New works by Adonisart1 now know as Erotica by Emir
This is a fictional story that depicts graphic language of a homosexual nature and should not be read by minors or those offended by such materials.
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"House of Wax"
As part of the crew on the film "House of Wax" starring among others, Paris Hilton, it was part of my job to help make the stars comfortable. I was a "gopher" ("go for" this and "go for" that) who ran errands for everything from coffee and doughnuts to tampons to condoms to Evian and Champagne and of course the occasional supply of blow (cocaine). Many of the stars I worked with were a little shocked that I was a personal assistant and not a bodyguard. I admit that I had a nice body and could easily pass for a bodyguard. Not to mention my overall calm demeanor, which many did not know how to handle. I was what they called, too quiet. I definitely gave off that -- Don't fuck with the star - vibe.
Well, the filming of the "House of Wax" was going along quite well, under budget and on time. We were nearly 3 months into production and everything was proceeding rather smoothly, considering most of the horror films I have worked on have had various glitches that held up production for days or even months at a time.
It was my assigned task to be the gopher for both Paris Hilton and Elisha Cuthbert. I did not mind either of them in the beginning, however after the second month; her Royal Highness Paris was becoming a royal bitch! My patience was rapidly failing. Had it not been for the levity of Elisha, I would have probably demanded a new star to baby sit. A few times, they almost switched me to being the gopher for Brian Van Holt. That would have been interesting if not cute, since I heard that he was pretty demanding. Speaking of cute, this is where my story took an interesting turn and things got unusually odd.
As we approached that 3-month time-period, the gopher for Robert Ri'chard gets sick, a stomach virus from some bad Chinese food or something. The production assistant asks Robert if there is anyone specific, he wants as his "assistant" and without a hesitation, he asks for me. Apparently, Elisha had been bragging about how great my attitude and work ethic was. So there I was standing in front of the production assistant as she asked me if I would mind switching from Paris Hilton (the Beast) to Robert Ri'chard (the Beauty).
I almost laughed at her but I kept my composure, remained cool, and told her that I did not mind at all. I was just joking about the whole beauty and the beast thing. While Robert is an attractive young man, I am not really into dudes. I mean right now I am not into anyone. I have had my share of pussy at times but I admit that I have even let a dud suck my dick one or twice one a lonely night. But that's as far as the Bisexuality goes!
So anyway, in the dark hours of that next morning, Tuesday 3 AM, I was at the hotel knocking at Elisha's door. She was already awake, dressed, and on her way to the gym for her morning workout before heading to the set. Seeing that she did not need anything, I went to Mr. Ri'chard's room. I knocked three times. There was no answer. I tried three more times before deciding to use the key I had, so that I could enter and make sure he was awake. The previous day, I the production assistant told that Robert was a heavy sleeper and that there may be times I would have to shake him physically to wake him up.
I entered his hotel suite and after passing through the luxurious living room area, I proceeded to the bedroom. The large dark oak door was slightly ajar. I slowly opened it and peeked in, not wanting to shock Mr. Ri'chard, who was sound asleep. I must admit, there had been times when my presence has shocked a few actors as they were waking up. Like I said earlier, some have thought I had the build to be a bodyguard rather than as an assistant and seeing this well built black man hovering over them as they sleep has been a little unnerving to a few. I approached the foot of the bed and in soft but firm voice informed him of the time.
"Mr. Ri'chard, it is 3:15 and this is your wake up call. Do you need anything this morning sir?"
There was no response.
I tried again but turned up the volume a bit. Still he did not respond. Last resort was to touch him. I walked around to the side of the bed, turned on the lamp on the nightstand, and tapped his shoulder. The beige blankets moved as he stirred, giving me evidence of life. Again, I told him it was time to wake up. He did not respond. I tapped him again, this time a little harder. His head popped from under the pillow and his bright hazel eyes starred up at me.
His voice was groggy and dry as he asked, "What time is it?"
"It is 3:35 in the morning, Mr. Ri'chard."
"Call me Robert."
"Yes sir. Robert."
"No need to call me Sir. Stop with the formalities." He instructed and laughed finding my politeness amusing.
"Do you need anything, Sir . . .? I mean Robert?"
"Could you get me something from Starbucks?"
"Of course, what would you like?"
"I'd love to have a venti caramel macchiato with extra caramel."
"No problem."
As I turn and exit the room on my way to retrieve his drink from the Hotel's Starbucks, I hear him call me.
