Chapter 2 Kyle Dylan Parker vs. Aaron Hunter: His erotic addiction...The dilemma!

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Aaron Hunter got as far as the director’s door and then turned back.

“Shit!” He swore under his breath.

Aaron had never been that unsure of anything in his life as he was at that very moment. He always thought things through before he took any action. But for the first time in his life, he was confused because he knew that what he was about to do was wrong and yet, he thought it was for the best.

Aaron Hunter was a twenty-one-year-old final-year college student. He was drop-dead gorgeous. With his dark hair, flawless skin, dreamy grey eyes, and a height of almost six feet, he was simply striking. Like many other college students, Aaron had to work to see himself through college. But unlike most college students, the job Aaron decided to do was to act porn. He had been acting porn since he was nineteen years old.

All Aaron was interested in was making enough money to take care of his sick mother and to pay for his college tuition. When he was approached by Max Viggo to act porn, he had automatically refused. But after numerous entreaties and cajoling from the famous porn movie director, Aaron had relented. After all, it paid well and he needed the money.

On his very first day on set, however, Aaron had had the shock of his life. He knew MV Productions produced all kinds of porn movies. What he hadn’t known was that he was to act gay porn. He had been so angry he had turned to leave. Max had however pulled Aaron into his office and again managed to convince him to re-think his decision.

“Listen, kid, this is just acting.”

“Yes but I’m not gay. No one gets near my arse. I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. You don’t have to give up your arse. A hole is a hole. You go in, come out, make money, and everyone is happy,” Max had said, making it sound so easy.

After a lot of talks and an increase in his emolument, Aaron had agreed to do it. But he had laid down his own rules. Aaron Hunter didn’t bottom, didn’t kiss, didn’t rim, didn’t get rimmed…that was so gay, and never barebacked. He was very particular about his ‘No condom No fuckin’ rule. Finally, he had opted to go by the name Ron Hunt, which was sort of a short form of his real name, Aaron Hunter.

So when Aaron was called into the office of Max Viggo one fine morning and told he had to bottom and fuck without a condom for an obscenely huge amount of money, his immediate answer had been…

“Go fuck yourself, Max.”

“Come on Ron, go and think about this okay?”

“There’s nothing to think about.” Aaron had bellowed and stormed out of Max’s office.

That night Aaron couldn’t sleep. He had tossed and turned the whole night thinking about the offer. His plan was to quit acting immediately he made enough money to pay the remaining college fees, and find a good job. He hoped that with a good salary and no college fees to pay, he and his mum would be okay. Peggy Hunter was all Aaron cared about in the world. He didn’t have a girlfriend or any close friends. He spent all his time either studying, sitting with his mum, or on set. Of course, he dated once in a while, but those relationships were nothing long-term.

He did get a lot of propositions from all kinds of people, the rich, the not-so-rich, senators, clergies, psychos, and lots of guys who claimed to be in love with him. He, however, always made it a point to politely turn them down. After all, he wasn’t gay…merely acting. And Aaron Hunter was no prostitute or an escort.

Max’s outrageous offer went against all of Aaron’s principles. But with that kind of money, he knew he could quit the acting business. Now the question was whether he was ready to give up his arse and have sex for the very first time in his life, without a condom. Max did shout after him when he was storming out of his office that the guy he was to fuck was clean but that still didn’t make it right.

By morning, Aaron’s mind was made up. He was going to take Max’s offer. With that kind of money, he could clear all the bills on his mother’s dialysis treatment, pay all his outstanding college fees, pay their rent for the next two years, and take care of both his and his mother’s up-keep till he got a good job. Simply put, with that money, he could live. It was time to get out of the porn business. He’d called Max to accept the offer.

Now standing behind Max’s door, on the day set for the shooting of his ‘virgin video’ as he sarcastically called it in his head, Aaron was torn between going back in to change his decision and going to the set to get ready as he had been told to. He had almost backed out when the slime ball had added as an after-thought;

“Oh and Ron, we know you never rim and you don’t allow it but you’re going to have to allow yourself to get rimmed this time. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. Trust me on that.” He had said with a devilish grin. The jerk!

“Shit!” Aaron swore, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Might as well get it over and done with.”

Hell, if he was going to bareback and bottom, then he might as well get a rim job. It wouldn’t make what he was about to do any worse, would it? All that mattered now was the money and what it could do for him.

With a sigh, Aaron headed for the set and his final showdown.