His hands tried to hold his body steady against the bathroom wall. It was a posh restroom, being in a high class hotel, on a press junket. He could hardly enjoy himself, because he knew if his publicist found out, she would kill him. He had taken a break from the endless interviews about the show. It was so boring, answering the same questions over and over. He cried out," Oh, yes." He had picked up a cute anonymous guy with a furtive glance, at the bar. He wasn't sure if he knew, he was screwing a semi-celebrity. He didn't consider himself famous by far, just an actor, not even a very lucky one at that.

He was enjoying the sensation of having this great looking guy's cock ram him hard. It had all happened too fast, forgetting to use a condom. His heart pounded, he could hardly breath,  as he shot his own load on the wall. His stranger worked his hole hard and fast until he moaned, squirting him full of semen. The stranger pulled up his pants and on leaving the stall, said, "I love your show." He said, "I'm glad you like it." He knew his face was flushed, from the feeling of being very exposed all of the sudden. He wiped the cum from his legs and pulled up his pants. Now he could, finish working with the press, smilling until his jaw ached.

He was thinking about what he had done. He knew every time he gave into temptation it was a risk to his career. When he first picked the guy up, the thrill from the risk alone had made him aroused. Now, he was regretting his decision, even hating himself for it. He spent seventeen hours a day working on the show, hoping for a hit. Why couldn't he just keep his pecker in his pants. His name had become bigger than the show itself. He was considered a sex symbol. He never wanted that, when he chose acting as his career. He had loved being in the spotlight since elementary school. He really didn't plan on what it would mean to his private life.

His family knew he was gay, having come out in college. His friends all knew, the cast and most of the crew from the show knew. Questions about his sexual orientation had been one of the main topics on his fan sites on the web. An actress he dated early in his career had exposed him. She was angry when she found out he used her to cover up his being gay. It wasn't true, not his idea anyway. It was his agent and now with a hit show, it was the network pulling his strings.

Back at the hotel room, the interviews weren't over. He had to do a couple that evening over the phone, which he liked better than working a crowd as a media whore. He had some guy on the line from east nowhere, asking the questions. He picked up his glass of coke and drank, wishing it had rum in it. "So, tell me abou the show?" The guy would have a whole press package, what more could he want to know. The repetition of working the press was mind numbing. "It is about an undercover police officer working to rid the city of scum." he said stoically. The reporter said, "Do you enjoy working in Toronto?" He was thinking. I would rather be in L.A. I really hate it here. The