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Martin
Hair type: Red
Ethinicity: North American
Cock Type: Uncut
Set Type: Pictures
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Pictures: 99 | Added: 04-30-2001
If ya’ ask me, this acting business ain’t just for schmucks after all.
I mean, there I was, minding my own business and just walking down the street when this guy comes up to me and starts wavin’ his hands about and yelling in my face.
Like, what did he think, man? That I was deaf, or something?
Anyway, the guy says that they’re looking for kids off the street to be in some show that they’re putting on in a big theatre in town.
Not that I’ve ever been there, of course. Theatres are just for the girls. Hell, give me a beer, a pack of cigarettes and a pool table any day.
Usually I’da socked a guy like that - a goddam fag, I guessed - right in the kisser. You know what I mean?
But then he says, like, there’s some good money to be had if I play my cards right. Not that cards is my game, in any case, man. It’s pool - don’cha ever listen?
So here I am, just an hour later, sittin’ in an office just like my parole officer’s and wondrin’ just what it is I’m doin’ here and what exactly they’re gonna get me to do.
Well, it ain’t too long before I begin to find out.
Like, this guy comes into the room and I swear he’s another goddamned fairy. What the fuck? I ain’t seen so many in one place since I was kicked out of church school for pissing in the holy water.
So, he sez, you wanna be an actor, right?
Well, I sez, if the pays good and it’s as easy as it looks I’m your man, dude. Hell, who’s gonna turn their nose up at working with all those gorgeous babes like on TV?
The guy looks a bit pissed when I say that. Says something about the job not being quite like that - but I let it pass.
Even a goddam fairy can’t put me in a bad mood today.
The guy says he needs to take a look at my body next. Important to have a good body and to look good, he says.
I try to tell him that my body’s in great shape. Nothing at all wrong with it. Fit as a fuckin’ fiddle, man. But he don’t seem convinced and I have to smoke another cigarette to calm down and stop myself from clocking him. I’ll kick them one day. Just to shut the guy up, I lift my shirt up a bit for him. I’m not dumb, though, and I make sure I cover up the tattoos I etched onto my arm in the state reformatory. But he’s still not satisfied, so I end up taking off my whole top for him. I still can’t see why I have to do that, man. Like, you don’t get no one takin’ their shirts off on Oprah or Ricky Lake. Uh? Next, the guy walks right round me - takin’ a real good look, if you ask me. Jeez, I guess maybe he ain’t seen so much talent in such a new guy before - or somethin’ like that….. Once in a while, too, he pokes and prods me, making comments about my muscles and writin’ a few notes down in a small book he carries. Finally, he sez I gotta take my pants off too. Gotta see if I’ve got good legs for an action movie, man. Stallone’s got good legs, he sez. Who’s Stallone, I ask. As I take off my pants I thank Christ that I remembered to steal a clean pair of undershorts from some schmuck’s washing line on the way here. I apologise to the guy that they’re a bit tight on me and not a good fit. But, funnily enough, he don’t seem to hear me. He takes a good long walk around me again, taking a look from all angles. If it wasn’t that he told me that bit about needin’ to look good from all angles, I’da said he’s checkin’ me out just like I check out the chicks. But, hey! This guy’s a professional, remember. He knows what he’s up to. If anyone’s gonna make me a good actor, it’s him. I still can’t see, though, why he’s gotta see my butt - which is what he’s askin’ for next. Like, I know a lot of what’s on the TV is crap - but we don’t, like, see real people takin’ a dump, do we? Uh? The guy says now that he’s seen almost everything I got to offer, he just needs me to turn round so that he gets a full picture - or somethin’ like that. So I turn round. Like, it’s no big deal, man. When you grow up like me with four older brothers you see enough dicks all over the joint to last a lifetime. And the chicks seem to like my dick, too. It might not be as big as they say Jonny O’Grady’s is - but at least my mom never found me with mine half way up Mrs Steinberg’s mangy Rottweiler’s asshole like Jonny’s mom did. After a bit more prodding and poking - in some pretty weird places, too - the guy tells me, like, I’ve passed the audition. He’s got some work to offer me. OK, it may not be a big movie to start with. Maybe I’ll be ready for that, he reckons, in a coupla’ months or so. But for now it’s a movie, just the same. And he says I even get to have my name in the title. “Big Dick and his Red Hot Engine”. I keep telling the guy that the name is Martin, not Dick. But his eyes are all glazed over and he don’t seem to be listening any more.
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