Date: Tue, 1 May 2007 21:32:12 +1200 (NZST) From: alan greene Subject: The Interview I will never forget I first saw the advert on a gay website. It was simple enough, asking for fit young guys who were interested in making some money doing gay porn. Heck, I'm a college student, and I can always use some extra cash. So I applied. They wanted me to send a recent photo, so I emailed one of me at Venice Beach. It must have worked because they phoned within an hour. Fortunately the studio was less than twenty minutes from where I was staying, and since it was Friday I had a free afternoon -- since I had no lectures on Friday afternoons, so I went. The ad had said that the job would involve a solo photo shoot, which didn't sound too bad. I mean, I had seen enough porn to know what would be involved. Probably just a solo jack off, which I am more than capable of, after all I had been jacking off since I was eleven. I found the studio in plenty of time. To be honest it didn't look like much. Just some old industrial building in a run down part of town. The sign over the door said "Hardman Studios" -- cute name. I found the doorbell and pressed it. When the door opened I was met by a guy who can't have been more that 18. What a hottie. Even with the baggy sweat and loose-fit jeans he was wearing, I could tell that there was a gorgeous bod underneath. "Hi, my name is Jordan Evans" I said. "I am here for the interview". "Great, follow me". The hottie turned tail and led me into the building. We went up a flight of stairs and came to a sort of reception area. He indicated that I should sit, and he disappeared down the corridor. Instead of old National Geographic and Reader's Digests, this waiting area had some of the hottest porn mags I had ever seen. I could feel myself getting hard before I even opened the first page. However, I didn't get too far when the hottie returned and asked me to follow him down the corridor. How embarrassing...I was sporting a massive hardon. Though, in thinking about it, it couldn't hurt much. After all this was an interview for a porn shoot. The hottie led me to an office at the back of the building. I must admit that I didn't know what to expect really, but I certainly wasn't expecting the guy who would be doing the interview to be as hot as the guy who opened the door. Somehow I expected the guy to be in his late forties, balding, with a beer gut. But the guy sitting behind the desk was about 29, blonde and built like an athlete. "Good afternoon Jordan, my name is Brad, please stand in front of the screen and take off you clothes". God, he was nothing if not to the point. So I did as I was told. Once I was standing in all my glory Brad got up from the desk to give me the `once over'. My boner was harder than ever, and all this extra attention wasn't helping. Brad got me to turn around, bend over, and do a few poses. "So, Jordan, how old are you?" he asked. "I'm nineteen, almost twenty" I said. "And are you gay or straight?" "Gay". "And do you work out a lot?" "When I can" "Well, it certainly seems to be paying off...you've got a great bod...so when was the last time you jacked off?" Brad asked. "This morning, in the shower", I replied. "Okay, how about you show me what you've got now then". This was unlike any interview I had been to before, but then this was the first time I had ever thought about being in a porno shoot. Brad sat on the edge of his desk, and just watched. The hottie who had opened the door stood beside him and watched as well. "You got any lube?" I asked. The hottie walked forward and produced a tube from his pocket. He squeezed some into his hand and applied it to my dick. God it felt so good...I almost lost it right there and then. "Now, take your time, and show us what you can do" said Brad. To be honest, it didn't take all that long, and I don't think my performance was that amazing, after all I was standing in front of two gorgeous looking guys having a wank. Within about three minutes of stroking I was at the point of no return and shot my load right where I was. My jizz pumped out and landed on the wooden floor with a series of thuds. "Nice load" said Brad. "I'm impressed". The hottie moved forward with a towel and I cleaned myself up. "Right, you can get dressed, and come take a seat". I did as I was told. "So you want to do porn?" asked Brad. "Well, we'd like to give you a try...we'd like to do a solo shoot...but I'd also like to offer you a part in a video that we're about to shoot" "What sort of video?" I asked. "Oh, the usual sort of thing...a few solo scenes, maybe a couple of blowjobs, m aybe a threesome or two, and a group scene at the end...you interested?" "I'm not too sure about that...I mean I thought it was just for a solo photo shoot, I'm not sure I am ready to jump in the deep end. Can I give it some thought and get back to you?" "Certainly, but we're going to be shooting the video in the next couple of days, and I think that you'd be perfect for the job, and we'll pay you well". "Let me think about it and I'll give you a call on Monday". To be honest this was a whole heap more than I was expecting. I mean, sure I was keen to do a photo shoot, by myself, but a full on porno was something that I wasn't sure that I was ready for. Hey, don't get me