Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 10:31:58 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Porn Boy's Life - 02

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 2 - MY DEBUT AS A NUDE MODEL

My head was still reeling from the experience I had just gone through. I'd
just chugged my first beer and was woozy from the effects to the alcohol. I
was still naked, sitting in the living room of somebody else's house, with
two other naked people beside me and their father sitting beside us as we
watched a video tape of the three of us fucking our brains out just minutes
earlier.

Abby and Todd's dad put the deal on the table. Don said that if I'd let him
take pictures of me naked, he'd give me $50 for every set we did. For the
videos of me fucking his daughter, he'd give $100. I couldn't believe
somebody was willing to pay me for doing this! I eagerly agreed.

As we sat there, I began learning more about this unusual family I had
become involved with. Todd, as I mentioned, was a student at UNLV, but also
had a part-time job working for a porn producer in Las Vegas. His dad had
sent tapes of Todd and Abby to the producer when Todd was a senior in high
school. Because of their ages, he couldn't distribute the tapes, but
offered Todd a job working for him when he started college. Sometimes Todd
was in front of the camera, sometimes part of the crew and sometimes he was
the shipping clerk. Todd said he'd been in about 15 movies since he started
school, mostly as an extra or as part of orgies, but he'd had two scenes
with girls, a couple of jack-off videos and one scene with another guy.

Don had started taking nude pictures of Todd when he was 14 and was selling
them on the internet. When he found out that Todd and Abby were having sex
together, he hid a video camera in Todd's room and taped them going at
it. He sold copies of that, too. By the time Todd left for college, Don was
making more money with his porn business than he was with his regular
photography business. By then, the kids were also sharing in the profits,
too.

Don told Abby that she needed to recruit someone to take Todd's place. She
said she'd had sex with several boys and mentioned a few that I knew, but
she hadn't enjoyed being with any of them. She said that one of the girls
in her gym class mentioned that I was pretty good in bed (I'd been seeing a
couple of girls over the previous summer, but Abby wouldn't say who told
her) so she decided to come on to me and see if I was as good as my
reputation. She said she hadn't been disappointed the first time we fucked,
which was in a janitor's closet at school during a lunch hour a few weeks
after school started.

I'd been going to her house after school at least twice a week since then,
and each time we'd had sex. I didn't know that her dad had put a two-way
mirror on the dresser in Abby's bedroom and had watched us occasionally. He
even had photos of some of the times we'd made love together. They decided
I was the one they wanted, and Abby set up the three-way to see how willing
I was. I took the bait hook, line and sinker.

After we'd been sitting and talking (still naked) for almost two hours, Don
asked Todd to help me back to the shower. I was still a little unsteady on
my feet (I'm still amazed at how drunk I got on one beer), but a few
minutes under the water got my head cleared out. Todd had joined me in the
shower stall and had started to fondle me. I noticed Don standing outside
the shower with his camera pointed at us. I also saw Abby standing behind
her father, running her hands across her breasts and down into her
crotch. It didn't take long for her to join us in the shower. Don kept
shooting pictures, stopping occasionally to change film. Later I saw five
film canisters on the bathroom floor.

The rest of that evening was such a blur in my memory that I don't remember
how many more times we fucked each other. I do remember that Todd wanted to
fuck my ass but I didn't want him to. I finally got home almost two hours
past my curfew. Not surprisingly, my folks had already gone to bed. I knew
I'd catch hell the next morning, but it was worth it. I had a new, exciting
and secret life.

I was pleasantly surprised that I only got grounded for a week. Don called
me and asked me to come by his store, where he paid me $100 for that
night. I found out later that he made over $3,000 from selling the pictures
and videotape.

The day after I got free of my punishment for being late that night, I went
to Don's store and began the first of many visits there. I usually came by
once or twice a week and spent a couple of hours there doing photo sets for
him. He usually took a hundred to a hundred and fifty pictures each session
and I got the cash after I got dressed to leave.

Most of the sessions were jack off pictures. I'd walk onto some sort of set
Don had designed, usually with a chair, a sofa or a cot, and he'd start
shooting pictures as I stripped down, played with myself, got into some
intense jacking off, then came all over myself. Sometimes he took pictures
while I cleaned myself up and dressed, too. Occasionally he'd have me do a
set of what he called specialty pictures, which I later learned were
pictures made especially for someone who made special requests for
particular poses or sexual acts. For these pictures, I got a $25
bonus. Sometimes they involved using sex toys, sometimes wearing particular
clothes or costumes, and once it even involved whipped cream and chocolate
syrup (that was a mess to clean up after).

