numbers and when he spotted Mickey and Jeff’s, he hesitated. He couldn’t socialize with them now. Not if he had to take disciplinary action.
Mark’s number came up on his list.
He tossed the phone onto his bed and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. Then, on a whim, he typed, Mark Antonious Richfield into the search engine, hitting, ‘images’.
“Oh God…” Billy could not believe the photographs of this man. His ads, shots from paparazzi, his promotion photos from the few guest appearances from the television shows and…
The centerfold Mark did for a UK magazine. Nude, wearing a mask.
That cock. That fucking cock.
Alex took after his father, and taking a cock that big was not fun. But Alex knew how deep he could go when he topped Billy , and never took advantage.
Billy stared at Mark’s bare chest, his long, thick hair, and his full lips.
He grew hard.
Standing, Billy got the tissue box and lubrication from the nightstand and sat back down after he stripped off his gym shorts. Using gel on his palm, Billy grabbed his cock and stared at that photo. He wondered how many men and women had jerked off to it. Millions.
But Billy knew Mark ; k new his smell, his voice, his life.
The thought of Mark wanting to come with him to see the boys practice SWAT training, Mark’s cop fetish, the way Mark held Billy’s uniform after the promotion ceremony , sniffing it…
Billy knew another thing .
If he wanted Mark Antonious Richfield? He could have him on a silver platter.
Billy cupped the head of his cock and came, closing his eyes and making sure he didn’t get cum on the keyboard.
He milked his dick a few times then used the tissues to clean up, staring at Mark in that sexy Mardi Gras-style mask, and knowing a hookup between them would be so easy.
But…
Nothing was kept secret for long. And that kind of behavior? Well, it would be the end of his relationship with all of Mark’s friends, and … Alexander.
So. It could never happen.
Billy closed down the computer, washed up for bed, and shut off his phone. If Alex wanted him? Tough shit. It was too late.
~
Alexander was dead on his feet.
They had done the same scene again and again. This time Mr Ford was not happy.
Though they had started at nine in the morning, it was ten at night, and Alex couldn’t think, let alone remember his lines.
The set up for one of the scene s was with Alex’s character being mugged, and saved by Randy’s character. His exhaustion was making him make mistakes in the dialogue, and not only was Mr Ford growing angry, the cast and crew were as well.
Alex felt as if he w as too much of an amateur for this type of film. The sex scenes were easy. He’d d one so many in the vampire drama . But set up like this? Having a man jump him, put an arm around his throat to choke him?
Alex had no idea how to react, so he had to learn. And the learning curve was horrifying him. His natural reaction would be to fight, to claw at the assailant and go for his nuts. Not this. Not act helpless.
So again, even though his brain was shot, and he could barely keep his eyes open, the glowing clapper night board was held up and Alex had to go through this scene again. And his neck was killing him. How many times could he be choked without it actually hurting ? And! He had to remember to use his accent when his adrenalin was surging. This actor was not pretending to choke him . And no doubt Mr Ford wanted the reality. If the action called for a smack in th e face, you got fucking smacked.
The crew got ready for filming.
“Scene thirty-four alpha. Take fifteen.”
“Sound speed.”
“Camera ready.”
Alex stood in the dark alley in his jacket and scarf and dreaded the assault. At least for a few moments, he had no dialogue.
“Action!” George Ford shouted as he stood behind a monitor .
Out of nowhere he was attacked. Alex grabbed at the arm that choked him from behind as he was dragged backwards into a narrow alley between stone
Mark’s number came up on his list.
He tossed the phone onto his bed and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. Then, on a whim, he typed, Mark Antonious Richfield into the search engine, hitting, ‘images’.
“Oh God…” Billy could not believe the photographs of this man. His ads, shots from paparazzi, his promotion photos from the few guest appearances from the television shows and…
The centerfold Mark did for a UK magazine. Nude, wearing a mask.
That cock. That fucking cock.
Alex took after his father, and taking a cock that big was not fun. But Alex knew how deep he could go when he topped Billy , and never took advantage.
Billy stared at Mark’s bare chest, his long, thick hair, and his full lips.
He grew hard.
Standing, Billy got the tissue box and lubrication from the nightstand and sat back down after he stripped off his gym shorts. Using gel on his palm, Billy grabbed his cock and stared at that photo. He wondered how many men and women had jerked off to it. Millions.
But Billy knew Mark ; k new his smell, his voice, his life.
The thought of Mark wanting to come with him to see the boys practice SWAT training, Mark’s cop fetish, the way Mark held Billy’s uniform after the promotion ceremony , sniffing it…
Billy knew another thing .
If he wanted Mark Antonious Richfield? He could have him on a silver platter.
Billy cupped the head of his cock and came, closing his eyes and making sure he didn’t get cum on the keyboard.
He milked his dick a few times then used the tissues to clean up, staring at Mark in that sexy Mardi Gras-style mask, and knowing a hookup between them would be so easy.
But…
Nothing was kept secret for long. And that kind of behavior? Well, it would be the end of his relationship with all of Mark’s friends, and … Alexander.
So. It could never happen.
Billy closed down the computer, washed up for bed, and shut off his phone. If Alex wanted him? Tough shit. It was too late.
~
Alexander was dead on his feet.
They had done the same scene again and again. This time Mr Ford was not happy.
Though they had started at nine in the morning, it was ten at night, and Alex couldn’t think, let alone remember his lines.
The set up for one of the scene s was with Alex’s character being mugged, and saved by Randy’s character. His exhaustion was making him make mistakes in the dialogue, and not only was Mr Ford growing angry, the cast and crew were as well.
Alex felt as if he w as too much of an amateur for this type of film. The sex scenes were easy. He’d d one so many in the vampire drama . But set up like this? Having a man jump him, put an arm around his throat to choke him?
Alex had no idea how to react, so he had to learn. And the learning curve was horrifying him. His natural reaction would be to fight, to claw at the assailant and go for his nuts. Not this. Not act helpless.
So again, even though his brain was shot, and he could barely keep his eyes open, the glowing clapper night board was held up and Alex had to go through this scene again. And his neck was killing him. How many times could he be choked without it actually hurting ? And! He had to remember to use his accent when his adrenalin was surging. This actor was not pretending to choke him . And no doubt Mr Ford wanted the reality. If the action called for a smack in th e face, you got fucking smacked.
The crew got ready for filming.
“Scene thirty-four alpha. Take fifteen.”
“Sound speed.”
“Camera ready.”
Alex stood in the dark alley in his jacket and scarf and dreaded the assault. At least for a few moments, he had no dialogue.
“Action!” George Ford shouted as he stood behind a monitor .
Out of nowhere he was attacked. Alex grabbed at the arm that choked him from behind as he was dragged backwards into a narrow alley between stone
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