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The King Of Character Actors

CHAPTER SEVEN: Poker Night: Part One

Featuring Charles Durning, Ed Asner, Rod Steiger, George Segal and Norby Walters.

I was invited to a weekly game held at the Hollywood home of the former sports agent Norby Walters by Charles Durning after we became friends while filming Home for the Holidays in 1995. As he was explaining to me, "it’s a diverse group of every actor in Hollywood” for low-limit stud poker. The minimum bet is just $1 and some of the regulars might consist of Alec Baldwin, Robert Downey Jr., Angie Dickinson, Sid Caesar or Sharon Stone. They all played until 10:45 before spending the next 15 minutes telling Frank Sinatra stories with everything ending by 11:00 pm.

Each Wednesday night, the veteran music agent welcomed nine boldface names to his Wilshire corridor high rise for three hours of poker. But tonight, thanks to some last minute cancellations, only a total of five men besides Charlie and me sat around the table. The lure of poker was stronger for these guys. Football, baseball, boxing and the business were popular topics of conversation. I was introduced to each and was greeted with a strong handshake from each man. I sat down among the members and started to study those who were already studying me.

Starting with our host Norby Walters, a short, nerdy fellow with nary a thing to say. He sat sipping his drink and worrying about the time. He was barefoot and wearing slacks with a short-sleeved cabana shirt, the top buttons unfastened to reveal a scar from heart surgery.

Charles Durning (72) was the elder statesman of the group. Short with a roly-poly build, his chest seemed to strain the limits of his shirt buttons. When he speaks, his voice is that of a Marine drill sergeant - people listen and obey. Self-educated, he’s been working since he was in knee pants; what he knows, he learned the hard way. He was my sure bet of the night. The one I was going to have sex with.

To Charlie's right was actor, George Segal (61). He was in his early sixties, my guess, around maybe six foot with a strong, but receding hairline. His dark hair was almost transparent on top. He was wearing shorts and a tank top. Chest hairs poked enticingly out from the top of the sleeveless top.

Next, was actor, Rod Steiger (70). At seventy something, Steiger was a stocky, shaved-headed, bull-necked man with piercing eyes, a brooding presence, but funny as hell. He wore long pants, a black button up shirt and an old style roadster beret topping his bald head. He smiled as our eyes met, then returned to his conversation with the man to his right.

Last was Ed Asner (66). Beautiful features, great build and incredibly handsome. His chest hairs nearly exploded from the top of his shirt. His fur lined forearms stuck out of the rolled up sleeves like carpeted appendages of some nineteen fifties goon. As a young adult, no one turned me on more than this man. My first impression was that Ed was funny, nice and sort of a big lush. He had three drinks and got sort of loud, but not in a bad way, it was after all a party.

These were Charlie's poker pals. I’ll admit I was a little nervous playing against these guys. Each talked to the other while I darted in and out of their conversations. All except Ed. He was different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew he was different. I lost the first few hands. Badly. But then my luck changed and I won every hand for the next hour.

“Read ‘em and weep boys, read and weep. I win again.” I said in a taunting voice.

“Keep it up kid. You’ll get yours.” Ed said.

“Come on Mr. Asner. None of you have won in an hour. Hell, I’ll suck your dick if you win just one of the next five hands. I’m so confident, if any of you win in the next five hands. I’ll suck all of your cocks.” I boasted.

“Ok boys, let’s keep it clean.” Norby said.

“No. He’s been running his mouth all night. OK you’re on. I win one of the next five hands and you’ll suck all of our cock.”

“Deal.” I readily answered.

It was my turn to deal again, I had learned a lot from other card players about hiding cards and dealing from the bottom of the deck. Norby, Ed, Rod and George were unaware that they were being set up. Mr. Durning however, was somewhat aware of my intentions since I was sucking his cock since Home for the Holidays wrapped up months ago. After shuffling the cards, I made sure Ed got the best hand.

“Aces and deuces. Full house. Can you beat that kid?” He said.

“No.” Was all I had to say.

"That didn’t take long, you lost on the first hand.”

“Then it looks like you have to suck everyone’s cock.”

“Come on guys, you’re not going through with that bet are you?” Norby questioned.

“Hey, the kid made the bet. It’s up to him if he is going to live up to it.”

“I never go back on a bet.” I said as I got up, found an empty bedroom and waited for my first client.

Our host, Norby wasted little time joining me in the bedroom, telling me that I didn't need to do this. I could tell that despite his outward chivalry, the bulge in the front of his pants signaled his true feelings. Seeing my determination, he allowed me to unclasp the top of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt. As I slipped the shorts down past his knees, his cock was peeking out of the front of his boxer shorts. I tugged on his boxers, slowly, teasing him before they finally passed his cock, springing out freely away from his body.

