Fluffers, Inc.: Fluffers, Inc., #1

By Hank Edwards

After leaving his home on an Idaho dairy farm, Charlie Heggensford lands in Los Angeles like a farm fresh egg. He endures a few dead end jobs until he finds a place to put his particular set of skills to use: Fluffers, Inc. At the fluffer dispatch service, Charlie proves to be good at his job… a little too good.

 

As a fluffer in the gay porn movie business, Charlie has to learn how to keep a client hard without making him climax; and how not to become too attached. As Charlie bounces between movie sets, the beds of actors and directors, and the backseats of cars, his optimistic outlook and fluffing skills make him a lot of friends, and a few enemies. Ride along with Charlie as he navigates the sometimes bitchy, often funny, always smoking hot waters of the gay porn movie industry with his co-workers Ken, Billy, and Kinitia, sexy and loyal bear actor, Brent Harrington, and hot porn actor Rock Harding, the man that not only gets Charlie hard as he's making Rock hard, but has stolen his heart.

 

Laugh with — and at — Charlie as he fluffs and stumbles through the freshly edited and updated story, including new chapters depicting Charlie's life back in Idaho! This is book one of the Fluffers, Inc. series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hank Edwards
• Release date: May 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223096238

Hank Edwards

Hank Edwards has been writing gay erotic fiction for more than twenty years. He has written over two dozen novels and even more short stories. His writing crosses many sub-genres, including romance, rom-com, contemporary, paranormal, suspense, mystery, and wacky comedy. Find out more at www.hankedwardsbooks.com.

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1

CALIFORNIA DREAMIN'

Thunder rumbled, breaking Charlie's concentration. Through his bedroom window he could see dark clouds approaching over the field. He didn't have much time; his father would want him to help bring in the herd.

Charlie returned his attention to the nineteen-inch television at the foot of his bed. Two handsome, muscular men were engaged in a sixty-nine position. The sound was muted and Charlie lay naked on his bed, grasping his hard-on. A dildo stood as if at attention close by, all lubed up and glistening in the gray daylight. His favorite part of the scene was coming up soon, and he was more than ready for it.

One of the men on screen — Luke Slammer, with thick dark hair, mustache to match, and a broad hairy chest — was Charlie's all-time favorite. Luke Slammer was the main reason Charlie had saved his allowance, birthday, and holiday money to purchase a four head VCR from Vanderson's General Goods in town. This new technology allowed him to pause any movie and see the still image much clearer than his previous VCR, which he had given to his brother, Lionel, to keep in his bedroom. If Lionel only knew the scenes that VCR had played, he might have refused it. Then again, Lionel, three years older than Charlie's twenty-two, probably used it for his own porn viewing, though his choice would undoubtedly have been men and women. Or women and women.

More thunder, louder this time, and Charlie sighed. He would have to skip right to the start of his favorite part. No foreplay for him on his family's dairy farm, not even with himself! He used the remote to fast forward — the new VCR presenting even the sped up action more clearly — and stopped at the perfect moment. He had seen this movie — Slammin' Heat starring Luke Slammer and featuring Tom Boner — so often he was able to recite the lines under his breath even with the sound muted.

You want this big cock up your ass? Charlie whispered in time with Luke as the man moved into position between Tom's legs, expertly rolling a condom over his long, fat cock in the process.

Yeah, pound that big cock up my hole, he answered himself as Tom said the line, and Charlie reached for the slicked and ready dildo. Fuck my ass. Do it. Fuck that tight ass.

Thunder rumbled again, a long, drawn out moan from the storm as Charlie raised his legs. He touched the tip of the dildo to his slick and eager asshole. God, he loved this moment: the hitch of breath as a dick hung just barely touching his anus; the exquisite anticipation that heightened each of his senses. He felt the sheet beneath him, soft-worn from so many washings. He heard the distant moos from the herd and Lady's excited barking. He saw Luke Slammer as clearly as if he knelt between Charlie's legs as the man pushed himself into Tom Boner.

Charlie timed the entry of the dildo to that of Luke Slammer's. He closed his eyes and gasped, remembering how it had felt when Ben knelt between his legs and slipped his long cock into him. Ben always smelled of hay and sweat and fresh air, the perfect musk that never failed to get Charlie hard. He really enjoyed kissing and sucking Ben, sometimes more than when Ben fucked him. But there never seemed to be enough time for them to truly savor those moments together. One or the other would be needed on their family's farm, or worn out from a day of hard work, and once they had finished, they would quickly part ways with a kiss and a hug.