"Yo! Wesley?"
In shock that he uttered my name, I turn back towards the bedroom door. I know damn well I did not tell him my name; I begin to ask him who did. I push the door slightly open but I do not enter, I just peek back in and there I see him getting out of the bed on the far side, and though his back was to me, I diverted my eyes to the floor, a habit from working with so many of the women. I hear him laugh and I forget the question that made me return in the first place.
"They got you well conditioned I see."
"Uhh, yeah I guess so."
"Relax man, come here for a second."
I look up and begin to enter the room. I almost fall over my own feet in shock! He is standing at the side of the bed, his back still to me. He is standing there yawning and stretching and is completely nude! Immediately, I divert my eyes back to the floor though some part of me wants to continue looking, to take in what at first glance looked like a bronze statue of gracious beauty. There he stood a solid 5'9 ½" of caramel golden brown beauty and I wanted to look but did not dare too.
"You alright?" he asked me, "You look a little nervous."
I wasn't sure how to respond so I covered as best I knew how.
"You wanted a venti right?" I asked still gazing at the white plush carpet covered floor.
"Yeah, that's right. And remember, extra caramel."
With that response, I raced out of the suite, down the hall and into the elevator heading to the lobby where the Starbucks was located. As I stood in the elevator watching the numbers descend, my mind raced. All I could see was that golden brown backside, the muscular definition of his back, thighs, calves, and plump round ass!, "Damn!" I was getting aroused just thinking about it and I had no idea why. I was perplexed, since I wasn't gay or anything, and yet I continued to entertain the erotic vision.
Once I retrieved both his drink and one for myself, I was on my way back to the elevator, I ran into one of the other production assistants, Cathy, "Hey, Wesley."
"Yeah, Cathy? What's up?"
"I was just on my way to tell you that Mr. Ri'chard does not need to be on the set today, they postponed the camp make out and the car blow-job scene with him and Paris until later in the week. They are going to work the funeral home scene with your girl, uhhh?"
"Elisha?"
"Yeah her, oh and just so you know, they gave her to Tony."
"So you mean I only have Robert, I mean Mr. Ri'chard?"
"Yep. So I guess you both get a day off today. Ciao'."
"Thanks Cathy."
As I entered the elevator, I was almost beaming from ear to ear. Just the thought, of having a day off and the added bonus of only having one actor to tend too and I also have to admit, I was pleased to be tending to such a fine (in more than one meaning) young actor, was enough to put a smile on my face.
Once I returned to his suite, I knocked.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Wesley."
"Wow that was fast!" I heard him reply as I heard the door click, as he unlocked it.
The door opened slowly and standing in front of me was the object of my recent erotic vision. He stood with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. My knees damn near buckled.
"Come on in, I was just about to hop in the shower."
"Oh, Robert, I was just told by Cathy that your scheduled scenes for today have been postponed so you. . ."
"Yeah, I know. We have today off!"
I was impressed. He knew he had the day off but he was still up and was still polite to me, nothing like that bitch Paris.
"I took the liberty of ordering breakfast for us."
Did he say for us? I figured I was hearing things.
"I hope you like pancakes, eggs, sausage, and grits?"
He was talking about "us", he ordered food for both he and I!
"What's up with you, why you so quiet?"
By this time, I had already put the coffee on the table in the living room and I was standing there mystified, while he was in the bathroom prepping the shower.
"Yo, Wesley?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Elisha talks about you constantly. Wesley this and Wesley that and Wesley, Wesley, Wesley. You'd think she was getting more that someone to run errands."
"It's not like that!"
I hear him laughing in the other room.
"Relax, I know it's not. I was just teasing you. Come in here so we are not yelling from room to room."
I was scared to comply. Well, not scared but I was nervous as hell. I did not need to see him naked or even partially naked again. I was beginning to feel like my arousal wanted to become more than just entertaining thoughts. I was beginning to feel the potential for a shift in the flow of blood and I damn sure could not handle that. But, I did as I was asked and I entered the bedroom. To my relief, the shower water was running and he was already in the bathroom, I assumed already in the shower.
"Make your self comfortable." He paused and then added, "Wesley? That's an order!" He added, before laughing at my need to be given and order to relax.
I took a seat on the end of the bed and faced the huge flat screen TV on the wall opposite the bathroom, keeping my back to the bathroom. I turned on the TV and began to flick through some of the channels, when I heard my name. At least I thought I heard my name, so I turned the volume down to see if I would hear it again.
