Going Down in La-La Land (10 page)

Still, this was just dabbling for me, just something crazy and out of the ordinary to do until I found a permanent job, something better than the phones at Acclaimed Talent Agency. I hoped that would be in a few weeks.

“
Well then, would you be interested in doing a solo jerk-off video?” he pressed.

“
Sure.” That seemed harmless enough, and I was perfectly comfortable with that.

“
How does this coming Saturday look for you?” he asked.

“
Great.”

“
I’ll call you with a time. And I’d like it if you could go to a tanning bed for some color. Your body would look even better. I’ll reimburse you for it; just save the receipt. And if you change your mind about the group shoot next week let me know. Otherwise we can use you as a production assistant, have you pick up the boys at the airport, help set up the equipment, that sort of thing,” he rambled on.

“
Sounds good,” I said.

My first starring role in LA, and the plot was jerking off. My right hand was to be my costar.

The solo video took place a week later, in a one-story building on Santa Monica Boulevard. These were facilities used by HUNG video, where they duped their tapes, kept equipment, and also did much of their filming. Before I shot the video I had to have some still photos taken of me with a full erection.

As I sat on some folding chair in the cold cement studio I was interrupted by a voice.

“
Hey, I’m Brian.”

I turned around to see a cute dark-haired guy in his mid to late twenties with both arms full of photography equipment.

My day just got a whole lot better.

Brian was a cute ex-UCLA student who was now an aspiring pho-tographer/filmmaker/actor/model/whatever. I couldn’t get his story straight. What I did understand is that he worked on the side for HUNG video, under a different name.

“
All right,” Brian said when we got down to business. “Let’s start with some shots of you taking off your shirt.”

“
No problem,” I said. “So how’d you get involved with HUNG Video?” I asked, eager to keep the conversation going. The camera clicked and whirled.

“
Word of mouth. I approached some other companies first and one thing led to another. Helps out with the bills. And I always hit it off with the guys,” he added.

“
I bet,” I said, and Brian smiled sheepishly.

I didn’t know if he was this flirtatious with every model, but he and I were hitting it off like hotcakes. I could sense he was attracted to me. We talked college lingo, spoke about classes, that sort of thing. As we spoke I hoped he thought I was out of the ordinary from your average models.

When he finished with the tame series of shots it was time to get to the nitty-gritty, full-out, in-your-face hard-on shots with my butt stuck up in the air, ass pouting, and winking in the camera.

“
I gotta go next door and pick up the lights and reflectors,” Brain said while placing his camera down.

“
Let me help you,” I offered, eager to oblige.

“
Cool. Thanks,” he smiled again boyishly.

After we set up the lights it was time to get naked and grow some wood. The room where we shot the pictures was large and empty with cold cement floors, making it difficult to get aroused. The reason it was empty was so when they needed to film some scenes, they could bring in some cheap props for whatever kind of set they wanted to create. Not that the set was all that important to them. There were some mats stuck in the corner of the room and that was about it.

“
Do you need some magazines?” Brian offered when he saw me close my eyes, turn around, and vigorously start yanking at my cock.

“
Brian . . .” my voice trailed off, eyes still shut tight.

“
Yeah?”

“
Do you think I could . . .” my voice trailed off again.

“
To hell with it,” I moaned, and opening my eyes up I walked across the mats to where Brain was standing and unbuttoned his fly, pulling a beautiful, plump dick out of his jocks and enclosing it in my mouth.

He didn’t resist.

The warmth of his flesh in my mouth was a relief from the damp cold of the cement block room. The friction of his trimmed body hair and firm flesh against my face helped even more. His hands gripped my head firmly as he moaned gently.

Now I was as hard as the concrete walls around us.

I released his cock with a slurp and let it slap back against his belly. Then I gasped, “Okay! Let’s do this.”

The clicking and whirring of the camera started again. Bulbs flashed furiously as I thrust my pelvis forward and flexed my muscles.

“
Great! Now turn you torso a little to the left,” Brain gave orders. “Stop there! Perfect!” the camera snapped some more.

When I felt my hard-on faltering, I went back on my knees and took his dick back in my mouth, pulling it in and out, slapping it across my cheeks.

“
Okay, good to go again!” I’d wait until my cock grew to its fullest size once more, and we went back to shooting again. This went on a few times until Brain got all his shots.

“
You did that like a pro,” Brian said while peering across at me with mischievous eyes.

“
Thanks,” I said and stretched across the mat. “I was glad for your help.”

“
Glad to oblige,” he answered, and began walking toward me when the metal door of the hallway crashed open, startling us both.

“
Yo!” a booming voice shouted in the air. A tall and beefy fellow with a happy-go-lucky disposition came sauntering into the room.

“
Hey, Dale!” Brian greeted him while retreating from me.

“
What up, Bri?” he bellowed then turned to look my way.

“
You must be Adam,” he said walking toward me. As he got closer I noticed his cheerful, sexily slanted eyes and boyish face. Even his haircut was schoolboy, with straight short bangs cutting clear across his forehead.

“
That would be me,” I said with a bit of a snotty edge to my voice. I was annoyed at being interrupted with Brian, and this guy acted like he owned the place.

“
Dale Warren,” he said, sticking a strong hand out toward me. “You ready to do this thing? Don’t mean to rush you, but I got a lot of editing yet to do today.” As he spoke he walked away to pick up some bags he left by the door.

“
Well, I should go,” Brian said. “I have some business to do with Ron. Adam, it was great meeting you.”

“
Same here,” I smiled.

“
Brian, I’ll see you at the shoot!” Dale pointed at him.