I still got together with Abby, too. We usually made love at her house, but
occasionally we met at her dad's studio downtown. Sometimes he shot
pictures, but most of the time he left us alone to explore each other's
bodies. It was always wild to be fucking in the back when a customer came
into the front of the store. Abby and I sometimes had to give each other
deep kisses to keep from laughing when that happened. Once, Don brought a
customer back into the studio when we were back there, and Abby and I wound
up hiding naked behind a large curtain for about ten minutes while Don
retook pictures for someone.

Abby had a rather strange business sense, too. She'd always helped her dad
with the bookkeeping for the store, and she applied it to our little side
business, too. She talked her dad into letting her recruit another person,
this time a girl. Abby thought there might be a market for teen lesbian
pictures, so she talked Connie, one of the girls I'd dated the previous
summer (and the one I suspect told Abby about me), into joining us for a
three way, my first with two girls. We met at Abby's house on a Saturday
afternoon, with Don hidden again in the closet. Our little get-together
started out with the usual sex play; the two girls sucked on my cock and
took turns riding it while I lay on the bed.

Then Abby had Connie stand in front of her while she fucked me and started
licking out Connie's pussy. Connie seemed shocked at first, then really got
into it. A couple of minutes later, they switched places, with Connie
sitting on me. A few minutes more and I realized I was extra baggage and
slipped off of the bed so Connie and Abby could go at each other. I
watched, slowly jacking myself, as the two girls ate each other out. It got
wild as Connie approached her climax, letting out loud moans, squeals and
finally a really loud scream that someone outside probably should have
heard. Abby started begging for my cock and I obliged, fucking her from
behind while she kept licking at Connie's clit, bringing her to another
climax. Mindful that Don was probably shooting video, I pulled out of Abby
just before I came and let fly with a load that landed all over Abby's back
and one shot that landed on Connie's forehead.

As we laid there on the bed, catching our breath, Connie said she wished we
could do that more often, and Abby, always thinking, said something about
wouldn't it be neat if we could make money doing it, too. Connie
agreed. After she left, Don, Abby and I put our heads together and decided
that if Connie was serious, we'd bring her into the 'business'. Abby
sounded her out after school the next day and Connie was more than
agreeable. The two girls did several sets of photo shoots together and
their picture sets sold like hotcakes.

I, too, got involved in the recruiting after Abby suggested that maybe
another boy would make for some interesting sets. I suggested a few boys
that I'd seen in gym class who looked good and were fairly well hung. Abby
and Connie organized a small party, about 15 kids in all, and we met at
Abby's house that Saturday night. Five boys and seven girls showed up and
we danced and played party games. Finally Connie suggested we play 'Truth
Or Dare' and added that it was a no-holds bar game that anyone who wasn't
comfortable with that should leave. No one left.

We began with the simple stuff. Questions like 'have you ever had sex' or
'did you ever make it with someone of your own sex' were common, and the
dares were stuff like taking off pieces of your clothes or kissing someone
of your own sex. We were really getting into the game, and everyone had at
least one article of clothing off, mostly boy's pants and girl's shirts and
bras, when it became Connie's turn. She asked a guy next to me named Tom,
who lived out on a farm, if he'd ever fucked a calf. He took the dare and
she told him to suck me off. I was already naked except for my white
briefs, so he reached over and pulled them down, dropped to his knees and
sucked me in like an expert. He'd obviously done this before. A couple of
the other guys there were hooting and yelling 'gross' and stuff like that,
but Tom stayed on me until I came in his mouth. He pulled away, letting
some of my cum dribble over his lower lip to prove to the rest of the crowd
that I had indeed cum. Abby leaned over me and kissed Tom, sticking her
tongue into his mouth to taste my cum. Tom's turn came next, and he simply
pulled his cock out of his pants and told Connie to fuck him. In front of
everyone there, she pulled down her bikini briefs, bent over and Tom rammed
his 7" cock into her and started fucking like a wild man. As he came, he
groaned loudly, pushing into her hard. After a few seconds, the rest of the
group started hooting and clapping as Tom pulled out of Connie, some of his
cum dribbling out of her pussy and down onto the floor. Tom made some kind
of comment about it being better than with a calf and everyone laughed.