"Wesley?"
I was right. He did call me.
"Yes?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course, what do you need?"
"I left my grooming bag out there, could you bring it to me? It's on the desk near my laptop."
Grabbing his bag, I walked towards the bathroom. I could feel my hands shaking and my knees wanting to buckle in nervous anticipation. The bathroom door was already open slightly. Taking the brass knob in hand, I pulled it open and stepped in. At first, I maintained a head down stare at the tiled floor posture but as I approached, I could see the distinct brass trimmings of the Kohler designed shower. The clear glass door was less than six feet in front of me and despite the thick steam, I could see enough of Robert's wet back and ass to send my imagination soaring!
"Thank you." He stated as he opened the center door to take the bag from me.
As hard as I tried to resist, I could not help myself. I had to try to sneak a peek as Robert turned just a bit to take the bag from me. Despite my sly efforts, I could not see anything more than his back, ass, and legs and trust me, I am not complaining about that.
"You are welcome." I responded and exited the bathroom.
As I sat on the bed watching TV, I remember looking up at the clock, 5:00 AM. That was the last thing I remembered until I felt a hand shaking my thigh waking me up.
"Wesley, wake up. Breakfast is here."
I sat up, feeling embarrassed that I fell asleep, on the actor's bed no less. I have seen people fired for less than that.
"I am sorry sir, I did not mean to ^Å"
"Wesley, for the last time, RELAX! I don't care. You are tired; you need to get some sleep. Let's eat and then we can get some rest, ok?"
His suggestion, sounded great to me. I followed him to the dining room area where we sat and had breakfast. It had not dawned on me until mid-way through the meal that he was still wearing a robe, that he had not tied very tight, and that he was not wearing anything under that robe. There was one time when he stood to go get our coffee and I noticed a distinct bounce under his robe. It was the kind of bounce that indicated a flaccid dick of rather impressive heft and length. I could not help but look at it move as he walked back with the coffees in hand. I am sure he caught me starring at his crotch; it was obvious that I was captivated and curious.
We sat there and continued to eat when he began some small talk. He asked me how I got into the movie industry, how long I had been doing it, what I liked about it and what I hated, who were my favorite stars and the least favorite -- other than Paris. I laughed. Seems no one liked that girl. As the conversation continued and the food and we enjoyed drinking our coffees, which had become quite cool, we somehow began talking about the two scenes that they had postponed. There was the scene where Paris was giving him head as they drove down the road and then later at the campsite they are making out in the tent.
"I remember the first time we practiced the scene in the truck and Parris actually put her hand on my piece. I was like, girl if you don't get your hand off of me! She laughed and said something about anytime I wanted to practice the scene with her, just let her know and she would meet me in my room. The bitch is a straight up skank!"
"Did you get, you know, um?"
"What, aroused?"
"Yeah."
"No, she ain't my type. Hell, I ain't nobody been my type since before we started filming. Being a movie personality is difficult; you never know who you can trust, who wants you for you and who wants you for your money or your body. Your coffee finished?"
I nodded as Robert took my empty cup and the breakfast plates and put it all back on the cart for room service to pick up later. Afterwards he goes back into the bedroom. Not sure what to do, I stay where I was sitting.
"Wesley, are you coming in here or what?"
"Here I come." I respond as I rise and enter the bedroom.
"Do me a favor, if you don't mind. Oil me up."
With that, he hands me a bottle of scented massage oil. I take the bottle and pour a bit into my left hand. While I am doing that, he undoes the robe and lets it fall to the floor. It was then that I noticed Robert's damp curly hair, still had small drops of water running down his cheek, neck and chest. My eyes followed one particular droplet as it made its way down his back, running across the of the small of his back and vanishing in the valley that was the crack of his ass, which was covered ever so faintly with a barely perceptible amount of hair. With the oil in the cup of my trembling hand, I began to rub his shoulders and upper back. I applied more oil to my hand and then to he shoulders and upper back.
"You do know I want to be oiled on more than just my shoulders and upper back."
I slowly began to rub his arms and lower back. The muscles of his upper arms, obviously from weight training to get ready for his role in "Coach Carter." were very well developed and defined. His skin felt good to the touch, warm, and soft despite his hard toned muscles. I continued to oil his back and as I neared his ass, I was not sure if he actually wanted me to oil that as well.
"I don't bite!" He blurted out. That was my signal that he wanted me to continue.
