Part Thirty-Nine
“Oh, shit your mother is going to kill me.” I could still hear my words. All Seth did was laugh.
“No, she won't. She likes you. Why do you think she trusts me with you? She figured we might even hook up. Which would be ok with me, too, because I don't think Logan is so hot as a top. He's much better as a bottom. You want to fuck me?”
“Seth! Easy, fella.” He followed me into my room at the Dorm.
“Come on, let's do it.” He rubbed up against me and gently squeezed my cock. “Damn, that thing is much bigger than Logan's.”
“Hey, come on. Quit it.” The little rascal had my jeans undone before I could pull away from him. I knew I should have worn underwear. While I was holding my pants up Seth pounced on me, toppling me onto the bed.
He landed on top pinning me down. He kissed me and my mistake was letting him. It only inspired him. “At least let me suck you.” He slid down and commenced. He wasn't very good at it, but he was enthusiastic. He held my cock in his hand and looked at it, “Mmmmm … nice.” Then he went down on it again, gagging a little.
“Ow! Teeth!” I got serious about taking control of the situation and pulled away from him, trying to tuck myself back into my jeans. “Practice on Logan's cock,” I told him.
“At least I got a little,” he grinned, pleased with his attempt to seduce me.
“Call your mother. Now! I'm taking a shower.” I went into the bathroom, deciding to show confidence in him and not lock the door. Another mistake. A minute later a naked Seth joined me under the spray.
He wasn't skinny exactly, but his teenaged slimness emphasized the wet, shiny swell of his ass. In spite of my good intentions, my head filled with thoughts of how sweet and easy to fuck he would be.
“Take it easy,” he said, “I'm not going to rape you. I can't get in my mother's car smelling of Logan's cum.” I consented and in a flash the little fucker had his soapy hands all over me. My cock quickly responded to his touch.
“Nice,” he murmured, “Now feel me.” He put my hand on his cock and pulled my head down so he could kiss me. He seemed to know what he was doing in the kissing department. Then he turned around and pushed his ass against my cock, sliding around on the lubrication of the slippery suds. We soaped each other up and it was actually kind of fun, goofing around. Then he began stroking me more seriously and humping his soapy cock against my body. A few more kisses and we were at the point of no return. Again he turned around and rubbed his slippery ass against my cock. “Please fuck me.” I stood still, leaning against the wall while he pulled his ass cheeks apart for me. “Please, Eric, please.” He held my cock against his pucker and backed onto it, slowly, gradually.
I could tell it was hurting him, but he kept going, holding his breath and then pushing more. “Oh. Oh, man, I'm so getting fucked,” he moaned as he took more of my cock. He trembled and I held him so he wouldn't fall. Then he resumed. “Oh, that's a big cock,” he gasped as he took it all. I felt his ass pressing on my pubic bone. ”Now fuck me,” he cooed, rocking a little. “Oh, yes, fuck me.” But I didn't. I stood still and let him control the motions. As he moved gently in tiny motions back and forth, I held him around the chest with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. “Oh! Eric! I'm gonna … Yeah!” He erupted and I had to use all my strength to keep him from falling. He gasped and shook as his balls emptied.
When he recovered we got out of the shower. “Wait, you didn't get off,” he said.
“That's ok,” I started to dry myself.
“No, it isn't.” He decided to try cocksucking again and did much better this time, getting me off alright, but he miscalculated the cum shot and took it in the face, took quite a lot in the face actually, and groped his way back into the shower asking if cum could damage his vision permanently.
He rinsed down again and got out without any damage. I had to admit he was a gamer.
“When is your mother coming?” I asked.
“Oh, I haven't called her yet - in case you want to go again.” He was in my arms, offering himself.
“Call her and the fewer details you give her about today the better.”
We were both dressed and looking like nothing had happened when Amanda got there. “Eric, they're expanding your part. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. And don't let Logan steal all the scenes.”
“Hah!” said Seth with a knowing smile, “like that would ever happen.”
His mother looked at him curiously, “And how was your day, Seth?” she asked as they left.
“Let's just say the chance of me making you a grandmother increased enormously after today.”
“Reeee-ally?” asked Amanda. “What happened, my sweet little boychick?”
“Sorry, Mom. You don't get the details anymore.”
“Oh, wait a sec. Eric?” she knocked and I opened the door.
“Seth got me off track; can you go out with Maddie tonight?” I said sure and she responded, “I wish all my clients were as cooperative as you.”
Seth was standing behind her and blew me a kiss. “I wish all you clients were half of what Eric is.”