wrong, I love sex, particularly if it's with cute guys...but we've all seen porno movies...and to be honest, that's not something that I am wanting to do right now. Sure I could use the money, but it's a huge leap from a few pictures to an all out sex flick. The hottie showed me out, and I headed back to my car. I don't remember much after that...I do remember being grabbed, and an awful smell as something was held over my mouth and nose...I assumed that it was chloroform or something. When I woke up I wasn't sure where I was, what the time was, or what the hell had happened. I do know that I was scared, and my head hurt. I found myself in a small, windowless room...something like a prison cell I guess...with nothing more than a small bed with a hard mattress and a hard hospital-like pillow. I also realised that I had been stripped of my clothes, and all that remained was my CK boxers. What the fuck had happened, and who had grabbed me, and why? A million questions ran through my head. Was I a prisoner? Was I a hostage? Had I been grabbed by some sicko serial-killer? God why me? After what seemed like an eternity the door opened and in walked the biggest black guy I had ever seen. What a monster. He looked like an advert for one of those body enhancing health supplements...all arms and chest. He was massive. "Get up", he barked. I did as I was told. "Where am I?" I asked, feebly. "What's going on?" "Shut up and turn around". "Please don't hurt me", I pleaded. "Turn around" the hulk barked again. So I turned around, and he grabbed my arms behind my back, like on one of those cop shows and pushed me roughly out of the cell. He pushed me down the corridor and into another room. This one was a lot bigger. He threw me into the centre of the room and shut the door. Then he removed his shirt. Fuck this guy was built like a body-builder. "Okay boy" he said. "Come over here and suck my cock". "Pardon?" I stammered. "You heard me...come and suck my cock..." Slowly I moved forward. "Oh your knees" he demanded. So I got down in front of him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he yelled. Nervously I undid his belt, and let his trousers fall down. He was wearing a jockstrap underneath, but his huge cock was straining to get out, and I could see that there was a monster straining to get free. I put my hand into the jockstrap and pulled his gigantic uncut cock out. God, it was huge, probably about eleven inches, but it looked to be as fat as a baseball bat, and it was already glistening with droplets of precum. "Swallow it" the goliath bellowed. Cautiously I took the end into my mouth. Now, I had certainly sucked my fair share of cock in my time, but never anything as big as this. Weird as this all was, I found it to be strangely stimulating. Shit, what was I thinking. Here I was a prisoner of God knows who, and God knows where. I had been snatched right off the street in broad daylight, and now here I was on my knees in some windowless room sucking on some black giant's huge cock. I should have been petrified, yet I found myself getting turned on by the whole thing. The more I sucked on my captor's schlong, the harder my own cock became. Soon I was sporting a bigger hardon than the one I had had at the interview. "Mmmmmmmmm that's good" the giant purred. "Suck it good". He must have liked what I was doing because he started thrusting his huge member down my throat, harder and harder he fucked my face. Then, all at once my throat was filled with his hot salty seed. I thought I was going to drown, there was so much of it. It gushed out of his dick in torrents. Wave after wave of it pumped out of the end of his dick, I though it would never end. And while I thought I would never be able to take it all, I soon found myself wishing for more of it. But then he was done. He pulled his dick out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath, with gallons of cum dripping down my chin. "That'll do for now" he said. "Get up and turn around". He hitched up his pants and led me back down the corridor and into my cell. "I'll be back shortly" he said. "And you had better be ready". Ready for what? More of that...or maybe something else. I don't know how long I waited. I fell asleep soon after I returned to the cell. Next thing I remember was the door opening again, and my captor standing over me again. "Get up and turn around" he barked. This time I complied immediately. However, this time when he pushed me down the corridor it was into a different room altogether, with a table bolted to the floor in the centre of it. "Bend over the table" he yelled, pushing me towards it. I lent forward, and was roughly pushed the rest of the way. Obviously there were others in the room that I had not seen when I entered because I felt my legs being strapped to the table legs, and while I was still being forced down by my captor, someone else grabbed my hands and strapped them to the table as well. I was strapped down in a spread-eagle fashion. Then my CK boxers were cut off me. Fuck what was going to happen now? I didn't have long to think about it, because my butt cheeks were pulled apart, and I felt a tongue at work on my arse. God it felt good. I don't know who was working on my arse, but they knew what they were doing because