As a disclaimer I know nothing properly about the workings of the porn industry. This is just a fantasy so please just grab some tissues and enjoy.
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It had been twenty years since I last stood in a spot like this one. In front of a mirror, dressed in clothes given to me by someone else, hair and make up done by a femme gay guy, dick semi hard already in my pants. This was my first day back on a porn set, back to star again decades after I quit.
In the 90s I'd been one of the "biggest" stars in the gay porn scene, Rusty Piper. Terrible name I know, but I was tall, chiselled and had a massive cock, so naturally was hired by all the major studios. Even then, I had salt and pepper hair, with an angular, manly face - I made a great dom in a scene, with muscle sluts and twinks as my bottoms. For five years I dominated the industry, and boys in it, before choosing to quit and get married.
Now here I was again, having spent two decades in a loving marriage that had recently broken down, about to step back in to a porn set. I pulled a little bottle of whisky out of my bag, took a large swig and stashed it away again, before turning away from the mirror to head on to the set.
I'd been called back up to perform by an old friend, Jack Long. He'd been a big performer himself, before becoming a successful director in the scene. Although the big studios had stopped hiring him some time back, he lived and breathed the porn industry. He couldn't leave or restart elsewhere and had instead began setting up his own smaller operations. He got to make the porn that really turned him on, even if it wasn't with the biggest stars or best viewership.
We'd reconnected after my divorce, with me going through a hard time. Catching up about what our lives had been, it was incredible to see the difference. While I'd been playing house with my now ex, Jack had been setting up studios to cater to all kinds of niche fetishes. His favourite and most profitable series were twink domination themed, but he had all kinds of kinks covered. I couldn't deny a pang of jealousy and arousal. Jack knew it and immediately began asking me to make my return.
Walking out on to the set Jack pulled me aside.
"How you feeling Rusty?" He asked.
"Yeah fine. Bit nervous but I reckon it's like riding a bike".
"Of course man! You'll pick it up in no time. Now, the series we're shooting is called `Dads on Boys'. Concept is pretty simple, we pair a younger and older guy for some rough but pretty standard fucking. Okay with you?"
"Sounds great".
"Awesome, awesome. Now, normally we use a fresh face for the twink, but as we're reintroducing you, we've paired you with someone more experienced. Real name is Andy but he goes by Tristan Littles. He's 24 but his stage age is 20. All clear?"
"Yep".
"Great, so you take a seat on that couch and we'll bring him out. Idea is we ask you both a few questions, get a couple of dirty replies, especially from you. Then you fuck".
As he said those last words, Jack smiled broadly at me and clapped a hand on my back.
Taking my seat I saw "Tristan" emerge from the back. It was clear they'd paired and dressed us to accentuate the age gap. I was in boot cut jeans and a dark polo, while Tristan was in blue denim short shorts and a tight yellow tee. He was also much shorter and smaller than me, with brown hair and big brown eyes. The boy looked cute, I couldn't deny.
We sat close together on the couch and Jack began firing questions at us. He started with basics like name and age. Tristan pretended to look shocked and turned on by finding out I was 54.
"You're older than my dad" he said, grinding gently against my leg.
Then Jack asked us about what we liked in bed.
"Now Rusty, you were famous back in the day for loving to rough a twink up - that still your thing?"
I ruined that take by letting out a laugh but on the next I gave them exactly what they wanted.
"Fuck yeah. I've missed having cute boys like this one" I growled, grabbing at Tristan and groping his ass, making sure the camera could see the action clearly.
After that we moved to talking about our size.
"How tall are you Rusty? You make Tristan look tiny".
"About 6'4" I reckon, but I love a shorter boy" I said, groping at him again.
Tristan giggled, nuzzling further in to me and replied that he loved taller men, especially a silver fox.
"Why don't you both stand up so we can see the difference".
I really did tower over him, with the top of his head just about reaching my nipples.
"That's a hot fucking pairing of ever I saw one" Jack whooped from behind the camera. "Have you heard how big Rusty's cock is Tristan?"
Tristan shook his head.
"Rusty, why don't you show him".
Go time. Tristan turned round as I slowly unzipped my jeans. My cock was already hard, the questions having turned me on. Pulling my jeans down to my knees I let my cock tent my pants out for the viewers and Tristan.
