Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 13:15:43 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Porn Boy's Life - 03

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...

Also, a couple of additional notes to answer some questions. Kent says
condoms were ALWAYS used, although we don't mention that a lot in the
story. Second, as this chapter begins, Kent is 15, the two girls are 16 and
so is Tom. All of the new characters will have their ages included as they
are introduced.


CHAPTER 3 - DON BUYS THE FARM

A couple of months after Amy and my trip to Chicago, Don got a letter in
the mail. It was a plain white envelope with no return address and a New
Orleans postmark. Inside the envelope was a newspaper clipping from one of
the Chicago newspapers about a raid on a North Chicago estate where police
suspected a child pornography ring was operating. When the police entered
the house, they found nothing. No furniture, no personal items, no boxes,
nothing. All of the floors and counter surfaces were covered with a light
layer of dust. The owner of the estate, a retired Chicago businessman,
confirmed that no one had lived in the house since he and his wife had
moved to Hawaii three years earlier. Neighbors did not remember any unusual
activity or traffic in or out of the grounds. What police found most
peculiar was that they couldn't find any fingerprints. None. Not even those
of the owner's family.

Clipped to the article was a short, typed note that simply said there would
be another gathering in a few months and that he would be contacted to see
if he was interested in sending someone.

The kids at the orgy had been right. Being on the orgy tape increased
demand for our photo sets and the amateur tapes we had made over the past
year. During those couple of months since the Chicago orgy, we also decided
it was time for our little repertory company to grow. The five of us
thought we needed some new blood, so the girls took it upon themselves to
recruit someone new, and they felt it should be a guy.

I remembered the erotic experience in the shower with the black boy and
suggested we find someone like that. Of course, this was the great rural
Midwest and there were only a few black youths in our town. One of them was
Jake, the running back for our high school football team. Jake was 17,
about 5'8", 185 lbs and had a real muscular jock build he proudly showed
off by wearing wife beaters and tight jeans to school as often as
possible. The other jocks in the school said that Jake was hung to his
knees. I found an excuse to get into the locker room at school as his class
finished up and started showering and saw that Jake was about 6 inches
soft, but I could only guess what his endowment would grow to.

Connie took it upon herself to find out. She got close to Jake and
eventually got him in bed with her, where she confirmed he was about 10"
hard and one hell of a fucker. Over the next couple of months we all
started getting closer to Jake through Connie and he seemed pleased for the
attention we gave him. When we finally decided it was time to draw him out,
Abby through another of her Saturday afternoon parties. All five of us kids
were there, and as always, Don was around somewhere, having put several
more two-way mirrors in the house so he could now watch us in the family
room as well as all three bedrooms.

The conversation at the party was eventually steered to cock sizes,
although I don't remember how Connie and Abby got it there. Abby admitted
that she'd fucked with both Tom and me and said she loved both of our
cocks. Connie said something about Jake's size and bet that his cock was
bigger than either of ours. Abby dared us to take off our pants so they
could compare us, and Jake's ego took over. He knew he was well endowed and
relished the chance to show it off. Tim and I stripped down first, and the
girls fondled both of us, right in front of Jake, watching as our cocks
grew. Then Connie reached over and started to take Jake's pants off. He
stood up and dropped his pants revealing a pair of thong underwear that was
stretched to the limit, his cockhead poking out one leg. He quickly pulled
them down and his huge cock sprang out, angled slightly upward from his
crotch and covered with wiry fur. Connie took it in her hand and slowly ran
it up and down as a thin dribble of pre-cum started to stretch to the
floor. Abby reached over and scooped it onto her finger, then into her
mouth. Abby asked if it would be OK with Connie if she fucked Jake, never
asking him for his permission or approval. He didn't need to give it. It
took just seconds for him to get Abby's slacks and underpants off and shove
his cock into her cunt from behind. Showing absolutely no restraint, he
took only minutes before he was ready to cum. Abby asked him to pull out
and she jacked him off, letting him shoot all over her face.

Connie suggested we go back to the bedroom and get more comfortable. The
rest of us stripped down completely as Abby asked Jake to lay down on the
bed, his cock still glistening. Tom pulled open the bedside dresser and
handed Jake and me both condoms. It was obvious that Jake's cock wasn't
going to go down soon, so Tom actually opened Jake's package and put the
condom over the tip of Jake's cock. The young black boy just moaned as
Tom's hand rolled the condom down. Connie was then over Jake, straddled his
mid-section and slid his cock into her cunt. The two began to fuck, Jake
pushing up into Connie as she came down on him. The contrast of the two
skin colors was really a turn-on.

