White Narcissus Chapter 5 -- You Ought To Be In Pictures
By Jaydee (for BG, my friend)
Phillip Chancellor was more than a little confused. It was only his third day in Los Angeles on a week's visit with his cousin, Eric, but already he had experienced five mind-blowing orgasms -- his usual quota for a month, if masturbation were eliminated from the formula.
But what rattled him slightly with concern was the means of those pleasurable interludes. The most recent had been at the hands -- and mouths -- of a beautiful young starlet and a mysterious handsome movie producer. Although John Stewart was as glamorous and well-dressed as one would imagine for a moneyed mogul, his casual friendliness and genuine charm were entirely out of place in the world capital of phoniness. John had invited Phillip to his palatial Beverly Hills estate after a brief, but eventful meeting on the flight from Washington. Now here they were, standing nude in one of the many bedrooms of the big mansion. Jessica, the barely 18 and shapely blonde who had shared a bed with the two moments before, had excused herself to go to the adjoining bathroom. The pert erectness of her breasts and sensual curve of her bare buttocks had implanted a sharp image on Phillip's brain. "Well, Phillip, that was excellent." John's soothing bass voice scattered the visual image somewhat. "Now we can join the others for a quiet drink and a bite to eat." The big man -- six foot five and firmly muscled -- had retrieved a pair of colorful swim shorts from a bureau drawer and was stepping into them. Phillip couldn't help but admire the tanned luster of his smooth chest, flat belly and dangling cock. That instrument, which had truly impressed him in their two encounters with its erect nine-inch proportions, was still a thick smooth uncircumcised tube extending a full six inches over a massive set of balls even in its relaxed state. John raised his head and his brilliant blue eyes caught the younger man's gaze. He smiled broadly and Phillip blushed as John looked him over unabashedly. He seemed pleased by what he saw -- six-foot-three of masculine perfection, dark brown hair covering well-developed pectorals and abdominals, a thick furry bush framing a trimmed cock of average size and a low-hanging sack that more than matched his own testicles. The pattern of his hair was fascinating -- a thick mat beginning just below his collarbone and extending lushly downward to form a thick pleasure trail to the damp and tangled jungle of his pubic hair. Most of the rest of his body, legs and arms was covered with downy fine brown growth. Phillip blushed slightly at the attention he was drawing and turned his back to John, bending to retrieve his silk Calvin Klein's from the floor. "Wait, here's a pair of trunks you can slip into. We're heading out to the pool now," the older man said, reaching toward him with the garment. Phillip turned, took the trunks and quickly pulled them up over his nakedness, his drained and somewhat sticky dick finding a happy refuge in the silken pouch. John led the way down a long corridor toward the sound of chatting voice punctuated by happy laughter. Emerging into the bright sunlight, Phillip squinted across a poolside scene of some 25 people -- tanned and nubile women in bikinis, a few not bothering with the top sections; handsome and muscular men, and a few older women and men lounging around on deck chairs. Drink glasses tinkled and a large buffet of food at one side groaned under its cargo of shrimp, caviar, fresh fruit and vegetables and succulent-looking desserts. "I have a few people I want you to meet," John said quietly, leaning close to his ear. "But first, let's get a drink and something to eat. That bit of exercise has given me a real appetite." As they moved to the bar and buffet, greetings rang out: "John, hey, at last you grace us with your presence!" "Hello, John, who's your friend?" The film producer waved and acknowledged the greetings without pausing to answer questions. Drinks in hand and nibbling some of the bountiful buffet offerings, the two proceeded toward a corner where two men were seated, deep in conversation. "Peter, here's someone I want you to meet," John said to one of the men, a dark-haired man with a deep tan and a slight paunch. "Phillip Chancellor, I'd like you to meet Peter Carello, the director of my latest film." Carello stood and shook hands. "Well, it's very nice to meet you. Are you the Virginian that John has been singing praises about?" "Well, I don't know. I am from Virginia," Phillip said, covering a bit of nervousness. "Yes, yes, he's the one," said John. "I think he'd be perfect in the role." Role? What role? Phillip felt even more confused, like he was in some strange dream. "Phil, I know this is a surprise, but I'm prepared to offer you a starring part in a major production that will begin filming next month. Don't answer yet. I'll give you the script. Read it and see what you think." John's warm smile and the friendly arm he placed on Phillip's shoulder calmed the younger man somewhat. "Peter, how about the three of us heading into the sauna to discuss a few of the details? I'm sure Phil has some questions." John led the way to another rear entrance to the big mansion. Inside was a luxuriously appointed locker room with marked doors leading to a sauna, a steam room, an exercise area and a glassed section with three hot tubs. Leading the way around a corner into a section separated from the main room by