L.a. Episodes: Nrn in Hollywood

NRN = No real names

1994 was a wild time for me.

"I hope you kiss me the same way you kissed Larry," I told Hank.  "For all of the world to see, while you promote your book, and of course, discuss your infamy."

Please note, I'm using the name "Hank" is to protect the overall image of this great man, considered a generational talent on the stage and silver screen during his time (though it's written he had sex with both men and women). I was jealous that on national television Hank kissed one of prime time's greatest interviewers, and broadcast legends in journalism, at an interviewat Hank's home.

"It was just a kiss, Justin," he told me.

This 21 year old pinoy slimmie wasn't having it still, for I'd been awestruck over this beefy man from the moment he approached me in Westwood a couple years prior.

"You make it seem like you're innocent," he said to me as we were on the phone after the interview.

Surely I could be condescending as I did have my share of freaky moments, but Hank, married to a female already, just greased my wheelmand buttered my biscuits in a way no other guy could.

"I need you to loosen up a bit, or I'm not stopping by," he said to me.

He threatened to skip our weekly visit as he was a little agitated at my jealousy, and he had every right to be considering we were a fling. Simultaneously, I knew there was no chance he'd skip out for I possessed skills in making his toes curl.  I was also very flexible, for I once was a gymnast and could turn all sorts of positions to receive his short, but thick, white cock.

"Continue to be my haven of peace," he said, as that was another reason why we clicked. "See you in a couple of hours."

I promised then to behave going forward, and two hours later he was surely buzzing for entry.

"Who is it," I asked sarcastically.

"Dick for delivery," he joked when I laughed and let him inside.

"Cookies and cream ice cream, my dear friend," he told me as I opened the door, and he'd raise the bag in the air.

He walked through the door sill and gave me a hearty hug, and I noticed the sexy scent of a new cologne he wore.

"Calvin Klein, for a sultry night," he snickered.

He reached down to me and we kissed, much more definitively than he and Larry.

"You know how it wasn't real," he asked. "Larry didn't get the tongue."

I giggled as Hank's tongue was deadly, for he was squeezing my cock at that very moment.

"You ready to handle business," he asked while kissing me on the neck.

"I'm always ready," I told him as I wanted to get folded and plowed.

He handed me the ice cream, and I would grab him by the hand as we walked over to the couch.   I'd place the ice cream on the bookshelf by the door as I so dickmatized, I forgot to put it in the freezer.

"So you're gonna let your ice cream melt," he asked, before chuckling and getting up to grab the tub and place it properly.

This man omitted all common sense in my head when he was around. I couldn't help it, as he was the perfect gentleman, handsome, and knew how to tune me up good.  He'd come back a minute or two later and grabbed my hands, his unique, blue eyes locked to mine as it felt like he was digging into my soul.

"You missed me," he asked.

"I did," I told him before he leaned over top of me and used his big, talented hands to fondle me all over.

He started with my chest as he lifted my t-shirt, then to my flat belly, and my waist.  I turned my body away from him to lay flat on the couch, and he in turn took off his jacket, showing off that barreled, hairy dad chest with his big pectorals, and plump nipples.

"No shirt," I asked.

"The jacket counted," he said before he reached down to yank my shorts.

He got hold of my briefs, balling all my garments up and tossing it across the room like a baseball before he himself raised his hips to get completely undressed.  I spread my thighs, and looked up to see his big smile, those eyes boring into my soul more. I felt his warm skin touch my inner thighs, and I pressed my thighs into him to squeeze. A taping of Conan O'Brien was on the television set while Hank was kissing me under my chin.  He paid special attention to the Adam's apple, sucking it in a way where he had me arch my back further upward.

"Oh you like that," he whispered as he moved up to my lips.

He stuck out that tongue to run a circle at the butt of my chin, then across the middle of my neck again going in a straight line between my pecs.  He groaned as he ran circles around my nipples, doing exaggerated shapes, yet keeping the swirls parallel until that tip of his tongue touched each one.  Hank's detailed sensuality made me giggle while breathing hard, for he knew my nipples were my weakness.

"Can't keep still," he whispered as he continued to do it.

"You know I can't," I cried back.

He stopped and looked up at me, then squeezed my chest together before going lower.

"See how much that cock misses me," he said as he went down on me.

He put his lips to the tip of my penis, needing no assistance as he smacked my hand away when I tried to push his head down.

"All that precum. Did I do that," he asked.

I was super hard, as evidenced by Hank smacking his face with my six inch tool.

"You think you could be the one to pitch tonight," he asked. "You wanna be the daddy?"

I was kind of hoping he'd bend me over again, but he seemed adamant about being penetrated.

"Justin baby, I need it," he said to me. "I need this Filipino cock inside me."

During our two years of seeing each other, not once did he submit.  I usually was the one on my knees, and on occasion getting rimmed to prepare me for that fat cock.

"You fuck me," he kept asking between slurps. "I won't take no for an answer."

He whipped his neck in giving me deep throat as he wanted to "turn the tables" on this evening.

