out from beneath the marquee of the theater and looked up. Premiere hung above him and below that Arthouse Debacle A New Film By Edward Margolis.
“Huh?” Charlie said to himself. “Who the fuck is that?” He turned around and looked along the street. Two blocks further he could see another theater marquee and rolled his eyes. He had gone into the wrong theater. Flustered and embarrassed, Charlie jogged down the street and read the marquee twice before entering the building: PREMIERING TONIGHT! A NEW STYLE OF ADULT ENTERTAINMENT! CUMUPPANCE.
The lobby was deserted except for some well-built models gossiping at the concession stand. They wore tuxedoes and fanned themselves with movie programs. As Charlie walked in, their heads turned as a group, surveyed his condition, and dismissed him in the space of a minute.
Fine. He’d sucked off better, hotter men than them.
Charlie crossed the lobby and slipped through the door into the dark theater. Projected on the screen before him, so much bigger than life, was Ken’s amazing cock. Eight inches long in person, Ken’s dick stretched several feet long on screen and was ready for action as he began working over another actor.
Charlie eased down the aisle, squinting as he scanned the crowd in the darkness, searching for Kinitia, Billy, Bernice, or Ken. He made it halfway down the aisle between the center and left sections of seats before he heard his name hissed from across the theater.
He turned and squinted over the people in the center section who had turned to stare at him. From the right section of seats a pale arm waved to him.
Charlie grinned as the light from the screen reflected off a pair of large, plastic framed glasses. Bernice Tallipepper, Kinitia’s assistant, possessed a quick smile and optimistic, down-home personality that either won people over or pissed them off. Hailing from Minnesota, she had moved west after her husband of twenty-seven years divorced her for a woman one-third his age. Her four children were grown up and married, living scattered throughout the United States, so she had followed a lifelong dream and moved west to California. And much like Charlie had himself, she had found her way to Kinitia’s door as a receptionist with a temp agency until just a few months ago when Kinitia had hired her fulltime.
Charlie excused himself through a row of people, apologizing as he squashed toes and scuffed leather, then plopped down between Bernice and Billy Ransom, another of Kinitia’s fluffers.
“Where have you been?” Billy asked. He sniffed warily, then reached down into Charlie’s crotch to feel the stiff, sticky stain on his jeans. “Jesus, Charlie, not again.”
“Oh shut up,” Charlie mumbled. “I’ll tell you about it later.” He settled into his seat, accepted the bag of popcorn from Bernice, and watched the movie unfold.
Up on the screen, Ken began to endure a thorough cavity search by a pair of stocky henchmen. The pair stripped him down, then inserted a metal speculum into his anus and cranked it open, spreading his sphincter wide. Using their fingers and a lubed up billy club, the two men poked and prodded Ken’s gaping hole. Soon one of the henchmen shook his head and said in a horribly over-the-top Russian accent, “Nah. Ve must geet in deeper dan dees.”
To nobody’s surprise, the henchman unzipped his one piece coverall and dropped it to the floor, exposing a long, very thick, pumped and ready-to-go cock. A leather cock ring was fastened around the base, keeping the man stiff as he slid a condom onto his massive pole and then moved around behind Ken. While the other henchman held Ken’s head pressed into his crotch, the nude henchman rammed himself full tilt into Ken’s hole.
“Ouch,” Charlie whispered as, on the screen, Ken grimaced and let out a muffled shout. “That had to hurt.”
Billy leaned over and said quietly, “Nah, I was the fluffer on this set. They had the guy fuck him a little bit first and then had him drive it home. It just looks bad.”
Charlie nodded and turned back to the screen. The henchman in front of Ken was now nude and stuffing his own dick down Ken’s throat. Ken took both men like a man, grunting in all the right places and grinding his hips in a circular motion as the giant pole of flesh pummeled his asshole.
Before too long the henchman at the rear pulled his huge cock out of Ken’s hole, and then ripped the condom off. He stroked himself to a splattering climax that covered Ken’s middle and lower back. He then reached down to slide fingers into Ken’s loose and lubricated asshole.
The henchman in front pulled back. Ken closed his eyes and mouth as the come sprayed his face. He rode the fingers in his asshole. A moment later he straightened up and launched his own wad onto the belly and crotch of the man in front of him.
The henchmen smiled at each other, then Ken turned and delivered a couple of high kicks and punches to the men, knocking them out. Impressed at Ken’s gymnastic capabilities, Charlie and Billy looked at each other with wide eyes. Billy blinked and said, “I never saw that move while I was on the set.”
