Cfnm Randy Summers Lights Camera Erection

I found myself concerned with the fact that my social life seemed limited to sexual situations for which I got paid. It seemed that I didn't have any friends...only clients. Sometimes I liked being a 'call-boy' of sorts...other times I felt guilty and dirty. Even though I had a full-time job, living in the Hollywood area was expensive. I liked living on my own. I didn't want live somewhere else with roommates. I had a good thing going in Vera's little apartment complex. I convinced myself that once I had enough money in my checking account I could quit or at least taper off my man-whore gigs. Of course, I hadn't determined just how much money 'enough' was.

I was still waiting for the additional unit of the chastity cage to arrive. I didn't mind that the project was being pushed to the back burner because the GPS project had hit a major snag. One of the team members thought it would be fun if the AI voice giving directions could speak in the accent of the area being visited. Having the directions spoken in the sounds of a region or other country would add a personal touch.

That was all very well until we started experimenting. The US Southern accent sounded like something out of a very bad Civil War movie, the Irish accent came out like a very stereotypical Hollywood Irish Priest, and the San Francisco Chinatown voice sounded like 'Plincess Rotus Brossom'; all TOTALLY inappropriate and culturally insulting. Jane and Ted still liked the idea of having the various dialects, so we slogged ahead. I was glad my job allowed me the flexibility to do some work alone and at night which left me free for other gigs. I also had plenty of time to jog, work out, swim and keep myself in top physical shape. The only problem was, the more 'money-for-sex' I got, the more I wanted. I was horny all the time.

Shirley called me with double news. The second nightmare sequence where I doubled for Joe was shooting on Saturday. On Thursday she was taking me to the Polo Lounge in the Beverly Hills Hotel for lunch meetings with a movie director and a photographer for a fashion magazine.

"Darling, I'm sure you'll be glad to put Norma and Joe's project behind you. Joe is proving to be quite a diva. Norma is hoping that he'll get fed up with wanting to be a movie star and confine his artistic endeavors to her bedroom. I think you'll like the film project and the magazine layout I'm considering for you. Wear something very dressy."

"Umm...I've got some stuff in blue that's exactly like the bronze stuff I wore to the gallery...and there's a short sport jacket with it. If I don't wear the cock ring Harrison made me put on my 'manhood' won't be quite as obvious."

"That should work. It will show you off just enough. Meet me there at 2. The director and I will be there before you arrive. You can make an entrance. Talk to you later, darling."

I spent the week jogging, weight training and swimming; I wanted to look my best for the upcoming meeting and film shoot. I was anxious for Thursday to arrive. I found the Beverly Hills Hotel on Sunset Blvd. with no trouble. The exterior was VERY pink. I think the valet snickered when he parked my Prius. The interior of the place was very tropical. I made my way to the Polo Lounge. It was also somewhat tropical, looked very expensive, and wasn't too crowded at that hour.

I spotted Shirley with a very portly man. His suit must have cost a fortune, but he still managed to look cheap. I made my way across the dining room. The shirt clung to my ripped abs and the pants still accented my endowment, but the bolero length jacket lessened the effect enough so that I didn't look lewd. I thought that I looked like a star, or a very expensive stud. The man did not rise to greet me as I approached the table. Shirley spoke first.

"Randy, I want you to meet Rusty Myerson, well-known director of avant-garde films. His work has quite a cult following. Rusty, this is Randy Summers who I've told you so much about."

He did extend a large paw-like hand to shake as I sat down. Shirley insisted that I sit between them in the booth. Rusty spoke next.

"OK kid, I'll come right to the point. I make very successful soft-core T&A films; Tits and Ass...lots of strong, kick-ass broad...uh...women...ya know what I mean?"

I nodded.

"A couple of the babes...I mean actresses that I use regularly have been nagg...suggesting that I do more to draw in a female audience. Give 'em something to look at...ya know? Some dick for the broa...women to ogle while the guys are getting' off on some tit...ya know?"

"Yeah, I get it."

"I'm not a homo, so I don't care what you're packin', but the stars of the film wanted me to get a guy who was EQUIPPED, ya know?"

"Yah...I know."

"Shirley says you got the stuff and that's good enough for me. I don't need to see your junk. I need you full-frontal for 2 scenes. There'll be a bonus if you sport wood I can use later on in my 'director's cut'. Shirley's very happy with the money I'm offering."

