Chapter Two: Another Yearning for Durning

My career in Hollywood as a make-up artist was starting to take off when I got a job on the set of in “Home for the Holidays” directed by Jodie Foster. But the reason I took the job was Charles Durning playing Holly Hunter’s father in this movie and I couldn't pass up a chance to see him again. Although the extent of our so called relationship was our one time encounter in his trailer. He would awkwardly avoid interactions with me throughout the remainder of "Evening Shade's" run. And I was naively hopping maybe to rekindle it here.

As I walked to the make-up trailer, I spotted a golf cart pulling up to the curb and Charles got out. Even though only a few months had past. A year at most, I thought he was still gorgeous. He was wearing a gray sweater that was stretched to the max by his big belly and it made his titties look so mouth-watering as they stretched across his chest. Underneath this he had on a maroon buttoned down shirt and dark brown slacks that hugged his bottom very nicely as I watched him enter his trailer. He was carrying a trench coat over his arm, and I thought he looked prepared for anything. I thought now or never as I walked up to his trailer door and knocked.  

"Come in its open." I heard as I sheepishly turned the knob.

As I opened the door, there was Charles bent over in front of the mini frig. I took a good look at his butt in the tight slacks. It was perfect, round and big. His hips had spread through age and his butt had grown and filled the width nicely. It wasn't one of those skinny butts that didn't even show through his pants, but a nice, round full ass. The way the slacks hugged the beautiful bottom really turned me on. I just wanted to go over to him, still bent over the mini frig and start fucking him right there, but I just enjoyed the view. For now. Then he stood and turned towards me with a bottle of water in his hand.

"Hi, I'll be with you in a second." Charles said as he opened the bottle and took a drink.

I could not even speak as he smiled at me so friendly and inviting, it took my breathe away. I felt as though he had been waiting for me.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue." He said as I must have stared to long.

"It's me, Jimmy, Mr. Durning. I did your make-up on Evening Shade." I finally said as it seemed like he didn't recognized me.

Suddenly he was looking at me differently as his eyes seemed to stare daggers at me.

“Look, I don't know what you came here for, but nothing going to happen.” The old man said bluntly.

“That was a weird moment in my life that I'd like to forget.” Charles added.

Well, I wasn't surprised. Charles had that big guilt trip that most married men seem to get. Get it over with and forget it ever happened.

"Fine, I'll just do your make-up and leave." I respond.

Durning may have been charming and genuinely good-hearted, but there was always, and unexpectedly, an air of familiarity with violence about him. Being WWII vet and had boxed a little bit, I know he could still probably handle himself. So if I could help it. I won't rock the boat anymore than it already has. Charles turned to the chair and eyed me as he slowly eased in the make-up chair. I took the brief opportunity to admire his butt again. Charles had gotten a little bigger since I last seen him and some of it seem to have accumulated in his ass. I don't know if he knew I was checking it out, but he sat there staring, waiting for me to get started.

As I prepped him for make-up, he gazed intently at me though the mirror. My heart was racing as I started to apply his make-up. My mind was filled with a thousand thoughts swirling around my head. Should I or shouldn't I. I know I said I shouldn't rock the boat, but being this close to him changed everything and fight won out over flight. His elbows were hanging over the arm rest so I sort of pressed my crotch into them whenever I had to reach over him which I made sure was often. I figured he would move his elbow in if he didn’t like my crotch touching him. Charles seemed a little annoyed, but he didn’t anything. So I kept pressing my crotch against one elbow and then the other, over and over again as I took my time applying his make-up. As I have a big dick and with it was getting hard, I made sure I rubbed it against his elbows.

Well, I began to wonder just how far I should take the matter. And I was afraid that old Chuck just might blow his stack. Still I was so hot for his big old dick that I couldn’t just leave it at touching my crotch to his elbows when I was reaching across him to do his hair. I started putting my hand on his leg as I pressed my crotch into his elbow whenever I reached across him. When he didn’t move his leg nor give me a dirty look, I moved my hand higher up his leg the next time. I kept doing this until I reached across him and planted my hand squarely on his crotch as I tried to straighten a strand of hair on the back of his head. I could easily feel the old man's dick under the fabric of both the cloth and his slacks.