With slow, steady movements, Charlie fucked himself in time with Luke Slammer's thrusts. He wanted to relish the sensations, make things last, but the herd would need tending to soon. With a minor adjustment, the dildo was perfectly aligned with that wonderful nugget of a sweet spot deep inside him. Charlie moved the dildo faster, eyes half open to watch Luke Slammer bang away at his partner as he wished he could trade places with Tom at that very moment.

Yeah, Charlie whispered, squeezing his eyes shut tight. Get that ass. Fuck me. Oh, yeah. I'm gonna come. Keep it right there, right…fucking…there.

He pushed the dildo in deep and his muscles clenched around it. Hot cum splashed up his torso and tangled in his chest hair as he writhed and gasped quietly on the bed. When he had finished, Charlie lay catching his breath with the dildo still inside him and his cum dripping down his side. He slowly withdrew the dildo and set it aside before lowering his legs to the mattress. He wiped sweat from his brow and shivered as his body cooled. On the TV screen, Luke Slammer pulled out of Tom and shucked off his condom as he walked on his knees up the man's torso. Charlie's spent cock stirred as he watched, eyes wide and his breath coming in shallow pants. Luke got into position and stroked himself to a gushing climax that splashed across his Tom's face and throat and into the man's open mouth.

Oh, fuckin' ay yeah, that's hot, Charlie whispered, quoting in perfect time Tom's muted line.

Luke remained where he was, strong legs straddling his partner's torso, tight round ass placed right over his solar plexus. Twisting to reach behind him, Luke took his partner's cock in one hand to stroke Tom hard and fast to orgasm. The cum splattered Luke's beautiful pale ass and the small of his back.

Slammed hard and put away wet, Charlie whispered along with Luke.

Charlie! Storm's comin'!

His father's voice startled him out of his post-orgasm glow. He grabbed the cum towel from his nightstand drawer and made a face at its stiffness. He was going to need to sneak in a load of laundry soon.

After cleaning himself and the dildo up, Charlie stopped the VCR and ejected the tape. He smirked at the handwritten label he'd applied on the spine — Horror Movie Marathon Tape 1 — which he hoped would prevent his parents from wanting to view it should the tape ever be discovered. He put it into the bottom dresser drawer with the other tapes he owned, all of them marked Horror Movie Marathon followed by a tape number that corresponded to his favorite gay porn movies in order of preference.

Charlie dressed quickly and paused at his locked bedroom door to give his room a once over. Everything incriminating was out of sight. He unlocked the door, stepped into the upstairs hallway, and headed for the stairs.

An hour later, Charlie led the final cow out of the heavy downpour and into the barn.

That the last of 'em? his father asked.

Charlie nodded and wiped rain from his eyes. She is.

Delilah, his father said with a snort. Shoulda' known she'd wait for you to find her.

She's my girlfriend, Charlie said. She was waiting under our special tree.

He wrapped his arms around the cow's neck and hugged Delilah tight. When he moved back, she pressed her nose against his hand and he laughed.

That's my sweet girl.

Charlie kissed Delilah between her eyes before lightly swatting her rump to get her moving. She joined the rest of the herd near the back of the free stall barn and bent to take a mouthful of hay. His father had built the open barn, or free stall, a couple of years ago, and Charlie had to admit it was working as expected. After months of research, his father had decided it would be beneficial to allow the herd freedom to move around, either out in the field or inside the barn. It was better for the cow and for the milk, Leland Heggensford said to anyone who would listen. Many listened, but most called him crazy. That would take up too much space and limit the number of head he could have in the herd. The other farmers in the area shook their heads as they walked away. It was too much of an investment for too little return.

But now that the cows were moving around more, the milk from Heggensford Dairy Farm flowed more quickly. And it tasted better. So much so that Leland's orders quadrupled in the two years since he'd initiated the free stall system on his dairy farm.

Now, Charlie stood beside his father and together they watched the cows mingle at the other end of the barn. Some ate fresh hay, a few moved into open stalls and laid down on soft straw, while others just stood around, ears twitching as if listening to the rain on the barn roof.

Look what you did, Dad, Charlie said with a smile. You showed those other farmers.

His father's grin belied the humility of his words. Now, Charlie, it wasn't much to do. Just took some travel to the University of Idaho for a bit of research in their library. Followed up by some conversations with a few fellows or seven. Then I hired someone to draw up the plans. Once I had that, I bought the supplies and found a few men who'd help me build it. He shrugged. Wasn't much. Just look what our founding fathers did hundreds of years ago. That there's some inclination to work hard if ever there was one.