They turned back to the film and watched as Ken ran through gray corridors, nude and sporting a full erection that bobbed before him. He was searching for stolen microfilm, and to get it he was going to fuck everyone he met. Charlie settled deeper into his chair and stretched out to give his crotch more room to expand as he watched the rest of the film.
After the movie, the crowd gathered in the lobby. The mood was light and everyone was talking about how much they had liked the film. Ken Carlton mingled with the well wishers and accepted congratulations on his acting abilities and physical endowments.
Charlie, Billy, Kinitia and Bernice stood off to one side of the concession stand and talked about the movie. They had all enjoyed it, Bernice especially since it had been her first time seeing a gay porn movie.
“I’d always wondered how it all worked between, you know, two men,” Bernice said. “And now I’ve seen just about all of it, huh?”
“I’d say you were just getting started, honey.” Kinitia raised an eyebrow. “What would your family say if they knew where you worked?”
Bernice giggled and waved Kinitia off. “Oh, I just tell them I’m an assistant at a delivery service. They don’t care enough to ask anything more than that. Oh, look, here comes Ken. Ken! Yoo hoo! Kenny!”
Ken sauntered up, his shirt unbuttoned down the middle, exposing his hairy chest, and his pants were tight enough to reveal that he dressed to the left. Porn star cool, he flashed them a smile and hugged each one tight. Grabbing Charlie last of all, he placed a hand over his friend’s stiff crotch and asked quietly, “More problems on the set?”
“All right.” Charlie backed away. “Hey, nice fight scenes.”
Ken grinned. “Thanks. Pretty good for an old timer, huh?”
“So, Ken, great come shots.” Bernice gave him a thumbs up. “Nice distance.”
Ken blushed and looked down at his shoes. “Uh, thanks Bernice. I appreciate you all coming out tonight to see it.”
“What, are you crazy?” Billy said. “Of course we would.”
“Well, it’s just really nice that you all support me in this second attempt at becoming an actor. It means a lot.”
“Well, I’d say it’s more than just an attempt, but you’re welcome.” Charlie hugged Ken again. “After all, you taught me everything I know.”
Ken cupped his hand over Charlie’s crotch again. “And it looks like you need some more training.”
“May I have your attention please?” a man standing on a chair called out over the noise of the crowd. The people quieted down and turned to face him. “Thank you all for coming tonight to our premiere. I’m Gregory Gianelli, the head of Bruised Knees studios, and I would like to personally invite all of you back to my house for a gathering to celebrate this new era of gay adult film. On your invitations you should find a map to the house, but if you do not have one, any of my trusty assistants in tuxedoes can supply you with one. I hope to see each of you there. Thank you again for supporting Cumuppance.”
The crowd applauded and then began to file out of the theater.
“I’ve got the Beetle if anyone wants to ride along with me,” Ken offered.
“That’s good because I didn’t drive tonight,” Kinitia said. “Looks like we’re all going to be riding with you.”
They followed the crowd outside and squeezed into Ken’s red Beetle. Bernice got in the front seat and Kinitia and Charlie sat in back with Billy stretched out over their laps like a Vegas showgirl during rehearsal. The drive was mercifully short, and soon Ken was making his way up the drive to Gregory Gianelli’s brightly lit, sprawling house overlooking the lights of the city.
“Wow.” Charlie stepped out of the car and took in the house and grounds.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Ken replied. “Makes Cedric Wilmington’s house look like a fuckin’ log cabin, doesn’t it?”
Charlie rolled his eyes at the mention of Cedric. “God, did you have to bring up that old bitch?”
“Sorry. But I thought you saw him already.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t know? You stepped on him and Rock when you made your way through their row to get to these guys.” Ken nodded to where Bernice and Billy were pulling Kinitia from the backseat of the car.
“Oh fuck,” Charlie moaned. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Sorry bud. I heard Cedric say something about his new Guccis right after you stomped by like Godzilla.” Ken saw the stricken look on Charlie’s face and could not help laughing as he slapped him on the back. “Hey, relax. What can he do to you that he hasn’t already tried to do before, right?”
Charlie took a deep breath and began following his friends up to the house. “I’m afraid to find out.”
2 — Old Time’s Sake
It took almost a full hour without seeing Cedric or Rock before Charlie could finally relax. He had a few mimosas and wandered around the large house, peering into the many rooms and gazing at artwork. There were over three-hundred people at the party.