"Touch it" I said.
With false coyness, Tristan gingerly palmed my big dick through my pants.
"It's so big daddy" he said, making my cock jolt.
"Take it out" I ordered, doing my best to be commanding.
He did and gasped as the thick nine inch cock sprang out of my underwear.
"You ever had one that big boy?" Jack shouted over.
Tristan started to shake his head; as he did I put my hand on to his hair and pushed him down to his knees.
"You're going to suck it now, aren't you boy?"
He looked up at me with big brown eyes, a small smile curling the corners of his thin lips and slowly opened his mouth. I rested the tip of my cock at the entrance and waited for him to begin sucking. He started to slowly lick the tip, tasting the precum that dribbled. Using my hand I guided him slowly to take the shaft in his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Let's pick it up guys, punters want to see some domination!" Jack yelled. Getting pulled out of the fantasy for a second I glanced over and could see him looking bored. Tristan didn't stop sucking me though, or looking up. I could see a twinkle in his eyes that told me he knew what he'd signed up for with Jack. I needed to be rough.
As we picked the action back up I took a much harsher control of Tristan. Twisting my fingers in his shaggy brown hair to yank his mouth onto my dick. My cock was big and I could see the tip pushing at the sides of his mouth, bulging the right cheek.
Repositioning myself i aimed for his throat, sliding deeper in. His jaw was being visibly stretched by the girth of my big cock. It must have hurt, but I carried on with the job at hand.
As I got further in, Tristan began to gag. I was barely half way in, but as I started to ease back I head Jack shout "keep going buddy, show us how you used to do it in the 90s", followed by a laugh from the crew.
Getting into the zone I started to push my hips forward, hearing the boy gag as my cock bashed against the entrance to Tristan's throat.
"You like that cock?" I growled.
I could see Tristan'a eyes start to water as he gagged on my dick. Before I knew it two of the crew were right next to use, getting close ups of the tears on his face and arousal on mine.
Unable to speak because of the assault on his mouth, I got a gurgling response that sent sparks through my cock. "You have a horny fucking mouth," I growled, fucking faster and thrusting against his throat again and again.
We carried on for some time and I came pretty close to cumming, but luckily Jack called cut.
"Great job boys! Time for the anal" he announced, rubbing his hands together over-dramatically. "Tristan let's get you warmed up".
Jack had a bit of a reputation even back in my day, so I had no doubt what that warm up would consist of, as he led Tristan into a dressing room.
Awkwardly I went and sat back on the sofa to wait, covering my lap with a cushion. When I'd been in porn before I'd been so relaxed being naked all the time, but it felt odd being the only one, surrounded by the fully-dressed cameramen.
When they'd finished moving the cameras, a member of the crew came over. He'd been one of those getting the close ups and looked to be in his mid-thirties.
"Man I loved your vids growing up!" He said smiling, "it's great to see you back in the game. No one fucks a twink like you. I'm Callum".
"Ah cheers pal" I replied, "it's been a while since I've done it... you work full time in this?"
"Ah well you certainly seem to have picked it back up well. You throated that boy good. Yeah, I wanna be a director myself, Jack's sort of mentoring me. You know some of us crew are heading over to his tonight for a get together - wanna join?"
"Oh what kinda thing is it?" I asked, wondering why it wasn't Jack inviting me.
"Some drinks, maybe some other party favours too. It's just a bit of gathering to welcome some newcomers... Jack would have mentioned but didn't want Tristan getting jealous" he said, giving a wink and low chuckle.
"He not invited?" I asked, laughing along.
"Well, he won't really be needed with the new boys there if you get me?"
As he said that, Jack and Tristan came back in, so I just smirked and nodded to confirm I'd go.
As the crew had already shifted the cameras, we got straight into the fucking. Jack wanted us to start with Tristan on his back, me pinning his legs over his head and staring into his eyes.
Tristan got on the sofa and, before I walked over, Jack came behind me, putting a hand on my back. "Tristan's pretty experienced so we reckon we can go for a fast entry, you know just shove it in and get some really hot reactions from him".
"I'm pretty big Jack, are you sure?"
