-Dylan Drake-
The guy’s on his knees in front of me.It’d be the easiest thing in the world to walk around him, but why deny myself simple pleasure when it’s offered so freely.Besides, the kid’s cute.I say kid, but he’s probably only a year or two younger than me.He’s just not been hardened by Hollywood and a fucked-up world in quite the same way.His big hazel eyes are pleading as he stares up at me.
I get it, I silently reassure him.I know what it’s like to want something so much you’re prepared to risk everything in order to get it.It’s how I scored my first role, and I haven’t looked back since the camera rolled on theSunsettersshoot.
“Is there something you want?”I trace my thumb along the edge of my fly and his eyes bulge a little.A fine mist of perspiration peppers his brow.What he wants is my dick in his mouth, even if he’s not ready to admit that aloud.It’s what he’s wanted since he turned up in my life two days ago.I don’t know what his official role is, underling to some other studio underling, something exceedingly unremarkable, but then he doesn’t exactly dive on opportunities.I swanned around for two hours last night in nothing but a towel and we never got further than him drinking me down with his pretty eyes.It got to the point where I was ready to ditch the Egyptian cotton and give my dick a full work out right in front of him, while he flitted about trying to look busy.Only reason it didn’t happen was that Howard Falchard’s too big a killjoy to allow me my kicks.Apparently, one fan getting a little obsessive requires sobriety on my part.Good thing Howard isn’t around today.
“Do you want to see what I’ve got?”
His lips part, but he still doesn’t say a word.There’s a change in his breathing though, a little catch that gives him away.I hope the kid never takes up poker.
I open up my palm and give my package a squeeze.
The action makes him lick his lips.I don’t think he’s out.That’s what this is about.Exposing yourself is always a gamble, and it feels so much more of a gamble when you play the game for the first time.The subsequent thrills are never quite the same.
I unhook the waistband of my trousers with my thumb, slide the zipper.It’s a tease, because he can’t see anything but a sliver of black underwear.“Shall I undress some more?”
“Yes.”
Bravo!He’s using actual fucking language, and since he asked so nicely, I drop my trousers and boxer briefs so he gets a clear view of what it is that has him so enraptured.I’m half-hard, thickened by low-level arousal and the promise of some fun, but not quite perked up enough to mean genuine business.A couple of idle pulls sorts out that.
His Adam’s apple bobs and he swallows as he watches.He can’t take his eyes off my hand…off my dick.A tent forms in the front of his slacks.
“Why don’t you get it out and show me what you’re packing?”
“Huh?”
Boy, he really is clueless.I could totally fix that, but we’re working to a time limit here.I’ve a charity dinner to attend, a speech to give…
“Get it out and let’s see you stroke it.”
Apparently he’s good with direct instructions.He shoves his clothing down to his knees between one slow blink of his eyelids and the next.Unlike mine, his dick is taut against his abs, so stiff it probably hurts too much to touch.Sure enough he flinches when he wraps his fist around it and follows along with the up-down motion I’m using to fan the flames of this little diversion.Kid’s gonna come without me ever having laid a finger on him.There’s already pre-come leaking all over his hand.Unless he’s got a reserve of hidden stamina he’s going to be shooting over my shoes.
“Have you sucked a dick before?”
He shakes his head.The movement is so slight it’s near imperceptible; most of it is in his eyes.
“Do you want to suck my dick?”
“Man!”he gasps, and he jerks and shoots his stuff all over my Balmoral Boots.
Serious hair trigger, dude!
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
I’m not joking; he attempts to clean up with his own shirt sleeve.
“Hey.”Once I have his attention and he’s looking up again, I take a pace towards him, which forces him to straighten up his back unless he wants his head planted between my thighs.“I asked you a question?”
“Sorry, yeah…sorry.”
“Stop apologising.I have other shoes.”Not that I intend to change out of the ones I’m wearing.Situations such as these are what wet wipes were invented for.“So?”
“I do, but…I’m not sure how good I’ll be.”
“You’ll be fine.It’s really not that difficult.Just keep your teeth out of the way and we’ll be good.”
“Yeah?”