In one of the upstairs bathrooms, Charlie stood before the toilet relishing the peace and solitude of having a room to himself, even if it was only for a few minutes, when the door popped open. He jumped and quickly tucked himself back into his soiled pants. Fluffer though he was, Charlie was intensely pee shy. After zipping up, he turned to find Brent Harrington, his one-time neighbor and sometime-lover, standing with his back against the door. His goateed face was creased with a rakish grin that lent a sparkle to his brown eyes.
“Brent?” Charlie gave him a hug and grunted as Brent wrapped his big, hairy arms around him and squeezed back. “Where have you been for the last few weeks?”
Brent grinned at him. “Working. Got a job on a movie up in Vancouver.”
“As in Canada?”
“One and the same. I worked on the movie for a week, fell in love with the place and decided to stay for a while.” Brent leaned against the sink and folded his arms. “How about you? What’s new in the world of Farm Boy Charlie?”
Charlie shrugged. “Not much, really. Ken’s movie was premiered tonight. Did you see it?”
Brent shook his head. “No. I just heard about the party and wandered in on my own. I was hoping to find you here.”
“Oh, that’s so nice.” Charlie grinned at him. “So what’s next for you? Are you back to stay?”
Brent grinned a little sadly, his eyes darting away, and Charlie felt his throat constrict. He wasn’t in love with Brent, not by a long shot, but the man had proved to be a good friend when Charlie had needed someone several months before. Plus he was really hot in bed.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Charlie asked.
“Just to Vancouver,” Brent replied. “It’s not that far. You could come visit.”
Charlie smiled. “I’d like that. Are you going to do movies up in Canada or something else?”
Brent blushed around his goatee. “Well, it’s a little different than what I’ve been doing.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“I’ve bought a pet store.”
Charlie laughed. “A pet store? Are you serious?”
Brent laughed along with him. “Very serious. I love animals, and I don’t have the attention span or background to be a veterinarian, so I’m doing the next best thing.”
Charlie smiled at Brent for a moment. “I think it’s great. I can’t wait to see the shop.”
“I would love for you to come up and visit.”
“I will. I promise.”
A frantic pounding on the door interrupted them and a shrill voice asked, “Are you done blowing him yet? For God’s sake, there are about forty bedrooms in this place and only six bathrooms! Come on already!”
Brent pulled open the door and waved for Charlie to precede him. As Charlie stepped over the threshold he stopped and gasped. Cedric Wilmington, evil director and man of sour mind and flabby body, stood before him. The man wore khaki clam diggers and a leopard print silk shirt with open toed leather Gucci construction boots, slightly scuffed, and white silk stockings bunched down around his pale, hairless ankles. A bright pink pith helmet completed the safari ensemble.
“Well, well, well,” Cedric said through thin, pursed lips. “If it isn’t the most notorious fluffer in all the land.”
Charlie took a breath and drew strength from the reassuring hand Brent placed on his shoulder. “Cedric. How are you?”
“Practically floating in my own urine, thanks to you and your fat old trick,” Cedric snapped.
“Uh, I’m sorry, ‘old’?” Brent said with a grin.
“Oh, just get out of my way.” Cedric brushed past them into the bathroom before turning back. “Oh, and thanks for ruining my pedicure tonight. Are you wearing clown shoes?” Cedric dropped his eyes to the stain on Charlie’s crotch and smirked. “Well, I see you’re still having trouble keeping control of yourself on the job. Better watch that, Farm Boy, or you might find yourself out on the street. Remember that I own a portion of Kinitia’s office building, and I could raise the rent in a heartbeat.”
Before Charlie could reply, Cedric slammed the door in his face and engaged the lock. Charlie considered waiting for the old crow in the hall and having it out with him once and for all, but Brent convinced him to take a walk in the garden instead.
Outside, the night air was scented with eucalyptus and jasmine. A meandering brick path made its way through lush, dimly lit landscaping. A few other couples had had the same idea, and they passed more than one blowjob in progress as they walked slowly along the path.
After passing a third couple in the midst of oral sex, Brent looked over at Charlie and asked, “What do think? Once more for old time’s sake?”
Charlie smiled and nodded, then led Brent off the path and over to a large, decorative boulder. Smaller rocks situated around the boulder turned out to be speakers that piped classical music into the garden.
“Jeez,” Charlie said. “Be careful where you step. You might be crushing a speaker disguised as a rock.”