To add to the show, Abby motioned for both Tom and me to move around where
Jake could watch and she got on her knees between us, taking both of our
cocks into her mouth and sucking on them. Jake pushed harder, really
bouncing Connie on his crotch. From having worked with Abby, we knew that
she wanted us to cum quickly so we worked hard to oblige, sending our loads
onto Abby's face while Jake stared intensely at our action. Then he moaned
loudly, pushed hard a couple of times, then grunted and pushed his hips up
off of the bed, ramming his cock hard into Connie's cunt. We all knew he
was cumming.

As he lay there on the bed, catching his breath, Tom and I left the
room. We knew what the two girls were going to do next and left them to
their work.

A few minutes later, Jake came out of the bedroom, his arms wrapped around
the waists of the two girls, a big grin across his face. Don was standing
in the doorway behind them. The girls announced that Jake was in.

Don went to work, doing photo sets with Jake and the girls, and a couple of
three-way sets with Jake, Connie and me. Remembering the shower from
Chicago, I suggested setting something up where I would cum on Jake's body
to show the contrast. Jake didn't object. In fact, he suggested that
perhaps I should dump a load on his face while he fucked Connie. Don asked
if Jake would suck my cock, but he wasn't interested. A facial was as far
as he was willing to go (at least at that time).

Don told us later that the three way set was rapidly becoming his best
selling series, but that my solos were still selling well and the ones with
Abby and me were moving, too.

Don was getting concerned about our comings and goings at his store. Having
two and three kids coming in every day might start looking suspicious, so
he suggested that we start using the entrance from the back alley. He also
built a couple of little dressing rooms back in the studio so we'd have a
place to hide in case someone came in, which was happening more and more
often. Don's commercial business was also starting to pick up.

Connie and Abby continued to recruit for the group; Tom and I did a lot of
the auditioning. Jake also showed a real talent for finding prospective
girls for us. He brought us Allyson, a cute 17-year-old blond with a great
figure and a real desire to fuck in front of a camera. We all did some
photo shoots with Allyson, but she liked doing three-ways with Jake and Tom
most.

I'm not sure how Patti and Brenda joined the group. They just showed up
with Connie one afternoon and joined right in. They became our resident
lesbian chicks because they loved to eat each other out. Jake and I did a
set with them one Saturday afternoon at Don's house where we wound up
fucking them from behind while they 69'ed each other. We all four came to
screaming climaxes and Don got a great set out of it.

As we went into the spring of my freshman year, our group had grown to
eight. We were all staying busy, and I wound up taking a part-time job as a
sacker at the local grocery store two afternoons a week to cover the income
I was generating from the photo sets. I had turned 16 just before the first
of the year (my parents wanted a Christmas baby, but I came a little late,
getting here a few days after the holiday). As a birthday gift, Don staged
a little orgy of our own, borrowing a friend's vacation cabin at a lake a
couple of hours' drive from town and we spent a long Saturday there just
having sex. No photos, and it was the only time I remember Don actually
joining us, although his participation was limited to a couple of blowjobs
and a jack off session in the hot tub. That's when I found out that Don had
strong gay leanings. When we finished that evening, I'd been sucked by
everyone, including Jake, and had fucked everyone except Jake and Don. I
was so exhausted I thought they were going to have to carry me out to the
van. We all slept on the way home. We all decided that it was so much fun
that it became a tradition to celebrate everyone's birthday that way.

Five girls and three boys was kind of an inequity, but it didn't bother
us. We found all kinds of ways to pair off. Abby kept telling us about all
the money we were making and we all couldn't believe it. Don's commercial
business was starting to really expand, too, and he began to do fashion
shoots and product shoots at his studio, and also began doing some
traveling to Chicago, Indianapolis, St. Louis, Cincinnati and Memphis to
take on photo work.

Tom had started to really develop a flair for photography, too, and he also
wanted to get into video, so he signed up for the High School Audio/Visual
class the following fall, and convinced me to sign up, too.

As the school year ended, Don gathered us together in the studio one
afternoon and told us that his business was growing to the point where he
needed to expand and wanted to know if we'd be interested in helping
him. He told us that he and Abby had decided they were going to buy a farm
a few miles outside of town and put in a new studio there. He told us the
property had an old barn, a large equipment shed and a six-bedroom
house. The land itself was several acres and was being farmed by a tenant,
but it also had a stream that flowed through it and a good sized man-made
pond nestled in a wooded area not too far from the house.