"Sounds fair; what exactly do I do in the movie?"

"It's called 'Vampire Vixens'. It takes place in the Dark Ages somewhere in Europe. You're a young villager who's a mute...and a virgin. The townspeople forc...er...choose...you to help locate the grave of a vampire and later you get bitten...ya know? It's soft-core nudity...no actual sex...lots of cleavage, plenty of tit, you'll provide some dick."

"Ok...sounds like a fun time."

Just then Shirley noticed a woman over by the bar. She waved to her and got out of the booth.

"Boys, I'll be right back. I see my next appointment. It looks like you two are in agreement."

As soon as Shirley was out of earshot, Rusty leaned in very close, grabbed my crotch and squeezed very hard.

"Look, kid, I'm not happy about this. The stars of the movie, Bambi and Thumper are making my life hell. They're being less than...friendly...until I promise to put some dick in this picture. When they're happy...I'm happy...ya know?"

His grip on my manhood was like iron. I wasn't going to argue.

"I sure do."

"Shirley tells me that you're straight. I might like it better if you were a fa...gay. Bambi and Thumper can be a bit playful...they like to make me jealous. They're both easy on the eyes and STACKED. You'll like working with them. Only don't like it too much. If your junk gets anywhere near their goodies, you won't be 'Randy the Rod' anymore. Get it?"

"Oh yeah...I get it."

Rusty released his grip on me as Shirley returned and sat down. Rusty prepared to leave.

"I'm OK with the kid, Shirl. Send the contracts...I'll let you know the shooting schedule. By the way kid, do you have any problems with horses? One of the scenes involves you kind of sitting on a horse."

"Uhh...no...I've had some experience riding horses."

Shirley bid Rusty farewell.

"It's a pleasure as always, Rusty. Well, Randy, he's quite a character and this pays very well. I've seen the script. It's very erotic but still basically soft core. Your body and...endowment...should be featured prominently. As I mentioned, Rusty's films have a large cult following. If he takes a liking to you, it could mean some more well-paying work. I know that you enjoy being naked in somewhat sexualized situations. You might as well make some good money off your 'hobby'. The cast is a mix of union and non-union people. We may have to consider you joining SAG/AFTRA in the future, but I think there will be more of this special kind of work in non-union and mixed projects. Now it's time to meet Simone."

Shirley waved to the woman at the bar signaling her to join us.

Simone was tall and extremely thin, almost skeletal. She wore a very chic pants suit. Her copper-colored hair was worn in a short, straight bob. The bangs did nothing to hide the deep lines in her deathly pale face. She spoke with a French accent. Again Shirley insisted that I sit between the two of them.

"So, Shirlee...'zis is zee 'Rod'? How very charmant."

I suppressed a laugh. This was just the kind of clichéd accent my team and I were trying to avoid in the GPS project.

"Yes, Simone, this is Randy Summers. Randy, Simone is the head photographer for a very chic and very forward-thinking European fashion magazine. She is known for utilizing nudity in very sensual and classy photo layouts. Most top tier fashion models would kill to be photographed by her, even in the nude."

I was feeling very continental, so I kissed her hand. She smelled of cigarettes and heavy perfume. I tried not to notice the nicotine-stained fingers. If this was my chance to be a fashion model I wanted to make a good impression. This might be a very fun gig.

"Enchante, monsieur. Shirlee, you described heem, but you did not tell me he was so...magnifique. Randee...you are very...beautiful."

Now I know what women mean when they say men undress them with their eyes 'cause that's the look I was getting from Shirley. I caught myself preening, running my hand through my hair. I know I felt myself blush. Shirley looked slightly bemused by my behavior.

"Randee...I am considering you for a shoot involving a bride and groom just after zee wedding, relaxing in ze, how you say, honeymoon suite. Zey will be preparing to...consummate. It will be most romantic and sensual, but also fun and perhaps...silly. Shirlee...would it be all right if I ask Randee to get up and walk across ze room and back. I should like to see how he moves. I always have much action when I shoot. And if he could please take off the jacket, no?"

Shirley nodded. I removed the coat and walked slowly over to the entrance to the Polo Lounge. The very short shirt sleeves accented my large biceps and triceps. The shirt front clung to my ripped abs. The fabric at the crotch of the slacks left no doubt that I was well equipped. Simone applauded.