“I think Mr. Gianelli can afford another in case I misstep.”
Charlie motioned for Brent to sit on the boulder, but the big bear of a man moved Charlie to the rock instead.
“You’ve been fluffing me for a while now.” Brent grinned as he knelt before Charlie. “Now let me fluff you.”
Charlie smiled down at Brent and ran his fingers through the man’s dark, wavy hair. Brent unzipped Charlie’s jeans and pulled the elastic of his boxer briefs down beneath his balls. Taking Charlie’s cock in his hand, Brent began to stroke the hardening member then leaned down to swallow the length of him in one gulp as “Ride of the Valkyries” began to play.
Charlie moaned and closed his eyes while Brent’s mouth moved slowly back and forth along his cock. The man’s goatee scratched pleasantly on the sensitive head each time Brent pursed his lips and focused all his suction on the very tip of his dick. The rhythm and feel of Brent’s mouth brought back memories of their time together, and Charlie recalled waking up in Brent’s arms. He had missed his bear protector, as he used to call him. And he would miss him in the days to come. But right now, Brent was performing a fuck of a good blowjob on him, and Charlie meant to enjoy every single suck.
“Oh, yeah, Brent.” Charlie breathed quietly. “That feels really good.”
Quiet voices strolled by along the path but neither of them paid any attention. Brent was concentrating on giving Charlie a blowjob to remember, and Charlie was too involved being blown like never before to care about anyone else in the vicinity. Around them Wagner faded out to be replaced by the “1812 Overture.”
Brent gulped down Charlie’s throbbing pole, lodging the head against the back of his throat and struggling against his gag reflex. His left hand wrapped tight around the base of Charlie’s cock, and he stroked himself with his right. He moved his head back and began to suck harder and faster, moving his left hand up further along the cock to stroke in time with the movements of his mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Brent,” Charlie gasped. “That feels so damn good. Oh, yeah. Just like that, right on the tip. Oh, suck that cock, baby. Yeah.”
Brent increased his speed even more, and soon Charlie’s balls pulled up as he prepared to shoot his load. He braced his hands on the boulder, and his legs stiffened as he started to breathe harder.
“Oh, Brent, I’m coming,” Charlie groaned. “Oh, God, I’m going to come.”
Perfectly timed with the firing of the cannons in the overture, Brent backed his mouth off Charlie’s cock and began to stroke it faster, his grip on the stiff rod tightening right as the first jet of come spurted onto his face. It drizzled into his goatee and he moaned. Each blast of semen struck him in the face, spattering across his cheeks, forehead, nose and goatee. Charlie grunted his way through his orgasm until the muscles in his prostate relaxed, and he took deep breaths to slow his heart rate.
Brent rubbed the sensitive head of Charlie’s softening cock through the puddles of come that covered his face as he jerked himself off. The smell of the semen invaded his nostrils, and the feel of the spunk drying on his skin and in his goatee brought him quickly to climax.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” Brent moaned. He stood up as Charlie knelt before him and jerked himself off over the fluffer’s upturned face. Brent’s stout, six-and-a-half-inch cock launched ropy strands of come out over Charlie’s cheeks, nose and lips. A puddle of it even landed in Charlie’s hair just over his left ear. When he was finished, Brent rubbed the tip of his own cock through the come on Charlie’s face, then leaned down and kissed him. Their tongues swapped salty licks of semen before Brent helped Charlie to his feet.
“So, how’d I do?” Brent wore a grin that stretched the come drying on his chin.
Charlie smirked. “You did okay.”
“Okay?” Brent asked indignantly. “Just okay?”
“Hey, if I have to hear it, so do you: as a fluffer, you can’t make them come. You just have to get them hard and keep them hard.” Charlie shrugged. “It’s a tough job.”
Brent laughed and put his arm around Charlie’s shoulders to lead him back to the path. They continued along in companionable silence until they came upon a cupid fountain. Using the cold, clear water, they cleaned up and dried their faces on each other’s shirts. A few yards further, the path opened out on the pool in back of the house. Groups of guests stood around the brightly lit water with drinks in their hands. Charlie could see Kinitia and Bernice chatting with Gregory Gianelli off in a corner near some patio furniture.
“Hey, look there,” Brent said and pointed across the pool deck where Cedric stood on the fringes of a group of men, his slitted eyes locked on Kinitia, Bernice, and Gregory Gianelli.
