Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 15:59:39 CST
From: River Rat <riverrat56@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Hollywood Stud

I felt like such a tourist. Los Angeles is an exciting city, but can also be
scary with the traffic, complex highways, and people who look right through
you. Thank goodness for the hotel shuttle, which rescued me from the giant
labyrinth of LAX and safely delivering me to the hotel. I had been planning
this trip for almost a year, begging my company to send me to this
conference, justifying the need, finding room in the budget. Finally, I was
in sunny southern California, palm trees, ocean breezes, and a secret
agenda. I felt like James Bond, super spy, working out the details, making
sure I didn't get caught, feeling more sexy and alive than I had in years.
In order for you to appreciate the story, let me go back to the beginning.

I discovered a whole new side to my personality when I began to surf the
Internet. At first, it was all work on a new computer, and later, I was
consumed at home till late into the night. I'll admit I was curious about
lots of stuff, but the sexual web sights got my interest quickest. I'm
happily married with 2 teenage kids, good job, loving wife, good friends and
family, but sometimes I just got this 'itch' to explore more, delve deeper.
My sexual curiosity soon had me into some pretty hardcore stuff, and I
quickly developed a taste for the forbidden, man-to-man sex. Oh, I knew that
I had attractions to other guys, but never worried too much about it. I fell
deeply in love with my wife, and left all that behind me, that is, that is
until I found the Internet.

As my curiosity grew, I found myself exploring all kinds of sites.  One that
quickly became my favorite was Nifty Archives. I read the stories and wrote
to authors that I really liked. About a year ago, I got up the nerve and
submitted my first story. I was nervous, but was encouraged by the
interesting e-mails I received. It got like a game with me, writing the
stories, which was so stimulating that I'd jerk-off every time, then getting
off again on the e-mails from the guys who'd respond. It was great fun, very
erotic, and a huge boost to the ego.

Last fall I received my first e-mail from Max. At first our e-mails were
short and to the point. I responded to his comments, and soon we were
writing fairly often. He was very careful of his identity, but shared that
he wrote screenplays in Los Angeles. He became more sexual in his comments
over time, and one day he became almost graphic, later apologizing for being
so horny. He said my stories got him 'off' every time and that I was his
favorite author.

Over the next several months, we became closer, and talked a lot about
writing skills, the difficulty of making money in Hollywood, past successes,
and his current difficulties. Finally Max told me that he had taken some
contract jobs with an upscale studio in the gay adult film industry. He
asked if he could he use some of my story plots for his new job. At first I
was very flattered by this, but after his second request, began to inquire
about my own interests.

Max apologized for using me, but stated there was very little money for the
screenplays in the adult film industry, and he was barely making it himself.
I compromised with the plan that Max would send me pictures of himself as
payment in kind. The first was very erotic, seated in white underwear and
green pullover shirt, jerking off a huge cock. It was so hot, I could barely
contain my own orgasm, jacking off at my work desk after hours.

As my conference became closer, I implied that I would like to meet Max
while in LA, and maybe tour the studio where he works. He reluctantly
agreed, as a compromise to keep the story ideas coming. With any luck, Max
would be at the hotel today for that tour. Sitting on the shuttle bus, my
erection was almost unbearable in anticipation of meeting Max. I managed to
contain the energy, check into the hotel and the conference, and make it to
the room.

I took a shower and shaved. Wore some sexy Calvin Kline underwear, brushed
my teeth, and waited. I wanted to jerk-off to gain some control, but
resisted the idea. I had never been with another man since getting married
20 years earlier. Max was 28, a screenplay writer living in LA. What would
he want to do with a 43 year of married guy from Kansas?

When the knock finally came, I jumped up in surprise. My hands were sweating
and my heart was beating in my ears as I answered the door. Max was
beautiful, a good southern California model of health and beauty. He was
about 6, 170 pounds, hazel eyes, with short brown hair parted on the right.
My first impulse was young white republican, in a Matthew Broderick kind of
way. His smile was disarming, and I found my voice unable to work. I stood
there, mouth hanging open.

"You must be Josh.  Aren't you going to invite me in?" he said.

"Oh...sure...come in." I replied feeling stupid.

