It was a job. Arnie carried the boxes, helped with equipment, watched the professionals around him do their job.
He wasn't enamored with filmmaking but it was an interesting job. He responded to the ad posting seen on the internet. To his surprise he got an answer.
So for two weeks, he had a job as what they called a gofer. "GO THERE GO HERE" the man laughed when Arnie asked what a "gofer" was.
He got food for the actors, ran other errands for the Director and in general was just there to be of help. They paid him and that's what he was in need of.
The trip to the city had been sudden. His father, a heavy drinker, seemed to want to fight with Arnie. And lately it was every day.
He wasn't sure if it was the drinking or some other problem his father had. But Arnie knew the time was coming for him to get away from where he had live. He couldn't really call it home though.
Home was where he was a child with his mother, his real father and siblings. That ended after a horrible car wreck. His mother was never really the same. But in time she remarried and Arnie had a new father.
He was ok but wasn't really close to Arnie. And Arnie as he entered puberty needed someone to talk to.
The man's drinking escalated when Arnie's mother died of a heart attack. Arnie too needed someone more and more.
The father turned to alcohol and Arnie turned to men, any men he saw. He'd be friendly and the ones that were friendly in turn would gladly listed to Arnie and give him the emotional reponses he needed.
Being naked with them made it all the more emotional for Arnie and feeling their hands, lips and cocks gave Arnie the warmth he sought. He never defined his needs but somewhere deep in the recesses of his brain Arnie knew he was gay.
His father's drunken assaults increased. The attackes did involve some pushing and occasional slapping but nothing injurous. Arnie, always in need of the opposite attention, was confused by the man's attacks.
The night the man came into Arnie's room and called him a fag then ripped his shirt and boxers off took these daily attack too far.
He threatened Arnie with his cock, holding it like a weapon. Arnie would gladly have complied if the man was gentle, loving and reached out for him. How he wanted that love. But the violence scared him.
When Arnie didn't respond the man threw him on the bed and was about to rape him. But then suddenly he stopped. "Oh fuck" he said and left the room.
The next morning after hearing the man leave the house and drive away. Arnie packed his backpack and tearfully left his room for the last time. His life called for him and Arnie knew it was time to go.
"Hey kid get me a donut" the call came and Arnie knew he was "the kid". "Where the fuck is that bitch?" the same demanding voice kept yelling.
"Kid you know where Barbara is?" the man asked. Arnie didn't even know who the female was.
Everyone seemed ready to film a scene. The other actor was in place. He was a kindly faced older man costumed as an artist. Arnie had seen him sketching on a pad by the dressing rooms, so he assumed the man actually was an artist.
"I'd like to draw you sometime" the man said as Arnie admired his work. "Maybe when this is all over". He smiled and a sense of warmth entered the boys being.
Arnie had left his room at the YMCA that morning and waited on the corner. The truck came by and he climbed in.
"Hey kid, you ready for abuse?" the driver said. The younger man next to him added "Yea they really make a gofer work their butts off on these things"
Arnie laughed but inside worried about this job. He needed a job, any job. He thought about the naked male maid ads he saw on the sex ads. He read through the part time job ads looking for anything he could do. And there were two or three houseboy jobs posted that offered room, bored, and sex. Then the harmless looking posting that offered three weeks maybe more jobs for an energetic, willing to learn gofer appeared.
"No sir I don't" he said.
"Fuck if she baked out on me we're totally fucked" the man used that word alot. It didn't bother Arnie or anyone else there.
"Shit Mason we may have to fold up until I can get you a new model" The man, who Arnie learned was called a Director, said.
"But I'm going to Italy in two weeks" the man said. "We have to shoot, can you find a new model?"
"Not sure, and we've lost ten thousand dollars today. The backers may want to end this."
"I have an idea" the actor named Mason rested his eyes on Arnie "come here a second"
The two men whispered. Arnie saw both of them looking at him.
"Hey kid, how old are you?"
"19" Arnie said.
"You ever do something like this before?"
Arnie shrugged "no sir, did I do something wrong?"
The Director laughed "not yet. Go with Mason, do what he says."
Arnie walked with the actor artists to a dressing room.
"Let me look at you" Mason said "take your shirt off"
Arnie, though confused took his shirt off. The man touched him.
"Ok take off your jeans, dont' worry I won't touch you, I just want to see what you look like"
Arnie hesitated. He had been in situations like this before where grown men wanted him to stand naked so they could look at him and jack off.
"Won't they uh know what we're doing?" he asked.
Mason smiled "Just looking nothing else"
Arnie removed his jeans. The man's eyes widened.
"Shit I knew it. The proportions of an Italian mixed build with the innocence and beautfy of unspoiled youth."
Arnie wasn't Italian. His real father was Irish he thought and his mother was scottish he remembered.
"And the flaxon hair is wonderful" the man reached out and Arnie shrank back. "Oh sorry you are so smooth" Mason said.
"Yea I guess" Arnie said self conscious his body was totall smooth. There was curly fur like hair above his cock. But his body was otherwise smooth. Even his armpits had only a bit of hair.
