A 22 year-old Mystere was so excited. He had been in a funk after being dumped by his first love, Chad, spiraling down below. This involved cruising bus stations around the city looking for homeless men who'd allow him to suck them off for a few dollars.
Mystere finally received some good news via a new friend he met on Grindr. Lying in bed next to Brent one evening, his new love revealed that he knew a director who worked in the gay porn industry. "Really! That's interesting" Mystere exclaimed. "It has been a long time dream of mine to break the world dick-sucking record. I'm not sure what the record is", Mystere said. "But I'm positive I could break it".
"I absolutely think you could" Brent agreed. "It so happens I just got a job as an assistant on Gay Gang Bang #6, a film that is currently auditioning talent. I'm sure I could convince the director to give you a shot". Mystere squealed in delight. "Thank you so much Brent!". Mystere slipped underneath the covers and gave Brent a thank you bj.
"That was in appreciation for making a lifelong fantasy of mine come true" Mystere said after he finished. "Wow!" a breathless Brent whispered. "That was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had". Brent turned his back to Mystere, pretending to go to sleep. He lay next to Mystere for a while in the dark. "You asleep, Mystere?" Brent asked. Brent was hoping he was because he had another Grindr date lined up in a few hours. Mystere usually wanted to cuddle, which Brent definitely was not into.
Brent felt a finger inserted into his anus. "Does that answer your question" Mystere quietly breathed into his ear. "I've got to go" Brent said, pulling away. "The part in Gay Gang Bang #6 isn't a sure thing, by the way. I'll put in a good word and see IF I can get you an audition". "OK" Mystere replied. Suddenly he was worried. To have his dream dangled in front of him, only to be snatched away? He didn't know if he take such disappointment.
"I might have to kill myself if I don't get a part" Mystere said, on the verge of sobbing. Brent pretended he didn't hear, finished dressing and left. "Call me" Mystere shouted as the door of his apartment slammed. The next day Mystere called in sick to work. "I don't feel well" he told Judy in HR. "Bob is not going to be happy" Judy told him. "He said there were commercials you needed to finish cutting together so they could air this week".
"I'm sorry" Mystere lied. "I'm too sick to come in today". Mystere fake coughed then hung up before Judy could reply. Mystere had already threatened to tell Bob's wife about their affair. So he took liberties when he wanted and Bob could pound sand if he didn't like it. Mystere went back to sleep. A few hours later Mystere woke to the sound of someone pounding on his door.
"Open up, I know you're in there" a male voice said. Mystere rose to see who it was. Opening the door completely nude, Mystere saw his boss from the radio station standing before him. "I've got to have you!" Bob blurted after eyeing Mystere's naked body. "I'm sick" Mystere fibbed. "That's bullshit" Bob declared. Then he forced his way into the apartment, slammed the door behind him, and took Mystere in the butt on the kitchen floor.
"No!" Mystere moaned, loving it. Bob grunted as he finished. Then he went into the bathroom to wash up. Mystere got dressed and sat down on the bed. He turned on the TV and flipped around until he found some cartoons. "I'm very cross with you, Mystere" Bob announced after emerging from the bathroom. "I had to cancel a meeting with some important clients to come down to this dump". Bob stroked his mustache and lit up a cigarette. Indeed he looked angry.
"I'm sorry" Mystere apologized. He was worried Bob might tell him he needed a spanking. "I've had just about enough of these threats to tell my wife about what's going on between us!" Bob roared. "Now she tells me she has been getting a lot of calls from someone who refuses to talk when she answers". "So what?" Mystere said, getting defensive.
"The calls are from your number, Mystere! I should know. I pay the bill". "Oh" Mystere said sheepishly. "This will stop" Bob warned. "I don't like hurting you, but I can NOT tolerate this bad behavior". Mystere hung his head in shame. Bob had given him a severe thrashing when he found out he was blowing homeless guys. That incident left Mystere black and blue for weeks, so he knew Bob was serious.
"I won't do it again" Mystere promised. "OK" Bob acquiesced. "But you better not be lying to me. Or else". Bob snuffed out his cigarette in a old pizza box lying on the table and walked toward the door. "You better show up for work tomorrow" Bob cautioned Mystere. Then he was gone. Mystere went to the fridge and grabbed a Fanta. "Yum" Mystere remarked as he guzzled the cold soda. Mystere grabbed a slice of pizza, eating around the cigarette bud as he continued watching cartoons.