"Randee, you are magnifique! You move like a golden panther. I want to squeeze your derriere; it is so small and firm. Eet is ze only thing on you zat is...petit. Shirlee, he ees la perfection...I must have him!"

"Simone, I knew you'd like him. He is very comfortable being 'au natural' in front of people."

"Merveilleux! I will call you and we can discuss ze details. Au revoir, Randee. My camera will make love to you."

With that, Simone swept out of the dining room.

"Shirley, you sure introduced me to a couple of characters today."

"Yes, they certainly are...individuals. I'm hoping that these gigs will lead to more such work for you. There may even be producers and directors who involve me in casting that I can convince to include some gratuitous nudity using you."

Shirley treated me to lunch, complete with champagne. I don't remember what I had but it tasted expensive. I felt very decadent. I also decided not to mention Rusty's comments. I figure he had a right to warn me not to play with his girlfriends.

"All right Randy, I must run. I'll messenger over the contract, call time and location for the nightmare sequence shoot on Saturday. If you need anything, call me."

I left carrying my jacket; I didn't feel like putting it back on. The valet may have laughed at my Prius, but he seemed to approve of my biceps and my ass. When I got home, I left a message for Elsie that I would be away most of Saturday in case that was a good time for her crew to come in and do more decorating.

The Saturday call was annoyingly early. I don't feel particularly attractive or studly at that hour. Elsie and her crew were set to come and work on my apartment kitchen since I would be out for several hours. Luckily the shoot was at the same studio where I had shot the wrestling scene, so I knew my way around. As I walked across the sound stage, I saw Vera and her prop master friend.

"Randy, SWEEETIE, you're here! This scene is going to be too, TOO wild! The director will explain everything to you. It's going to be VERY messy...but I think you'll have FUN!"

I wondered just what Vera meant by 'messy'. The director turned out to be Frieda, who had directed the wrestling scene with me and Joe. She was still wearing her mop of fire engine red hair.

"Randy! Good to see you again. Everybody's crazy about the wrestling scene, although they might have to do some judicious cutting to avoid an X-rating! No one is sure if there were 2 guys or if we used special effects to make it seem as though Joe were actually wrestling with himself. That's just what the director wanted! Let me explain what's happening here today."

Frieda may look like a bull dyke, but she managed to grab my ass and steer me toward the set. I was going to say something, but I figured a guy who was going to be running around naked in front of her all day shouldn't quibble about her getting a little handsy.

I couldn't quite comprehend the set. There stood the massive latex vagina that had been in Vera's studio. Across from the pussy hung a huge latex breast complete with a massive nipple. A few feet away was what looked like a shower stall, except that the walls were covered with more breasts of assorted sizes. There seemed to be water hoses attached to the backs of each boob. Frieda pointed at the set pieces.

"Ok Randy, this is the situation. Joe's character is talking to his psychiatrist about a recurring dream. Everything is green screened so all of this will look like it's floating in space. You're going to start by coming through the giant vagina and onto the floor, as though you had just been born. You'll stand and go over to the large breast and then make your way over to the semi-circular wall of boobs. It's a close fit but you should be able to move around a little. We won't rehearse. I'll tell you what to do as we shoot. I want your movements to be spontaneous. Since you're body-doubling for Joe so the lighting won't show much of your face, and your body will be moving in and out of shadows. Let's get you to make-up."

Frieda walked me over to my dressing trailer. Maxine, who had done make-up for the wrestling scene was there. Her hair was still a very butch, black buzz cut.

"Hey Randy, it's nice to see you again. Get inside and get your shirt off. I'll be right in."

I had remembered to bring along my Chinese herbs. I figured if I were going to spend the day playing with fake boobs I may as well look as though I'm enjoying myself. I was kind of getting off on being 'Randy the Rod'. The herbs would make me super horny, super hard and super uninhibited. I took a double dose and shucked off my shoes, t-shirt and gym shorts. I was already feeling exhibitionistic. Maxine returned.

"Oh, Randy, you didn't need to get naked just yet, not that I mind. It's always fun to work on someone who's so attractive. Your body is incredible."

"I appreciate your appreciation. If I'm going to be naked all day, I figured I might as well start. I won't tell if you won't tell."

She looked right at my exposed cock and balls.