"Damn it! That's it! What did I fucking say!"  Charles said suddenly as he jumped out of the chair with the speed I didn't know he had, fist ready to go.

"But you let me suck it before." I said as I glanced into his angry blue eyes.

*SMACK*!! A hit to my gut with a vengeance.

He walloped me two more times before I fell backwards. I scrambled across the cold floor and into a corner as he reached for my foot and pulled me back. He stood over the top of me and beat me some more. I wanted to cry out but the fear of anyone seeing me like this prevented it. He stopped for a moment to flip me over the make up chair and proceeded to beat me again with no abandon. Through this, I could see the length of his cock grow down the leg of his slacks. He was getting a major charge out of my agony.

"Now get the fuck outta here!" He said followed by a hard slap to the back of my head.

"I just... II..."

"Yea... You wanted a fucking treat. How do you like it so far?" Charles said as he continued slapped me.

"What were you up doing last night? Sucking someone's cock?" He old man asked as he stared down at me.

I was so taken aback by the beating that I didn't answer.

"You've been a good little fag. So here's your fucking treat!"

Suddenly the old man turned directly in front of me and start unbuckling his belt. Followed by unzipping his pants and as they fell to his ankles. Charles eased down his under shorts slowly over his hard dick, before, with a quick flick of his hand, it flopped out like some thick snake. I was surprised to see he already had a hard-on and I let a smile slip across my face and he noticed right away.

"Yea... After all that ya still want it huh? Don't ya. Well, get ta fucking work!" He said and in one motion grabbed me by my hair. Then violently shoved my face to his crotch.

Despite the situation, I still loved the taste of the old man's dick. It was fresh and masculine. His body smelt slightly of sweat as I pressed my nose against his pubic hair as I deep throated his dick. After a minute or two of this I started to gag, but unlike our first time. He seem to not care about my breathing as continuously shove his dick down my throat.

"What's the matter? I thought you like to suck cock! Well try my fucking balls out." The old man pulled back causing his dick to slip out of my mouth.

"Suck em. I try to get my wife to suck my balls but she won't." The old man said as he grabbed me behind the head and pulled my face back to his crotch.

I took one of his hairy balls in my mouth and suck gently on it. The old man moaned as I sucked harder and harder.

Then he started jacking his dick hard and fast as I worked him into a frenzy. I moved back and forth from one of his hairy balls to the other and then back again as he pumped his hand back and forth over the head of his dick. Just seeing his strong, thick arm moving back and forth as he jacked himself really turned me on. Suddenly I stood up and jerked my pants and shorts down. My fat dick was so hard it was throbbing as it sprung up and stood straight out from my body. The old man's eyes got big as he looked at my thick dick.

"Ya want me to fuck ya don't ya?" Charles said as he stood there shaking his dick back and forth.

"Turn around! Bend over and grab the fucking chair. I going to fuck me a queer." He added.

I wanted the old straight man to fuck me. I wanted my fantasy to come one way or another. I wanted to feel his dick inside of me. I've already been fucked before, so I knew my hole wouldn't be so tight when accepting Charles' nice cut dick, but it was pretty thick. I just hope it won't hurt. Then I leaned over and grabbed the chair, jetting my butt in his direction. I heard the old actor spitting and moments later felt the head of his dick pressing against my asshole. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror as Charles fucking Durning began to force the mushroom head of his dick into my asshole. I moaned out loud feeling it enter, only half of it got into my ass, the rest would have to be forced into me.

“Oh, God! It’s big!” I cried out as my own dick bounced up and down I was so excited.

"Surprise, surprise. This ain't your first fucking." Charles said sarcastically as he grabbed my hips and held me in place and almost angrily as he rammed his dick into me.