“He looks like the wicked witch in every Disney cartoon,” Charlie grumbled.
“Ah, don’t break a sweat over Cedric. His bark is worse than his bite.” Brent gave Charlie a one-armed hug. “You going to be okay now?”
Charlie turned to look at him. “You’re leaving? So soon?”
“I accomplished what I came here for. I wanted to see you one last time and say good bye.” Brent kissed him tenderly, almost longingly, his tongue sweeping slowly through Charlie’s mouth, and then smiled into his eyes. “I’ll miss you, Farm Boy. Is it okay if I call you now and then?”
“I’ll be angry if you don’t.” Charlie squeezed Brent’s hand and watched with a lump in his throat as the bear turned and ambled around the pool.
After Brent had disappeared into the house, Charlie turned to make his way over to Kinitia and Bernice and ran into a tall, muscular chest. As he bounced off the man, Charlie tried to apologize and step to his right, but suddenly found himself falling into the sparkling clear water of Gregory Gianelli’s pool. He sank slowly to the bottom of the nine foot section and contemplated staying submerged for several minutes just to avoid the humiliation of having everyone stare at him when he resurfaced. What a day!
A pair of strong hands took the decision away from him, however, as fingers snagged his billowing shirt and pulled him back up to the surface. He gasped for breath, swallowed chlorinated water, and began to cough. His eyes teared up as he was pulled to the side, and the strong hands reached lower to grab the back of his jeans and haul him out of the water. Charlie sprawled on the cement deck and coughed the last bits of water out of his lungs.
A small crowd had gathered, and he stared blearily up at the blurred faces surrounding him. He could make out Kinitia and Bernice and, after rubbing the chlorine from his eyes, saw Gregory Gianelli looking at him with a mixture of concern and annoyance.
And then the fresh smell of citrus came to him, and he turned his head to smile stupidly up at Rock Harding.
“Hi Rock,” Charlie said as nonchalantly as possible. “I didn’t know you were at the party.”
The guests surrounding him straightened up and chuckled. Kinitia frowned down at him and shook her head as she dismissed him with a wave.
“Do you think he’s all right?” Bernice asked as Kinitia led her away.
“Honey,” Kinitia said. “One thing you’re going to have to learn about Charlie is that he is as clumsy as they come. You have no idea how high our premiums would be if the insurance company knew about him.”
Rock helped Charlie sit up and patted his back. “You okay, Charlie?”
Charlie nodded and tried to smooth his hair down. “Yeah. Just embarrassed.”
“Can you swim?” Rock wondered.
“You ask me that as if you think there’s no water in Idaho,” Charlie replied. He assessed Rock’s face and decided the man was serious. “They do have water in Idaho, and yes, I know how to swim.”
Rock smiled. “Well, I’m glad I was here to fish you out anyway.” He helped Charlie stand and looked him over. “It’s going to be a while before you dry out. Want to go for a walk through the garden?”
Charlie thought about his recent tryst with Brent off the garden path and shook his head with a small smile. “No, not really. I think I’ll just see if I can flag down a cab.”
“In this neighborhood?” Rock asked. “Cabs don’t patrol this area. Look, I’ll give you a ride home.”
“But what about Cedric?” Charlie said, turning to look across the pool where Cedric was staring at him with blatant hatred. He quickly turned back to look up at Rock. “He doesn’t seem too happy about us talking together.”
Rock smiled at Charlie without even glancing at Cedric. “We came in separate cars. Come on, I’ll give you a lift.”
Charlie found Kinitia, Bernice, Ken and Gregory Gianelli talking inside the house. He said farewells all around and turned to Gregory. As he thanked the studio head for inviting him to the premiere and apologized for falling in the pool, Charlie tried not to notice that Gianelli was frowning at the small puddle forming beneath his feet on the cream-colored carpet. He followed Rock out the front door, smiling as brightly as he could considering the circumstances.
They approached Rock’s Navigator and stood at the passenger side. Rock pulled open the door then glanced thoughtfully back to where Charlie stood dripping on the driveway.
A few minutes later, Rock nosed his large SUV out the front gate and into the street. Charlie tried not to move around too much as the tarp from the back of Rock’s truck tended to crinkle beneath him.
“So, I haven’t seen you around in a while,” Charlie said. Crinkle, crackle, rustle.
“Yeah, I’ve been keeping a low profile. After winning the Golden Orifice, I decided to take some time off from acting.” Rock turned and grinned at him. “How about you? I saw you kissing Brent Harrington. Are you two still seeing one another?”