"Nice room. When does your conference start?"

"There some stuff tonight, but mainly tomorrow morning. The pictures you
sent me don't do you justice."

"Well thanks.  Its weird finally meeting you after all the stuff we've
shared. I can feel myself blush as I remember some of the pictures I sent
you."

"Yeah, they were pretty hot. I spent many a time jerking off to them."

"Hey, how about some dinner. You look hungry and ready to see the city."

Max was a wonderful tour guide. We ate at a Koo Koo Roo, a local chicken
place crawling with lots of young buff guys. Max explained that this was
their favorite place of the muscle guys eating high protein, low fat diets.
It was a real pleasure to watch them in the California afternoon sun.

I felt like royalty as Max played tour guide and entertained me. I was even
more entertained looking at his body, remembering what was underneath the
clothes, and all the personal thoughts and details he had previously shared
with me. I was so aroused, being charmed by this guy, wondering if I was
ready to cross the line, already aware that I wouldn't have the self-control
to resist any invitation.

After our late lunch, Max took me to the studio in Van Nuys.  I guess I
expected a giant penis bell tower, but it could have been any office
building in America. The guard seemed to recognize Max and waved us in. He
even had keys to the side door. At first it looked like a typical office,
but soon we entered the sound stage. There were lots of people milling
about, but there was no filming. The guys in white terry robes were the
first clue. The second was the light aimed at a large bed. We sat in a dark
corner and observed the crew in action.

I was expecting the typical Hollywood words "Ready, Set, Action" but instead
found a much more informal atmosphere. The guys took off their robes, and
seemed to begin their scene with little fanfare. I was very aroused by the
kissing and touching by the actors. All the lights and equipment made it
difficult to see everything, but the guys were quickly erect and shifting
into some pretty complicated positions. I had to shift my own erection, and
was worried about shooting in my pants. What surprised me most was how
boring it became after a half-hour. They changed camera angles and repeated
some of the close up scenes. Max got up and led me off the set.

"I knew you'd enjoy that. What do you think?" he asked.

"Pretty hot stuff, but not as sexual as I thought it might be. There are all
so cold and technical about it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. After the newness wears off, it's just another
business."

Max took me into a small conference room. He brought out a lap top computer
and a several scripts. He motioned me to set diagonal from him.

"Here is the script from the story you wrote 'Computer Guy.' I've tried to
adapt it to a screenplay, but need some advice. Sometimes I wonder why I
bother, as most directors do whatever they want. Let's see...the bathroom
scene works quite well, but the final scene at the computer needs some
help," Max said.

We worked for about an hour on the details of the scene. I was pretty
aroused by all the talk, but felt in control. Looking at Max, his smile and
attentive stare were very flattering. I felt like a sixteen-year-old on his
first crush, totally giddy and highly susceptible to his advances.

"The studio plans to start shooting this next month. I recently saw photos
of the two main characters. Would you like to see them?" he asked.

"That would be great."

Max left for a moment and came back with some glossy 8x10's. I had never
seen such pictures. Naked guys, handsome, well endowed. Wow, my character
was going to be beautiful. The second guy was just as handsome, shorter, and
more muscular. His pictures included one with an erection, a massive organ
with impressive girth.

I replied, "These two guys should work just fine. I bet casting must be a
fun job."

"Yes, I could think of worse things. Imagine the power of 'Now takes your
pants off.' A tough job, I'm sure."

We joked and chatted as we left the studio. Max was a perfect gentleman,
opening the doors and such. It was getting dark, and the city was beautiful,
especially coming over the hills and seeing the city below. We drove through
West Hollywood, and he pointed out many of the gay sights. We stopped by a
big upscale sex shop called The Pleasure Chest, where local legend has it
that it's where Madonna buys her sex toys. I felt my face flush as we walked
down isles of toys, many of which I didn't understand their purpose. Max
seemed amused by my Kansas innocence.