Then he pulled his dick half way out of me and slammed it back inside my asshole. Slowly at first but the tightness of my ass soon got to him and he stabbed his cock in and out of me at a furious pace. I adjusted my angle to keep my ass up as the weight of his belly weighed it down. My back arched as Charles drove his fat cock deeper into me, loosening up my asshole with each thrust. I felt a shudder run through my body as his dick was up to his nuts in me. Soon, despite his derogatory remarks, he was moaning in pleasure in spite of himself as he was fucking my ass like he must have fucked is wife's pussy.

 "Fuck me Charlie, Fuck me!" I said as I was lost in a sexual act like I had never before been lost. It was as though Charles and I became one.

Durning was not a small man, but he was remarkably nimble and, as I remember him saying himself, "I felt very secure about how to handle myself." And he handled my ass well. I looked down to see his nice watery balls slapping against my own just added to my pleasure. In fact, I reached down and grabbed my rock hard dick and pumped in unison with Charles' pumping of my ass. I tightened my grip on the chair and screamed out with pleasure as I felt myself near coming and, seconds later, my dick sent streams of cum all over the seat of the chair. I wanted to turn around and kiss him. But I knew better.

 "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" The old man cried out suddenly.

I pushed my ass against his crotch driving his sperm-squirting dick as deep inside me as it would go. I took the moment to enjoy the feel of his hot cum as it fill my asshole. Then the old man jerked his dick out of me and I turned around. What followed was a brief awkward moment as I scooped up my boxer shorts and put them on while the old man pulled his pants up and stuffed his junk back into his shorts.

"You got what you want. NOW GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" The old man said with a flare of anger.

As I headed to the door, I started to ask what was going to happen now. But before I could finish the question Charles charged at me with fists a blazing.

"Just GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. YOU FAG!" He said nearly pushing me out the door.

I called out sick and drove away quickly. I didn't head home. I went instead to a tiny apartment I secretly keep for all my random encounters. It was the roughest, drug infested hellhole, a place were no one would think to look for me. Now as I lie here on the bed, I can't help but wonder what will happen to me. Maybe I should just end it all. Surely Mr. Durning will get me fired or worst. Go to the police. They will find me. I can't hide. And damn it I can't go to prison. But, a strange feeling swept over me as I gripped my cock and savored the bruises that covered my battered body. God was sex with him wonderful!

Bruce McGill

This week entry is a suggestion for the blog and to be honest, I don't know way I haven't done him sooner. Haha... if only I could literally do him. Well today I give you, Husky actor, Bruce McGill.

McGill is perhaps best known for his role as Daniel Simpson "D-Day" Day in National Lampoon's "Animal House." Over the years he also became known for his role as Jack Dalton on "MacGyver," as Sheriff Farley in "My Cousin Vinny," as Congressman Stanford Marks in "Legally Blonde 2" and as Detective Vince Korsak on the crime drama "Rizzoli & Isles." But he first caught my eye in "The Last Boy Scout" where he was fucking Bruce Willis' wife. Yeah, that's how much of a man he was. Fans of him should already know to check out "Out Cold" so you can see his junk (depending on what copy you find). Seeing his junk is nice and all but the part of his anatomy that I admirer the most is his lips. Damn I wouldn't mind working those over.

Lets see, what else. Married of course. He's an accomplished pianist and enjoys sailing. There isn't much else I can say about him. He's good looking and I'd love to fuck him silly.

Bruce and his wife Gloria.

OK my hand fetish kicked in with this pic. 
So Bruce can get a firm, two hand grip on my gun.

M. Emmet Walsh and Bruce McGill. Two pair of lips I wouldn't mind violating. 

Among other things.

Ahh... tasseled loafers. Like he couldn't get any hotter for me.

You know what... I can work with this look.

That Key West butt tickler is strong in this pic.

Chapter One: Me and Charlie

I'm a gay make-up artist working in Hollywood (I know. Real original). I am attracted to older, chubby men with grey to silver-haired or even bald. As a rule, the men that catch my eye are well-matured, aged 50 and over. Though I'm not necessarily fixated on a certain type and find in each man something nice or interesting for me! Most of the old men that I work with are straight and mostly married, but in Hollywood, that might be a problem. But I try to be real careful (well, I try to be) when I have an occasional hook-ups here and there, so I don't get black balled. Because if that happens, I'm done in this business.
 