Charlie shook his head, the tarp scrunching beneath him and his stomach knotting up from nerves. God, how this man affected him! “No, not anymore. He’s moving to Vancouver to run a pet store.”
Rock cocked an eyebrow. “A pet store?”
“A pet store.” Crackle, rustle. “So, I was just saying goodbye.” Crinkle, crunch, pop.
“I see.”
They drove on in silence. As he tried to hold perfectly still, Charlie struggled desperately to think of a topic of conversation, anything to draw the man out and get him talking. But every topic he considered sounded too desperate or trite. He wanted Rock to see him as fun, laid back, considerate, empathetic, and, of course, incredibly sexy. But sitting on a noisy tarp while pool water ran off his body was not going to earn him any points in the incredibly sexy category.
Before Charlie realized it, Rock had turned onto his block and slowed to a stop in front of his building. Shifting into park, Rock turned and grinned at him. “Here we are.”
Charlie smiled nervously. “Yeah. This is it. I, uh, appreciate the ride.” He stopped, staring at the man before him. Was it his imagination or had Rock gotten even more handsome these past few weeks?
Rock frowned at him. “You okay, Charlie?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Why?”
“You just got a funny look on your face there,” Rock said sincerely. “I thought maybe you had hit your head when you fell in the pool or something.”
Charlie took a breath and opened his door. Turning, he smiled with as carefree an attitude as he could muster, all the while mentally willing Rock to kiss him. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for giving me a ride home, Rock.”
“My pleasure. Hey, do you still work out at the same gym?”
Charlie nodded. “Five times a week.”
“Maybe I’ll see you there. I need to get back on a regular workout schedule.”
Charlie glanced at the bulging arms beneath Rock’s tight white T-shirt and felt his cock twitch within the damp confines of his boxer briefs. Rock looked like he’d been born in the gym, surrounded by trainers rather than doctors and nurses.
“Yeah. Maybe we’ll run into each other. Thanks again for the ride.”
Charlie jumped down out of the car and when he straightened up was surprised to find Rock walking around the front. His heart jumped, and he felt his knees get a little weak. The man strode with such purpose, such intent in his expression, he must have made a monumental decision in the last few seconds of their conversation and discovered he could no longer go on without Charlie beside him. Now he would kiss him and whisk him away to his plush bedroom for a night of unparalleled sex.
Smiling up at the man with wide eyes, a palpitating heart, and a stiffening dick, Charlie received a dazzling smile as Rock walked up. The big man reached past him into the SUV and pulled the wet tarp off the leather seat. He closed the passenger door, stepped to the rear of the truck and shook the excess water from the tarp onto the sidewalk, then tossed it in the back. Waving to Charlie he called out, “Night,” and walked back to the driver’s door where he climbed in and drove away.
Charlie sighed and shook his head. He was hopeless. He entered the building, checked his mailbox, and then climbed the steps to his apartment. Trying not to look at the door behind which Brent used to live, Charlie let himself into his tiny studio apartment and went straight into the bathroom where his reflection explained all. His hair was matted down on the right side of his head and curled up in a weird wave on the left, probably from the glob of Brent’s come that had landed there earlier. The back had spiked up in three cowlicks and, to top it all off, a small runner of mucus had dried just outside of his right nostril.
Clearing his mind, Charlie took a hot shower after which he felt more invigorated. He didn’t have to be at the office tomorrow until noon, and he was feeling a little restless after riding home with Rock. Perhaps he needed a night out at the bars on his own, without Billy or Ken along for distraction. He got dressed (tight-tight jeans and a T-shirt that said Ready + Willing) and headed down to the street where he caught a bus for the industrial part of town. Tonight he’d prowl through unexplored country. Tonight he’d start over with a fresh outlook and a new attitude. Rock and Brent were the past. Someone unknown and exciting was his future.
3 — A Big Surprise
A shrill chirping drilled into Charlie’s brain and brought him up from the deep realm of sleep in which he was dreaming of fluffing Brent Harrington as the man sat on a boulder flanked by several smaller rocks all in the shape of Rock Harding’s head. Each of the heads hummed a different piece of classical music and somewhere in the distance a group of people played Marco Polo in a large pool.
More chirping. What was that? Charlie pried open an eye to find a cell phone resting on the bedside table. It chirped at him, and he reached out to snag it, more in the hopes of shutting it the hell up than actually answering. He held it to his ear and said in a raspy voice that sounded nothing like his own, “’Lo?”