It was still too early to call it a night. Max suggested a movie at Mann's
Chinese Theater. I had seen it on TV during some awards show, and enjoyed
the regal atmosphere of the lobby. Max treated me to some popcorn and soda,
as we took a seat near the back of the theater. I found myself relaxing in
the cool darkness, that is, until I felt Max's hand on my thigh. The
adrenaline rush was quite fantastic. I sat quietly, completely aroused by
his touch. I spread my legs, giving an indication that I enjoyed it. He
moved higher up my thigh, and finally found my hardness. I wasn't sure what
to do, or what was next. This was much too public a place to get more
involved. He rubbed my harness and caressed my sensitive balls.

I was completely aroused when he unzipped my slacks. He simply slipped his
hand inside and caressed me, next slipping inside my underwear. Max never
looked my way, and appeared completely engrossed in the movie. I could feel
the first trickle of sweat, even thought the theater was not hot. I scooted
forward, giving more room to explore. He found pre-cum, which he spread
around the tip.

I'm not sure how long he played, but it felt like forever. When he pulled
his hand away, I was only seconds from cuming. He may have sensed this. He
didn't zip me up. I wasn't sure what to do, but felt brave enough to move my
hand to his thigh. He was warm to the touch, and my senses were on fire with
lust.  His slacks were fairly tight, and his muscles were easily detected. I
moved further up, and could feel him shift positions in his seat. I first
detected the softness of his balls. There was more room in his pants here,
and they shifted at my touch. His penis was easy to detect, and I remembered
the size from the pictures I had jerked off to for months. It was down his
left pants leg, easily within reach. I slipped my hand along its length, and
felt it become even more engorged. I had to touch it, and found his zipper.
I fumbled with it, and finally Max lowered it for me.

Inside, I felt his cotton boxers.  His shaft was extended out the lose leg
opening. It was already too hard to change this fact. I couldn't get my hand
far enough inside to touch the tip, so I snaked my fingers through the fly.
His public hair was coarse yet silky to the touch. After all the fantasy
stories I had written, all the times I had masturbated thinking about this
moment, I was finally touching my first hard cock since college, 20 years
before.

It was difficult to keep a straight face and watch the movie. I can't even
remember what was playing on screen, but I'll never forget the playing I was
doing. Max startled me as he raised his butt, and shifted his cock so it
protruded through the fly. I had to be careful to keep it contained in his
slacks. For the first time, I could feel it's slippery tip, and move my
fingers around the head. He slit was slick, and I rubbed it around with the
finger.

In this position, I also had better access to his balls. I rolled them with
my fingers, and noted their size. I could feel the veins that would brought
the blood to his organ. I was suddenly aware that the movie was ending, and
Max shifted his massive cock back into his pants and zipped up. He placed
the popcorn tub in front to hide the obvious bulge. During the credits, I
stood up, only to realize that my pants were unzipped. I quickly zipped up,
hoping no one else noticed. My erection was not near as difficult to hide as
his.

Back in his car, I felt the urgent need for relief. All the foreplay in the
theater had aroused an urgent need.

Max started the conversation "Well, that was a great movie. What did you
think?"

"To be honest, I don't remember much about the movie."

"I've got some stuff planned for us tomorrow, would that be OK?"

"I would like that. There's some type of activity with the conference, but
I'll skip that. What time will you pick me up?"

Max replied "Let me think, I've got an afternoon meeting. How about I pick
you up about 6."

Max's Volvo was pretty roomy, but he seats were close enough that my hand
found it's way to his lap. His erection was gone, but his flesh still filled
out his underwear. As he drove, he made several sounds that indicated he
liked my touch. I pulled down his zipper, and worked my hand inside.

"Man that feels good, but I can't handle this while driving."

He quickly pulled off the highway, and found a dark parking lot. He parked
in the corner, near a wooden fence. Without saying a word, he turned off the
car, reclined his seat, and raised the steering wheel. He unfastened his
belt and the button. He raised his butt and lowered his boxers and slacks to
mid thigh.

My hand immediately returned, fondling his recently released cock. It stood
straight up from his lap. I was too afraid to take it orally, but found
immense pleasure stroking it with my hand. I found his balls, and played
with them. I raised his polo shirt, and found those large nipples, which I
remembered from his pictures. It was totally new and yet there was a sense
of having already been there.

