A PORN BOY'S LIFE By Chipster
DISCLAIMER AND LEGAL STUFF: If it's illegal to read stories involving adults and youths involved in sexual acts together, then don't read this. If you're underage, don't get caught reading this, either. If you don't approve of gay sex, don't read this. If there's anyone left after everyone else drops out, read this story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story told to me over several chat sessions by the young man in the story. I'll leave it to you to decide if it's true or not. All I will say is that I've been able to verify enough of what I've been told that I don't doubt any of it.
I'm writing this story in the first person, as him, from his own words wherever possible, although names and locations have been changed. I will only tell you that his real name is Kent...
CHAPTER 5 - THE STUDIO OPENS
The work crew labored all summer to finish the barn remodeling, and they finally finished in late October. Rather than try to keep it a secret, Don thought the best way to hide the whole thing was to put it out in the open, so he held an Open House.
The farm is a wonderful place. In addition to the Barn, which I'll tell you about in a little bit, and the acreage I told you about earlier, the place has a very nice house with six large bedrooms and Don had a few extra bathrooms put in, including a master bath suite with a large enclosed shower and a whirlpool. (Don says he still wants to put in a pool, too, but it hasn't happened yet.)
The equipment shed was built to house farm implements and the opening faces away from the driveway. It makes a perfect garage where we can park eight cars under shelter and a few more outside, yet out of sight from the house and the driveway, so we can have a large crowd out there without advertising it to passers by.
The barn itself is wonderful. The inside is two and a half stories tall, complete with lofts on either side of the room and the center is open to the roof. Don had a series of pipes put up for hanging lights and had an old storage room converted to a darkroom. The large, open floor gives us plenty of room for sets and backdrops, so we can create fantasy locations away from prying eyes.
There's also a room toward the back with a large hot tub with a deck surrounding it. The walls around the room fold back so we can do photo shoots in there, too.
Don uses the barn for legitimate work like wedding photos, portrait work and commercial assignments, but it's a great place for us to do our photo sets, too. Scooby built several upholstered platforms that are perfect to use as beds for our sexual romps in front of the camera. They also get used a lot in Don's portrait work, too, and it gives me a cheap thrill to know someone is getting their picture taken where Abby and I or Jake and Connie or Scooby and the boys have had a fuck session just hours before. Sometimes you can still see little drops of semen in someone's group photos if you look hard enough.
Opening the farm also gave Don an excuse to put us on his payroll. He decided to keep his downtown storefront open, too, and hired us part time to man the store, where people can bring in film for developing, and his one-hour service is very popular. In fact, Patti and Jake liked to work together, and made it a challenge to have sex in the time it took to develop and print a roll of film in the machine.
Having the downtown studio also gave Tom and me a chance to start experimenting with video. Since we were both in the A/V class at high school, we were able to borrow the school's professional video cameras and we put them to good use, taping each other and occasionally us together. During that year, Don found someone who'd buy the tapes from us at $1,000 bucks a pop. Holding to Don's rule, we never kept copies of the tapes for ourselves, either, and always returned the cameras to school with a new, blank tape fresh from the box. We tried editing a tape once at the school but there were too many close calls with other students and teachers walking around the classroom where the editing equipment was located for us to do much.
That was also the year we found out how dangerous what we were doing could be. We didn't know that one of our customers was a 28-year-old teacher at the high school. Since Don sold the sets to someone else who marketed them, we didn't have much control over who would up with them. We just figured that the chances of someone in our small town getting hold of them were almost non-existent. We found out how wrong that could be when something happened to Jessica.
This teacher confronted Jessica after school one afternoon with a photo set of her and one of the guys he didn't recognize. He blackmailed her into having an affair with him. She was too scared to tell any of us at first, but eventually his demands on her got beyond what she could control. He wanted to meet with some of the other kids he'd seen her having sex with in the photos and threatened to tell her parents if she didn't arrange it. When Jessica finally told us about it, we jumped to her aid. If he wanted to meet some of the rest of us, then he would.