In high school the other bous seemed to grown hair on their legs, balls, arms, chests even stomachs. But Arnie remained smooth.
"Do you shave?" Another tall smooth guy asked him. "Man I could use a shaving partner" he was on the swim team believing that he could swim faster without body hair.
"Uh no, smooth" Arnie had said. "But..." the other kid walked away.
"OK kid" the Director burst into the room "Holy shit the kids beautiful"
"I told you" Mason said
Arnie stood naked as the two men stared at him.
"OK kid you're it. We pay five hundred a day, and it will take two weeks. You good at memorizing lines?"
Arnie didn't understand.
"Doesn't matter, most of the week you'll just be posing anyway, sitting around that kind of thing. You have one or two things to say but we can feed you the lines. Ok come on we need to start. Let's go to the painting scene"
The man left the room.
"You ready for this?" Mason said.
"for what?" Arnie said.
"You are going to model for me, I'll draw and paint. It's a movie about my work" Mason said.
He put his arm around Arnie.
"Here you need to dress and then undress on camera"
"Action" the Director yelled.
Arnie stood there.
"So do you think you can stand still without moving? "
Arnie not really sure of what to do answered "I'll try"
"Good, get undressed, no wait, let me do it" Mason moved closer and began to strip Arnie. He did it slow, examinging Arnies flesh with his fingers.
The room was quiet very quiet as Arnie now completley naked was led to a platform and his arms and legs moved into a pose.
"There that's perfect, god you're perfect, I begin"
"Cut" the Director yelled. "We need close ups, go to position one"
"That was good" Mason said "now we go back to where I take your clothes off. They want to get close ups.
Arnie dressed himself and waited till the Director yelled "action" and then felt the warmth of Mason's fingers on his flesh. A camera was close very close to them. Arnie cloesed his eyes. His flesh tingled and his cock expanded.
He endulged himself on the attention and the man's examination. The camera would move too close once in awhile the colder metal interupting the total emersion in Mason's touch. But Arnie would try to ignore that and savor the man's fingers.
"Christ kid you're good. Cut" the Director yelled and there were several people applauding.
"You ok?" Mason asked.
Arnie, realizing he was rock hard in front of all the people, blushed. "Oh shit sorry I couldn't help it." he covered his cock with his hands.
"It's ok. I take it as a compliment" Mason said
"Can we get a close up of you going closer to the kids boner? It isn't in the script but I want to show you uh did it and then it'll match ..." The Director explained.
"Are you still excited?" Mason asked Arnie.
"Uh it's going down" Arnie said.
"Well concentrate to get it back. I'm just going to pretend, dont' worry, I've got to make it look real for the camera"
"Action"
Mason's fingers again moved over Arnie's flesh, his buttocks and thighs. Arnie's cock returned to full erect status.
And the heat of Mason's mouth was on his cock. The camera moved as Mason moved closer and closer.
Arnie had gotten blowjobs before but never in front of people like this. As long as Mason's fingers were worshiping him, he didn't care.
"Cut"
"fuck" Arnie whispered.
"Yea I know" Mason said
"Take a break. Kid you can cool down" The Director said patting his butt. "You're a real find"
"Come on" Mason threw a robe around Arnie and led him back to the dressing room.
"Did I do ok?" Arnie asked.
"Son you did fine. You are one beautiful kid." Mason said as he removed the robe and began to feel Arnie again.
They were alone this time. Arnie smiled knowing there wouldn't be anyone yelling "CUT" this time.
Mason sat on an ottoman and moved his mouth closer, his tongue reaching out for Arnie's erection.
"Good job Arn" The Director said on the last day of filming. Arnie had faked his own death for the cameras. He had learned his lines, performed action scenes and run naked thorugh the steets at midnight.
Mason sketched him even when he wasn't in the same scenes. The sketches covered the walls of his dressing room and Arnie's dressing room.
Arnie checked out of the YMCA that first week and shared Mason's hotel room. The man was a well known artist Arnie had learned.
And he was an attentive lover and older male companion.
"So when will you two get back?" The Director asked Arnie.
"He's leaving tomorrow and I'll go when my passport arrives" Arnie said with a new strength he hadn't known before.
"Good, why don't you stay at my place? It has a pool, your own bedroom of course. Mindy loves you you know that." Randy the Director said.
He still barked orders but Arnie had become a friend.
"Hey kid get me a coffee, two coffees" he yelled.
A skinny brown haired boy ran to the coffee urn in response.
"Hey it's ok I'll get my own" Arnie said to the boy.
"I can get it for you sir. You did a , I mean you're, uh you're a great actor" the kid babbled.
Arnie was taken aback at being called sir let alone the other things the boy said. He wanted to say that three weeks ago he was doing the things that boy was doing.
But instead, he put his hand on the boys bare shoulder, his fingers under the shoulder strap of his tank top and squeezed.
"Hey thanks that's nice of you to say"
The boy smiled and relaxed at the warmth of Arnie's unexpected attention.