A Carnal Cruise

Charlie Heggensford slowly swallowed the long length of fattening cock. He wrapped his tongue around the thickening shaft and paused for a moment with his nose buried in the dark, fragrant bush surrounding the base. Drawing his head back, slowly, always slowly, Charlie allowed the glistening, pink pole to slide out of his mouth.
He kept his lips pressed firmly into the flesh so that he could almost feel the man's pulse as blood filled the organ.

The man standing before him groaned and tipped his head back. He set his hips and pumped his dick down into Charlie's throat. But Charlie backed off, dropping the penis from between his lips and wrapping a firm fist around it instead. He looked up along the man's well-developed body with a swollen-lipped grin and started to gently masturbate his subject.

"Oh, fuck, Charlie." The actor moaned as he looked down at him. "You are one hot fucking fluffer."

"That's why I have a Hummer award on my entertainment center," Charlie replied. "You don't learn this stuff in school, you know."

"Where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"Idaho."

The actor snorted a laugh and tipped his head back again, closing his eyes as Charlie's fist rode his dick. "You're a piece of work."

"Yeah, I know."

Charlie sensed the actor was ready for more oral stimulation and leaned forward to catch the bouncing member in his mouth. The actor's breath hissed between his teeth and he groaned again. As he sucked down the sturdy organ, Charlie popped one eye open and glanced at the clock on the wall. He would need to leave soon if he was going to make it to Ken's premiere on time, and he certainly didn�t want to miss it.

Charlie had moved to L.A. from his family's dairy farm in Idaho less than a year ago. He had tried his hand at several jobs: waiter, valet driver, stock boy, but Charlie was a clumsy person and always found himself out of a job. Until he walked into the offices of Fluffers, Inc. and Kinitia Jones, the owner, had hired him. She ran a respected fluffer dispatch service providing fluffers for the various adult film studios in L.A. and soon had Charlie sucking cock all over the city. He had quickly gained a reputation for over-stimulating his clients, an act frowned on by the directors as they needed their actors hard and ready, not soft and spent. After several months as a fluffer, Charlie had won The Hummer, an award which recognized achievements in fluffing and was handed out along with the Golden Orifices, the awards honoring actors, directors, and others involved in the adult film industry.

Charlie sighed around his mouthful of cock and thought about the friends he had made at Fluffers, Inc.: Sharp, beautiful, independent and mothering in a tough love kind of way Kinitia Jones, and her slightly daffy, loving, joyous assistant from Minnesota, Bernice Tallipepper. Then, there were his two closest friends, Billy Ransom, a younger man from Cleveland who had started at the company just after Charlie had himself and could not seem to keep a thought in his head, and older, hot, Ken Carlton, senior member of the team at Fluffers, Inc., and a man who had just been offered a chance to get back into gay porn films as the lead in a rather large-budget action porn film, Comeuppance.

Ken had made a name for himself in gay porn films many years prior to working at Fluffers, Inc., but had lost his connections and, supposedly, his desire to be in front of the cameras. However, when a hot new gay porn director had come into the office one day and offered Ken a starring role in what could possibly turn into a series of films, there was no way Ken could fight the familiar tug of fame and hugged the man.

And tonight was the big premiere party for Comeuppance. The studio head, Gregory Gianelli, had rented out a large, ornate theater to show the film and afterwards was hosting a party at his home in the hills. It was going to be a very exclusive affair, and Ken had made sure Charlie, Billy Ransom, Kinitia Jones, Bernice Tallipepper, and the other fluffers received invitations. The premiere started at nine, held across town, and it was already going on five o'clock. If Charlie could finish up here in the next half an hour he would have plenty of time to make it to the showing.

"Oh, yeah, get the head," the actor grunted. "Right on the head there."