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The shorter actor gasped and managed to utter, I m cumming.
Charlie backed off from the now erupting cock and let the
warm semen splash over his face. His fist was still pumping along
the hard muscle of the taller actor s dick and he turned to begin
sucking on it. It did not take long for him to bring this man to
orgasm as well, moving away just in time for the actor s seed to
spurt up into his face.
Oh, fuck, Charlie said. He could feel hands on his cock and
wondered when his pants had been pulled down his thighs. He
leaned back and rode the actors fists to a gusher of an orgasm,
panting and gasping as he fought to catch his breath afterwards.
Wow! someone said from across the room and Charlie
blinked his eyes open. The director and cameraman were standing
there, both with stunned looks on their faces. Charlie, that was
really fucking hot.
Huh? Charlie looked over the two actors reclining before
him. Oh, fuck. I m sorry. Oh, shit.
No, no, no, the director said and approached him with a
large towel. Here, clean yourself up.
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Charlie wiped up as best he could, then reassembled his clothes
and met up with the director in the kitchen. The actors were sharing
a shower off in another part of the house.
Look, I m really sorry I did that, Charlie said. I haven t
made someone cum in a long time.
The director smiled. Charlie, I want to make you a deal.
A deal?
Yes. I want to pay you so I can use that scene in my movie.
Charlie frowned. What scene?
The one I just finished filming with you and John and Corey.
The director smiled.
You . . . Charlie stopped, his blood running cold. You
filmed that?
Yes! The director clapped his hands. It was great! Do you
have any idea how hot you were?
Charlie shook his head, stunned. No.
You were very hot. So fucking hot I can almost see the movies
flying off the store shelves. Every gay man in America will want to
whack off while watching your scene.
I . . . My scene? Charlie paused. What was happening? I
didn t want to be filmed. I was just doing my job.
Well, from where I was standing, it looked like you were over
performing. The director s smiled slipped a bit, becoming cooler,
more dangerous. Would you like me to report this to the other
directors? I could you know. Then what would happen? Do you
think you would be able to get work anymore? This isn t the kind of
thing a director wants to happen on his set without his approval.
Anger flickered through Charlie s eyes. That s blackmail.
No, honey, the director replied. It s life. Think it over. You
have twenty four hours. He presented Charlie with a business
card and headed back into the living room. Is that cleaned up yet?
Where are those bitches? Someone go get them out of the shower
before they cause a water shortage.
Charlie hung his head and left the beach house, not even
bothering to get his time card signed. What had he done now? Just
when he thought everything was going so well, he had to go and
do something stupid.
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He caught a bus back into town, staring out the window and
ignoring the other passengers. If he allowed the scene to be used,
he might get other acting jobs, which would be okay, he guessed.
He didn t really want to be a porn actor, though, he was happy
being a fluffer. Aside from that, the thing that was really bothering
him was he hadn t known he was being filmed. It wasn t the fact
that the scene had been caught on tape, it was the manner in which
the director had gone about it. He had been dishonest. And then
he had given Charlie an ultimatum. What was he going to do?
Whatever his decision was, he would have to make it in twenty-
four hours.
Charlie thought about it the rest of the morning and was
happy to see his neighbor Brent Harrington walking around in a
pair of boxer shorts when he showed up at another job site that
afternoon.
Hey, Charlie, Brent called. He walked over, the length of his
cock swaying beneath the cotton boxers. It s good to see you.
Charlie smiled. Hi Brent. Good to see you too.
How s Billy doing?
Charlie nodded. He s okay. The Ecstasy wore off by the next
morning and he was back to being himself. Charlie looked away,
distracted by his inner contemplation.
Hey, something wrong? Brent asked, his black eyebrows
knitting together in concern.
Well, sort of. Charlie told him about being filmed and the
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