"It'll be our...not so little secret. Sit in this chair. At this point in the movie Joe has gotten a mystic symbol tattooed on his left pectoral. I have a peel and stick tattoo to put on you that will match his. It covers most of your pectoral muscle so it will be very obvious even in the crazy lighting."

Maxine consulted some photos so she could match the placement of the tattoo.

"After I place this, I need to moisten it thoroughly. When it sets, I can peel off the paper backing. Umm...I need to get this positioned. There's nowhere for you to lie down. Would you mind if I straddled your lap? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, what with you being all...naked."

The herbs were already making me feel horny. She was a big girl, and even though she looked a bit masculine, she seemed to enjoy my working on my body. I don't think she was wearing a bra. I thought I saw her nipples hardening under her flannel shirt.

"No problem, Maxine. I don't mind as long as you don't mind my man-goods rubbing against you. I might get...tumescent...or something."

She leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Please don't get me in trouble for saying something. I could get fired for sexual harassment."

I whispered back. The herbs had me feeling very, very naughty. I could already feel the blood flowing to my cock.

"I promise I don't feel at all harassed. What happens in my dressing room stays in my dressing room. Say whatever you want."

I noticed that Maxine was blushing.

"After you and Joe shot the wrestling scene, I went to my make-up trailer and played with myself. Watching you and Joe all sweaty and hard made me so wet. It was like watching gay porn. I wish it had been gay porn. I would have liked watching you and Joe fuck. Frieda almost caught me. I went home and got myself off several times thinking about you guys."

My now semi-hard cock was pressing firmly against Maxine's crotch.

"I wish we had time to put that monster inside me, but I have to get you ready for the shoot."

She peeled off the backing, leaving a clearly defined, realistic tattoo on my chest. As she un-straddled my lap, my cock sprung to full attention. Maxine grabbed a hair dryer and blew cool air on the tattoo to make sure it had set. She teased me by blasting air at my cock just to watch it jump around. There was a knock on the door and a voice.

"Mr. Summers, we're ready for you on the set."

Maxine answered.

"We'll be right there! Randy, when we get to your first position, I need to pour some stuff on you to make you all slippery and slimy. It's all organic, mostly gelatin; the kind of stuff they use on kids shows to slime people, only this is clear rather than green."

And then I knew why Vera had said 'messy'. This already had the earmarks of a very long day. When I got to my mark, Frieda was there. The lighting on the set was dark and a bit eerie.

"OK Randy. We're going to need to do this several times; first for long shots and then again for close ups of various parts of your body. The stage should be warm enough for you and we are using warm water. I don't want your 'talent' to experience any shrinkage. All right Max, get him lubed!"

As promised, Maxine poured what seemed like several gallons of clear gooey slime all over me. Standing there naked with a hard-on and dripping with slime felt oddly arousing. Frieda called out.

"Randy, crouch into position by behind the pussy. When I yell 'action' push yourself through to the other side headfirst and lie on the floor in a fetal position. I'll instruct you as we go. Any questions?"

"No...I'm good...gooey but good."

"And...ACTION!"

More slime was dumped on me as I pushed through headfirst and slid into position on the floor. A pool of slime formed around me.

"Hold that position for a moment. Ok, now slowly use your arms to push yourself up a bit...look around...now slowly stand up...try to be a bit unsteady on your feet...good...I love the way the slime is dripping off of you...now notice the giant breast in front of you...slowly walk over to examine it...now run your hands over it...squeeze it...notice the big nipple at face level...pull on it with your hands."

As I did that, a milky colored liquid began to leak from the nipple. I know this wasn't supposed to be porn, but it sure felt like it. Perhaps if the lighting is dark and the audience can't really see what's going on they call it art. The herbs were doing their job. I was horny as hell. Unconsciously I reached down and gave my slimy cock a few strokes. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I really wanted to jack off.

"Now go ahead and lick that nipple."

I did and a blast of liquid erupted from the nipple knocking me backward.

"Excellent...look surprised...stand there for a moment."

A strong stream of liquid shot from the nipple, drenching me from head to toe.

"Great...your body is reacting beautifully. Take a moment, and then slowly turn toward the area with all the smaller boobs. Slowly walk over there...remember to be a bit unsteady...go ahead and touch the boobs at random...stroke them...squeeze them...lick some of the nipples."