That summer, we worked to help remodel the barn into what was nothing less
than a small sound stage. Don hired a construction company to gut the barn
and completely rebuild the inside. I told my folks that Don had given me a
summer job helping them work, as did Tom and Jake. The girls worked in the
house, doing the painting and getting everything organized so they could
move in before school started.

Over the summer, we also grew by three more.

One of the kids in my class was a 16-year-old guy named Mike who was really
shy and sort of melted into the woodwork, hardly getting noticed by
anyone. During that summer, I spent a lot of time at the swimming pool and
noticed Mike watching me in the changing area. This went on for several
weeks, and I started giving him a real show when nobody else was there. He
had a very nice body, too, and I didn't mind taking a peek at him
occasionally, either. He usually wore baggy trunks at the pool, but he kept
his bulge under control with a jock strap and I could tell he had problems
keeping his cock under control when I was around.

Finally I felt like I had to make some kind of move to find out his
intentions, so I let him "catch" me jacking off in the pool shower. As he
walked in, covered in a towel, I didn't stop, but rather looked at him and
said that I hope he didn't mind. Rather than minding, he came up behind me
and grabbed my cock while pressing his hard-on up against my butt, sliding
it between the cheeks. He humped me as he jacked me off, and we both shot
at the same time, my load going onto the floor, his up my back. We quickly
broke up as an older man came into the changing room with his very young
son. He dressed and left, but not before telling me he hoped we'd meet
again.

The next time I ran into him at the pool, Tom was with me. I'd already told
him what had happened and we decided to see if we could recruit him. He was
already in the pool when we got there, and I gave him a slight wave when he
looked at me. I also made it a point of staying close to Tom while we were
in the pool. After a couple of hours, we decided to get out and head to the
changing area. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed Mike had pulled himself
out of the pool, too, and was following us at a distance. The room was
empty.

By the time Mike got into the changing room, Tom and I were in the
shower. I was jacking him off and he had hold of me as Mike joined
us. Without saying a word, he took hold of our cocks, one in each hand, and
asked us to hold his cock and balls. We didn't hear the older gentleman
come into the changing room, and if I hadn't caught a glimpse of him headed
for the urinals, we might have been caught. As Mike left, he handed me a
piece of paper with his address and phone number and told me to bring my
friend.

We met him at his house a couple of days later and had a wild sex session
with him, but when he suggested taping us, we knew we had a new member in
our repertory company. Turns out Mike had a 17-year-old gay lover in
another town that Jake knew from that high school's football team. Anthony
also joined us. We all called him Scooby, because he liked to imitate the
cartoon character Scooby-Doo, although it got to be somewhat annoying when
he was doing it during shoots.

Toward the end of summer, Jessica started showing up at the farm, working
with the girls. Although she didn't join us for any photo shoots, it was
obvious the girls were going to try and recruit her, too. It proved to be a
decision that caused us problems, but more about that later.

Jake had started football practice, so he wasn't around much toward the end
of the summer. Mike and Scooby turned out to be real hands at carpentry,
and they started building platforms to use in the new barn studio. Scooby
even knew how to upholster them, a trade he'd learned from his Amish
grandfather. (His father had moved away from his family and become a part
of the "real" world, but stayed in touch and often visited them. Scooby and
his sister often spent a couple of weeks during the summer staying with his
grandparents.)

As school approached and I got ready to start my sophomore year, Don got a
call from his son Todd, who had spent the summer working for the porno
filmmaker in Las Vegas. Todd said that they had a client who was interested
in having a "special" film made and wanted to know if I would be willing to
be a part of the project. It would involve an older couple, in their late
30's, who had a fantasy about sharing a boy about the age of their
teen-aged son. Todd had shown his boss some of my pictures and they both
agreed I'd be perfect for the part. The clients also agreed and asked if I
would be interested.

Don said he could help arrange the trip and provide me with a cover story,
so I said yes. The film was going to be shot, in of all places, Columbia,
Missouri, home of the University of Missouri. The couple in question were
both college professors there, and we would do the filming in their house
while their real son was away at Scout camp somewhere in the Ozarks.

I have no idea how Don talked my folks into letting me go with him on a
trip, but they did. We left everyone else working at the farm, and Don
drove me to Columbia on a Tuesday, a trip that would take most of the
day. While we were in the car, Don handed me the script Todd had mailed
him.

It was truly a fantasy for any young boy. I was to show up at their house,
pretending to be their son, arriving home from Scout Camp.


NEXT: SEX FOR HIRE


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