Fluffers Excerpt

“You the fluffer?” a deep voice asked and Charlie jumped. He had been so absorbed in the couple being filmed he had failed to notice the man sitting in a chaise to his left. The sun was behind the man and spiked directly into Charlie’s eyes.

“Uh, yeah,” Charlie stammered, squinting in the glare. “Are you a member of the crew?” He stepped forward and shaded his eyes.

“In a manner of speaking,” the man replied. “I’m Rock Harding.”

“Oh, nice to meet you.” Charlie looked the nude man over in awe. He was built like a ton of bricks. Every muscle in his body was crisply defined beneath a smooth layer of tanned skin. A thin coating of dark hair covered his body, thicker on his forearms. His cock lay soft between his legs, resting on the cushion formed by his shaved, pendulous balls. He had a square jaw with a shallow cleft in his chin, two days of stubble, dark, close cropped hair and deep brown eyes that pinned Charlie to the spot. “Oh,” Charlie breathed at the sight of him. “Are you an actor?”

“No. I’m a porn star.” Rock said and spread his legs, resting a foot to either side of the chaise. “I would like to be up and fully aroused in about five minutes. Think you can do that?”

“I can try,” Charlie mumbled and fell to his knees alongside the gorgeous hunk of man before him. He slurped up Rock’s stocky prick and began to suck, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around the magnificent set of balls.

“Oh, that’s it,” Rock whispered and tipped his head back. Charlie felt the member in his mouth begin to lengthen and increased the suction, feeling his throat muscles tighten up as he tugged a little more forcefully on Rock’s sack.

Running his tongue along the shaft, Charlie moved his oral attention down to Rock’s balls and watched with interest as the saliva slick dick continued to expand. How big was this guy? He ran his tongue along the smooth balls, sucking up one then the other and darting his tongue down to the base of Rock’s testicles.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice,” Rock groaned quietly. Off in the background, Charlie could hear the director still talking his actors through their scene. “Suck my cock again. Take it all the way to the root.”

Charlie obediently lowered his mouth over the sturdy, tanned cock. Rock was big, probably nine inches at least, and Charlie had to fight back a gag as he pushed his nose down into the man’s perfectly trimmed pubic hair.

“Oh, you fucker,” Rock grunted. “Not very many people can take all of me.” Rock’s hips shifted up, pushing his cock even deeper into his throat, and Charlie felt the weight of Rock’s big, hair flecked hand come down on the back of his head. He inhaled the smell of suntan lotion and sweat through his nose and worked his tongue along the shaft of Rock’s impressive boner.

Fingers fumbled with the snap of Charlie’s jeans and then pulled his zipper down and soon Rock was jacking Charlie off with a big, meaty fist. Charlie reached back and pushed his jeans down to his thighs and felt Rock’s fingers wrap around his balls and the base of his cock. Charlie groaned around the girth of Rock’s dick and eased his head up, starting to suck furiously at the massive member.

“Jesus, you got a big dick yourself,” Rock said in a voice throaty with lust. The timbre of the man’s voice sent goose bumps rising along Charlie’s skin as he pumped his fist along the shaft of Rock’s prick and fastened his mouth on the ballooning head.

Rock spit into his hand and then reached back down to grab Charlie’s cock in a strong grip. He began jacking him quickly, pumping out a copious amount of pre cum to coat the head and upper shaft of Charlie’s boner.

Charlie could feel himself getting closer to climax and began to suck and stroke Rock’s dick faster. A few moments later Charlie felt Rock’s dick swell and then suddenly his mouth was filled with the hot, sharp taste of the man’s semen. It seemed to be never ending as the torrent of cum flooded his mouth and throat and spilled out over his lips. As he came, Rock let out a deep, guttural groan.

Raising his head, Charlie let the cum bubble out over his chin as his hand continued to pump the slowing vestiges of spunk from Rock’s deflating dick. He leaned down to suck the softening cock as the actor’s fist continued to bang along his prick. And then Charlie felt himself tumble over into the abyss of orgasm and grunted around Rock’s prized prick. His load exploded out of his penis and splattered over the tanned, sweaty skin of Rock’s hairy thighs.

“Oh yeah, fluffer man,” Rock grunted. “Shoot that load on my legs. Oh, yeah. That’s hot.”

And then the screaming began.

“What are you doing?!” a high pitched voice shrieked in his ear. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Charlie sat back, more cum burbling out of his mouth, and looked up into the bright red face of the large, sweaty director. “Huh?”

“I asked you a fucking question!” The man leaned down and wiped some of the cum off Charlie’s chin. “What the fuck is this? Huh?”

Charlie blinked at the spunk dripping off the man’s fingers. “It’s, um, cum, sir.”

“No shit,” the man snapped. “And why did you feel you were entitled to come here to my set and suck off my lover? Huh? Any reason for that?”

“Your … your lover?” Charlie looked over at Rock who was watching the director through half-lidded eyes, a smirk on his face. Charlie looked back at the man before him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was your – I thought he was next up and was my customer. I just thought he needed to be hard for the next scene and I . . .” Charlie’s voice faded out.

The director straightened up and glared at Rock. “Typical.” He then directed his attention back to Charlie. “Get dressed and get out. Not only did you fluff the wrong man, you actually made him cum. Jesus! Don’t come back until you learn what a fluffer is supposed to do. Tell Kinitia she owes me a free service.”
He turned his back and Charlie scrambled to his feet, pulling up his jeans and wiping his face on his shirt as he fled through the house. He ran down the driveway and out to the road where he flagged down a passing taxi and cowered in the backseat as he headed back to the office. What was Kinitia going to do to him? Would he lose yet another job?

Charlie hung his head and fought back tears. What was he going to do?
He was never going to make it in this city.

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