White Narcissus Chapter 6: Money, Myth and Magic By Jaydee
For my hairy and handsome e-mail friend
It never rains in California -- it pours, as the song says.
Phillip Chancellor awoke as if from a dream to hear the great splashing drops on the windowpane next to his bed. He was back at the Los Angeles house of his cousin, Eric, where he was spending his two-week vacation from his home in rural Virginia.
"It must have been a dream," Phillip thought, as he rubbed his hairy chest. Had there really been a John Stewart, great movie producer, offering him a role in a major film for a king's ransom? Had he been in a sauna with that handsome man, having his cock sucked and his balls fondled?
But he knew it was not a dream. He had spurted his cum directly into the throat of that tall personable man, famed worldwide for his avant-garde films. And that same John Stewart had indeed offered him a starring role in his newest movie, "White Narcissus." The proposed remuneration had stunned Phillip -- nearly half a million dollars for a few months work. He was scheduled for a screen test today.
He listened again to the raindrops spattering on the glass and his right hand slid down across the pleasure trail of black hair leading to his crotch. His hand found the throbbing presence of his stiff and aching prick. As his fist closed around the silky smooth hardness, he glanced toward the other bed in the room. He could make out in the dim light the sleeping nude form of his younger cousin, the muscular contour of his back and firm asscheeks revealed from under the thin covering of the sheet and colorful bedspread.
Phillip began to stroke lightly on his pisshard peter, squeezing more tightly as his hand rose to the flaring tip. He remembered watching Eric in a similar morning ritual just a few days ago. Now his mind filled with images of Eric's smooth tanned body writhing in orgasmic ecstasy. He closed his eyes and began to jerk rapidly, allowing the erotic sensations to course through his body. As he neared his climax, he was suddenly aware of movement across the room.
"Ahhh, yeah, cuz, stroke that cock," Eric whispered hoarsely.
Phillip jumped in surprise and looked over at his cousin who was now lying on his back, his hips raised and his hand pumping his own nine inches of throbbing manmeat.
"Ummm," he said, grinning at Phillip, "that feels soooo good. Let's see if we can shoot our wads at the same time!"
In unison, the two men stroked their morning erections. Phillip felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to twitch. Precum spilled down onto his fast-moving fingers. He arched his back and spread his hairy legs, the familiar sensations rising from the seat of his passion near his puckering asshole.
"Oh, yes, now, here it comes," he heard Eric rasp through labored breathing. "I'm shooting!!!"
Phillip watched his cousin's huge prick swell to even greater thickness and length as it unloosed a flood of creamy white ejaculate onto his firm abdominal muscles.
"Uh, uh, uh, ooooh, yeah, me, too," grunted Phillip. A gush of cum spurted into the thick black hair of his chest. Three more spasms deposited sticky fluid onto his flat belly and more of his copious cumload drained down across his tightly gripping fingers.
"Gotta piss quick," said Eric, leaping from his bed and heading for the bathroom. Phillip felt like his bladder was going to burst. He followed close behind. As Eric unleashed from his quickly detumescing peter a steaming yellow stream into the toilet, Phillip stood at the nearby basin.
"I can't wait," he said, allowing his piss to flood into the sink with a loud splash. "Ahhh, that feels almost as good as cumming."
Eric rushed back to the bedroom, hurrying to get dressed for work.
"What's on your agenda today?" he asked as Phillip pulled on his Calvin Klein boxerbriefs.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Phillip grinned mysteriously. "Actually, I'm going to a major Hollywood studio for a screen test."
"Yeah, you're right there. I don't believe it," laughed Eric.
Well, it was almost the truth. The studio he was heading for was JS Productions, a small independent company owned by John Stewart. Within an hour, he found himself in the luxuriously appointed office, an attractive secretary inquiring about his name.
"I'm Phillip Chancellor," he said quietly. "Mr. Stewart asked me to come by this morning."
"Oh, yes, come right on in," she said, leading the way to the massive carved-wood door eblazoned with the producer's name.