In 1990, I worked on a TV series called 'Evening Shade' which I was doing the make-up on. I was excited, as 'Evening Shade' was my first big job in the business. It was a real education watching the show being shot. What I saw was scenes done mostly in two takes, sometimes a third. They had the warm up take and the "nail it" take, then on to the next thing. The principal actors on this were all seasoned pros, from Burt Reynolds on down and they knew exactly how to get what they wanted out of a scene. And watching these takes, one of those seasoned pros caught my attention. A squat, tough-faced character actor by the name of Charles Durning.

He was one of the nicest people I have ever known, both in the entertainment industry and out. Durning was very caring of all he worked with, whether they be people in front of or behind the camera. I worked on him numerous times ever since got this gig and I took a liking to him from the first day I started on the set. The 67 year old was average looking, thinning gray hair, sporting less-than-perfect physique. I was with a wardrobe girl that had to take his measurements and found to our mutual embarrassment (ours as well as Mr. Durning), that when she put the standard 60" tape measure around his waist, it wasn't long enough! But he was a lovely, funny sweet man and considering his girth and shortish height, about 5'8" if I remember correctly. He was quite graceful and bouncy on his feet, at least in the mid-90s.

During these encounters, we would chatted about day to day things. He was such a consummate storyteller - witty, incisive, profane - that you didn't want him to stop talking. There wasn’t an iota of vanity, pretension or aloofness in his manner. He just exuded charm and emitted an air of warmth and congeniality, which made you want to give him a big hug. He loved singing to me, even while in the makeup chair and I loved hearing him as he had a surprisingly great voice. Hell. One of the jokes around the set was, if you could not find Charles on the set, then he had to be in the makeup trailer singing to me. And they were usually right. I can think of more than just a few occasions where you would hear someone on the walkie talkie say; "Where is Charles Durning?"

Then a voice would pop in and say; "He's probably singing to Jimmy again."

I can only think of two times that I had to get on my walkie talkie and say; "Sorry guys, not at this minute."

He was just that kind of guy. And during his shoots, he was mesmerizing. Each take, I noticed the subtlest changes. A nuanced smirk in a spot where once before was a slight grimace; a narrowing of the eyes taking the place of an understanding look; varying pauses and phrasing of lines; all legitimate and true to his role as slow-witted town doctor Harlan Elleridge.

Well, late in the summer of 1991, we were starting to shoot the season opener for season 2 of the show, an assignment which for today afforded the far-from-sylph-like Durning his first nude scene. I arrived just before seven, and the crew was already in full-swing setting up for the first shot. The track was laid for the steady-cam and the finishing touches were being applied to the lighting. All they needed was their star. As if on cue, a dark mid-size sedan pulls up and out pops Mr. Durning. I was in awe of his smile and twinkle in the legend’s blue eyes as he entered the trailer.

"What's the matter kid... cat got your tongue." He said as I must have stared to long.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little nervous this morning, Mr. Durning." I responded.

"Yea, I can't blame ya. I'm a little nervous myself. I can't believe I'm doing this, like I'm in shape to be showing my body on TV." He said.

"I don't think you’re that bad Mr. Durning." I sheepishly said.

"Your a kind fella and since your going to see me near naked, call me Charlie." He said as he started to disrobed.

I tried not to be obvious as I watched him out of the corner of my eye. I must have been caught up in the moment as it seemed like he was unbuttoning his shirt in a slow, sexy way. Spreading it open revealing his ample chest and belly that I had so yearned to see. I soaked up as much imagery as I could, from his scars, the little gray and silver hair that covered his chest. His nipples were small and pink hanging from his sagging pectorals.

"I want some breast feeding right now!" I thought as I admired his juicy tits.

Every once in a while our eyes met in the mirror and I would look away sheepishly. As he removed his pants, I noticed his beefy calves on his smooth legs. Thick calves have always been a turn on for me and I was speechless as this big stud grandpa of a man stood before me nearly naked except for his underwear. A shame his crotch was hidden from my view, but I wasn't complaining as I briefly admired his big, baby bearing hips and nice plump ass. I was lost in my imagination, wishing he had fell in love with me in 'Tootsie.' I would have certainly slept with him first, before telling him I was really a man.

