“How can I help you if you just brought what I think you brought?” I asked as he got inside the truck.
“Man, you don’t understand I have to have this. I’m going to try and let you help me but I can’t just stop cold turkey. You feel me?”
“Okay, just tell me how to get back to L.A.”
He showed me the way and finally we were back to a familiar city. I found the closest and nicest hotel because I was starving and I was tired of driving. I asked Domingo to wait in the car while I went inside to get us a room. I asked for the best room available and handed the young Latino girl my credit card and I.D.
“Here you go, suite A is on the 22nd floor.”
I started to walk back to the truck when she asked.
“Do you need any help with your bags, Mr. Rodriguez?”
“No thanks, I got it.”
As I approached the truck I caught Domingo about to put a needle in his arm so I banged on the truck door and screamed, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
He jumped so hard to the right that he bumped his head on the window and dropped the needle on the floor. He looked at me all bug eyed.
“Man, you scared the shit outta me. I thought you were the police.”
I almost laughed but instead I said, “Well that’s what you get for not waiting until we were in the room. Now put that shit away and help me carry some of this stuff inside.”
As we walked pass the front desk the Latino girl who was smiling at me just moments before was now looking at me sideways as if she was disgusted I brought a homeless man inside the hotel. Once we were in the suite I wanted to order room service right away but I wasn’t eating until Domingo showered.
“Hold up before you get comfortable and do your thing, let’s clean you up.”
He looked a little disappointed and put his stuff down but agreed so I turned the shower on, and had the soap and shampoo ready for him. I turned around and he was already naked. Even though he lost all of his muscle mass he still had a nice slim athletic body. His huge dick on the soft still hung nicely, it took me back to the first time we met.
“Well, Jamar, we liked the pictures you sent in. If your test shoot is just as good I’ll have a contract ready for you that I’m sure you’ll be pleased with by the end of the day. Stick around for a little while and watch some of the other scenes that are being filmed so you can get a feel for it. I’ll let you know when we are ready for you,” Mr. Cappello said as he walked around his expensive looking desk to shake my hand.
I was so nervous but excited at the same time. Two weeks ago I was at home wishing I could do this and now I was moments away from having sex in front of an audience. I walked around the warehouse and checked out some of the scenes being filmed feeling confident I had what it took to be a porn star.
“Follow me.”
Mr. Cappello led the way back down the warehouse. A lesbian scene was just finishing up on stage 1as we approached stage 2.
“Domingo should be here in minute, he was in the locker taking a shower and getting ready while we were discussing your future here. I think you'll like him, he's mixed with black and Spanish. All of the other men here and even those who didn't make the cut all thought he was attractive when they got tested out by him.”
I didn't reply, I just smiled and nodded my head because I was too nervous and anxious. All I could think was dick don't fail me now because I only got one chance to impress this man. I waited and waited patiently while this dude took forever. Mr. Cappello on the other hand was impatient.
“DAMN, WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING HIM SO LONG, CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GO CHECK ON HIM. I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY.”
As the sound guy ran to get him, Domingo ran into warehouse.
“I'm sorry, sir, it took me longer to get ready than I expected.”
As soon as I noticed him I thought he was fine, sexy, all that and then some. He had long cornrows going straight back, a smooth butter pecan complexion, fat dick sucking lips also known as DSL lips, and muscles for days. I would've bet money that he worked out six or seven days a week.
“Are you serious? This young buck is supposed to top me?” he asked as he laughed and shook his head as if he was disappointed and expected someone else.
“That’s the plan.” Mr. Cappello responded.
There was no script or instructions besides simply make out and have sex so Mr. Cappello could see how I performed in front of the cameras. It was very intimidating the first time I had to strip and stand there naked in front of five other men, including Domingo. I just closed my eyes and kissed him pretending he was a lover going away who I would never kiss again. Since I was going to be the top I knew I couldn’t show off how good I was at being a bottom so I figured I’d at least show them I was orally talented. Everything was going okay until I sucked and sucked giving him my best and he wasn’t getting fully hard. I had to wonder if he was just too big, before doubting my skills. I did however get him back for embarrassing me earlier.
“Are you serious? Does this old head need some Cialis or Viagra?”
Mr. Cappello laughed and told us to switch.
“Oh, you got jokes I see. Well for your information I already filmed two scenes today so I’m drained and exhausted.”
I didn’t want to hear his excuses. I just smiled and sat back like I was the man and pointed at my piece which was hard as a rock, letting him know to get on it. The rest of the scene went great because I fucked him like he stole something from me and had to pay for it. I might’ve been young but I showed him and everyone else who was watching that I knew how to lay some pipe. Mr. Cappello knew I’d make him millions so he wasted no time and convinced me to sign his contract right away, but it didn’t take much convincing since it was something I desired and craved, hence my porn name.
“The water should be nice and warm, here’s a towel and washcloth. If you need anything else just call me.”
“Krave, I’m broke, homeless, and addicted to drugs. I’m not retarded. I know how to take a shower,” he said in a joking tone.
