AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the shortened version of the story, edited so it would stay PG-13. Check out my page for the full, unedited version. I hope you enjoy the story
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“The bar is closing in five minutes. You have to go.” Anton didn’t even look up at the bar tender; instead he just continued swirling the straw from his appletini around in his glass.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t you worry I never overstay my welcome” Anton lifted the martini glass to his lips and finished the rest in one big gulp. Slowly, he got up from the barstool, knocking it down in the process.
“I’ve seen you in here a lot lately, but you normally find a guy and leave pretty quickly. No luck tonight?” Anton didn’t say a thing. “Well, the bar doesn’t close for another three minutes."
Aton’s alarm began screeching at 7 o’clock sharp, he looked over to see that the bartender was gone. Slowly he rose from his bed, draping himself in a sheet. The sound of melted butter hit a hot skillet filled the room and Anton turned around to see the bartender, wearing Anton’s boxers. “Hey, you’re up. I hope you don’t mind but I helped myself to what you had in your fridge- not that that’s a lot. I hope you like pancakes.
“Pancakes are good.” Anton placed a hand to his head, wishing that all the noise would just go away. He made his way to the bathroom where he took two pain pills. When he remerged the bartender had set the table and placed a pile of pancakes in each of the two plates. Anton took a seat as did the bartender. “Who knew you could do more than just tend bar, and fuck.”
“There’s a lot about me you could find out if you take the time.” The bartender placed his hand on Anton’s but Anton quickly pulled away and poured himself a cup of the coffee the bartender had made.
The two ate in silence. Only moments after Anton had finished a second alarm rang. “Oh no, I’m going to be late for work. Anton quickly ran to his closet and pulled on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. “You can stay as long as you want, just lock the door behind you.”
“Wait, what’s your job?” The bartender asked, jumping out of his chair as Anton raced out the door.
“Let’s just say that I’m a performer,” was the reply that he got as the door slammed closed.
Anton walked into the studio, sunglasses covering his bloodshot eyes. “You’re late,” the director called to him, but Anton didn’t care. “And hung-over”
“Half of Tony Costa is better than anyone else you can get.” The director couldn’t comment; he knew Anton, Tony, was right. “So what’s the scene?”
“You are dropping off a delivery, but the guy at the door is more interested in your package than what is in the box. Now get in there and get fucked.”
Tony simply nodded and walked into the other room where the cameras were set to film. He did what he had to do, moaning loudly when he saw fit and acting like his co-actor’s five inch penis was enough to drive him crazy. The entire time Tony just wanted to know one thing, how was it that even sex had become just another chore.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So i hope you all liked the first chapter. There is plenty more to come:) If you did like it i hope that you check out the full, unedited version on my page. :)
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Daddy Issues (PG-13)
RomanceAnton Lewes, or as he is better known by his stage name Tony Costa, is a successful member of the adult film industry. He can ,and usually does, have any guy that he wants. Yet, he cannot help but to feel that it there is something missing. He's not...
