Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2017 00:48:28 -0400
From: Nifty.tom <nifty.tom@protonmail.com>
Subject: James the Porn Star, Part One

The normal disclaimers for this story apply.  This story is 100% fiction.
None of the characters has every existed, and any resemblance to someone
you might know is completely coincidental.  This story is for entertainment
purposes only, and is not intended to encourage any illegal activity.  I
invite constructive criticism via email.  Don't bother writing to abuse me;
find something useful to do with your life instead.


James the Porn Star
Part One


James was nervous.  Very nervous.  He wasn't quite sure how things had come
to this, but here he was.  Aged only 30, he'd been retrenched from his job
four months previously, and hadn't been able to find another one.  This
economy, what can you do?  He'd seen the advertisement in an online adult
magazine about eight weeks ago, inviting men to audition for a possible
role in porn movies.  At 6'2 and 88 kilos, he was tall and fit.  Moderately
handsome, for sure, with short hair of golden sandy blonde, blue eyes, and
a big warm smile.  His body, whilst not that of an underwear model, was not
too bad.  He was hairy-chested, with the golden blonde fur cascading down
in a thick snail-trail to a light-brown bush.  When full erect, his penis
stretched out to a respectable six and a half inches, and was of moderate
thickness.  Like the vast majority of Australian men of his generation,
James was uncut.  He loved having a foreskin, playing with it, stretching
it, and rolling it up and down over his sensitive knob as he wanked.
Watching his girlfriend play with it was a turn-on too.

The women with whom James had made his first three porn movies also liked
his dick.  He'd taken to porn like a duck to water, performing well,
staying rock-hard without the need for a fluffer, and squirting big loads
on cue.  The director was impressed.  After finishing the final scene of
his fifth movie, the director had pulled James aside and asked him if he
wanted to expand his repertoire.  Teenage stuff, with girls, the director
had said.  Underage girls, if he wanted.  The money was really good for the
underage vids.

James was taken aback.  Shocked.  He'd heard of that sort of stuff, of
course, but did he want to actually perform in it?  It had taken him six
days to get back to the director, and the answer was yes.  The money was
good very good, much better than making porn with adult women.  He'd gone
along to his first shoot and done a scene with a fifteen year-old girl.
She was experienced, and James had enjoyed it very much.  The second scene
was with a fourteen year-old girl; the third was a threesome scene with a
twelve year-old girl and a fourteen year-old boy, who were both seasoned
porn actors with several years experience.  By that stage, James was up for
just about anything.  He had enjoyed the sex with the young girls, but when
the teenage boy had slipped James' foreskin back and put his mouth over the
bare head, the sensation had been heavenly.  Much better than any woman or
girl.  So good, in fact, that he had ejaculated within a few minutes.

"Boys give much better head than girls, mate", the boy had grinned at him,
a rope of the James' semen across his cute smooth face and up into his dark
hair.  James had sucked his first dick that day, licking around under the
ample foreskin of the five-inch teen-cock before pulling the boys hood all
the way back and tenderly sucking the knob.  It wasn't half bad, either.
After the shoot, the teen-boy, whose name was Josh, had asked James if he'd
ever thought of "making a vid with the real little ones, the hard-core pedo
stuff?"

Pedo.  Josh had said it with a short "e" sound, as in "peddo".  James was
shocked.  "You've already rooted a twelve year-old chick, what's the
difference going a bit younger?  Anyway, the little boys are fuckin' hot".
So not only was this fourteen year-old porn veteran proposing pedo, he was
proposing pedo with little boys.  "Think about it", said Josh, as he
pocketed the thick wad of ten- and twenty-dollar notes that the director
had handed him as his remuneration for the morning's work, "Most of the
blokes doing poofter pedo don't look like you.  The little boys would be
fighting each-other to get on the end of ya cock."  James didn't think of
himself as a poofter (Australian slang for a gay man, the Aussie version of
"faggot"), and he certainly didn't think of himself as a pedo, but the
landlord wanted rent, and he and his girlfriend had to eat.  He looked over
to the director, who had a knowing smile on his face.  "You'll love it,
mate, guaranteed.  I'll put you with a real little cutie for ya first time.
He knows his way around."

So here was was.  Nervous, as mentioned at the outset.  The shoot was at a
warehouse in the south-west suburbs of Sydney.  The middle of nowhere.
James arrived at 10 a.m. sharp, as instructed.  He called the director's
mobile telephone and the heavy door was opened by a man he had never seen
before, who motioned for him to come inside.  The director was there, and
there were a few other men too.  A simple set had been constructed, three
off-white plaster walls standing about 10" high, making an open U shape.
In the middle was a double-sized ensemble mattress on short legs, covered
with a white fitted sheet.  Studio lights were blazing down on the bed, and
two men holding sophisticated-looking cameras were videoing the action.

A tall, skinny boy of about 15 was on his knees, his buttocks resting back
on his heels, his hands behind his back.  The boy was quite dark-skinned,
and James thought that he looked Arabic.  The teen had a smooth chest and
abdomen, but his legs and forearms were already quite hairy.  His pubic
bush was short and compact but thick, and spilled down onto the plump
scrotum, which was pulled-up tight.  The teen was fully erect, a long
penis, longer than James', but considerably thinner.  He could see the
circular scar from a Gomco circumcision around the teen's engorged shaft,
and noted how the skin changed from almost black to almost pink at the
junction where the clamp had shared it's stinging kiss with the boy when he
was just an infant.  James couldn't see the head of the penis, though.  On
his hands and knees in front of the teen was a little boy, a diminutive
ginger boy with pale, pale skin.  James couldn't tell how old the boy was,
but he was short and petite.  The small boy had his eyes closed, and his
mouth latched onto the bare head of the dark-skinned teen's circumcised
cock.