“I know man I’m just trying to show you I care. I want to do everything I can for you. Anyway take your time and get yourself fresh and clean, and when you get out I’ll call room service and order us something good for dinner.”
While he was showering I went through the bags and took out the outfits, socks, and briefs I brought for Tyree. Since Tyree and Domingo were about the same size now I knew Domingo needed them more than Tyree did. Speaking of Tyree, he kept calling my cell phone over and over. I finally picked up because I had a feeling I knew why he was calling me.
“Hey baby,” I answered as if I was excited to hear from him.
“Jamar, please tell me you have my check card. It’s not in my wallet and I can’t find it anywhere.”
I knew it. I also knew I wouldn’t be able to sneak it back in his wallet when I got home liked I planned on doing.
“Why would I have your check card? Maybe you left it at a store or gas station.”
“Damn, I was gonna be pissed if you took it, but I would’ve been relieved to know you had it.”
“Nope, I got my own money. Plus, I would never take anything of yours without asking baby. Do you think someone broke into your locker while you were filming scenes in Santa Barbara?”
“No, because I don’t leave my wallet in my locker, I leave it locked up in my truck. I’ll tell you one thing though if I find out who took it I’m gonna fuck them up.”
“Calm down Tyree. Look, I’m staying over Jazzy’s tonight. I’ll call the bank for you now and report your card stolen and have them send you a new one. Tomorrow when I get home I’ll check your account online to see if your card was used and where.”
I lied because I knew he wasn’t into computers and didn’t know how to look up his account, and I also knew he would appreciate the fact that I wanted to help so I loved it.
“Thanks boo, you’re the best. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Knowing he was
planning on leaving me soon and those were his words, I suddenly felt less guilty and I wished I had brought more stuff. We said our good nights, and then I turned my cell phone off. After forty minutes I heard the water stop so I picked up the clothes I brought for Tyree and walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
“Domingo, open up, I have some clothes for you.”
He opened up in just a towel and didn’t look half bad. You could still see the drops of water in his hair and his skin looked nice and smooth. He must’ve been in there scrubbing away.
“Thanks, but I don’t think your clothes are going to fit me.”
“They won’t, but you can have these outfits I brought for Tyree earlier today. Their nice and they should fit.”
“You’re still with that fool. You shouldn’t trust him, he’s an opportunist.”
I just smiled and handed him the clothes. As bad as I wanted to know his business I wasn’t ready to open up about mine. When he came out wearing a black Atlanta Falcons t-shirt, Tyree’s favorite football team, and some fresh jeans he looked like a completely different man than the dirty homeless guy I saw just a couple hours ago. He was shaking more now than before so I figured I better let him do his thing. I asked him what he wanted to eat but he said, “Surprise me.”
I was in the mood for some pasta so while he was getting high I looked away and ordered us both some chicken Alfredo, two Caesar salads, and a bottle of their most expensive wine. I turned around and for a split second I was terrified because the way his eyes were rolled up in the back of his head, and the way he was lying in the chair I thought he was dead. Once I realized he was still breathing I calmed down and left him alone while I figured out what I was going to do with him. Almost an hour later, which was ridiculous, our food finally arrived. I was scared the bellboy was going to see Domingo so I had him roll the cart of food in just enough for me to hand him a 20 dollar bill and sent him on his way. After I put everything on the small round table I woke Domingo up to eat.
“Wake up, our dinner is here and you need to eat something.”
He got up and smiled at me so hard that I knew he was convinced now that I genuinely cared about his wellbeing. Out of all the people in the World I bet he never thought I would be the one to come to his rescue, hell I was shocked myself. I’m not one to have a save a hoe syndrome. I’m usually the one to sit back and observe, but I guess I’m a sucker for fine men, seeing I saved Tyree’s ass when he was about to be homeless. This time I wasn’t as sure what to do though, I was just trying to get through the night and go from there.
During dinner I found out everything about Domingo’s life that he would share. His parents died in a tragic car accident back in Texas, his hometown. Since he was sixteen at the time he had to go live with an uncle until he was 18, that’s when he moved to L.A. with five thousand dollars in hopes to becoming famous. He claimed no one would take him serious as an actor because he was “too pretty”, but I’ve filmed scenes with him and watched some of his movies and he can’t act to save his life. He’s always had a nice body so he started dancing and stripping at night to make ends meet until a porn scout spotted him one night and talked a hole in his head. He mentioned how the scout boosted his ego and told him how rich he’d be and that’s all it took. Porn and partying was his life up until he found out he was HIV positive, since then his life had gone downhill.
First he started drinking more to numb the pain which was understandable. Then, he met his ex who introduced him to all kinds of drugs. He was so depressed that he wasn’t STD free and that he got fired so that was his escape. Drugs were the only thing he had to look forward to everyday. As soon as he ran out of money his ex-boyfriend left him and that’s how he ended up being homeless and begging for money. He told me depending on how much he made he would walk and get the drugs if his dealer didn’t bring them to him, and that food was his second priority so that’s how he lost his muscles.