Brent called Mystere on his cell a few days later. "I've got good news" Brent said. "Is it about the Gay Gang Bang?" Mystere said excitedly, cutting Brent off. "Yes. I got you an audition" Brent replied. Mystere took down the address. "I'll be there" Mystere said hanging up. The next day Mystere took a long lunch. He was really nervous. Mystere took the bus to the address Brent had given him, a nondescript building in the city.
"I'm here to audition" Mystere told the receptionist, an older woman with a large bust. "For what?" the big boobed woman said disgustedly, looking him over. "The Gang Bang film" Mystere replied. "Oh, no. You're not the right type for that film" the lady said condescendingly. "No fatties". "Brent sent me" Mystere protested. "I don't know any Brent. And my eyes are up here". The lady pointed to her eyes.
"I'm not looking at your fake tits" Mystere replied. "Ask the director. Brent said he'd tell him he should give Mystere an audition". "You're Mystere, I take it?" the woman asked. "Yes" Mystere affirmed. "Very well" the lady said. "My name is Blanche. Have a seat". The woman waved Mystere Mystere toward a waiting room directly across from her. Mystere entered the room and sat down. Two other young, cut men were already seated, waiting to audition (Mystere presumed).
Brent emerged from a back room. He was carrying a stack of white terry-cloth robes. Handing out the robes, he ushered Mystere and the young bucks into a dressing room. "Change into these robes" Brent instructed. "Your clothes will be waiting for you when you're done auditioning" Brent said. "Good luck" he whispered into Mystere's ear.
"What the f*ck are you doing here?" one of the young bucks asked Mystere. "I'm auditioning for the Gang Bang film" Mystere replied. The young buck laughed. Suddenly Mystere was unsure of what he was doing. His face turned a bright red. He entered the dressing room and quickly removed his clothing.
After they had donned the robes, Brent lead the three men into another room. "I am the director of Gay Gang Bang #6, Simon Buckmaster" the man said. He stroked his closely cropped graying beard. "Please remove your robes, gentlemen" Simon announced. The two young bucks got naked. Mystere, eyeing their buff bodies, hesitated. "What's wrong chubby?" the man next to him asked sarcastically.
"Brent tells me you describe yourself as the Asian Ron Jeremy" Simon said, addressing Mystere. "Yes, sir" Mystere replied. "Let me see what you look like erect" Simon directed the two young bucks. "Brent, please fluff them". Brent compiled and soon the assets of the two young bucks were on full display. "Not you" Simon said disapprovingly, pointing to the young buck on the left.
The man, a dejected look on his face, put his robe back on and exited the room. "You, please come closer" Simon commanded the remaining young buck. Grabbing hold of the young buck's member, Simon smiled. "Rock hard. And plenty large. You have the part". Simon congratulated the man.
"You may depart. Blanche has some paperwork for you to fill out after you get dressed". Simon waved his hand and the second young buck put his robe back on and left. "Now for you" Simon said, frowning. Mystere dropped his robe. "Ugh" Simon grunted. "Disgusting. It appears as though your gut obscures your manhood, if anything is there at all". "It's right here" Mystere said, lifting his belly to reveal his package.
"Clearly you are not an Asian Ron Jeremy. Is this some kind of joke, Brent?". Simon looked like he might either laugh or possibly throw up. "Please explain". "When I said I was an Asian Ron Jeremy, I meant I was fat and good at sex" Mystere stammered. "He is extraordinarily talented at orally pleasuring the male organ" Brent interjected. "To that fact I can personally attest".
"OK" the director decided after contemplating the situation for awhile. "Let me see for myself". Then he unzipped his fly and removed his johnson. Mystere dropped to his knees and went to work. Several minutes later Simon was 100% convinced that what Brent said was correct. "Oh, my God! you weren't kidding" Simon concluded. Mystere smiled (after swallowing). "Not so fast" Simon said, zipping up his fly.
"The fact remains that you are far too ugly to appear in my film. I am sorry, but I cannot give you a part". Simon sat down at his desk. "Now please leave". "No!" Mystere cried, tears filling his eyes. Then he started to cry. "Please, I'll work for free" Mystere begged. "Brent, why is your friend still here?" Simon demanded. Mystere left, sobbing uncontrollably and feeling more disappointed than he had ever felt before in his life.
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