Danny’s Choice

“Hey, this stuff isn’t half bad. In fact, it’s real good,” Atkins said. “It’s about time to try an underground film like this. Time to rip society open on homosexuality. I might be able to film this, given the right investors. Might take a few years. Did you write this?”

Chris’ heart was racing so much that he could do no more than mumble a “Yes, I wrote it.” A second chance at Hollywood. Maybe this was his unexpected second chance at Hollywood.

“Come here,” Atkins said with a low growl. Chris stepped over to him, and Atkins pulled the sash off the young man’s robe and spread the robe apart. “Nice, very nice,” he said. “I think we need to get you out to Hollywood.”

“I would like that,” Chris whispered.

“We’ll get back to that,” Atkins said in a gravelly voice. “Now, go down on your knees between my thighs. Finish cleaning my cock with your mouth. Then show me you can give a great blow job.”