Top - Part 1

I’m face to face with the man that has been labelled “The Sexiest Man Alive” according to P. magazine. And obviously, a magazine telling us who’s sexy and who isn’t, is totally normal in the time that we live.
My agent, Michael, who looks more Wall Street, than Hollywood today, is blabbing about my training, and my clear motivation to be a part of this film, and I can’t help but wonder if I should really be pitching myself to the executives, and the director. He looks at me. Him. Not, Michael. And he smiles at me. I nervously crack a smirk and look down. The director, Thomas, turns to me and says “You’ve obviously got amazing talent, and I really think you would be perfect for this role...” I’m almost speechless. Not because he says that to me, but because my imagination has been going wild with scenarios of getting fucked silly on this nice board room desk for the past ten minutes, by you-know-who.

“I really appreciate that. Thanks so much.” I say, while picturing getting pounded hard. By Him. I can honestly feel his perfect hands around my ass, while we’re both facing each other. Slowly falling on his dick as he’s intently staring at me. Fuck, I’m getting really hard just picturing this.

“The only thing is...” Thomas continues. Of course - here comes “the but”, “..the only thing is, you are really much younger looking on camera than any of us envisioned. No question whether you can do this role, but I’m just worried that you might...” And now my dick shrinks.

I interrupt. Should I be? Fuck it. “I see what you’re saying, but there is no doubt in my mind that my experience in life and in the business would not be enough. Yes, I’m only 19, but I think it would make the relationship between the two even more powerful overall. And if you’re worried about certain audience demographics – fuck it. We’re here to create art, and that’s what we’re going to do.” Michael looks at me stunned. But stunned with a smile. The boardroom is silent. Until Thomas breaks it with a grin and goes, “Well, then let’s make a movie.”

As we’re walking through the Paramount lot, Michael turns to me and hugs me like I’m his trophy. “You were fuckin’ amazing!” he shouts. I just shrug. “I didn’t really do anything..” I say quietly. “What, you’re not excited, kid?” Ha. He called me kid. “No.” I respond, “I am. I’m just a little nervous now, that’s all.” Mike ignore me and goes, “I’m really proud of you, Matt. You’ve come a long way from being that neurotic timid kid from Canada.” He says patting me on my back. “We’re going to celebrate our asses off tonight. And, yes tonight I am not your agent, but you’re friend. So buckle up, cause I’m taking you to Koi and then we’re meeting up with some friends at LAX.” I just smile, and look at how fuckin’ sexy my agent is. He has short dark brown hair, and is about 6’1, with almost a slimmed down football body structure. He has a chiselled jaw, and bright green eyes. I can’t tell you how many times I jerked off while thinking about him blowing me and taking my entire load. Because, in my mind, my agent is not only gay, but he’s a bit of a slut. A man-slut, if you will. And it really doesn’t help that he buys suits that perfectly outline his amazing cock. It’s hard being in a business in a city where beautiful people are constantly roaming about. I know, life is jus t so hard.

We jump into his Mercedes, and as I’m closing the door, someone outside stops it.
“Hey!” It’s him. ‘Sexiest Man Alive’
“Oh, hi!” I say, imitating his excitement.
“I just wanted to say I’m really looking forward to working together. I would love to have dinner with you so we can chat and maybe get some awkward things out of the way before we start shooting.” Oh fuck. You shooting down my mouth isn’t awkward at all.

“Yeah that sounds great...” I stop. And purposely don’t call him by his name almost as if I’m a little scared to. I can tell he senses that, so he smiles, and I give him my number.
I shut the door and turn to Michael. He laughs at me, as he’s checking his Blackberry. “You have a fuckin’ crush on him, don’t you?” He spits out.
“No, I don’t. I don’t even know the guy. Besides, he’s straight as an arrow.” I say, trying to be as convincing as possible.
“What does that even mean? Just don’t try and fuck him. I don’t need you screwing us out of the deal before it’s even written up.” He says smiling.
“Well, if you say so.” I respond with sarcasm dripping, as I look out the window as we drive along the busy highway.
All of a sudden, I get a text message. I look down at my phone, and it says, “Btw, feel free to call me Brad.”

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Later that night, we’re at some crazy upscale club downtown L.A., and I’m sitting in some lounge quietly drinking a Corona, minding my own business, when suddenly, Lindsay comes walking through with a bunch of people following her. She looks really good, but for someone who is apparently sober, I don’t really know why she’s here. She stops, and just looks at me. Or rather, looks right through me. And then turns around and continues walking to her section of the lounge. ‘Hmm. She seems pleasant’ I think to myself. I look to my left and Michael is talking up some twenty-something girls, who seem excited with the fact that a connection to the business is talking to them. And if I were into boobs, I think it would be love at first sight. But I’m not, and I swear they’re too fake to be true.

This place seems to be themed as asian inspired, but there aren’t really any Asian people in here. Let alone, anyone of minority. The walls are painted with a gold shinny design and a dark red background, with lights that seem to be dimly lit for eternity. Beautiful people plaster the walls with drinks, and loud chatter.
“You must be Matt.” I look up in front of me, and I see this tall man with short buzzed hair, staring at me, whilst holding a beer.
“Yes. That’s me.” I say, trying to get over the fact that every man looks this good here.
“I’m Warren. Mike represents me as well, and told me you guys would be here” We both look over to our agent who seems to be getting happier and happier and more animated by the drink.