By now, Max was leaking pre-cum. After the hour of fondling in the movie, I
knew he was ready to cum. I increased the rhythm of my strokes, and watched
as he approached orgasm. His feet pushed against the floorboard, and his
butt lifted off the seat. His hands were folded behind his head, and were
pushing his head forward. His facial expression changed and his breathing
stopped. In a last gasp of tension, his first volley of cum hit his chest. I
felt the pulse of fluids flow through his shaft as the second surge filled
his navel. The next I rubbed into his cock as I finished my strokes. His
butt returned to the seat, and his breathing began with a gasp. I found some
fast food napkins and began to clean him up. He quietly pulled up his slacks
and down his shirt. He turned and smiled at me.

"That was great. Thank you. Can I help you?"

"I'd love it, yes."

Max turned on his side, and helped me recline the seat. He started with the
zipper, and I quickly unfastened my belt, and pulled everything down to my
knees. Max's hand quickly went to work on my shaft. He found my balls, and
gently caressed them. He touched the area below with his finger tip and
returned to the shaft. I was urgently in need of release, and knew that I
could not last long. I pulled my shirt up to my neck, and closed my eyes.
His touch was like magic, and I soon felt that familiar feeling, deep behind
my balls, which told me I was near.

Max suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and started to complain, when I saw
his devilish grin. He moved his hands to my nipples. I could feel my cock
throb, and was almost in pain from my need to cum. He played with my chest
and tummy. I wanted to push his hand to my hardness, but found the strength
to let him play. Finally, he returned to my shaft. He took a drop of pre-cum
to his lips. The teasing was driving me crazy, He rubbed more of it around
the crown, and found that special spot just below the slit.

Suddenly, he resumed his pumping, and expertly brought me to orgasm. As all
the body parts quickly came into play, I almost felt pain from the intensity
of the muscle contractions. The first volley of cum hit my chin, a total
surprise that I could still shoot that far. Max continued stroking until I
was completely spent, and sensitive to his touch. There was cum all over my
chest and tummy, an impressive show for me.

Max tenderly wiped up my semen. It took several napkins to complete the job.
I suddenly felt very vulnerable and restored my clothing. I wasn't sure what
to say, and felt so tired that I could barely think. I could not get the
smile on my face to relax, and knew it would hurt tomorrow.

Max continued his role as tour guide, and talked most way back to the motel.
I was relieved when he did not offer to come inside. I was exhausted and I
think he sensed that. We reviewed our plans for tomorrow, and he was
suddenly gone.

The guilt was not too far behind, and I tried to wash it off in the shower.
I called my wife, forgetting about he two-hour time difference. I suddenly
missed her very much. Sleep came much too slowly, my brain unable to shut
down.

The next morning arrived with bright sunshine in my eyes. My first response
was to curse at the intrusion, but couldn't help enjoy its warmth. I was
quickly off to the conference, which began with a breakfast buffet. The day
moved quickly, but I often found myself thinking about Max and our evening
plans.

I waited under the portico for his Volvo. He was right on time, sunlight
reflecting off his perfect teeth. His boyish good looks and friendly smile
would disarm Jessie Helms. We were quickly off for a bite of dinner. Max
refused to tell me his agenda for the evening, and I was flattered by his
playfulness. We ate dinner at one of those restaurants that you can find in
any suburban city in America.

Max next took me to a bar in West Hollywood called RAGE. It obviously was a
gay bar, my first. I was a little nervous as we found a table in the corner.
There were lots of young buff guys dancing, sans shirts, their sweat
reflecting from the lights. I don't normally drink, but tonight I made an
exception. I could feel my body relax, and began to enjoy the amazing array
of male bodies.  There was some leather vests and pierced nipples, but no
lewd activities. The men's room was also very clean and devoid of raunchy
behavior. I think I even caught a glimpse of one of the guys from the
casting photographs, but didn't have the nerve to ask him.

