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As the second actor sucked the standing man s balls, he reached
out with his right hand and took hold of the actor kneeling beside
him and began stroking his cock. Using his left hand on himself,
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he increased the speed and force of his grip as they each licked and
sucked at the man standing above them.
After several minutes of watching the action, Charlie s thirst
won out and he moved carefully behind the bar. He was very aware
of the glass bottles sitting on glass shelves in front of the large
mirror to his right. He opened the coolers beneath the bar until
he found the water bottles. He grabbed one, but the plastic surface
was wet and it squirted out of his hands to bounce across the floor
behind the bar and roll to a stop by the cash register.
Dammit, Charlie hissed. He looked around, but no on had
noticed him. He crouched down to pick up the bottle and banged
his head on the bottom of the register as he straightened up. The
machine, off balance in the first place, toppled to the floor with a
resounding crash and busted open. Change and bills spilled out
over the floor with a clatter.
Oh for God s sake! Ian cried. He rushed over and leaned
across the bar to assess the damage, then looked up at Charlie.
How have you managed to live this long?
Charlie shrugged. Just lucky, I guess.
After helping clean up the mess, he sat at the bar and watched
the scenes as the movie progressed. When he was needed, he knelt
on the floor and serviced the actors, all the while keeping one eye
on Ian to track his whereabouts in case he should get the idea to
film his fluffing once again.
Around lunch time the door opened and blinding light filled
the room. Charlie blinked and turned away from the intruder to
shield his eyes. He felt like a nocturnal creature forced from its
den at high noon. A rustle of plastic bags approached and finally
settled on the bar beside him and he turned around to find Rock
Harding standing next to him with a smile. He had placed several
bags of Mexican take out on the bar.
Hungry?
Charlie grinned. How did you know where I was?
Rock shrugged. I have my ways. He looked over at Ian
and the actors. I ll put their food over in that area so we can eat
alone.
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Charlie devoured the burritos and tacos Rock had supplied,
talking and laughing with the man. They sat facing each other on
bar stools, their knees sometimes touching when one or the other
of them turned to grab more food. Each point of contact with
Rock made Charlie s spine tingle and his stomach clench. How
could one man have such an effect on him?
After lunch, Charlie had to work for an hour to get the cast
ready for the shoot. When he straightened up and wiped his mouth
he could feel Rock s eyes on him. He turned and looked at him
openly, a smile on his face. Are you supervising?
Rock nodded, his eyes serious. Yeah. And I made some
notes.
Charlie climbed up on the barstool, nearly toppled off and
was saved by Rock. He smiled thankfully, a little embarrassed, and
adjusted himself on the cushion. Well, when s my review?
Rock grinned and lowered his eyes. Well, let me put it this
way: I need to supervise you for a little longer before I feel I ll be
ready to go over my notes.
Charlie nodded, disappointed. I see. Any special reason or
just the most obvious one?
There are many reasons and I despise them all. Rock patted
Charlie s knee. I hope we can still be friends until that day.
I think we can. Charlie took a breath and watched him stand
up. Take care. I ll see you around the sets, huh?
Rock smiled. You can count on it. With a wave of his hand,
Rock turned and left the bar.
That evening, Charlie arrived home and collapsed on his futon.
What a day! He had been in The Bronco for six hours, Rock had
brought lunch and basically told him where things lay, and when
he had finally left the bar his eyes had nearly been seared out of
his head by the light of day. But Ian had given him a generous tip,
considering the damage he had done to the cash register, and he
had been able to spend time with Rock. That was always a plus.
Charlie dozed off only to be awakened thirty minutes later by
a pounding on his door. He staggered across the room and opened
it to find Brent wearing just shorts and running shoes, his hands on
his knees as he gasped for breath.
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Oh my God! Charlie exclaimed, suddenly fully awake.
What s wrong?
Brent waved his hand and doubled over to cough. He
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