I applied more oil to my hands and began to massage his firm round cheeks. I continued from there to the backs of his thighs and calves.
"OK, all done."
"Done? You're not going to do the front?"
I gasped! "Huh?" As he turned around waiting for me to now, oil the front of his body.
I started with his shoulders and upper chest. When I rubbed across his erect nipples, a shock wave went through me. I felt as if I was doing the most taboo thing in the world and yet I loved every minute of it. I continued to massage the vanilla scented oil on his washboard abs. Every rich tight ripple was like nothing I have ever experienced. It was erotic, sensual, and overwhelming and I loved it! I moved farther down his body to massage his legs beginning with his thighs. As I knelt to massage his thighs, there it was at height level with my face. His dick was damn near the length of his thigh and I wanted to touch it not just for my own gratification but something deep inside of me wanted to please him! I was in utter shock. I had heard rumors on the set from some of the women that he had damn near a good nine and a half to ten healthy inches. They had worked with him on that Anne Rice film "Feast of All Saints", he had a semi-nude scene and a few of them had spotted that massive piece between takes as he got in and out of the bed. Now we were here in his hotel suite and he was, standing ass naked in front of me!
His flaccid manhood hung there, swaying from side to side, a huge ten-inch pendulum accompanied by two equally large melons in a dark brown low hanging crinkled sack.
As I rubbed his muscular thighs, my eyes remained fixated on his dick. For the first time in my life, I wanted to know what if felt like to have a dick in my mouth. I wanted to know what a dick tasted like, felt like as my tongue licked the head and as I swallowed the shaft, what it felt like as it grew harder and finally what a dudes cum tasted like as it gushed down my throat! I was fucking trippin and Robert knew it. In all my life, no one has ever attracted me or caused me to be so enamored, especially not a male! I finished massaging his legs and even finished his feet when Robert helped me to stand and walked me closer to the bed and guided me to sit.
"Get comfortable." Robert instructed as he reached for the towel he had used earlier. He wrapped it around his waist. The imprint of his dick was now even more visible, since I had seen it face to face. I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment as Robert stared at me. He then came closer, reached out for me and took my belt in his grasp.
"May I?" He asked. I nodded in response.
Slowly his hands undid the buckle. I took a deep breath, feeling light headed. Once the belt was undone, he proceeded to undo the button on my jeans, followed by the zipper.
"Lift up." Robert's soft voice instructed.
I raised my ass off the bed and allowed him to pull my jeans down to my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and allowed him to remove the jeans all together. He then took hold of my Old navy T-shirt and began to pull it up and over my arms and head. I lay there, vulnerable, wearing only a pair of charcoal grey 2Xist boxer briefs. I almost felt drunk as I looked up at Robert. His eyes sparkling like the sunlight dancing on the surface of a river at sunset. I was lost, enveloped in his gaze, which seemed to touch my very soul.
He motioned and might have even said to slide back, but I was too out of it to have heard anything. I inched backwards, moving farther up on the bed. Robert stood up at the foot of the bed, our eyes locked and yet somehow I was peripherally seeing his full physique. He smiled and I returned the smile with a smile of my own. He reached for the TV remote and he put it on one of those all music channels before walking to the window and opening the curtains letting the morning sunlight flood the room. As the light beamed in, he walked closer to the bed. He stood there for what seemed like the cliché forever as I continued to admire the gift that stood before me. His golden brown complexion radiated with magnificence as the morning sunlight came through the window and bounced off his golden complexion. His well-oiled skin glistened as his muscles flexed with each step, each movement, and each gesture.
"Wesley? Can I trust you?"
I nodded.
He smiled and in an apparent act of faith, removed his towel! I am not sure what was more shocking to me, the fact that I was in Robert Ri'chard's room half-naked, that Robert Ri'chard stood before me completely naked again, or that my cock reacted long before my mind could process the situation. Robert looked at the bulge of my boxers and smiled as he climbed next to me on the bed.
"May I?" He asked as he reached for the elastic band of my underwear. I was flattered that he asked before removing them. It was romantic.
I nodded, giving him the permission to proceed to help slide them off. The fabric confines removed, my cock bounced free, gasping for air and more space so it could continue to grow and expand! Robert's left hand began to caress my inner thigh as we looked into each other's eyes. His gentle strokes tickled but felt soothing and sensual. Slowly his hand trailed upwards along my thigh until he was stroking my nutsack and then my rigid shaft.
