Scotty Bowers

“Without even looking at me as he continued to read, holding the book in one hand, he had slipped his other hand through the fly of my Levi denims and was playing with my cock. Though shocked at my discovery, the sensations were so good that I dared not move. As soon as he realized that my eyes were open he lowered the book, turned to me, and smiled. “Good afternoon,” he said very politely, pretending that absolutely nothing was amiss or irregular. “Hello,” I gurgled, not quite believing but thoroughly enjoying what was happening. I wanted to ask him his name but before I could say anything he gently tightened his grip around my throbbing member and made me come.”
― Scotty Bowers, Full Service: My Adventures in Hollywood and the Secret Sex Lives of the Stars