Charlie nodded. It's true, Dad. All of it.

His father stood for a moment with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face as he surveyed the herd. Charlie looked at his father's strong profile — the big, but not too large nose, the square jaw, the thick dark blond hair, shot through with silver — and wondered if he would look so good when he neared fifty himself.

Hear from your brothers at all? Leland asked without looking around at him.

No word from Morgan and Collin, Charlie replied. No letters or phone calls that I'm aware of. They must be living it up at Boise State.

His father drew in a breath and shook his head. Just two farm boys eager to see the big city.

Charlie smiled but kept quiet. Boise was a big city, especially compared to tiny Felcher's Gulch where he'd been born and raised. But when Charlie thought of a big city, he thought of someplace much larger than Boise. His idea of a true city was Los Angeles, California. That was where he wanted to move. All that sunshine, palm trees, beaches, and the ocean. And lots and lots of porn stars.

While Ben Whistler was sweet and kind and good at fucking fast and coming hard, Charlie's big dream was to leave Felcher's Gulch and move to the west coast. He wanted to stare up the glass sides of skyscrapers and see movie stars and expensive cars and everything else Los Angeles had to offer. He wanted to see his favorite porn stars in person, and watch them in action without the need for muted sound or trying to get the picture just right when he paused a movie. Yes, if there was one place on Earth he felt was just waiting for him to arrive, it was L.A. And he hoped to get there soon.

He had enough money saved up. And a bus ticket to Los Angeles wouldn't be too expensive. He just needed to pick a date, and then tell his parents — and Ben Whistler.

Charlie turned for the door. He put his foot down in a fresh pile of dung and it skidded forward, leaving him doing an unbalanced split. He windmilled his arms to keep himself upright and was just about to topple over onto the messy floor when his father grabbed him under each arm and pulled him upright.

I swear to God, I don't know how you've lived this long, his father said as he set him on his feet.

Charlie shrugged with an embarrassed smirk. Just lucky I guess?

Gotta be luck with your clumsiness. His father shook his head, but with a small smile. You do keep us on our toes. Your mother and I are real glad to have you around.

Well, I'm glad to be around, too, Dad. Charlie regretted the words as they sounded like he wanted to remain on the farm for a long time.

He'd just opened his mouth to say something — maybe that he was thinking of moving away, or maybe that he was gay, he couldn't be sure — but his father spoke first.

Better get those boots cleaned off before you leave them on the back porch. Your mother will skin you alive if you don't.

Charlie looked down at his messy boots. Yeah, you're right. See you up at the house.

He trudged to the house through the heavy rain. As he stood in the downpour and used the hose to clean off his boots, Charlie wondered if it was true that the sun shone all year round in southern California.

2

OFF AND RUNNING

The long, hard length of Ben's dick tasted of sweat and hay. Charlie didn't mind the taste as he bobbed his head up and down in Ben's lap, but he wondered if the men in California tasted different. Maybe sweat and coconut oil. Or eucalyptus. Charlie had read that men in California used eucalyptus oil on their skin. He didn't know what eucalyptus smelled or tasted like, but he thought he would like to find out.

But now, as he lay across the length of bench seat of Ben's old pick-up truck, he made himself focus on what he was doing. Ben had parked off in the weeds of a dirt road a short ways outside of Felcher's Gulch, and they'd lowered the windows a bit to let in some of the cool night air. Over his slurps and Ben's quiet moans and sighs, Charlie could hear crickets and frogs singing to each other. He sucked Ben good and deep, building up speed until his mouth and fist were a blur along the shaft.

Oh, Charlie, Ben said. The things you do with your mouth.

Charlie kept sucking and stroking. He savored Ben's taste, and looked forward to the spicy tang of his semen. No matter how tired or just plain worn out from fucking he was, Charlie could always manage to squeeze out one more load from the taste and smell of cum. He had his own cock out and stroked himself with his left hand.

Jesus, you've got me right there. I'm close. I'm real close now. Ben gasped and, as he usually did, put a hand on the back of Charlie's head.

A moment later, Ben came and Charlie swallowed it down. He sucked Ben's dick as he squirmed beneath him, the head of his cock now extremely sensitive.

Ah, it's too much, Ben said as he writhed. Let me go. Stop sucking.

But Charlie hung on — he always did — and kept Ben's cock tight in his mouth as he stroked himself to orgasm. He huffed a breath into Ben's pubic hair as he came, aiming his cock down to the rubber floor mat to avoid making a mess of his shirt and jeans.