I let out a soft moan as he began to stroke my dick.
"Do you like that?" He asked, softly whispering in my ear.
My dick throbbed in his hand letting him know just how much I liked the attention. He continued to gently rub and stroke my dick and fondle balls. After a few minutes of that, I began to release a louder moan of pleasure. As the moan was leaving my mouth, his lips sealed themselves over mine. My moan lost itself, swallowed, and captured as our mouths locked, tongues intertwined as we passionately kissed and embraced. His left hand continued to fondle my hot brown torpedo, which was ready to launch any minute! I was lost in a dream of perfection, blinded by sublime sensual pleasure.
Robert stopped for a moment as he reached to the nightstand where he retrieved a bottle of oil based Wet, which he proceeded to pour a generous amount on my dick, thighs, and balls. Before closing the lid, he put a handful of oil on his now semi-erect caramel stick. After putting the bottle on the nightstand, he positioned himself as if doing a push-up over top of me! Each time he lowered his body, the slickness of the oil allowed his dick and mine to slip and slide between us as his hips began to gyrate. Slowly, Robert began to grind his dick into mine. I could feel his manhood beginning to rise as it grew longer, thicker, and harder! I reached up and took hold of his wide muscular back as his hips continued to rise and fall, pumping on top of me!
"Ohhh Robert!" I moaned aloud.
"Yeah baby, that's it, say my name!" He whispered, before locking his lips on the left side of my neck. He was giving me a hickey and that shit felt good! My hands repositioned to his fat round ass. I slapped his ass one good time and then just held on as his dick slid into a new position, tightly embedded between my thighs just below my scrotum. He began to pump again; the pressure of my thighs gave the semblance of actual penetration. I could imagine what it was like to have my ass sealed around his long stiff cock!
"Oh Wesley, that shit feels good!"
Hearing him call my name and the feeling of him jamming his cock right below my nuts was more than I could manage. I gripped his dick tighter with my thighs while locking my arms around his back and waist as he began to lick and kiss me at the same time and I could feel myself growing close.
"Damn! Wesley, Ohh shit!" He moaned as he too drew closer.
Faster and deeper he pounded while still kissing and licking my ears, neck and lips! I felt his cock stiffen even harder and a few times, his large round cock head stroked against my asshole ever so often, sending shudders throughout my body!
"Robert, oh god, Robert^Å Shit!"
"Yeah baby, yeah!!"
I felt my legs trembling as his dick slide farther and deeper until it found its way to the crack of my ass. There it trailed along the crack tickling and teasing my asshole. It was a feeling I can't describe. I lay there wanting to experience something I never thought I would want, I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel us becoming one body!
"Ohh fuck, I'm bout to bust!" I cried out as Robert pulled off me.
"Oh shit me too baby, me too!"
My dick stiffened and began to unload white streams onto my chest and stomach and at the same time, Robert's dick began to release several long blasts as well. His hot jizz arched and the first two loads hit the pillow above my head, the next two struck me on the left side of my face and ran down my neck and the last three splashes covered my chest and mixed with my own juices leaving a huge puddle on my stomach.
Totally spent, he fell on top of me. The cum splattered outwards like a too much jelly squashed between two slices of bread and drenched the bedspread. For a good five minutes, we laid motionless, cum covered, and exhausted. Then Robert stood up, called housekeeping, asked someone to bring a clean set of bed linens to the suite, and leave them in the living room. After he hung up the phone, he motioned for me to follow him into the bathroom.
Streams of cum still ran down my chest and abs and the smell of his semen, still wet on my face, was an interestingly intoxicating aroma. I was tempted to taste it but resisted that urge, fearing I would look like a freak or something. I followed him to the shower and as we washed each other's backs and chests there was the frequent kissing and nibbles of the ear. Though both of us had just unloaded a healthy amount of juice, both of our cocks remained brick hard!
We rinsed the soap from our bodies, stepped from the shower and dried each other off before applying baby oil so as not to dry out. He went into the other room to get the linens that had been left as requested and then replaced the cum covered sheets with the new ones.
"Let's get some rest." Robert suggested as we climbed in the bed together.
We lay spooning, me holding him, my dick firmly placed between the crack of his firm muscular ass.
Before he fell asleep, I remember hearing him whisper, "I like you Wesley. I hope I can trust you."
"I like you too, Robert. You can trust me." I replied before I joined him in sleep.
Copyright 2005 Erotica by Emir. All Rights Reserved.