We talked and I told him a little bit about what’s been going on with me, but not too much because I knew he had nothing so I tried to down play my success. I did get him to promise me he’d go to rehab, so I promised him if he completed it successfully I’d help him get back on his feet when he got out. We felt like watching a movie so I ordered Kick Ass, we were laughing and hanging out like friends but I noticed toward the end of the movie he was antsy. He couldn’t stay still and was shaking again, so when he got up to do his thing I grabbed my wallet, keys, and headed back to the mall. I brought some hair clippers, tooth paste, two tooth brushes, mouthwash, deodorant, a couple more outfits, some new tennis shoes, and a gym bag all for Domingo.
Tyree didn’t know how much money he had so he wouldn’t miss it. Once I was back in the truck I cut Tyree’s check card up in little pieces and called the bank pretending to be Tyree and reported it stolen. Back at the hotel Domingo was passed out so I put all of his stuff together and then went downstairs to look up local rehab centers on the courtesy computers. I found a few different ones in the L.A. area that were free clinics but I figured since it was free he wouldn’t get the best treatment plus he could only stay there for thirty days. I found one called 2nd Chances that had a sixty day program, and had nice facilities with plenty of daily activities to keep you busy. I called and arranged to bring Domingo in the next evening with the hopes that he wouldn’t change his mind. I walked back upstairs an hour later and he was up and had poured us both a glass of wine. He smiled as soon as we made eye contact.
“Thanks for all stuff you brought me. Will you have a drink with me?”
“Of course.”
I put my stuff down on the dresser and walked over to him and grabbed my glass.
“Here’s to new beginnings,” he said excitingly.
“And second chances,” I added.
He smiled and nodded before we touched glasses.
I was exhausted so after I finished my drink I brushed my teeth and he followed me and did the same. As I was about to walk out he grabbed my arm and said “Hey.” I turned around to him staring me down like he was undressing me with his eyes. I didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to be rude so I turned around to leave so I wouldn’t give him the wrong impression. It was too late. He grabbed me again and kissed me. At first I was shocked and just stood there and allowed him to continue doing it, but when I felt his tongue enter my mouth I softly pushed him away.
“Hold up, Domingo, I can’t do that.”
“You have to let me repay you.” He reached for my jeans and started to unbutton them but I stepped back.
“You don’t owe me anything. I didn’t do it for pay back. I just wanted to help, but if you want to pay me back you’ll go to this rehab facility I found online tomorrow. It looks nice and all of the reviews left on the website were good reviews. That’s how you can repay me.”
He looked embarrassed and apologized but agreed to go to rehab. Finally we laid down for bed and as I laid there and thought what I was going to tell Tyree about his stolen card, Domingo thought about us.
“Can I ask you a question? I want you to be one hundred with me though if you answer it.”
“Sure, go ahead and ask me.”
“Did you turn me down because I’m positive?”
Where did that come from? I didn’t expect that question at all.
“No, I turned you down because I’m already in a relationship and when I’m dating someone I don’t cheat.”
I lied, but it wasn’t because he was positive. I turned him down because I didn’t know what else he had. All I could picture was him sharing needles and sleeping with a bunch of random people on the streets for money. Rather it was true or not those were the images in my head.
“Oh, okay I can respect that.”
I don’t know if I felt bad for lying or if I just felt sorry for him but I turned over on my side so I could hold him all night and prayed everything worked out for him.
The next morning I woke up first and took a shower, and then I got dressed.
He looked too comfortable so I let him rest while I ordered us a big breakfast. I knew he had a long battle ahead and I wondered if he was strong enough to win and beat his addictions.
After breakfast we were sipping on some coffee and making small talk. I asked him if he was ready to start his new life.
“I think so; I mean living on the streets is no joke. I never thought that’s where my life was heading. I pictured myself living in a mansion living the life of luxury, not begging for people’s loose change and sleeping on whatever hard ass bench I could find.
“Well, don’t worry we are going to change that starting today.”
“So what kind of job will you have lined up for me when I get out of rehab?”
“Let me worry about that, but trust me I’ll have something good for you.”
I had no idea what or how I would find him a job but I wanted him to focus on starting over. Since we had some time before we had to check out I convinced him to let me cut his hair. I couldn’t allow him to go into rehab looking set up and I didn’t have enough time to take him somewhere to get it done professionally.
“Of course I know how to cut hair.”
I lied again. I only cut my own hair a few times and seeing that I was going to cut it all off so he’d have a low fade I didn’t think it would be too difficult. After I was finished he kept staring at himself in the mirror. I don’t know if he was looking to see if I fucked up, or if he was trying to adjust to his new look.
“Wow, this is the first time since I was a kid that I had my hair cut this short. Ever since I was a teenager I’ve only rocked cornrows.”
“Well, you look damn good and clean. You look a lot younger too, no bullshit.”
“Oh, shit, you’re right I do. I’ll have to get used to this, but I’m feeling it. Thanks man.”
“You’re welcome. Here take the clippers with you, maybe you’ll have a fan in there who’ll want to keep you looking fresh.”
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