Charles Durning and Me

Written by hollowd

I'm a gay make-up artist working in Hollywood. I am attracted to older men that are chubby or stocky with grey to silver-haired or even bald. As a rule, the men that catch my eye are well-matured, aged 50 and over. 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 on are straight and mostly married. I’m real careful, well, I try to be, but I just can’t keep from stealing a touch here and there.

In 1990, I worked on the TV series Evening Shade which I was doing the make-up on. I was excited, as Evening Shade would be popping my T.V.-shoot cherry. It was a real education watching this show being shot. What I saw was shot 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, Charles Durning, one of those seasoned pros caught my attention.

The 67 year old was average looking, sporting less-than-perfect physique, portly at 5'8" with thinning gray hair, a big irish face, impish eyes, a bulbous nose, and rosy cheeks with a smile that would take your breath. 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. He may not have been a household name, but with his pugnacious features and imposing bulk he was a familiar presence in American movies, television and theater, even if often overshadowed by the headliners.

I been worked on him a couple of times, ever since got this gig and I took a liking to him from the first day I started on the set. During these encounters, we would chatted about day to day things. There wasn’t an iota of vanity, pretension or aloofness in his manner. He just exuded charm and was loveable in the way of a beloved uncle.

Late in the summer of 1991, we were starting to the season opener for 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 Charles 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 yah. 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 watched him out of the corner of my eye as he unbuttoned his shirt and spread it open revealing his ample chest and belly that I had yearned to see. He had gray and silver hair on his barrel chest that was very sexy although I would have preferred more hair. I want some breast feeding right now! I thought as I admired his juicy tits. Now I wish he fell in love with me in Tootsie. I would have slept with him first, before telling him I was really a man.

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. I must have stared at him to long.

"Yeah, I'm getting fat and old." Charlie said.

"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 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 pubic hairs were gray but I didn't spend much time looking at them, what caught my attention was his thick uncut dick resting on top of a set of huge bull balls. As I adjusted his jockey shorts, I couldn't stop myself from stepping closer to him as I stared intently at his thick soft dick and big balls.

"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 dick 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.

"The damn thing stays hard half the time. I have to jack it off everyday." He answered 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 big lump foreskin covered dick he suddenly jerked back slightly.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

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

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

"Please." I said, trembling with excitement.

"I am not queer." He repeated but this time his voice was soft and carried a sexual charge. And he reached down and grabbed his thick dick and pulled the foreskin back over the huge head of his dick.

"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?"

"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. The old man moaned. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and managed somehow to take his big dick head entirely inside my mouth.

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

"Hell 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 swelling dick down my throat.

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

I had no choice. It was swallow the old man's monster dick or choke. His dick was almost too long and thick, but somehow I managed as I was determined to swallow it all. I guess it was my desire to please Charles that caused me to swallow a dick bigger than I had ever been able to handle before. Somehow 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 he fucked my mouth like 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 looked up to see his big titties and belly jiggling as he fucked my mouth. I took his plunging dick and made love to it with my tongue as Chuck repeatedly shoved it down my throat and pulled it quickly back out. I wanted desperately to kiss the old man. I want to make love to him. But he just kept brutally fucking my mouth in such a manner that I knew he would never let me kiss him much less make love to him.

"Damn, 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! Damn! Here it comes!"

Then suddenly Chuck 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 released me and stepped back. He glanced down at me and wasn't smiling as he quickly grabbed his jockey shorts and put them on. 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 white hair.

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

"Nothing happened here. Nothing." Mr. Durning said still glaring at me with a sudden unfriendly stare.

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

Then after a uncomfortable moment of silence, Mr. Durning hurried out of the trailer.