“Uh, who is this?” a grating voice asked much too loudly.
“Oh, man,” Charlie groaned as his head throbbed. “Who is this?”
“Is that you?” the voice asked again.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Charlie moaned. “Who the fuck else would be answering my phone?”
“Actually,” a deep voice said from behind him, “it’s my phone.”
Charlie jumped and turned to find an attractive older man lying next to him. He stared at the man blankly for a moment then asked, “Who are you?”
The man smiled and gestured for the phone. Charlie looked at the receiver, realized it wasn’t his phone after all, and handed it to the man.
“Hello?” the man said. “Oh. Yeah, it’s me … That was a friend I met last night. What do you want?”
Charlie rolled over, the phone cord stretching over his bare shoulder, and groaned into the pillow. He could remember going to some dark, warehouse-style bar and having several drinks with some nice men he had never met before, but after that everything blurred together. He peeked over his shoulder at the man beside him and was pleasantly surprised. Angular, masculine face with a day-old beard, thinning blond hair, bright blue eyes and white, even teeth. The cleft in the chin must have acted as a magnet for him last night, what with thoughts of Rock Harding running rampant through his head.
Charlie got out of bed, moaned at the swell of pain in his head, and padded naked through the bedroom as the man’s voice lowered in what sounded like annoyance. He located the bathroom and sighed as he peed. What a relief. He washed his hands, splashed water on his face and smoothed down his hair as best he could, then found some aspirin in the medicine cabinet and swallowed four. He headed back into the bedroom just as the man was finishing up his call.
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll be long gone by then,” he said with obvious annoyance. “Good fucking bye.” He banged the phone down and grunted as he turned his back to it with a muttered, “Fuckin’ bitch.”
Charlie eased into bed behind the man and pressed up against his muscular body. He carefully kissed the top knobs of the man’s vertebrae as he slid his arm around the big chest and cupped a firm, hairy pectoral. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” the man said. “Sorry about that. Just some old business coming back to haunt me.”
Charlie nodded into the nape of the man’s neck. “I can relate.” He felt his cock harden and pressed it into the crack of his bed partner’s firm ass. “Feeling frisky this morning?”
The man rolled over and looked at Charlie’s face. “I could probably be convinced to spend a few hours satisfying you.”
Charlie smiled. “Wow, did I know how to pick ‘em last night, or what?”
The man grinned. “Actually, I picked you.”
“Oh, really?” Charlie blushed. “Last night is kind of a blur for me. I think I was drinking vodka tonics.”
The man nodded and pressed the firm line of his long, thick cock against Charlie’s thigh. “At first. Then you switched to shots of Jack Daniels.”
Charlie flinched. “Ouch. Did I do anything stupid?”
“Well, besides being asked to leave the bar because you were dancing naked on the pool table, not very much.” The man laughed at Charlie’s stricken expression. “Relax, I’m joking. And by the way, my name is Phrank.”
“Frank! Ah, yes, I remember it now,” Charlie said and leaned forward to kiss him.
“And it’s spelled with a P-H.”
Charlie pulled back and looked at him in confusion. “Huh?”
“My name.”
“P-H-R-A-N-K? Like that?”
“Yep.”
“But you say it like it’s spelled with an F?”
“Yep.”
Charlie thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay.” Maybe his parents were hippies.
Phrank laughed. “Thanks for your approval.” He rose to his knees, looming over him as the sheet fell away from his body and Charlie drank in the sight, immediately becoming fully aroused despite his dull headache. Phrank’s body was thick and firm, covered with a moderate layer of dark hair that contrasted with the light blond hair on his head and set off his blue eyes. Beneath the flat, taut stomach and sprouting out from a dark tangle of pubic hair was a long, thick, uncut cock. Beneath Phrank’s amazing tool hung a set of smooth, supple balls that made Charlie’s mouth water.
“Oh my God,” Charlie whispered. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Thanks.” Phrank wore a bright smile. “And so are you. Now, let’s get down to business, shall we?”
Walking on his knees up to Charlie’s face, Phrank offered up his pink, low hanging balls and Charlie slurped them into his mouth, caressing them with his tongue. Reaching up, he ran his hand along the length of Phrank’s body, pinching each nipple and ruffling the dark fur. Moving his hand lower, he wrapped his fingers around the solid length of Phrank’s cock and began to slowly stroke the man.