"I want it deep, daddy" he told me before he licked the sides.

I was throbbing at this point as now I was excited to top.

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"Come on," I told him as we'd get off the couch for me to take him to over to my king sized bed.

He got on all fours in the middle of the mattress, claiming he didn't want to waste another minute. I stood back and admired   the pretty sight of Hank's rich, fluffy behind in the air, with his long, deep crack in my line of direction, and those big, juicy hangers juat lingering.  He laid his head down on a pillow, and I'd come close to examine further and see his cock was dripping precum, and so I pulled on those big balls.  He moaned, and I continued to examine and would notice how Hank's hole seemed a bit "puffy."

"I have toys at home, you know," he said to me as he sensed my thoughts.

I looked at the gash with its "lips," the result of him either receiving a nice size prick or object as they drooped outward.  I spread his cheeks and he moaned, while his hole puckered and poked even more from his anticipation.

"It's warm and tight for you," he said to me.

I was in top mode though I rarely flipped, my cock rock hard as his hole continued shifting.

"Push it in," he whispered.

I did just that, with him groaning the moment the rim of my head popped into his crevice. It felt incredible, though he preferred no lubricant and rightfully so as he naturally "came" from his hole once I pushed in further.

"Fuck," I wailed.

"I told you baby. Is it tight enough for ya? Warm enough for ya," he asked.

It didn't take much for him to open up the way it did, and he would rotate his hips back and forth as he rode me from his stance.

"Sometimes I like to catch as much as pitch, son," he cried out as I pulled away, seeing that hole contract. "Give it to me, Justin."

I took over and dug back and forth slowly, loving the sounds of his man pussy squelching, his inner cum drizzling my base each time before I'd pull out completely.  The cadence allowed for my balls to rub and stick to his hips, the underrated feeling of skin on skin outside of penetration as his warm bottom touched my steel thighs.  I was only five foot nine, 150 lbs. back then, and yet I had full control wielding this hard dick into his walls.

"You like fucking me," he asked.

"I do," I told him as I sped things up.

He buried his face into the mattress before I angled my hips higher, and would end up railing him deep as I heard his cunt quiver.  it was almost as if he was farting with the sounds it made while my  body was slapping against him to make those big cheeks clap. I fucked even harder as now I was addicted to the sounds and the feeling as it seemed his cunt would pull even tighter.

"Ride that ass, baby," he cried out as my hands palmed his cheeks.

This felt like a scene from a porn, almost National Inquirer worthy as one of the world's most decorated actors was getting his sphincter smashed by a law student.

What would the world say of a small, Filipino guy wrecking one of Hollywood's best actors, with infamous movie lines like

"I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse," or "leave the gun, take the cannoli." I didn't give a shit as Hank had me feeling like I could be a bonafide top by punching away as he became louder. I kept at that tight squeeze he carried until I couldn't anymore, hinting I was getting close.

"Shoot it baby. Feel me up daddy," he said in a high pitch as I could tell he was getting sore.

I kept rummaging as he began to scream.

"That's enough, okay, that's enough Justin, oh sweet God," he cried.

"Just a little bit more. Wait a minute, heere it goes," I said before I pulled out to let my cum splatter across his spine.

I shot rope after rope of cum like never before, my body enticed from the talented hole of Hank as it worked me completely.

"You bastard," he said as he fell flat and cursed me for not breeding him.  "All that and you didn't shoot inside? Fuck."

I laughed, then as a naughty consolation I would lick up my baby batter off his back, then lay beside him as he turned to me before we "snowballed."

"Sweet load there. Almost sweeter than mine," he said to me.

"You think Larry can fuck like me," I asked.

"I think he suck cock better than you," Hank jabbed as he answered sarcasm with sarcasm. "You punk, will fucking let it go? You know how many guys need sexual help here in Los Angeles? A lot of them, and their wives and girlfriends haven't the slightest clue, yet I go out of my way to see your little scrawny ass. Let it go, son."

"Scrawny ass with a big cock," I told him.

"Correction: wonderful cock," he said before we kissed. "Now I've gotta go, got some business to tend to tomorrow. I'm not going on any travel for the next few weeks, so I expect same time, same location next week?"

We cuddled briefly before he took another shower and rushed home to the wife and kids.

"Told the wife I was going to the grocery store for ice cream," he said.

He didn't lie, and even took the tub he gave me as he needed to cover his alibi.

"I'll have someone drop you two tomorrow," he told me.

He'd leave, and I'd roll a joint as I was feeling like a million bucks hearing "I was his guy." It wasn't the full truth, for the reality was that Hank had access to any and everything or everyone, and when an urge hit, chances were he'd act on it. Still, Hank and I carried on for another two years before I finished school, and took on a gig in San Antonio, with us both agreeing to mutually cease our friendship, for the sake of his celebrity, and of course my budding career.

Now, as a judge in Nevada, married to my wife Sandie and with three kids, I look back as that was a wild time 30 years ago.

Rest in peace to one of my best lovers, my favorite character in The Godfather.