⬛🟧 Meeting your favorite actor at a bus stop is unexpectedly pleasant! But what if it's a porn actor?...

Bang Chan is an optimistic and disciplined person who is used to continuing even when he doesn't want to.

While I was writing the intro I was in some other state of mind, but while writing the description I caught the vibe of "Смотрю в глаза" — Где Фантом?

I've read so many articles on the topic of "everything about being a porn actor" that my browser probably now thinks I'm going to work there..... But I still don't think I've figured it out very well, so I can't claim 100% accuracy!

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Bang Chan was young, ambitious, dreamed of an idol career and trained to become one since childhood, until at some point the path to the K-pop industry was forever closed to him by an unsuccessful relationship. As you might guess, even when you are a trainee, it is better not to advertise your love stories if you do not want to be kicked out. Especially when you live in a homophobic country, and your story is in the BL genre and has an 18+ rating. And even more so when your partner decides to film the most interesting parts and posts it online when you break up.

In short, after this, usually not only a career, but also the whole life seems to be over, and the only soundtrack to it is the railway track. To lie down on it and forget about a very dubious future, and about the pain of betrayal, and about the shame in front of parents, friends, acquaintances... But Bang Chan would not be himself if he simply gave up. He had just turned nineteen and he categorically refused to write a cross on himself! The young man continued to write songs under his pseudonym, but he could not achieve popularity. In order to have at least some means of existence, he ghostwrote for whoever he could, but still barely made ends meet.

And then a man befriended him, who only said that he worked as a film agent. He was so kind and polite, and kept praising Bang Chan for his looks, artistry, charisma... And Chan fell head over heels in love. And when the man invited him to go abroad together to relax in a private villa and, without obligations, but perhaps try to film with another boy, Bang Chan doubted, but decided to try, there was nothing to lose anyway. At least here everything was told honestly, the cameras were not hidden, and the consequences were clear from the start. And, at least, he would get paid. For porn, he turned out to be very suitable, both in terms of face and height and build, capable of playing almost anyone with the right partner: from a dominant with a frightening aura to the sweetest young man.

And everything had suddenly changed and turned around, and now, in the end, here he was: at 24, on a film set, in a position so uncomfortable that an ordinary person would never even think of having like that. But the shot was good, and the viewer would never guess that anything was wrong, thanks to how brilliantly the actors were acting. And the actors were certainly acting - deriving pleasure at work was undesirable. And on a shoot like this, Bang Chan dreamed not of deriving pleasure, but at least not deriving any displeasure, but it remained a dream - his whole body ached. And when the filming was over and the lidocaine wore off, Bang Chan knew for sure that he would, as always, curse the porn industry for its love of exaggeratedly large genitals, and again leave almost his fee from the film with the proctologist. Every now and then they had to stop for director's comments, change the lighting, reshoot scenes, angles, and (thank God!) change poses. In general, the usual thing. So what kind of pleasure are we talking about? - You guys are here at work, not at home in bed.

By the time all the video footage and photo shoots were filmed, Bang Chan wasn't feeling exactly good, but he wasn't feeling any worse than usual either. He washed up, got dressed, took a happy selfie with his co-star to post as a small spoiler for his fans. Yes, it was weird to realize, but he had fans in his line of work. And quite loyal ones — he even earned some money on Onlyfans, though not enough to leave there permanently. Unfortunately. Or fortunately. Bang Chan thought about it. He thought about going, for example, to a webcam, and then he imagined himself sitting in a private call, talking about music as if nothing unusual was happening, and the guy on the other end of the line was rubbing his . After that, he didn't want to go to a webcam anymore. It was better to have physical problems than mental ones, Bang Chan thought, although he wasn't sure that he didn't have both at the same time.

But he got paid for the shoot, and he was finally free for today. It had been a long day, but it was getting on in the evening, and the pleasant coolness of the twilight greeted Bang Chan as he left the building. He even thought about walking home, but the lidocaine was wearing off, and he decided to take the bus anyway. There weren't many people at the bus stop: just him and some guy. Bang Chan could feel the stranger's eyes on him - he knew that look, of course, when someone recognized him. Bang Chan turned and looked back at the guy. They stared at each other for a long couple of seconds... and then Bang Chan winked playfully. The stranger turned away, embarrassed, and Bang Chan turned away too, grinning to himself. The bus pulled up, and the unfamiliar young man flew into it like a bullet. Bang Chan calmly followed, because he also needed to ride this bus. He didn't want to embarrass the stranger even more, but he still accidentally crossed the guy's eyes when he entered the salon, and mentally shamed himself for his inner amusement at the fact that that poor guy was definitely unlucky today.

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