I was hard within seconds and desperately wanting whoever it was to finish me off. My captor came around to the front of the table and forced his mammoth dick back into my mouth. At the same stage I felt another dick being forced into my waiting hole, and someone else took my dick into their mouth. Fuck, there were three of them, and they were having their way with my...but, oh, it felt soooooo good. Somewhere deep inside of me there was this still small voice yelling out to me that I should be shit-scared...after all I was being held captive...and I could end up dead for all I knew...but at the same stage there was another part of me telling me to just enjoy it all. I mean, if the other two who were working me over were anywhere as hot as my captor, then this truly was heaven. My captor worked his huge cock in my mouth, and I was enjoying the taste of his precum as it oozed out of the end of his manhood. I had sure had my share of cock over the years, but this thing was enormous, and yet it went down my throat like my mouth had been made just for this moment in time. As I enjoyed this tasty morsel in my mouth, all the time my own cock was lapping up the attention from below as my second captor was licking my balls and sucking my head. And all the while another glorious piece of manhood was thrusting itself mercilessly into my arse...it was more than I could take because almost as soon as the cock in my mouth started to empty itself down my throat in huge blasts of salty goodness, my own cock started to erupt shooting jizz out in a torrent of joy...and then I felt the third cock empty it's load deep inside me. And then it was done. Sweat dripped from every pore as my captors withdrew from the room...leaving me spent...still strapped to the table...with cum dripping from my cock, while more oozed out of my hole, and still more covered my lips. I must have drifted off again...because when I awoke I was back in my cell...and now dressed in one of those orange prison overalls. Soon the door opened again...and my mammoth captor barked a third time..."get up, and come this way". A third trip down the corridor...a third door opened...and I was shoved inside. This time the room had two other inhabitants...each dressed in the same orange boiler suits, and each with their own big black guard. "All of you undress" barked my captor, and the three of us quickly obeyed. The other two captives looked about my age, both blondes with hot bodies. I wondered how long they had been here, and whether or not they had already been through the same interrogation as me. But I didn't get to wonder for very long because all three of us were forced to the ground and our guards started going to work on each of us. My guard started to suck my cock, and the other guards started to suck off their prisoners. Man, talk about hot. This giant hulk of a man was expertly blowing me, while his two colleagues went to work on the other two prisoners. Soon the room was filled with the moans of pleasure. Any moment I was certain that I was going to blow my load, but then my captor turned me over and thrust his cock deep into my bowel. At the same time the other guards did the same to their prisoners...and soon we were moaning again as three giant black cocks violated our tight white arses. Oh God it was good. Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better all three guards withdrew and shot their loads on our backs. "Right, you'd better clean each other up then" my guard growled. Lick each other clean. So I went over to one of the other prisoners and started to lap up the huge pool of jizz that had e xploded all over his back and shoulders. At the same time the other prisoner was licking my back clean. Well, fuck, one thing led to another and the next moment my cock was up the arse of the boy I was licking, and the boy behind me had entered my waiting hole, and all three of us were pounding away at each other. "AArrrgghhhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled as I emptied my load into the prisoner under me...and then I felt the warm blast of the boy who was inside my hole as it shot deep inside of me. The guards, who had obviously been enjoying our little show came over to us and started jacking...then they shot their second loads all over our faces and hair. And then we were done, a pile of sweaty, cum-soaked boys, lying in a heap on the floor. I was exhausted, but exhilarated all at the same time. "Right, that's a wrap" said a voice from above. Then the door opened and in walked Brad. What the fuck? "Good job Jordon" he said. "We knew you'd be ideal for the part in our new movie, and we were right, we shot some hot footage tonight". "You mean..." I stammered. "Yes, it was a set up, you weren't abducted...it was all part of the movie...white boys held captive and violated by their black guards...it'll be a huge success". "Oh my God" I said. "You sick son of a bitch". "Yeah, but admit it, you enjoyed every second of it didn't you", Brad quipped. To be honest, he was right. So I cleaned up, collected my cheque, and headed home. Oh, and by the way...I am booked in for another shoot next week. So when you head to the video store next...look me up...Jordon Evans...porn star! Believe me...I've seen a copy...and it sure is hot!