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Author
Name: Richard Longfellow
Author Bio: Richard Longfellow resides in London, Great Britain. He’s tall, dark and handsome and
currently unattached. When he’s not tending to his patients, he enjoys stroking
cats, films with happy endings and opening the very best champagne, although
not necessarily in that order. He has absolutely no connection with the school
described in the text and his father never wore a Rolex watch. This is his
second novella of quintessentially British, gay erotica.
Author Contact:
Twitter: @RickLongbow
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Artist: 3 Rusted Spoons
Publisher: Dark Hollows Press
Excerpt
The venue for Mark’s screen test was in the swankiest part of Notting
Hill and the stucco-fronted house looked straight out of the eponymous romantic
comedy. He walked up the steps of the porticoed entrance and just knew there’d
be a butler. The guy who answered the door addressed him like a butler, but his
topless uniform and knowing smile definitely broke the mould. The
ornately-framed pictures lining the stairs hinted at wealth and nubile youths
featured prominently; in fact, some were almost three dimensional in their
prominence. The sound of talk and laughter trickled down from the first floor.
Following where the noise was coming from, the room Mark entered wasn’t
like that of a typical party. Aside from the lavish buffet set out to one side,
it looked like a plush home cinema, with reclining chairs arranged in rows and
a huge flat screen TV at the end. Curiously, there was a dais to the right of
the screen on which a cello stood waiting to be played. Most of the guests were
men but there were a few women as well. Mark fleetingly wondered whether he was
on the menu for their entertainment.
Someone kissed him on the cheek. “Doc, it’s good to see you again!” Mark
was pleased to see it was the irrepressible Steve fully recovered from his
operation and looking exceedingly handsome in a tuxedo and bow tie, his
rebellious spiked hair complementing his conservative garb.
“Shush! Remember I’m here incognito.” Mark stepped back to inspect his
night-time lover. “You look incredible! How come the tuxedo? I thought you’d be
entertaining everyone in your jockstrap.”
Steve smiled. “Ah, that might come later, but first I’ve got something
more serious to attend to.” He started walking towards the dais. “They’ll call
for you when they’re ready,” he said over his shoulder.
Steve walked up to the dais. Mark decided he must be the master of
ceremonies in charge of the evening’s delights. Instead, Steve sat down behind
the cello and lifted the bow. He smiled at Mark, as if to say, “Hey, this is
the real me.” As the prelude of J. S. Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 cast its spell, the guests stopped talking and
moved to the chairs. Mark found himself thinking back to the comment made by
his registrar. He wished the bigot could see Steve now: a dancer, porn actor
and amazing musician who probably brought more meaning into the world than any
third rate surgeon. A tap on Mark’s shoulder brought him back to the here and
now.
“They’re ready for you, sir,” said the semi-naked waiter with a wink.
Mark followed the waiter to a corridor on the left just past the buffet.
The guests were entranced by Steve’s playing and barely cast him a glance. He
was glad he hadn’t eaten anything as butterflies were busy at work in his
stomach. An open door with bright lighting beckoned. He’d expected something
like a smart bedroom. Instead, it was a sizeable photographic studio with
centre stage appropriately given to a super king size bed with black sheets
surrounded by all the paraphernalia of filming.
“Hey, posh boy, long time no see,” said someone to Mark’s right.
Mark turned to look at the guy. He was the same height as himself and
had blond hair that flopped into his eyes. He was grinning broadly. He was also
naked and his dick and balls had been freshly shaved.
“Christ! I don’t believe it!” exclaimed Mark. “You’re the one who gave
me a blowjob! And you’ve had your tooth fixed!”
The guy ran his tongue sexily across his teeth. “Yeah. That’s one of the
perks of this business.”
“So, how long have you been doing porn?”
“Just over a year.” He looked long and hard at Mark. “You know, I sort
of wondered whether I’d see you again. I mean, that dick of yours is quite
something.” He cupped Mark’s groin. “Yup, still there.” His own dick was
getting more erect by the second. “Mm, I can’t wait…”
Mark looked surprised. “So, it’s us together, then?”
“Of course, darlin’.”
Just then, someone who seemed to be in charge came over to greet Mark.
“I’ll be on the bed waiting for you,” said the naked guy, walking back
to the bed with his dick bouncing energetically. Mark realised they still hadn’t
exchanged names.
“You must be Mark,” the man said, shaking his hand. “I’m Eduardo and
BritSpunk’s jack of all trades and master of none – in other words, Talent
Manager and Assistant Director.” He was a bit short but had a nice, engaging
smile and was nothing like the sleazy character Mark had imagined. “I see
you’ve met Frank. He’s clearly keen to get on with the shoot. But let’s run
through some preliminaries first.”
They found a couple of chairs and Eduardo started checking items on a
clipboard. “So, Mark, how old are you?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Gay, straight or bi?”
Mark was initially surprised by the question but remembered some guys
were gay-for-pay. “Gay, although I’d probably be okay with bi.”
“Excellent. Top or bottom?”
“Both.”
“That’s even better. Flexibility is a big help when we’re casting. Now,
what about your dick size? Steve’s a size queen, so it must be big.”
“Nine inches.”
Eduardo raised his eyebrows. “And girth?”
Mark had measured that before he came out as he thought he’d be asked.
“Six and a half.”
Eduardo looked surprised. “Really? That’s impressive. Have you done any
sort of porn before?”
“No.”
“Finally, do you know your HIV status?”
“Yes, I’m negative. I’ve got my test results if you need them.”
“Fantastic, Mark. I think that’s everything we need for the moment. If
you’d like to take your clothes off and join Frank on the bed, we’ll get on
with the shoot.”
As Mark was undressing, he could hear Steve’s cello. He found it surreal
but also comforting, as the music seemed to bridge one world he knew and
another he was just about to discover.
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