"Yeah, I'm getting fat and old." Charlie said as he startled me back into reality.

"I think you look sexy." I blurted out without thinking.

The old man's eyebrows narrowed as he looks at me.

"Luckily, I'm getting a lot of money for doing this episode." The old man said.

"Well, here's your wardrobe." I said which was nothing than a flesh colored jock strap with clear straps.

My breath became suddenly rapid as I watched him jerk down his underwear exposing his full crotch to my view. And what a view it was! His thick uncut dick was beautiful as was his nice watery balls all covered with gray pubic hair that jiggled with the slightest movement. As he put on the jock strap and adjusted them, I couldn't stop myself from stepping closer to him as I stared intently at his thick soft dick and big balls through the jock strap.

"Beautiful!" I mumbled as I found myself dropping to my knees in front of the old man.

"Wow, I bet your wife loves to get some of that." I said as I glanced from his crotch to his stern face.

"You've got a big dick. Can you still get a hard on?"

"Hell yea!" Charlie said in a thundering voice.

"I may not be 16 year old kid, but I can still get it hard when I need it!" He added without making any attempt to cover himself up.

As he spoke I slowly moved my face closer to his crotch expecting him to stop me at any second but loving the moment anyway. And sure enough when my lips came within an inch of his crotch he suddenly jerked back slightly.

"What fuck are you doing?" He demanded.

"Hell, I'm no queer." He added as I glanced up into his big blue eyes.

"Let me suck it." I said as Charlie stared down at me without answering, as though he was thinking it over my request.

"Please." I said, trembling with excitement.

"I'm not a fucking queer." He repeated but this time his voice was soft and carried a sexual charge. And he reached down into his jock strap and pulled it down slightly. Grabbing a hold of his thick dick, pulled the foreskin back over the huge head of his dick and shaking it slightly.

"I've got a big dick head too." He said with a hint of pride in his voice.

"A big dick for a fat old man, isn't it?" He added.

"Huge!" I told him.

"Just let me kiss it." I pleaded as I leaned forward.

I expected the old man to protest but as my lips moved closer and closer to his huge dick head he held his position. Then my moist lips touched the head of his dick. Charlie moaned. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took his entire soft but thick dick entirely inside my mouth.

"Oh! GOD!" He exclaimed when I started sucking gently on his dick.

"Shit, that feels wonderful." He added as he suddenly reached down and grabbed me behind the head with his weathered hands. Then he was suddenly pulling my face towards his crotch and forcing his now swelling dick down my throat.

"Take it. You wanted it take. Now take the whole fucking thing!" He said in an almost angry voice.

I had no choice. It was swallow the old man's dick or choke.

His harden dick was almost too much to handle at the moment, but somehow I managed as I was determined to swallow it all. I guess it was my desire to please Charlie that caused me to swallow that thick dick of his. I took inch after inch of his thick dick down my throat until my lips were pressed against his gray pubic hairs and my fore head pressed against his big belly. He held my face to his crotch until I gagged, before he pulled my head back. But once he saw that I could take his entire dick, he started moving my mouth up and down his thick dick shaft as if he was fucking his wife's pussy.

As he mouth fucked me, I reached down with my hands and rubbed his thick legs. The feel of my hands running over his legs excited me almost as much as sucking his dick. I got even more excited as I looked up to see his belly and titties jiggling from all the action. I took his plunging dick and made love to it with my tongue as Charlie repeatedly shoved it down my throat. I wanted desperately to kiss the squat, tough-faced character actor, but he just kept brutally fucking my mouth in such a manner that I knew he would never let me kiss him.

"Fuck, this is hot! Shit, your mouth is better than a pussy." The old man called out excitedly as he fucked my mouth faster and faster.

"Get ready. I'm going to unload! Shit! Here it comes!"