We arranged to have a video camera set up in Jessica's room one weekend when her parents were out of town. We also arranged for Allyson, Connie and Patti to walk in on them just as he got into bed with Jessica. He had the fuck of his life that afternoon, and the scare of his life that night when Jake, Tom and I showed up at his house with the videotape of that afternoon's activities. We told him that if he tried to blow the whistle on us that we'd crush him. A couple of days later, Jessica got a call from him saying that he wouldn't tell, but he wanted to join the group. The girls all thought he was cute and that he might be of some use to us, too, so Don took Jake and me over to talk with him and we told him that if he wanted to join us, he'd have to fuck both Scooby and Mike while Don took pictures. We met at the teacher's house the next afternoon where he fucked the guys, then we all took turns fucking him (a part we added to the deal on the spot). Although he never was in any of the photo sets Don sold, he did occasionally join us for some fun and he turned out to be a wonderful addition to our group. Unfortunately, he died in a car crash about six months later, leaving a wife and two small boys. The girls volunteered to take turns taking care of the boys after school while their mother worked.
As my sophomore year came to an end, Tom and I signed up for the second year of audio/visual classes. Tom had started putting some of his money into video equipment, and he bought some used editing equipment from an on-line auction and had it set up at the Barn. We were taping each other more and more and starting to work some of the rest of the group into our video sessions. Connie and Jake had a chance to go to a group orgy in Cleveland and their experience was very similar to the one Abby and I had gone through in Chicago. We got the tapes back just before school was out and had a long weekend watching them and fucking each other's brains out while Don watched and took photos, and Tom shot some video.
Since Abby was a year older than me, she would be turning 18 in November during her senior year. That summer, Abby spent a couple of weeks with her brother Todd in Las Vegas, and when she got back, Don gathered us together to give us another surprise. Abby was going to move to Las Vegas at the end of the summer and Don was going to be spending a lot of time out there with her and his son Todd. Abby would do her senior year of high school there. It seemed that while she was in Vegas, her brother had arranged for her to have several auditions and she'd had some offers to make films, something she really wanted to do.
Since Tom and I were the youngest in the group, the impact hit us hardest. Everyone else would be graduating at the end of the next school year anyway, so it looked like this was going to be the last year for our group. With Abby gone and Don away most of the time, anything we did together would have to be done on our own. Don told us that we would still be needed to keep the storefront open and that we could use the Barn whenever we wanted to, but he wasn't going to be around to watch over us much. That also meant that it would be harder for us to make any money.
Tom and I put our heads together and hatched a plan. With the approval of the group, we would spend the coming school year making videos with all of the older kids, then we'd sell them, splitting up the profits. Don contacted Todd's boss, who agreed to pay $25,000 for at least 20 hours of raw tape, but he couldn't take them until everyone in the tapes turned 18, which meant we'd have to wait until the end of the school year for the money. Don said he'd do more photo shoots to get us through the year.
That school year we worked. After Abby and Don left for Las Vegas, the seven of us manned Don's store downtown, not only keeping it open but also making it very profitable. We spent almost every weekend at The Barn making videos of every possible variation and kind. Mike and Scooby loved to do the gay videos and especially liked it when Jake could be talked into joining them. By that point Jake had gotten over his dislike of sucking cock and he turned out to be a really great fuck, too. The girls made both straight and lesbian tapes and we used our imagination to create some really interesting scenarios. We even occasionally rented costumes from a theatrical costume shop about an hour's drive from where we were.
Don had the opportunity to go to an orgy in Memphis early that spring and came back with all kinds of ideas for us to tape. There had been a few adults involved in his event and some mild bondage, and we made some videos where the gang got tied to beds, hung in slings and even rented a stockade from the costume shop for one session.