James moved closed, being careful not to walk into the shot.  The redheaded
boy rocked back and forth gently, slowly bobbing his head around as he
fellated the dark meat.  James could see the little boy's cheeks pulled in,
and could hear the wetness of the small mouth.  The little boy was giving
head, and teen was getting it.  The teen's eyes were closed, his mouth open
slightly, the tip of his tongue periodically appearing out of one corner of
his mouth.  "I'm gunna cum soon", whispered the teen, and the small boy
carefully repositioned himself, moving so that he sat cross-legged in front
of the older boy, putting both pale hands onto the dark shaft that was
glistening in the bright lights.  He did not stop giving head.

The little boy stroked up and down the shaft, also rotating his fists
around as he wanked, using the saliva that had leaked-out of his mouth as
lubrication.  The teen spoke now, softly but urgently.  "Oh, fuck.  Fuck,
I'm gunna sprog!  Oh, fuck yeah, here it fuckin' comes ya little poofta!"
He grunted as his orgasm began.  The small boy wasn't going to be cheated
out of his reward: he had been giving head for an hour and twenty minutes,
taking the older lad up to the brink and then back down again, using his
wet mouth and talented tongue to pleasure the young man, and his jaw ached.
He felt the exposed glans expand in his mouth, and the shaft spasm in his
hands, and tasted the first jet of semen as it squirted from deep inside
the teen.  It exploded onto his tongue, and the pre-teen let out a long
moan in his high, unbroken voice.  The little faggot loved the cum, that's
for sure, but he also knew that he was at work, so after the savouring the
first spurt he released the head from his mouth for the benefit of the
cameras.

The second rope of teen cum hit the pre-teen right between the eyes, then
the third and fourth ropes went right up over his ginger head.  He loved
watching the white-stuff squirt out nearly as much as he loved the taste of
it, but he loved the taste more.  After letting the 4K cameras capture the
cumshot, the elfin boy popped the still-ejaculating head back in his mouth,
and enjoyed three more jets of yummy teen jizz as it squirted at high
pressure from the teenage pedophile's circumcised cock.  The fifteen
year-old moaned softly as his orgasm began to fade, the tiny boy still
giving tender head.  The older lad stroked the ginger's face and whispered,
"OK, that's enough", before collapsing back onto the white sheet, panting.
The pre-teen sat back, hesitating to go in for the cuddle, because some
older boys and men didn't like it.  Not this lad, though.  The teen raised
his head, smiled at the little boy and said, "Get'ere, cutie", patting the
bed beside him.  The junior cocksucker beamed, and scurried over, laying
beside the older boy, who put his arm around the small pale body and pulled
him close, the ginger head resting on the dark shoulder.  The teen spoke.
"You give fuckin' good head, Jack".  Young Jack beamed again - the big boy
had remembered his name!  The pair cuddled for another minute or so,
cameras still rolling.

"OK, boys", said the director, "How about we give Jack a nice tingle now?"
The ginger pre-teen grinned and rolled onto his back.  James noticed the
uncut erection between his legs, perhaps two and a half inches, a good size
for a boy of such tender years.  The scrotum was pulled-up tight.  The
older boy lay on his side, elbow on the bed, resting his head on his palm.
He smiled down at the pre-teen, and spoke to him with a broad, rough Aussie
accent, "You're a fuckin' hot little cunt, and ya give fuckin' bewdiful
head.  I'm gunna giveya a rool fuckin' nice tingle".  The teenager took the
throbbing, pale erection between in his fingers, the index and middle on
the underside, the thumb on the upper side of the prepubescent penis.  He
began to wank the little boy, and as he did so, put his head down and
licked and sucked the small pink nipples softly and tenderly.

It didn't take long.  Young Jack was very, very excited, and he'd been
highly aroused for a long time.  After only two minutes of the big-boy's
attentions, he whispered, "I'm gunna cum!", before arching his back and
falling into orgasm.  The tiny body was wracked with spasms, and the
rock-hard boy-cock pulsed between the teen's fingers.  The teen held the
foreskin back behind the head as the pre-teen twitched in ecstasy, watching
the slit in the glans open and close with the spasms, trying to squirt out
the cum that the boy wouldn't make for years.  He'd had sex with a lot of
kids, but Jack was one of his favourites, and he was always
extra-affectionate with him.  As the dry orgasm began to fade, the teen
pulled Jack toward him and wrapped his arms around the hot, pale, skinny
body.  They lay there together, cuddling, and the director said, "Cut!
Good work, boys.  That's a wrap!"

James had watched the whole scene, enraptured.  As the director called
"Cut!", James was suddenly aware of his surroundings again, and suddenly
conscious of the erection in his grey track-pants.  He looked down to see a
wide circle of pre-cum had formed on the light-coloured material, and his
boner was rock-hard.  He was also aware of someone standing next to him.
He looked down to see a boy of about ten, with blonde hair and brown eyes,
wearing skater gear.  The boy looked up at James, down at the man's wet
boner, then back up at James' face.  He was grinning widely.  "Hi," said
the boy, "I'm Lachlan.  Are you James?" James nodded, cleared his throat,
smiled down at the lad and said "Yeah, that's right".

"Cool!" said Lachlan, "We're gunna be working together today!"  The skinny
lad held out his had, and James shook it.

The director announced, 'OK gents, let's clean up, take fifteen and then
James and Lockie are on".  James needed a break.  He felt like his legs
were going to give way.  Lockie was still staring at his crotch.

"How old are you, Lockie?", James asked.

"I'm nine!"  He didn't pause before excitedly saying, "Josh said you've got
a real nice cock.  I can't wait to play with it and suck it!".  James could
only grin, and try not to fall to the floor.

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Part 2 will follow