The King of Character Actors
Featuring Charles Durning, Dolph Sweet.
Back in 1979, Frank was working on the set of the TV mini-series Studs Lonigan, which had just finished filming. Frank was at the wrap party stag and had been talking with this pretty girl. If nothing else, Frank would have a good time just chatting with her and admiring the guys in between. Frank couldn’t keep his eyes from flickering from one old man’s face to another as he threaded through the crowd. Frank noticed Charles Durning at the bar. The gray-haired man looked to be in his mid-fifties and a little chubby. His face was round and clean-shaven with a beautiful set of sparkling blue eyes. He was exactly the type of guy that Frank liked.
Suddenly, Durning noticed Frank undressing him with his mind as he got his drink, gave him a nod, and came over to where Frank was seated, sat down beside him, put his arm around Frank, and whispered in his ear, “So, you like my daughter, eh?”
Frank was sort of taken aback, but answered with a nervous “yes.”
He then said, smiling that charming smile of his, “That’s fine. But just remember that she’s only 16.”
And with that, Durning patted Frank on the back, excused himself, and walked back to where he had been sitting. No way did she look that young, but Frank wasn’t interested in her anyway.
Needing a smoke, Frank decided to find a spot, so he left the party. When Frank got around the corner, he could hear familiar sucking sounds. And an occasional groan. Frank headed for a nearby door he found slightly ajar. Frank should have knocked, but for some reason, he didn’t. But what Frank saw caused his heart to skip a beat. There in a corner was some guy blowing actor Dolph Sweet of all people.
Frank watched as the old man guided the guy’s head up and down his cock. Frank’s dick stirred to life immediately. He reached down and started rubbing himself through the fabric of his slacks as Frank spied on the husky actor while the guy continued his job on Dolph’s thick cock. Frank didn’t know how long he stood outside peeking inside, but it was too long.
“What in hell are you doing!”
Frank turned around, and there was Charles Durning standing behind him. Then, before he could answer, Durning grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him inside the room.
“What the fuck!” Dolph said.
“Don’t mind us,” Durning said to Dolph. Then he put his arm around Frank and whispered in his ear, “You’re gay, aren’t you?”
Frank was sort of taken aback, but answered with a “yes.”
Durning then said, smiling that charming smile of his, “Good, good. Suck me off.” Dolph smiled as he continued mouth-fucking the other guy. Frank couldn’t believe he was about to suck Charles Durning’s dick, but it was happening! Frank dropped to his knees in front of the suited actor, his trembling fingers fumbling with the zipper of Charlie’s black trousers. The fabric parted, revealing a bulge straining against white briefs, and Frank tugged them down, freeing Charlie’s thick, pale 7-inch cock. It bobbed heavily in front of Frank’s face, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum, the musky scent hitting his nostrils like a drug.
Frank leaned in, his tongue darting out to lap at the tip, tasting the salty bitterness as he swirled around the spongy head. Charlie groaned, a low rumble from his barrel chest, and Frank opened wider, wrapping his lips around the shaft. The girth stretched his mouth, hot and pulsing against his tongue as he sucked, hollowing his cheeks to draw out more of that delicious taste. He bobbed his head, slow at first, spit slicking the length as he worked it deeper, until the head nudged the back of his throat. Frank gagged slightly but pushed through, his hands gripping Charlie’s stocky thighs, fingers sinking into the soft flesh beneath the suit pants now pooled around his polished black shoes.
“Fuck, kid, you’re a natural,” Charlie rasped, his deep-set blue eyes locked on Frank’s as he threaded his thick fingers into Frank’s short, light brown hair, guiding him with gentle tugs.
Frank’s cock throbbed in his slacks, aching for attention, but he focused on Charlie, sucking harder, the wet slurps mingling with the sloppy sounds of the other guy servicing Dolph nearby. Charlie’s hips bucked, shallow thrusts fucking Frank’s mouth, and Frank could feel the shift—the veins pulsing, the head swelling—as Charlie neared the edge.
