Date: Sun, 18 Oct 1998 02:38:27 PDT
From: Jaydee <jaydee38@hotmail.com>
Subject: White Narcissus -- Chapter 6

White Narcissus
Chapter 6: Money, Myth and Magic
By Jaydee

For my hairy and handsome e-mail friend

	It never rains in California -- it pours, as the song says.

	Phillip Chancellor awoke as if from a dream to hear the great splashing 
drops on the windowpane next to his bed. He was back at the Los Angeles 
house of his cousin, Eric, where he was spending his two-week vacation 
from his home in rural Virginia.

	"It must have been a dream," Phillip thought, as he rubbed his hairy 
chest. Had there really been a John Stewart, great movie producer, 
offering him a role in a major film for a king's ransom? Had he been in 
a sauna with that handsome man, having his cock sucked and his balls 
fondled?

	But he knew it was not a dream. He had spurted his cum directly into 
the throat of that tall personable man, famed worldwide for his 
avant-garde films. And that same John Stewart had indeed offered him a 
starring role in his newest movie, "White Narcissus." The proposed 
remuneration had stunned Phillip -- nearly half a million dollars for a 
few months work. He was scheduled for a screen test today.

	He listened again to the raindrops spattering on the glass and his 
right hand slid down across the pleasure trail of black hair leading to 
his crotch. His hand found the throbbing presence of his stiff and 
aching prick. As his fist closed around the silky smooth hardness, he 
glanced toward the other bed in the room. He could make out in the dim 
light the sleeping nude form of his younger cousin, the muscular contour 
of his back and firm asscheeks revealed from under the thin covering of 
the sheet and colorful bedspread.

	Phillip began to stroke lightly on his pisshard peter, squeezing more 
tightly as his hand rose to the flaring tip. He remembered watching Eric 
in a similar morning ritual just a few days ago. Now his mind filled 
with images of Eric's smooth tanned body writhing in orgasmic ecstasy. 
He closed his eyes and began to jerk rapidly, allowing the erotic 
sensations to course through his body. As he neared his climax, he was 
suddenly aware of movement across the room.

	"Ahhh, yeah, cuz, stroke that cock," Eric whispered hoarsely.

	Phillip jumped in surprise and looked over at his cousin who was now 
lying on his back, his hips raised and his hand pumping his own nine 
inches of throbbing manmeat.

	"Ummm," he said, grinning at Phillip, "that feels soooo good. Let's see 
if we can shoot our wads at the same time!"

	In unison, the two men stroked their morning erections. Phillip felt 
his balls tighten and his cock begin to twitch. Precum spilled down onto 
his fast-moving fingers. He arched his back and spread his hairy legs, 
the familiar sensations rising from the seat of his passion near his 
puckering asshole.

	"Oh, yes, now, here it comes," he heard Eric rasp through labored 
breathing. "I'm shooting!!!"

	Phillip watched his cousin's huge prick swell to even greater thickness 
and length as it unloosed a flood of creamy white ejaculate onto his 
firm abdominal muscles.

	"Uh, uh, uh, ooooh, yeah, me, too," grunted Phillip. A gush of cum 
spurted into the thick black hair of his chest. Three more spasms 
deposited sticky fluid onto his flat belly and more of his copious 
cumload drained down across his tightly gripping fingers.

	"Gotta piss quick," said Eric, leaping from his bed and heading for the 
bathroom. Phillip felt like his bladder was going to burst. He followed 
close behind. As Eric unleashed from his quickly detumescing peter a 
steaming yellow stream into the toilet, Phillip stood at the nearby 
basin.
	
	"I can't wait," he said, allowing his piss to flood into the sink with 
a loud splash. "Ahhh, that feels almost as good as cumming."

	Eric rushed back to the bedroom, hurrying to get dressed for work.

	"What's on your agenda today?" he asked as Phillip pulled on his Calvin 
Klein boxerbriefs.

	"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Phillip grinned mysteriously. 
"Actually, I'm going to a major Hollywood studio for a screen test."

	"Yeah, you're right there. I don't believe it," laughed Eric.
	

	Well, it was almost the truth. The studio he was heading for was JS 
Productions, a small independent company owned by John Stewart. Within 
an hour, he found himself in the luxuriously appointed office, an 
attractive secretary inquiring about his name.

	"I'm Phillip Chancellor," he said quietly. "Mr. Stewart asked me to 
come by this morning."

	"Oh, yes, come right on in," she said, leading the way to the massive 
carved-wood door eblazoned with the producer's name.