At the end of the school year, the gang was all graduating except Tom and me. Most of the group decided that their careers in the porn business were coming to an end, although Allyson and Connie had offers to join Abby in Las Vegas. As a graduation party, Don arranged for us to have the first orgy at the farm. Through his contacts in Vegas, he brought in a group of high school seniors from all over the Midwest for a two-day gathering that Todd's boss videotaped to sell. There were about twenty in the group, most 17 and 18, plus our gang. Todd and I got to work with the video crew, although we both got a chance to join in the fun, too. The farm proved to be an ideal location, and one we'd use again and again in the future.
At the end of the summer, we officially broke up the group. We'd earlier decided not to try and recruit anyone else and without Don around, we thought it would be a good idea to just let it end. Tom and I were the only ones left in town when school started that fall. Don let Tom and me continue running his storefront, but hours were cut back to afternoons and Saturdays. The business wasn't nearly as profitable, but it kept us busy. We also handled booking The Barn for legitimate photo sessions that Don would come back to do a couple of times a month.
Frankly, the first half of our senior year was a bit of a letdown.
Tom and I both turned 18 that year, and we were able to start doing photo sets together. Don arranged for a photographer to come in and do some work with us at The Farm, bringing with him a couple of older girls to work with us. It wasn't nearly as much fun, but we made good money, and now our photo sets could be sold in the legitimate porn markets. We even got to go to Las Vegas for a weekend and got to be extras in a porn film Abby was in.
We decided that we wanted to stay close to home for college and were thrilled to find out that Don had found a group at the nearby state University that was recruiting college talent for porn work. Tom and I applied to the U of I and were both accepted. We also were offered work doing porn films being shot in various locations around the Midwest on weekends. Tom and I were roommates in the dorm, too.
That first year, we worked mostly in straight porn films, getting paid anywhere from $1,500 to $2,000 for a weekend shoot, but I also was offered the same money to do some gay photo sessions that only took a couple of hours. Even thought I'd done it before with the group, I found that I started enjoying the gay sex more and more.
Over Spring break, Tom went off to Florida with a bunch of our classmates, but I got to do my first adult gay orgy in St. Louis. It was a small gathering of about 20 men, ages ranging from 18 to 60. Being 18, I was finally legal and the orgy was my first taste of real man-to-man sex. I loved it.
I flew into St. Louis where I was picked up in a minivan along with three other college guys; one of them I recognized from the Chicago orgy several years earlier. Like that orgy, we were taken to a large, secluded estate in western St. Louis County, but the crowd attending was much different. The rest of the group was already there and waiting for our arrival, wearing robes and g-strings. We were the youngest four there and were welcomed with handshakes, hugs and fondles. The four of us were taken into the large living room where we were ceremonially stripped and covered with body oil. Then we were lined up and each of the older men got to "sample the goods" by fondling our crotches for a few seconds as they passed us.
As we stood there, all four of us fully and proudly erect, the men drew straws to see who got to be our first sex partners that evening. I noticed that the pace was slower than the orgies I'd attended as a young teen, probably because the older guys weren't able to cum as often as the kids were. I also noticed that there were not cameras around. This was a private session paid for by those who had invited us to join them.
A 50-year-old man drew me and he led me to a sofa in the corner of the room. He told me that he thought my body was really hot and that he wanted to suck and fuck me and he expected nothing in return. He was about 5'10", slightly overweight at about 200 lbs, but still had a somewhat muscular build. I suspected that he might have been an athlete in his youth. As he disrobed, I noticed his chest was covered in hair and saw a small patch of brown and gray fur around his crotch when he pulled off his g-string, but the rest of his body was smooth.
He began to kiss me and fondle my cock, then he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me in. He gave me head for almost twenty minutes, sucking my cock, my balls and licking at my ass crack. He wrapped his tongue around my cockhead, giving me intense sensations that made my cock throb. He took my balls into his mouth and rolled them around with his tongue while he lightly sucked on them, and finally he laid me on my back, spread my legs and pulled them over his shoulders and went to work licking my ass and penetrating my asshole with his tongue.
