Erik's Last Ride

“you look like shit. I'm sorry Erik, I can’t give you a gig. Maybe I could use you behind camera or in production, but you’re just past it for performance” Mr Bellamy was grimly shaking his head and fidgeting with some random desk utensil or toy as he looked Erik, 45, up and down....

The latter stood butt-naked before his former employer in this crummy little office in the non-descript suite of rooms that passed for Bellamy’s porn production company. Erik was indeed past it. Well past. The company produced twink and young jock porn. 18-25 max. Erik had been the star of his day. Millions of dudes had whacked off to his smooth, slim and slightly ripped bod on-screen and especially his prize asset; his creamy white bubble butt and rose-bud boyhole. Now he was a shadow of that perfection; a worn out sagging assed shell with a slight paunch, his formerly floppy dark hair thinning miserably and flecked with grey. Even his attempt to present himself as a sexy mature daddy type by letting his stubble grow wasn’t cutting it. In fact, Bellamy would have rather not have been looking at his former star’s naked ass as he was now. Jeez! This is what 20years does to a bloke.

Erik’s cheeks flushed in anger and humiliation. He just couldn’t believe what he was hearing from this dirty old prick. This was Bellamy, the guy he’d made a fortune for by exposing his body. The guy who once said he was about as near to the vision of an angel as most porn audiences were likely to get. The guy who had picked Erik up within days of the latter’s debut on the club scene as a meek 18year old back in ’97. And now.... fuck him

Erik grabbed his man-meat and shook his schlong right in Bellamy’s face

“You fucking asshole! You used to beg just to get within groping distance of this! Remember how you...”

“yeh yeh yeh” broke in Bellamy as he turned his face and pushed Erik’s dong away “i remember. You did great work in your day. You were a top boy. Of course I’m grateful for all you did. And I made you a star too. But c’mon now man. You’ve well and truly lost it. Not your fault. Happens to everyone. Happened to the guys before you, will happen to the hot young studs I’ve got in there now (he motioned to the door of the studio). But seriously, you’re not going to turn anyone on now. In fact, I’d rather you just put your goddam clothes back on. Quickly”

Erik was just about to pile into him again, when the studio door opened and in came Lex and Allen. The two twunks were breathtakingly gorgeous and still naked from the shoot. Beside them, Erik did indeed look like a total wreck. He grimaced at the lads. They saw him and began to giggle.

“what the fuck are you meant to be? The anti-fluffer or something?. FFS, you’d kill a hard-on faster than a fart in the face man!”

 Erik turned beetroot hues of red in embarrassment and shame.

“Wait. I know you. You’re Erik Aston!” exclaimed Lex “jeez! I saw your porn playing in that dingy sauna down by the river a while back. You were fucking gorgeous. What the fuck happened!!..”

This comment did nothing to raise Erik’s spirits. Quite the opposite.

“Hes looking for a gig and I told him why I can’t give him one. Maybe now he sees more clearly why” said Bellamy

“I don’t know “ broke in Allen “id still do him. I mean, I think we could have fun playing around with him”

 This comment did perk Erik up slightly. However, what it lead to was rather more embarrassing in the long term. In fact, although Erik did get a gig based off of this flash of inspiration on the part of Allen, it was not the legacy Erik could ever have wanted for his career.

The shoot was done. Lex (18) and Allen (23) are seen in mid fuck when Erik ( playing their landlord) bursts in to collect the rent. The young lads eventually end up paying with their favours, but not before thoroughly humiliating Erik. Full pig and scruff style. Erik is seen being punished and shamed by the fit twunks, garbed in furry doggy-mask and rubber doggy-tail butt-plug, lashed and leashed and lead around by his schlong begging to get a whiff of the lads’ young arses. Pissed on, farted on, utterly humiliated.

That was to be Erik’s swansong, his legacy and his last ride on screen.