The rest of the game involved a lot of fondling and fingering, but no more
out and out sex. A couple of the guys wound up jacking each other off and
one of the girls had to masturbate herself to a climax in front of
everyone, but no more fucking or sucking. As the party broke up, Connie and
Abby pulled Tom off to the side and asked him to stay. Abby explained
things to him and he was very interested in joining us.

The next afternoon, I took Tom down to Don's studio and let him watch as I
did a short session in front of Don's camera, then we asked Tom if he
wanted to do it. Tom started pulling his clothes off before Don could even
get his camera loaded. Don told me later he took almost 200 pictures of Don
that afternoon, including about 30 of me sucking him to a climax, which Tom
said was the first time a guy ever gave him a blowjob. Don gave us both
$100 for that afternoon.

With a core group of four, our little business was starting to really pick
up. I was averaging about $600 a month, and the others about the same. Don
was clearing about $6,000 a month from the profits. One of his business
'friends' told Don that if Junior Achievement allowed kids to set up groups
like ours, we'd be writing the business model for them.

I went into my freshman year in high school with a fat wallet and a bulge
in my pants. Don told me that a friend in Chicago wanted Abby and me to
come up there and participate in a teen orgy he was throwing. He'd pay our
expenses for the trip if we would let him tape the orgy so he could sell
the tapes to cover his costs. Don thought it was a great idea, and so did
we, so he agreed to let us go. We told my parents that we were going on a
field trip and they agreed to let us go.

The orgy was being held at a secluded mansion near the Great America
amusement park north of Chicago. A limo met us at O'Hare and drove us there
along with three other young boys who were traveling with an adult we later
learned was their father, who was staying with other parents at a luxury
hotel about five miles away from the mansion.

When we arrived, we were met at the door by a very distinguished looking
older gentlemen who welcomed us and showed us where we would be staying
that night, adding that our choice of rooms was optional and that we could
sleep almost anywhere we wanted. Around the house, we found teenaged boys
and girls in various states of undress, a few already enjoying themselves
but most still looking. It was a pedophile's dream. I found out that there
were over 30 young people in the house, a few more girls than boys, and
that there were also a few grown ups who had paid to attend, but would not
be allowed to participate in the orgy. Three guys with professional video
recording cameras wandered around taping everything. Drugs were available,
but Connie and I choose to stick to a little alcohol, mostly beer, although
that weekend I acquired a taste for good Kentucky bourbon.

The gentleman who organized the weekend called us all into the large dining
room and explained the rules to us. We could do anything with anyone as
long as both (or all) parties consented. The kids were required to remain
naked the entire weekend, the adults had to remain clothed. The cameramen
could tape anything and the kids could not get in their way. We could not
go outside or up to the third floor unless we were invited. He also told us
that occasionally, a few of us might be asked to participate in some
private sessions in the upstairs bedrooms that might involve an adult. We
were allowed to refuse if we wanted to. The boys all had to wear a little
armbands with a pouch that held several condoms and we were told to use
them and that anyone caught having unprotected sex would be sent away. He
also told us that we were all to be in bed no later than 2am both Friday
and Saturday nights. Other than that, we could do whatever felt good to us.

And that's exactly what happened. The entire house was filled with writhing
teenaged bodies performing all kinds of sex acts with and on each
other. The cameramen strolled throughout the house, pointing their cameras
at couples and small groups doing everything you can imagine. They were
fucking on the floors, the sofas, the table tops, in chairs, on counters,
any free and open surface available. By late evening, the many trashcans
around the house were filled with semen-filled condoms.

I saw kids of all ages. Someone said the youngest ones there was a
12-year-old girl and a 13-year-old boy, but they were mostly involved with
private groups. The oldest was a 22-year-old grad student who had a 12-inch
cock. The girls all wanted to try it out, so he found himself very busy for
the weekend, and the center of attention on more than one occasion when the
cameras would gather around him while he fucked or got blown.