heavy mahogany louvered doors, John emerged into a shower room with four shower heads. "It's best to take a shower before going into the sauna," he explained as way of instruction to his young guest. He stripped out of his trunks, again revealing the prodigious uncut pecker and large balls to Phillip's incredulous glances. The other two stripped also, Peter uncovering a rather short, plump dick and average-sized ballsac surrounded by dark black hair. "The deal is this, Phillip," said John, running his hands over his smooth chest and belly as the water rained over him. "Even though you have no acting experience, you have the perfect physique and personality for the film we are planning. I have searched across America and I knew when I saw you on the plane that you were the one." Phillip remained silent, turning to face into the shower, his hairy and muscular asscheeks glistening whitely at the stares of his showermates. When he turned back around, he was stunned to see that John's massive cock had risen to full erection and he was sliding its long foreskin back from the artistically sculpted mushroom tip. "Jesus," growled Peter from the adjacent shower, "are you horny all the time, John? It seems every time I see you naked you have a hardon!" "I guess I am," laughed John, continuing to slide his thick fingers along the nine-inch prong arcing outward from his flat abdomen. Phillip felt his own cock stir and begin to rise as he watched the action. He recalled how John had twice so far taken his throbbing prick into his mouth for unexpectedly expert blowjobs. "You warming up, Phillip?" John asked, nodding toward the six-inch-plus rod that now throbbed and twitched between the younger man's legs. "You both are fucking satyrs," Peter laughed. Phillip noted that the man introduced as a director now sported a nice hardon, too, just slightly shorter and fatter than his own bobbing pecker. "Let's head for the sauna," instructed John, grabbing a thick white towel from a nearby stack and wrapping it around his waist. It poked out obscenely in the front where his long, thick manmeat protruded. Peter and Phillip wrapped towels around themselves and followed John into the hot, dim interior of the large sauna. Inside, John quickly doffed his towel and sat on it to return to the slow stroking of his stiffened rod. None of them spoke as they settled onto the benches, but Phillip was surprised to see Peter's hairy fist reach out and grip the tip of John's big cock. "That's a hell of a penis you have there," Peter said, pulling the foreskin all the way back from the purple knob. As he squeezed and slid his hand upward, a drop of clear precum formed and dribbled down the veiny shaft. Phillip leaned back and allowed his cock to point upward. Taking the cue, John slid over and began to lick the exposed head surmounting the smooth alabaster shaft. "Do you mind?" John said, looking up into Phillip's dark eyes, sparkling now with unbidden lust. Phillip shook his head. John let his hot mouth slowly descend over the pulsing member, lower and lower until his nose was buried in the dark curls of Phillip's thick pubic bush.
"Ummm," Phillip moaned, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. "Ohh, yes, suck it."
John's tongue was dancing in rapid swirls around the thickening shaft and then upward to the sensitive glans. A moan escaped from the cocksucking producer, sending a new sensation along the hypersensitive flesh his mouth enclosed. Phillip opened his eyes to see Peter kneeling between John's knees, his stretched jaws expertly engulfing the about half of the monster dick. The director was pumping his own short, fat rod with his rapidly sliding fist.
Phillip could feels his balls tighten as John began to bob his head frantically while his big hand gently caressed the dangling scrotum. He slid a finger into the spot just behind Phillip's balls, pressing urgently. His lips tightened and his movements speeded up.
"Oh, yeah, oh, oh, I'm getting close," Phillip warned, thrusting upward to meet the slurping softness and feeling his cockhead slip into the man's gullet.
His orgasm built rapidly and arrived an instant later.
"Aaaah, aaaaah, ooooohhhhh, suck it, suck my cum out," he gurgled. The spasms hit him like an epileptic seizure. He twisted and jerked, his cock firmly implanted in John's suctioning mouth. His load fired in three quick spurts.
Breathing heavily, Phillip opened his eyes just in time to see John's erupting prick twitching in the grasp of both of Peter's fists, his mouth held wide just over the gaping piss slit of the massive manmeat. Peter's sperm had already been deposited on the floor of the sauna, where it lay in white globs. He now struggled to swallow the thick effluvium arcing from John's orgasm-wracked body.
The three men relaxed in the afterglow of their orgasms and the pervasive heat of the sauna.
"Time for another shower," John finally announced. The trio gathered up their towels and went back to the shower room to rinse off the sweat and other remnants of their sexual sojourn.
"We didn't answer many of your questions, did we?" John said as the water rushed over their bodies. "Do you have any?"
"Oh, I have a lot. Many, many questions," Phillip responded. "But for now just tell me the name of this great epic film."
"The name? The name? Well, it's White Narcissus.' You know, that's why I've taken that flower as sort of a trademark." John's mysterious smile brought other questions to Phillip's mind.
End of Chapter 5