“Gonna cum,” Charlie grunted, and Frank pulled back just enough to catch the first thick spurt on his tongue. Hot, salty cum flooded his mouth, spilling over his lips as he swallowed what he could, the rest dripping down his chin in sticky strands. Charlie yanked himself free, milking the last ropes onto Frank’s face, painting his fair complexion with white streaks as Frank licked his lips, savoring the taste.
A grunt from Dolph snapped Frank’s attention sideways. The bull-necked actor had the other guy on all fours now, pants around his ankles, his grey hair slick with sweat as he spat into his palm and slicked his ruddy, thick cock.
“Hold still,” Dolph growled, aligning himself with the guy’s tight, puckered hole. The guy whimpered, his boyish face twisting as Dolph pressed in, the wet squelch of penetration loud in the cramped room. Frank watched, mesmerized, as Dolph’s girth stretched the guy open, sinking in balls-deep with a meaty slap of skin on skin. The guy moaned, rocking back to meet each thrust as Dolph pounded him, his heavy sack swinging with every brutal snap of his hips.
Charlie, still catching his breath, noticed Frank’s rapt stare and chuckled darkly.
“You want some of that, huh?” he said, clamping a hand on Frank’s shoulder. He shoved Frank down onto his hands and knees, the rough carpet biting into his palms as Charlie yanked Frank’s slacks and boxers down in one swift motion. Frank’s lean ass was exposed, goosebumps prickling his fair skin as Charlie’s calloused hands spread his cheeks wide. The first swipe of Charlie’s tongue against Frank’s hole was a shock—wet, warm, and relentless. He lapped at the tight ring, circling it with slow, sloppy strokes before spearing the tip inside, fucking Frank’s ass with his tongue. Frank moaned, his cock twitching beneath him as Charlie rimmed him, the stubble on his ruddy face scraping deliciously against Frank’s sensitive skin.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Charlie mumbled between licks, his breath hot and humid as spit dribbled down Frank’s crack. Dolph’s thrusts grew erratic, his grunts turning to growls as he slammed into the other guy.
“Take it, you little slut,” Dolph snarled, and the guy screamed, “Fuck me!” as Dolph unloaded, his hips jerking as he pumped cum deep inside. The sight sent a jolt through Frank, and Charlie, sensing it, pulled back, spitting a thick glob into his hand and smearing it over his cock.
“Ready?” he asked, voice thick with lust, and Frank nodded, breathless.
The blunt head of Charlie’s cock pressed against Frank’s slicked-up hole, teasing the rim before pushing in. The stretch burned, a sharp sting that melted into deep, aching pleasure as Charlie eased inside, slow and deliberate. Frank’s walls clenched around him, hugging every inch until Charlie bottomed out, his coarse pubic hair tickling Frank’s ass.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Charlie grunted, his hands gripping Frank’s hips as he started to move. He pulled out halfway, then thrust back in, setting a steady rhythm that had Frank gasping. The drag of Charlie’s cock against his insides was intense, each stroke grazing that sweet spot that made Frank’s toes curl. Beside them, Dolph pulled out of the other guy, a trickle of cum leaking down his thigh as he smirked, wiping himself off. Charlie sped up, his hips snapping against Frank’s ass with wet, meaty slaps.
“Gonna fill you up,” he panted, and Frank felt it—the hot rush of cum flooding his hole as Charlie came, pulsing deep inside. The sensation pushed Frank over the edge, his own cock jerking untouched, spilling onto the carpet in thick spurts.
Charlie collapsed onto Frank’s back, both of them panting, his softening cock still buried inside. Dolph muttered, “Hell of a night,” as the other guy slumped, dazed and dripping. Charlie slid out with a wet pop, leaving Frank sore and satisfied, cum trickling down his thigh as he grinned into the carpet.
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