Then suddenly Charlie pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot his huge load of cum onto my face as he held my head in front of his squirting dick. His load of cum was dripping down my chin when he finally released me and stepped back. I saw a prideful smirk followed by a angry stare as he glanced down at me and quickly pulled his jock strap up. He followed that motion by grabbing a robe and putting it on. I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the cum off my face as I got to my feet.

"Guess I should be going." The old man said as he ran his fingers nervously through his thinning white hair.

"Thanks." I said in almost a whisper not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Nothing fucking happened here. Nothing." Mr. Durning said still glaring at me with an unfriendly stare.

"Nothing happened." I said as I cleaned the last drops of cum from my chin.

Then after a uncomfortable moment of silence, the rotund thespian hurried out of the trailer.

William Hill

Like Allan Graf and Larry Clarke, there are tons of handsome daddies/bears/chubs actors out there that never seem to get the credit they deserve. Primary reason is because they’re typically given small roles with not enough screen time to kept up with their career. Then their in something you like or showed some skin on screen and it's like a game of Where's Waldo trying to find everything their in.

Now I know this man isn't a complete unknown to me, but William Hill got sooooo much better looking after his season 2, episode 8 appearance on the TV show "Odd Mom Out." He has been a stalwart of various Law & Order series playing twelve different characters in Law & Order, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, Law & Order: Criminal Intent and Law & Order: Trial by Jury. He also appeared in films like "Gran Torino," "The Siege," "Analyze This" and he also does a lot of theatre work. The slightly stocky character actor has managed to become more and more gorgeous with each passing year. Not only is he a lovely shape, Hill has the sweetest face I have ever seen. A sort of a hot Jerry Mathers (The Beaver) look.

Lets see, he was born and raised in the North Ward of Newark, NJ and other than that, there is not much to say as I can't find a lot of information on him. So there is no need to disown my delusion being gay and waiting for me to sweep him off his feet. And he's fairly young (56) so someone might give him another nude role down the road. Come on William, get your cock out next time!

Mmm... look at that body.

Come on. That face, that smile. Shit it's another damn clone!

OK if I didn’t have a thing for William Hill before. I certainly do now.

If the hard nipps wasn't enough, he's also wearing tasseled loafers.

Even if he doesn't have another nude scene his whole career. 

His appearance in Odd Mom Out will fuel my fantasies for years. 

Jerry Falwell

You know, just because someone is a homophobe or a dick, doesn't mean you can't find them physically attractive. You aren't going to date them. It's all about the looks. Sure that's shallow but when was the last time you looked at a pic of a hot, naked guy on the internet and thought "Nice body, I wonder what his social views are?" as you thought about pounding his ass? And so, the latest entry is for religious leader, political activist and television evangelist, Reverend Jerry Falwell.

There's no doubt that Falwell was controversial. Many remember him as the arch-conservative Moral Majority leader who took to the airwaves after September 11, 2001 and blamed the terrorists attacks on homosexuals, feminists, and the ACLU (among others). Or they remember him as the guy who outed the purple Teletubby. I remember him for all that too, but also for the fact that he was a big, silver haired chub that I wanted to fuck the hell out of. You know I love chubs and Falwell was already husky to heavyset guy but he really ballooned up in the years before his death.

The late Falwell was married with two sons and a daughter with oldest son, Jerry Jr. (a lawyer and current chancellor of Liberty University), I'd do if he puts on some weight like his dad. And Sr. had a twin brother. Oh now my 'doing two brothers fantasy' just got two new participates. Known for homophobia, bigotry, and the Moral Majority, I would have love to cure him of all that by fucking him just below his pulpit with his congregation watching. I'm whore like that.

As a person, he was probably a prick. But he was hot. So I am only going to think of him in purely physical terms. If I passed him on the street and had no idea who he was. 
Would I want to attach my dick to his ass for several days? 
Yes. Yes I would. 

Jerry and the wife.

Sure he was a prick, but on the plus side. An entry on a blog stating how much of a hot daddy he was and that men want to fuck his ass. Will have him spinning in his grave. 

That's a little victory right there.

You still got a little of my... There you go. You got it.

Come on... Your telling me if you didn't know who he was, you wouldn't hit that?