She looked at him quizzically and then gave me the details about meeting Maddie.
The event was a minor award show calling for dressy casual, as Maddie called it, no tux or gown, but no ripped jeans either. I always enjoyed being with Maddie; and we were with another couple who were fun, just having a good time, no other agenda. Maddie was nominated for a model award, which she didn't win but she should have. Afterward I again went to her apartment and spent the night. The session with Seth had left me horny and I was pretty much a tiger that night. Maddie was pleasantly worn out and asked, “Are you sure you're gay?” She asked again in the morning.
“If anybody could talk me out of it, you could,” I told her.
That pleased her and she said, “You know, Eric, if you wanted to do anything about that, I could go along. There are lots of riskier people than you. Wait, that sounds so negative - and what I'm trying to say is if you would want to make this a longer-term arrangement, I'd love to, without thinking twice.”
“But thinking twice is exactly what you should do. You deserve somebody's undivided attention.”
“I don't know if I'm going to get it,” she frowned. Then she told me she was almost engaged to a producer. “He's considerate and attentive and undemanding. The sex is better than ok, but it's not too special. I'd kind of be a trophy wife, and in return he's willing to have children and he represents a lot of security. He's not the love of my life; but I don't know who is. You come the closest; you are kind of dreamy, you know. Does that make me mercenary?”
“That makes you practical, but what's wrong with that? Being practical about marriage worked for centuries.”
I left for the studio before Vera arrived and got another wink from Deck. “You're keeping this movie in the news, guy. The producers like you. And Maddie's spectacular.”
“Maddie and I worked together on my first job. We're friends, very, very good friends; but it's not going anywhere. It's geography as much as anything. Would you like to meet her?”
“Are you kidding?”
“No. Serious.”
“Eric, I'd love to meet her.” Deck looked interested in a way that made me wish he wasn't straight. He was grade-A boyfriend material for some lucky girl.”
“Um, you're not married, are you? I wouldn't want to do that to her.”
“No, never. I'm ready, willing, and available.”
Later in the day, after calling Maddie, I tracked down Deck. “Here's her phone number. She knows your name and will expect a call; but she's going to be out of town for the next three weeks. Call her in three or four weeks and don't delay or you'll miss the chance. You've got competition.”
“Thanks.”
“Deck? She's smart and down-to-earth and charming and she doesn't deserve a rotten deal from anybody.”
“I'm glad you're protective, Eric. I won't disappoint you.”
Finally that afternoon, I got a scene talking to a real person. It was Mara. The scene was just to advance the plot; it wasn't difficult. I talked about games and she talked about dances. When it was over, I thanked her for being professional and patient with me.
“What do you mean patient? We did it in two takes. I'd be half a day doing the same thing with Logan. It's good fifteen million young girls love his ass; if he had to depend on his acting skills, he'd be flipping burgers.”
Before we left the set Gianni diLauro asked for one more take. He made it up on the spot. I was supposed to look earnest and ask Mara to the prom, she was supposed to look conflicted but finally tell me she was going with Logan. It took about two minutes and we were done.
“I think Gianni likes you,” Mara said. “Your part is getting bigger.”
“Is that good? The liking me stuff, not the part.”
“Depends. He's got a boy friend at the moment; so you're safe. Otherwise he might expect something from you.”
“Boyfriend? Didn't I meet his wife on the first day?”
“Hollywood, Eric. Things are flexible; successful people get whatever they want; and everybody goes along with it because we all want the glamor. Both the wife and the boyfriend know they're only temporary.”
“Well, the only reason I'm here is because some drunk women ripped my pants off.”
“Was that you? I thought there was something familiar about you.” She laughed and then added, “You were so cute and unaware of your appeal in that clip.”
So the shoot continued. Instead of being an older mentor for Logan's character; I was made into a rival and was in about a quarter of the scenes. I lost the girl, but won the big game. Colin took over the mentor role, stayed on good behavior, and seemed to do well; but Deck said I had the featured role and would be the one remembered. Finally my last scene was done and it was time to go back to Alameda. Without being too much of a suck-up I tried to thank everybody who had helped me, especially the editing crew, and got encouraging words in return. Of course, words don't mean much, but they were still nice to hear.
I called Larry to warn him I was on my way home and he said, “There's a surprise waiting for you. I'll pick you up at the airport.” True to his word he was waiting for me at the baggage claim and drove me home.
“What's the surprise?”
All he would say was, “You'll see.”
I walked in the door and dropped my bags. The light of my life went on again. Suddenly my chest hurt and all I could say was “Z.”