I excitedly leaned over to grasp his firm uncut cock. I love to peel the protective skin back with my tongue and lips, exposing the sensitive head. My actions were greeted with the usual response as Norby moaned audibly. Not wanting to remain standing, he sat down on the edge of the bed and then fell back, legs splayed apart for my easy access. I attacked his groin with the fervor of a long neglected lover. My cock was pressing against the edge of the bed in a vain attempt to attract some attention for itself.

Norby grasped the bed covers tightly as my head bobbed rapidly on his tool. Grunting and groaning, Norby writhed beneath my attack. His entire body seemed to tense and then with an upward thrust of his hips, he climaxed. Manly fluids flowed into my hungry mouth. As I squeezed the last of his cum from his cock, his whole body relaxed as his breathing started to slow and his eyes slowly opened.

"Thank you." Norby said as I slumped back into the small chair next to the bed and watched him get dressed before rejoining the card game.

I didn't have to wait long as I heard someone getting up from the table and heading down the hall. I thought it would be Charlie, but to my surprise, it was George. Without speaking, he opened his pants to reveal his cock. As if responding to his inaudible command, I leaned forward and took his tool offered and placed it in my mouth. It easily fit. The nicely cut cock quickly hardened between my lips.

As the turgor pressure reached the maximum within his five inch cock, I felt his hands firmly grasp my head. His hips began to rhythmically thrust in synchrony with my lips. As quickly as it started, it ended. I heard a couple grunts, tasted something slightly salty on my tongue and the next I knew, he was withdrawing his cock. I finally looked up at my guest face. He quietly mouthed 'Thank you' and then shuffled back to the table.

The others at the table said nothing and acted as if he was there all along. George picked up his cards and continued on playing as if nothing had occurred. It wasn't long before I heard someone politely excused himself from the table, ostensibly to use the john, I was soon confronted with Rod standing in front of me, unzipping his pants.

He unbuttoned his pants, pulled the waistband of his underwear down to allow his already half hard cock to flop out. Using both his hands to hold his pants and underwear, Rod thrust his hips forward causing his manhood to lightly tap my lips. I quickly opened my mouth to let his cock slide in. As his tool grew, I knew that unlike my last visitor, I'd have a problem accommodating this man's growing cock.

On a couple of occasions I had to limit his thrusts because I was nearly choking. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, allowing his shaft to slide in and out of my mouth through my moistened palm as Rod became more vocal. His grunts and my slurping noises were loud enough that everyone in the house could hear. It didn't matter to me and obviously didn't matter to Rod.

"Oh my God!" Rod said as he began to let loose.

As the first spurt hit my tongue, Rod grabbed his dick with his right hand and started to almost violently jack his cock. His knees slightly bent, the moans and grunts continued as he rapidly jacked the rest of his man fluid into my waiting mouth. I relaxed and allowed Rod to finish his release as his right hand switched from a rapid jacking motion to a careful milking motion. Each drop of his cum was carefully deposited upon my tongue.

As Rod's breathing slowly returned to normal, he slowly pulled his pants and underwear back up to their proper position. He smiled down at me as I exercised my stretched jaw muscles. Rod beamed with pride recognizing that it was his endowment that caused my minor discomfort. With a tip of his hat, Rod turned and moved back to the table. He sat quietly next to the other players. Picking up his hand of cards, he smiled as if he got dealt an inside straight.

George wasted little time joining me in the bedroom, standing proudly in front of me. The bulge in the front of his shorts signal his readiness as I unclasp the top of his shorts. As I slipped his shorts down past his knees, his cock sprang out from his body. I excitedly grasp his firm cock as he sat down on the edge of the bed and the fell back, legs splayed apart for easy access. I attacked his groin with the fervor of a long neglected lover. With active hands, tongue and lips I worked on his perfect pink tool. I was enjoying it almost as much as George. My cock was pressing against the edge of the bed in a vain attempt to attract some attention for itself.

George grasped the bed covers tightly as I worked. He move further up on the bed, finding ourselves in plain view of the other occupants in the other room. My head bobbed rapidly on his tool, as George grunted and groan, writhing beneath my attack.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the guys watching, especially Charlie. He watched over the top of this cards, not concerned about who was winning the current hand. Next to him, Ed tried not act nonchalant, but his intent gaze was not focused on the cards. Suddenly George tensed up and then with an upward thrust of his hips, he came. Manly fluids flowed into my hungry mouth.

As I squeezed the last of his energy from his cock, his whole body relaxed. Slumping back into the small chair next to the bed, I watched George slipped his shorts back on. Sipping on a glass of scotch he brought in, I watched as he rejoined the card game. I wondered who would be next. Ed or Charlie? It wasn't long before I got my answer.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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