I saw Abby escorted upstairs once, and she later told me that she had been
invited to participate in a lesbian 3-way in a private room in front of two
older men. While I was never invited upstairs like she had been, I did get
involved in some daisy chain action with several other boys and girls while
a few adults sat in wing chairs and watched us perform for them.

There was a small buffet area to one corner of the dining room where we
could grab something to eat, but no organized meals were served on either
Friday night or all day Saturday. I actually saw one kid who looked to be
about 16, fucking a girl while eating a ham and cheese sandwich.

The evening of wild sex was winding down in the wee hours of the morning,
and I finally dragged myself to the second floor bedroom where our baggage
had been taken. I found Abby laying in one bed, a blanket half-covering
her, and in the other bed was a couple about our age, spooned together with
the boy behind the girl. The two kids were involved in a conversation with
Abby. As I listened, I learned that they were both from Indianapolis, and
were professional children for hire, brought to the orgy because being in a
video enhanced their value on the street. They'd both run away from home
and had found themselves taken under wing by a man who provided them with
food and shelter in exchange for renting their bodies. They added that many
of the others were there for the same reason, but that some of them, mostly
17 and older, were there hoping that the tapes would get them an "in" to
adult porno films. A few of the adults there were, they said, talent scouts
from New York, Los Angeles and Las Vegas looking for the next big stars.

I crawled into bed with Abby and she curled up on my arm. This was the
first time we'd ever slept together and both of us were too worn out to do
anything about it. She fell asleep quickly and I could hear the other
couple lightly snoring as I drifted off.

The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of the young couple in the
next bed going at it hot and heavy, the feel of Abby's hand wrapped around
my morning woody, and the sight of a camera crew taping the action in the
next bed. Their pimp had paid an additional $2,000 to have them fucking
each other on the tape to be sold at the end of the weekend.

Abby and I crawled out of bed and went our separate ways. She said she
wanted to get something to eat and was going to sit in the hot tub and see
what happened. I told her I needed to get a shower. I went to the master
suite where there was a large open shower. Up to that point, I'd not seen
much gay sex, but I found five or six boys in the shower who were sexing
each other up, with the eye of a camera pointed at them, the cameraman
occasionally wiping the lens off to keep it from fogging up from the steam
in the room. I wasn't really sure I wanted to get involved, but I needed a
shower, so I stepped in and was immediately grabbed by my cock. A young
black boy, probably about 15, was on his knees in front of me, licking on
my rock hard pecker. He gave me attention that I'd never experienced before
and the best blowjob I'd had up to that point in my life. The camera was
close up to his mouth and my crotch when I came, covering his face with my
jism. The contrast of my white semen against his black cheeks was erotic. I
heard the cameraman groan and then saw a large wet spot begin to spread on
his pants. He backed away, then left the room, returning a few minutes
later in a new pair of jeans.

The orgy continued all that morning. I got involved with several other
people, mostly girls and a few three ways with another guy involved, but
tried to pace myself. After lunch, they opened up the doors to the outdoor
pool and we were allowed to go outside and swim and sun ourselves on the
large patio. There was some action out there, too, as couples added some
water to their play. I found Abby at the outdoor hot tub, sitting on the
edge with her legs spread wide, an older guy's head bobbing around between
them. She waved to me as I walked by. I also saw the two boys I'd ridden
from the airport with, giving each other head on the diving board.

I actually spent more time tanning that afternoon than I did doing anything
else, and I noticed most of the others did, too. It was a down time as we
all recharged our sexual batteries for the evening ahead.

Late that afternoon, we were all summoned back into the dining room where
we were informed that in the morning, we had to be up, clean, dressed and
ready to depart by noon. They would be serving breakfast for us at 9am and
we were all requested to sit at the banquet tables that would be set up
overnight in the dining room. They would also let us know what the
departure arrangements would be at breakfast. Then we were sent on our way
again, to prepare for the evening.

I went to sit in the indoor hot tub and was joined there by a couple of
well built older teens who decided I would be their first conquest of the
evening. The both felt me up, fondled me and eventually I wound up fucking
both of them. A couple of adults came by and watched us, but no cameraman
caught the action on tape. Later that evening, I found myself involved in a
gay daisy chain and found myself on top of a 17 year old girl who was
getting screwed up the ass by the 22 year old guy with the 12-inch cock. I
could feel his shaft rubbing against mine through the thin wall of tissue
inside the girl and found the sensation almost too much. I made a note to
try it with Tom and Abby or Connie.

