"Whatever else is or isn’t true, I just lost my cherry to the hottest man in the world."

Colin O'Neill has been in a rut for some time now. Whether it's his acting career or his newly-discovered identity as a gay man, he can't seem to get any traction in his job or his love life. What he needs is a change. What he needs is a shock to his system. What he needs is Hamilton.

"Your first cock... You ready for it?"

Hamilton. Dillinger. Harrison. He goes by different names to fulfill a world of different fantasies, but he's most popular as Hamilton, the escort who acts and dresses like he's worth a million bucks. Few people know the man behind the character, Henry Davis. He's yet another New Yorker living on the financial edge, cobbling together jobs in the sex industry to make a living. Henry wants nothing more than to drop the facade, to live in cargo shorts and an old Mets t-shirt, working as a screenwriter, to be free from playing the part of the high class lover. But first, he's got to write the perfect screenplay...

"I had a breakthrough recently. Being with you has been… life-changing. I realized one day that I didn’t have to be me, you know?"

As "Hamilton" guides Colin into becoming a confident gay man, Henry is inspired by Colin's journey to write his screenplay. Meanwhile, Colin's transformation makes him more confident as an actor, landing him bigger and bigger parts. Then a Hollywood studio wants Colin for a lead role, and magically, the part seems like it was written just for him...

Now Colin and Henry are on a collision course. What will Colin think when he finds out that Hamilton is really ordinary Henry, the struggling artist? Will Colin feel conned when he finds that the perfect Hollywood part contains all the secrets that Colin confided in "Hamilton"?

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Upstairs, Hamilton startled Colin by pushing him up against the wall before the door closed behind them, kissing him passionately. Colin’s heart rate spiked as Hamilton’s mass pressed his into the wall. He put his hands up under Hamilton’s suit jacket and slipped him out of it. Hamilton didn’t even care that it was on the floor, it seemed – his hands were on Colin’s ass, grabbing it hard.

Hamilton pulled back just enough for Colin to get the full effect of the dark look on his face. “You’re gonna get fucked tonight.”

“Fuck yeah I am,” Colin whispered.

He was astonished at Hamilton’s renewed attack on his neck, his face, his lips, at Hamilton’s hands roaming his body. He stiffened up.

Hamilton slowed his movements, whispered in his ear. “What is it?”

“Nothing. Just…” He sighed, and pushed Hamilton away a bit. “No offense but… you don’t need to overact.”

Hamilton blinked, with what was either genuine surprise or the best acting Colin had ever seen.

“I’m not acting. You think,” Hamilton said, stroking the back of his hand over Colin’s crotch, “I’m faking this? You think,” he whispered into Colin’s neck, the breath cool on his hot skin, “I’m not into this? You think,” he said, letting one finger trail down Colin’s pants, right along his ass crack, “I’m not…” He put Colin’s hand on his own massive erection. “Hard for this?”

“I’m sorry. I just…”

Hamilton took his hand. “You just nothing. Stop thinking. Think with your cock tonight.”

Colin laughed. “Yeah. Good plan.”

“Here,” Hamilton said gently. He started to undress Colin with all the care that Jeremy at Barney’s had taken in dressing him. Only Jeremy’s fingers hadn’t darted inside the shirt as buttons were manipulated, wandering across his skin, and he certainly hadn’t touched Colin’s zipper, never mind taken it down in an excruciatingly slow manner, every little vibration of the zipper’s undoing running along Colin’s dick and stiffening it.

Hamilton gently but firmly led a naked Colin to the bed, and pushed him down on his back, where he could watch as Hamilton disrobed.

“Don’t tease me,” Colin said, his hand on his cock.

“No slow strip, eh?” Hamilton was out of his shirt in a flash, and Colin let out a little moan at the sight of him, that body, that perfect chiseled torso. Hamilton dropped his pants, pulled off his socks, and then his underwear was at his feet.

“Don’t move,” Colin said, stroking himself. “You’re a fucking god. You don’t know how many times I’ve come, just looking at your pictures. Just this, your body, and now here I even get to see your face.”

“And how does it rate compared to the rest?”

“Head and shoulders above it.”

Hamilton burst out laughing. “Nice.” He climbed up the bed towards Colin, until he was over him, on top of him, face to face. “You’re so hot, you don’t even know.”

“Liar.”

Hamilton shook his head, his face serious. “If I met you in a bar, I’d walk right up to you and say, let’s fuck.”

“You would not. You’re too much the gentleman for that.”

Hamilton arched an eyebrow as he pried open Colin’s legs with a knee. “Am I?”

Colin’s legs reflexively opened, and Hamilton put his face in Colin’s crotch, licking his balls...

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