Goddammit! Ben pushed Charlie up and off of him. Look what you did! I'm gonna have to stop at the Suds and Spray and clean that floor mat off before I get home.

Charlie sat up and wiped his mouth as he looked down at the mess he'd left, and then gave Ben a sheepish look. Sorry about that.

Ben rolled his eyes as he tucked himself back into his pants, looking around to make sure no one was watching them. You always seem to be sorry for something. After another look around, Ben leaned over and kissed him. It was a sweet, soft kiss that made Charlie smile.

Thanks, Charlie said.

That hot mouth of yours, Ben whispered, and kissed him again. You really know how to suck my cock.

It helps that you have a really nice cock.

Next time maybe I can fuck you again?

Charlie nodded. Fuck yeah. Then he made a face. Sorry again about the mess.

Ben sighed. You're sorry about a lot of things lately.

Ben moved back behind the wheel and started the truck. He eased out onto the blacktop, and as he headed into the downtown area of Felcher's Gulch they were both silent. Charlie stared out the window, the fields of soybeans and corn looking black in the moonlight and seeming to stretch on forever. But Charlie knew there was more out there than crops and cows and small town life. There were people having parties on a beach, where moonlight gleamed on the wide expanse of ocean. It would also glitter along skyscrapers and off the windshields of fancy sports cars as they cruised Santa Monica Boulevard. He sighed as he watched the fields and pastures flashing past, trying hard to see the big city so far away from his small town.

You're a million miles away right now, Ben said.

Charlie smiled over at him. I guess I am.

What are you thinking about? Helping your dad get ready for the County Fair in the fall?

That surprised a quiet laugh out of Charlie. Nope, not even close.

Oh yeah? Ben smiled and lowered his voice, though there was no one who could possibly hear him. Thinking of my cock up your ass?

Well, I'm always thinking of your cock, Charlie replied. Either in my mouth or up my ass. But I've been thinking lately about maybe… Now that he'd started, Charlie was surprised to find it harder to say than he'd expected. If he couldn't tell Ben Whistler he wanted to leave Felcher's Gulch and move to Los Angeles, how in the hell was he going to tell his parents?

Maybe what? Ben slowed the truck to pull into the Suds and Spray Do It Yourself car wash. Hey, you got any quarters?

Charlie dug through his pockets and came up empty. Sorry.

There you go again, Ben said as he checked the compartments of his truck. Apologizing. Well, lookie here. Four quarters, just like I need.

Ben got out of the truck and Charlie followed suit. He grabbed the floor mat from his side of the truck and hung it in the big clothes pin type of holder fixed to the side of the wash stall. Ben plugged the quarters into the coin slots and water started spraying from the end of the wand set in a holster on the wall.

I gotta take a leak. Grab the sprayer and clean off the mat, will you? Ben asked. When you're done, go ahead and just spray off the truck.

Oh, okay.

As Ben walked off toward a stand of trees behind the car wash, Charlie grabbed the sprayer. He planted his feet and pointed the wand at the floor mat, then pulled the trigger. The spray of water immediately exploded into a gusher that slammed Charlie back against the truck. He barely managed to hit the very bottom of the floor mat before the sprayer jerked up toward the ceiling of the stall. His finger seemed welded on the trigger, and he struggled with the sprayer, water dripping down on him from the ceiling and his cum still glistening on the floor mat.

What are you doing? It was Ben, shouting at him as he ran back into the stall.

Charlie turned toward him and the spray hit Ben dead center in the chest, knocking him on his ass.

Sorry! Charlie shouted over the gushing water, and managed to turn the sprayer toward the truck.

Take your finger off the trigger! Ben shouted at him.

I'm trying! Charlie shouted back.

Ben came up behind him and grabbed the spray wand from Charlie's hand. The moment Charlie's finger left the trigger, the spray pressure dropped immediately.

I'll do it, Ben snapped. Move.

Charlie stepped clear and Ben turned the spray toward the floor mat. Just then a loud click sounded from the coin slot box, and the steady spray faded to a gentle drizzle. Ben pulled the trigger a few times, but it was no use. The timer had run out on his quarters.

Ben stared at Charlie. You really couldn't control it long enough to just spray off the floor mat?

It was a lot stronger than I expected, Charlie said.

I don't have any more quarters. Ben shook his head. I guess I'll just hose it off at home and hope my parents don't ask me about it.

He dropped the spray wand into the holster and unclipped the floor mat from the big clothespin contraption on the wall. As Ben walked