Author Comment:
Here's something that might or might not progress -- Let's just see.
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The descent of Whackadoodle the wanker.
His name was Brian. But everyone referred to him as Whackadoodle the wanker. He was, in the truest sense of the word a wanker, since he worked in the porn industry as something more properly known as a 'fluffer.' It was his job to keep the male actor's cocks erect and ready to go, between scenes.
He had started out in straight porn, but since he was male, many of the actors objected to a male fluffer, and so he was moved across the lot to the Gay movie set, and he spent somewhere between eight and ten hours per day, with at least one, if not both hands wrapped around other guys' cocks gently manipulating them in order to reduce the amount of time wasted on set, due to the 'stars' losing their erections.
That explained the wanker part of his name. The 'Whackadoodle' came about because he constantly talked to himself as he 'worked' muttering under his breath as he manipulated cocks of all sizes, colours and forms. One day one of the stars had told a newer star that he was a 'complete whackadoodle,' but he was a very good fluffer, who kept his hands soft and knew exactly how to maintain another man's erection for him. He had been doing this for quite some time after all.
It had all started when he had come to town. He was eighteen years old, and had been told that there was money to be made in the 'adult film' industry. He had rather fancied himself a porn star, even though he was then a virgin. On his first night in town he had been rolled outside a bar, and been forced to borrow money to live. Nobody wanted to lend a young nobody money, excepting a rather vicious loan shark, who fronted the kid a thousand dollars to 'get him through his unlucky time'
The interest on that loan was still growing, and compounding, and by now he owed the loanshark over twenty thousand dollars.
Whackadoodle had gone around all the porn studios, convinced that he would be able to get a job, and pay the loanshark back, but had been laughed out off the lot each time. His underwhelming equipment, and the fact he had cum in his pants the first time a porn starlet had touched him as part of the only audition he had managed to get, meant there was definitely no career for him in front of the camera. One producer took pity on him, though, after he broke down in tears following yet another rejection, and since Whackadoodle knew nothing about film making, couldn't work a camera, and could barely read and write offered him the position of 'fluffer.'
Whackadoodle had refused at first, but as his debt built, and with no prospects of getting a job anywhere else, he finally swallowed his pride, and went back to see the producer.
The producer said he needed to audition him for this role, and promptly took out his cock, inviting Whackadoodle to show him what he could do. Having had plenty of practice manipulating his own, albeit much smaller, cock, Whackadoodle soon brought the producer to full mast, and was able to maintain him there for a full hour. Whackadoodle was a natural wanker. Obviously after an hour, the producer had a severe case of blueballs, and told Whackadoodle that he could have the job, if he finished the producer off. Gritting his teeth, he sped up his stroking of the producers cock, squeezing it as he rubbed and massaged it. He kept his eyes on the older man, which was his mistake. He should have been watching what he was doing. The producer, gave a sharp cry, and the next thing Whackadoodle knew was there were ropes of spunk spurting into his face.
He didn't even have the presence of mind to stop wanking the producer, nor to move out of the way or even point the cock in another direction. He just knelt there accepting the benediction as the producer jizzed into his face and hair.
The producer gave a sigh of contentment, wiped his still cummy cock off on Whackadoodles head, and zipped up. "Go report to Lauren on set three" was all he said. "But clean up first."
Lauren, who was a junior director, was surprised to see this young man. And when he told her what job he had been employed had picket up her phone and called the producer. She complained vehemently that her stars wouldn't like being fluffed by a man, particularly one who wasn't exactly aesthetically pleasing, but the producer overruled her, and so Whackadoodle started his first day on the job.