When I was finally wet enough for him, he got on his knees, keeping my legs on his shoulders, and reached for a condom from a bowl full on a table behind the couch. He pulled it over the head of his cock, which was about five inches long and rock solid, then he rolled it down over the shaft as he penetrated me. Starting slowly, he began to slide in and out of me while he gently jacked me off. His fucking went on and on as he used my body to give himself pleasure. I was the paid talent and I gave him a ride and a show. I moaned as he fucked, tossing my head around and showed him that I was enjoying his penetrations. I felt his pace quicken and from that point it didn't take long for him to reach his climax, which came when he started pounding himself into me roughly for the last few strokes.
After his climax, he let my legs slide off of his shoulders and he smiled down at me. Up to this point, he hadn't said a word since we started. As he pulled out of me, he thanked me for the great fuck and hoped I'd choose to spend the night with him that night. Then he stood and walked away, the partially filled condom dangling between his legs.
A couple of much younger men approached me as I laid on the couch, my legs still slightly spread, my cock still standing straight up. They both appeared to be in their late 20's, one blond, the other dark brown haired, both about 5"9" and muscular builds like they worked out in a gym, both tanned and both with 7-inch cocks standing out from neatly trimmed patches of pubic hair. The blond guy commented that he noticed I was still hard and wondered if he and his partner could help me take care of it. I told them it would be my pleasure, and the blond dropped to his knees and sucked me in, rather matter-of-factly. The other guy laid down on the floor between the blond guy's legs and started sucking on his cock. After a few minutes, I rolled off of the couch and crawled over to the dark haired guy's crotch and took his cock into my mouth, making a daisy chain on the floor. I felt my asshole being probed, and I slipped my fingertip onto the asshole in front of my face.
I felt other hands on my body, running over my chest and my buttocks. There were several other men now on the floor with us, rubbing their bodies against ours. I felt the cock in my mouth begin to throb and knew its owner was close to a climax. I actually felt him start to cum before I could taste it on the tip of his cock, so I pulled off and let him cover my face with his cream. I felt something else wet on my cheek and realized it was someone's tongue, lapping the cum from me as quickly as it fell on my face.
While I was beginning to feel that tingle in my crotch, I was nowhere near ready to explode. The lips around my cock pulled off and another pair replaced them. A new cock appeared before my open lips and I took it in. I couldn't see who was sucking on me, but I could see the cock in my mouth belonged to man, probably in his late 40's, with light brown hair and just a bit of gray in his temples.
The man below me was sucking hard, with his hand around the base of my cock, pulling at me. He sucked my shaft into his throat; his nose was buried in my pubes. He wanted my cream and he wanted it now. I obliged, letting lose with several jets of hot jism that he swallowed.
He pulled his mouth off of my cock and I felt myself being pushed away. I let loose of the cock in my mouth and saw a body move over me, taking the shaft I had just released. I found myself lying on the floor and pulled away to watch the action I had just been a part of. The threesome now consisted of the guy I had been sucking, gray-haired man who might have been in his 60's and the guy I recognized earlier from the Chicago orgy. They were all sucking so loudly you could hear the noise as they practically inhaled each other's cocks.
I sat up on the floor, with my legs crossed Indian-style and I felt a pair of legs slide along side of mine and a body press up against my back. I felt a pair of lips begin kissing the back of my neck and two palms pressing on my nipples. I couldn't see who it was, but I sure liked what I felt. My cock was limp from having just cum, but I could feel it starting to stir again.
One of the hands trailed down from my chest across my stomach and onto my crotch, the fingers wrapping around my hardening shaft. I raised my hands over my shoulders and tried to wrap them around the head behind me, but I couldn't quite reach. With skill that only comes from practice, the hand on my cock was bringing me back to life. I could feel my cock swelling as the expert fingers on it kneaded it to a full erection.