“Oh, yeah.” Phrank sighed. “That’s nice.” He leaned away, arching his back.
As he leaned back, Phrank’s balls settled deeper into Charlie’s mouth. Charlie slid his tongue along their smooth surface and tasted the salt of the man’s sleep sweat. He gulped them further into his throat and let his tongue run out to caress Phrank’s smooth perineum. While he bathed Phrank’s balls with saliva, Charlie kept up a steady rhythm on Phrank’s cock with his fist.
“Goddamn, Charlie,” Phrank moaned. “That’s really hot.”
Moving from Phrank’s balls to his cock, Charlie opened his mouth wide and began to slowly suck the man. The rumpled foreskin covering the slick, bulb slid back and forth with Charlie’s mouth and tongue. He reached up and pulled the foreskin back to expose the fat pink head and focused his oral attentions directly on the sensitive cap. With his other hand, Charlie gathered the skin just above Phrank’s balls and tugged it tight, rubbing the perineum with a finger.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Phrank gasped. Grasping the iron headboard to watch Charlie, he leaned forward. “That feels so good.”
Releasing the foreskin, Charlie nabbed it with his teeth and pulled it up over the head. He slid his tongue beneath the skin and massaged the reddening tip of the cock as he wrapped his hand around the base and squeezed.
Unable to stand it any longer, Phrank pulled his cock out of Charlie’s mouth and turned his back. He pushed the sheet off Charlie’s body and leaned down to take Charlie’s leaking cock in his mouth. Phrank positioned his asshole right over Charlie’s face and sighed as Charlie reached up and spread his tight, hairy cheeks apart to begin lapping at the hot, sweat-slicked folds of muscle within.
“Oh, yeah,” Charlie groaned up into Phrank’s hole. “Suck my cock.”
Phrank bobbed his head along the length of Charlie’s seven-and-a-half-inch dick. The shaft filled his throat with each downward thrust, and a small puddle of his spit began to gather in the wilderness of Charlie’s pubic bush.
Raising his head from the cock, Phrank pulled Charlie’s legs up and moved down to begin licking the smooth, pink pucker he had exposed. He rubbed at the tender opening with a thick thumb, working spit into the hole, then pressed down on either side of it to pop the muscle open and worked his tongue deeper inside.
Charlie groaned as Phrank slid his tongue inside him and reached up to grab his own ankles and pulled his legs further into the air. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, planting it over Phrank’s asshole and sucking at the wet, hair-shrouded skin beneath. He slowly licked along the length of Phrank’s crack and nuzzled his nose into the damp darkness of his asshole as he ran his tongue over the surface of Phrank’s balls.
“Oh, fuck, Charlie,” Phrank said. “That’s it. Eat my ass.”
“God, Phrank, I’m going to have to get a dick up my ass pretty soon if you keep doing that,” Charlie moaned.
“My pleasure,” Phrank replied and bent once more to his work.
After several more minutes of rimming, Phrank moved off Charlie and pulled a condom out of his nightstand. He eased it over his fat prick and lathered a liberal amount of lube along it. Pulling Charlie to the edge of the bed, Phrank slid a lubed finger up into him and watched his expression.
“Feel okay?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” Charlie replied.
Phrank pushed two more fingers into him then grabbed Charlie’s ankles and raised his legs up to rest on his shoulders. Guiding his throbbing, solid rod with his right hand, Phrank inched his way up inside Charlie’s ass. He felt the warm, wet muscles spread open and embrace his cock as the entire length slipped slowly inside.
“Oh my God,” Charlie gasped. “That is one monster of a fuckin’ dick.”
“Nine inches of hot cock, baby.” Phrank smirked. “And it’s as deep inside you as possible.”
“Oh, God,” Charlie said. “It’s a good thing, I don’t think I could take it any further.”
Phrank slid out of Charlie’s ass and gradually pierced him once again. He repeated the slow process several times, then began to pump his hips faster, pounding his cock deep into Charlie. Charlie felt his rectal muscles expand and contract around the invading object and closed his eyes to ride the waves of pleasure.
Pressing into Charlie to the hilt, Phrank paused for a moment and looked down at his face. He wriggled his hips and moved his cock in a circular motion where it lay buried inside Charlie’s ass. Charlie groaned and grabbed fistfuls of the sheet beneath him. Phrank grinned and began fucking him once again, his hips moving amazingly fast.