"Phillip, come in," boomed the bass voice. "Sit down. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Sure. Just black, please, no cream or sugar," the young Virginian drawled, betraying a slight nervousness.
John explained that his new film was a modern story based loosely on the Greek myth of Narcissus, a handsome youth who fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool of water. The title role had already been accepted by Leonard deCastro. Phillip was to play the part of his best friend, Andrew, who tries to distract the handsome youth from his self-destructive egotism by arranging liaisons with beautiful women, at last sacrificing himself to the lustful bisexual.
Phillip had doubts. He wasn't sure he wanted his first role to include gay overtones. But the money and the chance to appear with major stars were indeed tempting.
Later that day, he met the charming and handsome deCastro and took an instant liking to his casual and friendly demeanor. They had a long conversation and the star finally asked Phillip to join him in his dressing room for a drink while he changed clothes.
"I guess we had better get to know each other since we're going to be stuck together for this movie," Leonard said, as he handed Phillip a bourbon and water. He started undressing and was soon revealing the smooth hairless body that had been displayed on movie screens, in magazines and on the Internet for the appreciative eyes of women the world over -- and not a few men.
He showed no modesty as he pulled down his Tommy Hilfiger briefs, his normal-sized circumcised cock dangling handsomely over a set of round golfball-sized nuts.
While Phillip openly stared, Leonard casually fondled his genitals, took a long sip from his drink and smiled.
"I'm feeling a little horny right now," he said, moving toward Phillip, who was taken aback by the sudden erotic turn of the conversation. "Maybe we could practice a little male bonding in preparation for our work together."
The movie star reached for Phillip's belt and began undoing the clasp. "Let's see what you have to offer." He unzipped the hairy stud's Dockers and slid his hand in to grasp the rising erection. Phillip gasped, "Uh, wait, I don't know--" But his cock spoke for him, hardening swiftly and popping outward into Leonard's massaging fist. Soon his clothes were lying on the floor and the famous star was running his hands over Phillip's hairy chest and flat abdomen.
"Nice fur," he whispered. His right hand now pressed the two throbbing cocks together and the left slid around to grip a hairy muscular buttock. "Ummm, you are very hot."
With only a moment's hesitation from both men, their lips met in a passionate kiss. Leonard's tongue swirled into Phillip's mouth, catching him by surprise. He felt his cock leap in the stroking fingers. Both men were leaking precum, which lubricated their intermingling erections.
Pulling Phillip by his dripping, twitching prick, Leonard lay down on a nearby couch, spreading his legs widely. He turned his head and slowly licked Phillip's drooling cockhead, swirling his tongue lasciviously around the sculpted helmet.
"Suck mine while I suck yours," he whispered hoarsely, reaching down to lightly stroke the near-perfection of his rigid manhood. Phillip straddled the handsome young man's head and brought his mouth to the smooth alabaster column protruding from a small patch of light blond pubic hair. He slid more than half of the stiff shaft into his mouth and began to suck as he forced his own cockhead deep into the wet warmth of his fellator's oral cavity.
The men soon established a rhythm, plunging their cocks in ever-faster strokes between each other's hot saliva-spewing lips. Phillip felt a finger pressing just in back of his tightening balls and sped up the movement of his bobbing head while he squeezed the plump hairless roundness of the star's scrotum.
"Uhhhh," groaned Leonard around the swelling fullness of Phillip's pistoning manprick. His orgasm shook through his body, exploding great wads of jizm into Phillip's mouth. Seconds later, the hairy man on top shuddered a body-wracking climax, squirting an equal load that spilled from Leonard's lips and drained down onto the satiny fabric of the sofa.
The two men lay there breathing heavily, their orgasms ebbing slowly. Phillip rose, his limp, wet dick dripping the remains of his ejaculate onto Leonard's cheek.
"That was an excellent rehearsal," said the grinning movie star. "We are going to have a real rapport on this project."
"Come on," he added, rising quickly from the sofa. "We both need a shower after that little interlude."
Phillip followed, admiring the smooth muscularity of Leonard's asscheeks. He could understand how this handsome man could fall in love with his own image.