My eyes were closed and I didn't see the person who took me into his mouth until I opened my eyes. I looked down to see a teenaged boy looking up at me, his mouth surrounding me. Behind him, a furry bear of a guy, well built, middle-aged, with his cock deep in the kid's ass. I have no idea where they came from. I also heard a voice in my ear as the man behind me whispered for me to enjoy myself and cut loose any time I was ready. I felt myself being lifted slightly, then when I came down, I felt what could only have been a cock sitting between my ass cheeks. The man behind me was making no effort to get into me; he just wanted me to sit on his cock.
I felt like the mouth on my cock was trying to coax my cum from my balls. I could feel the sensation building again, a tingling in my belly that was getting stronger by the second, yet I couldn't quite get myself over the hump to cum. I began to thrust forward into the mouth in hopes I could add some additional stimulation to what I was already feeling. The boy in my lap reached a hand between my legs and started probing me with his finger, pressing against my asshole. I also felt the tip of the cock I was sitting on begin to throb. As the boy's fingertip slid into my asshole, I felt something wet, too, and realized the man behind me had just cum.
I felt one knuckle enter me, then the second and I felt pressure on my prostate as the finger began to massage me. It only took a few seconds for me to cum into the boy's waiting mouth. I watched as the older man in his ass also lunged forward, dumping a load of cum into the boy.
It was only then that I was able to turn and look at the face of the person behind me. It belonged to a handsome blond-haired man who looked to be in his middle 20's. I could tell from the feel of his body on my back that he had well developed pecs and six pack abs. He kissed my lips, then helped me turn around, pulling me on top of him as we stretched out on the floor. Our lips never parted as we maneuvered around to get more comfortable. I felt his hands pulling on my buttocks, pushing my crotch into his. His tongue was exploring my mouth and I was trying to do the same to his. I couldn't resist the urge to hump my crotch into his, pressing our two dicks together.
This was the most sensual experience I'd ever had. I'd already cum twice that evening, and I wasn't sure I could do it again any time soon, but the guy I was with was more interested in getting pleasure from my body than a load of cum. I stayed with him for more than an hour. The whole time he played with my body, feeling me all over, kissing me, nibbling at my nipples, my balls, my toes, my cock. It was getting late in the evening, and he asked me to join him in bed for the night. I willingly accepted his offer, and we went to a room with a king-size bed and stretched out on the satin sheet that covered it.
After what seemed like forever of more attention to my body, he finally penetrated me, taking me first from above, then in several other positions over the course of the night. Each time he fucked me, it was long, slow and deliberate, ending in massive climaxes for him. I could tell from looking at the condoms he removed after each intercourse that he was shooting large loads of cum into me.
I got to fuck him several times, too. The first time he had me fuck him doggy style and we slowly sank down until he was flat on his stomach and I was laying on his back just before I came. I also fucked him from behind and we finally finished the night with me on top, the two of us passionately kissing again as I reached my final climax. We drifted to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, my head on his shoulder.
When I woke up the next morning, my partner was nowhere to be found. There was a bathroom adjoining the bedroom, so I took a shower and wrapped a large bath towel around my waist and left the room, headed downstairs.
There were several men seated in the living room, all were dressed in casual clothing. A couple of them looked up from newspapers they were reading and smiled at me. I heard a noise behind me, and the guy I knew from the Chicago orgy was coming down the stairs, naked.
One of the men told us that our clothes for the day were in a small room off the kitchen, and he pointed the way for us. We went back and found a small servant's bedroom where there were stacks of khaki pants and polo shirts and sandals. I pulled on some clothes and so did the other guy. During the course of a conversation while we dressed, I learned my Chicago orgy friend's name is Duke.
NEXT: MAKING FRIENDS AND VIVA LAS VEGAS!
You can reach the author and/or relay messages to Kent at chipster071053@yahoo.com