Late that night, some of the girls organized a little game. Ten of the
girls laid down on the banquet table side by side with their legs opened
wide. Abby was one of them. Then every guy who wanted to could slide his
dick into an available cunt and fuck for 60-seconds. When time ran out, we
had to move to the girl to the right and go at it again. When a guy came in
a girl, both were eliminated. The object was to be the last boy to cum and
the last girl left. The last two left would spend the night together. I
lasted for six girls before I came inside the girl we'd shared the room
with the previous night. Abby was second to last left and she wound up with
one of the two brothers we'd come from the airport with. We decided to
share our room with them. The couple left at the end became the star
attraction and wound up retiring to a private room with one of the
cameramen.

The girl I was with was happy to just fondle and cuddle. We wound up
drifting off to sleep in a slow fuck from the rear. Abby told me her little
friend kept poking her all night and probably came three times before
they'd gone to sleep. The next morning, I thanked the girl for the evening
and crawled into Abby's bed. The young boy was finishing his last fuck with
Abby and I started kissing Abby and playing with her tits while the kid let
loose one final load, then he got out of the bed and left the room. The
other girl's partner came back in a few minutes later and climbed in with
her and they cuddled for a while.

We were summoned to the dining room at exactly 9-o'clock for
breakfast. They had a very nice breakfast buffet laid out and all of us,
still naked, went through the line and filled our plates. The organizer
appeared as we all settled into seats and reminded us that we had to be out
of the mansion by noon. He told us that those of us flying would all be
booked on different airlines or flights so that unless we arrived together,
we wouldn't be traveling with anyone else from the orgy. We were also
warned not to exchange names and addresses for our own safety. At that
moment, it dawned on me that I didn't know the name of a single person in
the room except Abby. No one had offered a name, which I later found out is
fairly common practice at these get-togethers. First name only, if any name
is used at all.

As I finished my meal, I felt something wet and warm surround my cock. I
leaned back and looked under the table to find a very young boy giving me
head. A cameraman was on the floor next to him taping the whole thing. As
the boy pulled away to suck on the next one in line, I felt the hand of the
girl next to me surround my cock and start to jack me off. Looking at her
crotch, I saw the boy next to her had his finger deep inside of her and was
working on getting her to climax. I realized we were starting a large
circle jerk and grabbed the cock of the boy to my left. I came just as the
guy in my hand also came. The girl wiped her hand on my chest and stood up,
leaving the table. The guy to her right was sucking on the finger that had
been in her cunt. I took my hand away from the boy on my left and he
grabbed it, sucking his cum from my fingers.

The showers were crowded after breakfast. It was all business, too. No
horseplay or fooling around. Everyone was getting ready to leave. When I
got back to my room, Abby had finished getting dressed and had my clothes
laid out on the bed. The other couple was nowhere in sight. I dressed and
we went downstairs, ready to leave. It was about 10:30, but we were told
that if we were ready we could leave. The man who had originally met us
when we arrived showed us out to a waiting limo. As we got in, he thanked
us both for being there, shaking my hand solidly and giving Abby a kiss on
her cheek.

Inside the limo we found two bags with our names on them. Inside was an
assortment of souvenirs of Chicago and a disposable camera. The driver told
us he had been instructed to take us to a few Chicago landmarks where we
were to take pictures of each other and ourselves. I put on a Cubs hat from
the bag and as we approached the Shedd Aquarium, I jumped out of the limo
and had Abby take a picture of me. In front of the Art Museum, I took a
picture of her, and the driver took a picture of both of us in front of the
Museum of Science and Industry. Then he took us to O'Hare, where we caught
our flight back home.

Don met us at the airport, helping us firm up the story I would tell my
parents when I arrived home. Don took the disposable camera to his shop and
developed the film, which contained pictures of the places we were supposed
to have visited while we were in Chicago. The organizers had thought of
everything, including giving us a really good cover story.

Several weeks later, Don told us that he had spent $2,500 for the
three-tape video set from the weekend. Abby, Connie, Tom and I spent
several afternoons watching the nine hours of tapes, getting ideas and
having sex with each other.


NEXT: DON BUYS THE FARM


You can reach the author and/or relay messages to Kent at
chipster071053@yahoo.com