“
Shoot?” Brian looked perplexed.

“
Yeah, the army gang bang. You’re doing stills, right?”

“
Oh, right, right . . . yeah, I’ll be there,” Brian said. Cute he was, but a bit of an airhead.

My spirits rose when I heard Brian would be at the shoot. That was the one Ron wanted me to make my sex debut on, but that I was just planning on helping out with behind the scenes.

“
You can just leave the equipment here since it is in a few days, Bri,” Dale said. “No sense in trucking it back and forth. I’ll make sure everything is locked up good.”

Brian expressed his thanks and was gone.

Dale and I were left alone. He had a rough kind of demeanor that sort of reminded me of the guys you’d expect to see in shop class. Nothing about him struck me as giving the impression he was gay until we started to speak and he made comments about his attraction toward the same sex.

“
Yeah, the guy a few weeks ago had a sweet ass,” he said while getting things together. “But you! You look like you could be a model!”

“
Thanks,” I said. A lot of people told me that. If they only knew what a colossal failure my actual attempt at modeling was.

Thankfully, a solo jerk-off scene was a quick and easy way to earn cash. I was set up with my legs lying on the floor, my back leaning against the wall. Dale threw some large pillows behind me and placed a large potted plant on the side to add whatever atmosphere he could to the place.

During the filming Dale talked me through it. He took on the role of a dirty narrator, asking me questions off camera.

“
So,” he’d start in a gruff voice. “How many times a day do you play with yourself?”

“
At least twice a day,” I breathed back heavily. “Once in the morning and before bed at night.”

Then Dale began telling me what piece of clothing to take off. The whole thing was so narcissistic and silly to me that I decided to have fun with it. I already had blue ball from wanting to nut all over with Brian. Now after playing with myself for minutes on end I was ready to spray the ceiling. My cock looked like a bright red torpedo about to soar. It was slick and glossy from the big pump of WET lubricant a few feet away.

“
Ah . . .” I moaned in earnest as a searing sensation traveled to the tip of my penis.

“
Yeah!” Dale yelled gruffly. “Let me see it rip, you hot cocksucker!”

“
Here it comes!” I yelled before I knew it was staring at white ooze flying from the slit of my dick to my face, hitting me on the bottom lip and chin.

“
Oh yeah! Shoot it!” Dale hollered as my body jerked convulsively like an epileptic.

After I climaxed, I looked straight into the camera and moaned out loud, “I love me!” as though I had just bestowed upon myself the best orgasm ever.

Having a sense of humor, Dale clearly appreciated my improvisation.

“
That, my friend,” he paused for dramatic effect, then said, “was priceless.”

He grinned at me like a proud parent, and I looked back with petulant pride. He was really kind of cute in his own way.

“
Here ya go,” he tossed a roll of paper towels at me, and with that we wrapped things up.

“
Great!” Dale said as he snapped his camera lens shut. I got my check from Ron and called it a day.

The group shoot was basically a large gang bang set in an army barrack. The day before the shoot Ron asked me to pick up two of the models at LAX. I drove to the arrival flight level and sat in my car trying to spot two young guys from Denver who I had never seen before and wasn’t even shown a picture of. I was just given a brief description.

The traffic to LAX was a bumper-to-bumper nightmare. When I finally got to the arrival level nobody in sight fit the description.
Shit,
I thought. There was no fucking way I was going to drive into the parking structure, park my car, start searching, and go through all that trouble to find these morons. It was bad enough I had to make the drive to the airport; I would have refused if I didn’t need the money so badly. I put my emergency signals on and jumped out of the car.

I went upstairs to departures, thinking maybe that these guys were confused. There was no sign of them up there either. By now I was starting to get really irritated when I finally saw two scrappy blond dudes standing on the sidewalk in baggy jeans and sweatshirts.

This had to be them. I went ahead and approached them, and sure enough it was this weekend’s talent. They looked relieved to see me. I threw their stuff in the trunk and drove off. They appeared to be just over nineteen years old. Neither looked older than twenty, and if I thought
I
was misguided, seeing these two left me feeling I could be much worse off.

The first guy was a self-proclaimed skateboarder who wore a baseball hat that hung so low over his forehead you couldn’t see his eyes, and he enjoyed listening to annoying techno music. He sat in the back and kicked his shoes up against the front seat, fueling my bitterness and resentment over my current job responsibility.

The other kid was a pudgy-faced blond with wide blue eyes who informed me that he was the bottom of the scene.

“
So how’d you two get involved with HUNG Video?” I asked.

“
Our agent sent in our pictures,” the bottom told me.

“
Can I put in one of my tapes?” the skater leaned over and interrupted.

His music sounded like something you’d hear in a bad disco in Berlin, or perhaps Eva Braun’s bedroom.

“
Sorry, dude. It’s broken,” I lied. Not that it mattered much. I could still hear his awful music blaring from his headphones.

We had just gotten on La Cienega and had a long ways to go, and I was already sick of them. Sitting in the LA traffic, I listened to the blond bottom blab on about his life in Denver, which sounded warped and disturbing. He proceeded to prattle on and ask me what I thought they should do that night in Hollywood.

“
Not much without a car,” I replied.

I wondered if either of them had the slightest idea of what they were getting into as I waited at a traffic light. Eventually I reached the Holiday Inn on La Brea, right around the corner from Hollywood Boulevard. A bunch of Pakistanis ran the place, and they looked at me suspiciously when I approached the front desk. They then informed me that in order to check dumb and dumber in, I had to have the actual credit card with me, even if reservations had been made prior. Now I was visibly pissed and just wanted to get out of there.