"Yeah just go wild man, let it out, trust me he can take it".
They began filming as soon as I started to approach Tristan, grabbing his legs and moulding him into position.
His ass was already lubed and so was my cock. I looked him right in the eye, saw his cute little smirk and shoved half my length right in.
I saw the twinkle in his eyes disappear as he let out a yelp. "Jesus, fuck, you're massive!"
The reaction was sort of what I expected but still made me hesitate. I looked over at Jack unsure what to do, Tristan still panting and groaning with my cock resting half way in.
"Keep going Rusty!" Jack yelled.
While I stood there, unmoving, and Tristan carried on panting, I saw the look in Jack's face change. He glazed over and became cold.
"Keep fucking going" he said sternly and, after a slight pause, "I'll give you both an extra 500 quid if we see some more tears".
I was conflicted. My husband had been the earner, so I could use the money, and I was really turned on by the idea of pounding the hell out of this twink. But as much as I liked fucking rough, I was a bit concerned for the boy under me.
I looked down again at Tristan. His face was contorted and I could see it was hurting him. But he gritted his teeth and said quietly, "keep going".
"You heard the boy!" Callum the cameraman yelled, laughing.
This wasn't like the porn sets I used to be on. It was less professional, you could sense the arousal of the crew in the air. I liked it.
Grinning I pushed full hilt into Tristan and made him wail. His hole felt so tight compared to my ex-husbands, squeezing my dick, milking it and begging for my load.
Pounding into him I gave long, hard pumps. His whole body moved as my hips collided with his bottom, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
Staring into his eyes as he whined beneath me I saw them start to fill up. As his mouth curled down into a frown, Tristan let out yet another long groan and the tears began to fall. The cameramen were immediately around us again for close ups, one right in his face to catch the tears falling and one behind me to see my hips pistoning in and out.
"Can we get a shot of you licking his tears bro?" Callum whispered in my ear and I was only too happy to comply. I bent forward and drew my tongue across his face, adoring the wet, saltiness. Then I moved over and placed a snarling kiss on his lips.
Soon after we switched positions, so that he was on top, me yanking down on his hips to slam him all the way on my giant cock. It had never been my favourite position though and, after we'd had long enough to get the shot, I took matters into my own hands, dragging Tristan into a doggy position.
"Yes Rusty!" Jack yelled, clapping his hands.
I'm a typical top so doggy is my favourite position. It got me crazy horny and I went to town on the poor twink's ass. I loved seeing my thick dick stretch his hole open, prying apart the tight rosebud between his cheeks. His ass was less meaty than i normally liked, although I couldn't deny my cock looked hot in such a cute, dainty bum.
Remembering a move I used to love pulling for the camera, I flexed both of my biceps by my head as I railed the howling boy. My arms were still big even in my 50s because of a dedication to the gym. I felt hot.
It was in this position that Tristan seemed to actually start enjoying himself, eventually moving his hips back to meet mine. He started to mewl rather than whine, groaning "fuck daddy, you feel so good inside me - I can feel you so deep - use my boy hole daddy".
Being called daddy was one of my biggest turn ons and, after years of my mid-forties husband saying it, hearing the word drop from the mouth of a cute, young twink drove me wild.
"Jack I think I'm close" I yelled out "have we got the shot?"
"Reckon so" he said chuckling "let's see you spunk on his face".
Pulling out of Tristan's hole I left it gaping. He immediately whirled round, on to his knees to take my load and I fired like a canon. It was the biggest load I'd shot in years, with my cum splattering into his hair, across his eyes and into his waiting mouth.
Panting, I fell back on to the sofa, feeling total bliss. As I did so, Callum leaned even further into his close up of Tristan, capturing the moment he swirled my cum around his mouth and let it dribble on to his chin. The sleazy cameraman scooped it with his finger, feeding it to the dirty boy, who of course swallowed.
"And that's a wrap!" Jack announced "let's have a round of applause for the return of Rusty Piper!"
The crew cheered and clapped, Tristan joining in with my cum still on his face. Letting my head lean back, I smiled.
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Hope you enjoyed chapter one. The plan is to get a bit dirtier each time. Come back again to hear about the newcomers party ;)