I laugh, and tell him to sit down. And no, I don’t exactly look like a model, as does Warren. But people tell me I’m cute, as they brush my short spiky black hair as if I were their dog. I stand at 5’10 and with a body that I’m furiously getting in shape for this up coming film since I’m going to be naked for most of it.
“So, I heard you got the part.” Warren looks at me with a curious smile. God, I could just melt.
“Yeah..I..wait, how did you know about that?” I ask genuinely surprised.
“People talk in this town...shit gets spread fast. Plus, I auditioned for the role, and they said I was ’too pretty’, whatever the hell that means. I was totally into playing gay” he says, as he takes a sip of his beer.
“Maybe your looks would outshine the star.”

He snorts a laugh. “I doubt it. Why, who’s the lead?”
I just stare and give him a slight turn of the head and look away.
“Are you shitting me?!” He shouts.“No fucking way! You know, everyone is saying this is gonna be the next Brokeback Mountain. I can’t believe he signed on to do it. You’ll be great in it.” He says, while looking like he suddenly got turned on.
“Really? You’ve known me for less than five minutes, though”
“I’ve got a great intuition about this kind of stuff.” He replies, and winks at me. And, I’ve melted.

Quickly changing the subject out of nervous habit I say, “I have to have all these meetings with the PR firm Michael works with. Apparently I’m going through a boot camp before I can talk about the film with anyone.” I say, while staring at his perfect biceps. Warren sort of catches my glance. And smiles.
“So, does that mean you’re gay? Or you’re just playing gay?” He asks incredulously.
“Mike said I’m not aloud to talk about that.” And as the words are coming out of my mouth, I realize I sound like a fuckin’ puppet.
“Yeah? So, if Mike tells you to fuck him, would you?” Warren asks with one eyebrow up.
“Fuck yeah.” I respond, which makes us both laugh.
“Well good luck, man. I tried everything, and all he would do is talk about pussy and hockey.”

We just stare at each other for a second. And I don’t know if it’s the alcohol in me, but I feel bolder than I have before. I feel like I could conquer the world.
“Haven’t I seen you before?” I ask, “I swear I’ve seen you on a billboard.” And that’s when it hits me.
“Yeah, I did this crazy national campaign for Calvin Klein. Lucky enough to be their underwear model for their 06-07 season.” He smiles.
God, he needs to stop smiling at me.
“Holy shit, that’s right. You were everyone’s wet dream for a year!” I blurt out.

He laughs, “Dude, do you want to get out of here? This place is kinda lame, and I know this really chill club I know you would be into.”
I just nodded, and before you know it, we’re in his apartment in West Hollywood, ripping off each others clothes and licking, nibbling, and kissing each others body.
So much for the chill club.
We’re on the couch, shirts off, and his body is just as hot in person, which means no airbrushing there! I start to take down his shorts, and lick his already hard cock. And I go for the top of it, and try and go down and gag.

“Ouch!” He says as he pulls my head up. Fuck, I bit him. Should I tell him? Well, he’s gonna find out anyways...
“Shit, this is my first.” I say looking up at him.
“What?” He says. And stops. Staring at me in the dark, I can’t tell what he thinks.
“It’s my first time..”
“Well, no shit.” And even that sounds hott in his raspy voice. He grins, and pulls me up and lays me on his leather couch. He kneels on the ground and puts my legs above his shoulders, and goes down to my ass. “This is called rimming..” His tongue dives and does circles around my ass and then I feel his entire mouth just eating me out slowly. Warren looks up at me and asks if I’m okay. And I just moan a “Fuck yeah.” Within seconds, he shoves a finger in my ass, and I try and do the manliest gasp possible, as he comes up to kiss me.

My cock is about to explode, and I can’t help it, so I push him off. And he looks at me almost rejected, but then asks “Gonna cum?” I shake my head yes, and he winks at me, and says “Tell me if this is too much. I’ll go slower if you want to.”

His cock head pushes into me, and he brings my legs around his waist. “Are you ready?” he asks. And without waiting for a response, he slides his dick all the way into me and comes to me face to face. I feel like my insides are going to explode, and I’m almost seeing stars. He starts pumping and whispers “Are you okay?” Well, it’s not like he waited for my response before, so I just moan.
It’s really starting to hurt, but I’m hard as a rock, and Warren starts jerking my dick with his eyes closed, squinting and making possibly the sexiest face I’ve ever seen each time he enters me. I’m squeezing his sculpted back, and feeling his ass flexing, which puts me in overdrive, and I end up cumming all over his hand and chest, and it hits the bottom of my face. I’m panting like crazy, and Warren opens his eyes and licks the cum off of my face and his hand and grunts, “Can I cum inside you?”. I’m seeing stars and I feel numb all over my body, so I begin to push down on his cock. He begins to moan really loudly, and grunts “I’m cumming Matt. Dude, I’m cumming dude..” And I feel his cock expanding and so I grab onto his perfect sweaty body as he spasms in pleasure on top of me.

We just lie there in a cliché sweaty-ness of a mess, which then prompts Warren to fall asleep on me within seconds. Feeling a little trapped under this Greek God, I slowly slither out under him, and grab my clothes and call a cab to pick me up. Assuming that’s protocol.
My phone begins to vibrate, and I think it’s the car waiting to pick me up, so I begin to walk outside, and answer the phone.
“You’re picking up now? I thought you’d be out celebrating”

“...Yeah, I did a little. Who is this?”
“It’s Brad.”
Shit.Fuck.
“Oh, Hi. How are you?
“I’m great. And you?” he sounds like he’s eating.
“Pretty good.”
Silence. He laughs a little.
“Listen, why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow night if you’re not busy.”
“Okay. That sounds nice.”

Silence.

“So, do you want me to send you the directions?”
“Don’t you have, like, an assistant to do that for you?”

He laughs again. “I think I can handle sending you my address. 7:00 good?”
“7:00 sounds great.” I say, and walk towards the taxi coming towards me.
“Alright, see you then. Have a good night, Matt.”
“You too.”