The Magazine

Steve was bored, sitting in his trailer waiting to be called for his next shot. He knew they wouldn’t call him for at least another hour.

Sitting down, he caught a glimpse of the latest batch of magazines his assistant had left for him. He grinned as he spotted the one that was his guilty pleasure. Making his way to his door he locked it, then made his way to the bed at the end of the trailer, magazine in hand

Flicking the pages past the too skinny models and busty actresses who hogged the headlines he found the pages he wanted. Eyes fixated on the nubile half naked body on the pages, he wiggled and fumbled for his belt, pushing his pants down past his hips, making himself comfortable amongst the lavish cushions.

Again his eyes drifted to the magazine and took himself in hand. Slowly he began to stoke his shaft, feeling the blood rise and his breath shorten. He imagined the tanned hands ghosting in loving touches over his body, tweaking his nipples and dipping across his belly.

He focused on the dazzling smile, the laughing eyes and taut body spread before him in a beach setting, wishing they were smiling at him, for him. He found himself grinning in response.

His stokes became jerky and uneven as he squeezed harder and gasped his completion. He gave a raspy laugh as he spotted the cum splattered across the magazine. He pushed it beneath the pillows to hide the evidence before he went to clean up.

He made a mental note to replace the People magazine of Matt’s beach romp before his assistant found the stained one, again.