	"Phillip, come in," boomed the bass voice. "Sit down. Would you like a 
cup of coffee?"

	"Sure. Just black, please, no cream or sugar," the young Virginian 
drawled, betraying a slight nervousness.

	John explained that his new film was a modern story based loosely on 
the Greek myth of Narcissus, a handsome youth who fell in love with his 
own image reflected in a pool of water. The title role had already been 
accepted by Leonard deCastro. Phillip was to play the part of his best 
friend, Andrew, who tries to distract the handsome youth from his 
self-destructive egotism by arranging liaisons with beautiful women, at 
last sacrificing himself to the lustful bisexual.

	Phillip had doubts. He wasn't sure he wanted his first role to include 
gay overtones. But the money and the chance to appear with major stars 
were indeed tempting.

	Later that day, he met the charming and handsome deCastro and took an 
instant liking to his casual and friendly demeanor. They had a long 
conversation and the star finally asked Phillip to join him in his 
dressing room for a drink while he changed clothes.

	"I guess we had better get to know each other since we're going to be 
stuck together for this movie," Leonard said, as he handed Phillip a 
bourbon and water. He started undressing and was soon revealing the 
smooth hairless body that had been displayed on movie screens, in 
magazines and on the Internet for the appreciative eyes of women the 
world over -- and not a few men.

	He showed no modesty as he pulled down his Tommy Hilfiger briefs, his 
normal-sized circumcised cock dangling handsomely over a set of round 
golfball-sized nuts.

	While Phillip openly stared, Leonard casually fondled his genitals, 
took a long sip from his drink and smiled.

	"I'm feeling a little horny right now," he said, moving toward Phillip, 
who was taken aback by the sudden erotic turn of the conversation. 
"Maybe we could practice a little male bonding in preparation for our 
work together."

	The movie star reached for Phillip's belt and began undoing the clasp. 
"Let's see what you have to offer." He unzipped the hairy stud's Dockers 
and slid his hand in to grasp the rising erection. Phillip gasped, "Uh, 
wait, I don't know--" But his cock spoke for him, hardening swiftly and 
popping outward into Leonard's massaging fist. Soon his clothes were 
lying on the floor and the famous star was running his hands over 
Phillip's hairy chest and flat abdomen.

	"Nice fur," he whispered. His right hand now pressed the two throbbing 
cocks together and the left slid around to grip a hairy muscular 
buttock. "Ummm, you are very hot."

	With only a moment's hesitation from both men, their lips met in a 
passionate kiss. Leonard's tongue swirled into Phillip's mouth, catching 
him by surprise. He felt his cock leap in the stroking fingers. Both men 
were leaking precum, which lubricated their intermingling erections.

	Pulling Phillip by his dripping, twitching prick, Leonard lay down on a 
nearby couch, spreading his legs widely. He turned his head and slowly 
licked Phillip's drooling cockhead, swirling his tongue lasciviously 
around the sculpted helmet.

	"Suck mine while I suck yours," he whispered hoarsely, reaching down to 
lightly stroke the near-perfection of his rigid manhood. Phillip 
straddled the handsome young man's head and brought his mouth to the 
smooth alabaster column protruding from a small patch of light blond 
pubic hair. He slid more than half of the stiff shaft into his mouth and 
began to suck as he forced his own cockhead deep into the wet warmth of 
his fellator's oral cavity.

	The men soon established a rhythm, plunging their cocks in ever-faster 
strokes between each other's hot saliva-spewing lips. Phillip felt a 
finger pressing just in back of his tightening balls and sped up the 
movement of his bobbing head while he squeezed the plump hairless 
roundness of the star's scrotum.

	"Uhhhh," groaned Leonard around the swelling fullness of Phillip's 
pistoning manprick. His orgasm shook through his body, exploding great 
wads of jizm into Phillip's mouth. Seconds later, the hairy man on top 
shuddered a body-wracking climax, squirting an equal load that spilled 
from Leonard's lips and drained down onto the satiny fabric of the sofa.

	The two men lay there breathing heavily, their orgasms ebbing slowly. 
Phillip rose, his limp, wet dick dripping the remains of his ejaculate 
onto Leonard's cheek.

	"That was an excellent rehearsal," said the grinning movie star. "We 
are going to have a real rapport on this project."

	"Come on," he added, rising quickly from the sofa. "We both need a 
shower after that little interlude."

	Phillip followed, admiring the smooth muscularity of Leonard's 
asscheeks. He could understand how this handsome man could fall in love 
with his own image.