After several fun hours, Max took me to the nearby Melrose Baths. I know I'm
pretty much a backward Kansas hick, but even I knew about bathhouses. It
reminded me of a typical YMCA or men's gym, but only at first. I was pretty
nervous in the locker rooms, unsure if I was ready to leave my clothes
behind. Being half blitzed helped lower my inhibitions. We began in the
shower room, which was my first good look at Max in full light. My older
body fit right in with all types of guys cruising in and out. I could feel
myself relax, and not worry about covering my nakedness. The sauna was
great, and Max was adventurous, and I was nervous till I realized that all
types of activities were going on. The guy beside me was getting sucked off.
I think some guys in the back may have been fucking. I moved my hand and
began to fondle Max to erection.

We next sat in a main room, which was showing gay porno movies on a
television mounted on the wall. My mouth dropped as I watched all the side
activity occurring all around me. Max was pretty cool and let me watch
everything, pretty confident that I was enjoying myself, strongly indicated
by my very erect state. We slipped into the Jacuzzi, sitting close enough to
fondle each other. Moving carefully, I could a position where a water jet
hit my ass, creating a whole new category of arousal.

At this point we had been horny so long that we urgently needed relief. We
found a small private room, and closed the door. Max was all over me. I was
not prepared for his kiss, but found it very erotic. I sank to the raised
platform as his lips found my earlobes and neck. My nipples instantly
responded to his swirling tongue. I lay out flat, aware that my erection was
leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

I had pledged to myself that I would not go beyond jerking off together, but
suddenly wanted his mouth on my cock. I waved it in his face, and he ignored
it, beginning instead on my toes. I groaned in disappointment, only to be
overwhelmed at the pleasure he was giving my body in new places I had never
considered erogenous. He moved up my thigh with little kisses. I spread my
legs and raised my knees as he moved closer. He moved my balls with his
tongue. He bathed them in warmth of his mouth. Just when I was about to go
completely crazy, he swallowed my cock to its root. I heard words it my
mouth that I thought I'd never say.

"Oh Gawd, suck my cock. Damn, you're the best cock sucker."

Suddenly Max withdrew his mouth. He climbed over my cock and sat on my
chest. He smiled as he put his cock near my mouth. My tongue darted out and
captured a drop of pre-cum. I could smell his sexual scent, aware that he
was totally aroused. He moved closer and I took his cock into my mouth. I
was unsure how to do it right, but made up for that in enthusiasm. Max
rocked back on knees, holding himself up with his arms. This gave me better
access to his balls.

I was just getting good when Max suddenly moved. He swung his leg over my
head and moved to straddle me. Suddenly his cock was directly above me, and
I could see his hanging balls and asshole. The next instant, I felt his
mouth return to my cock. I used my hands to guide his cock to my mouth. My
hands then were drawn to his balls. His ass was next to be explored.

In just a few moments, my brain was compromised as I began to approach
orgasm. I warned him, but he continued his suction. I had to breathe
suddenly suffocating from the huge cock in my mouth.  Max never withdrew as
I filled his mouth with cum. I felt as if he had sucked my balls directly
out through my cock.

I used my hands to help with the big cock. Max remained on his knees as I
began to suck in earnest. I spread his cheeks apart, and felt him push
against me. I touched his rosebud, and new he enjoyed it. It only took a few
seconds before he began to shake and stiffen, warning me of his encroaching
orgasm. Being my first time, I was unsure I was ready to swallow, allowing
him to cover my chest with his cum. His balls had drawn up close to his
base. Max rested on my chest and I felt his cum slippery between us. In a
few seconds we turned side by side, still in reverse positions. I felt
myself drift off a few moments as my body recovered.

We returned to the main room, and I was surprised that some guy was dancing
on a make shift stage. He was quite handsome, and very erect. We took seats
nearby, covered only by our towels. The guy was being encouraged by a group
of his friends. One came forward and sucked him, and another guy who pinched
his nipples. He finally shot his wad from an expert hand job. The guys
cheered as his spunk hit the floor. I had never seen such a display.

I suggested one last trip to the sauna before leaving. I sucked Max off
sitting on the redwood benches, before several interested onlookers. I
declined his offer of reciprocation, insecure that I could perform so
quickly, embarrassed that I might fail.

Safely back in my hotel room, with a bottle of hand lotion, I found relief
for the second time, secure in the familiar, fresh with a whole new host of
new jack off fantasies. I forgot to call my wife, having fallen asleep with
cum still on my tummy. Tonight sleep came very quicly.