Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 10:28:05 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Farm Boy to Porn Star" Part One, by Jay Roberts Gay Rural +++Stay away, anyone under 18. Come back another day...when you are over 18. Dexter Cummins was the perfect 18-year-old farm boy. He worked hard and was good to his grampa. He could do his chores in half the time that any other boy could. The reason was that he had the will and the strength to do it. The farm was in Northern California. The California of Hollywood and glamour was not part of his consciousness and experience. Plain food, devotion to duty and taking care of Gramps was his life. His dividends were six feet of bursting energy and a physical presence of six feet of straw blonde beauty and natural muscularity. The nicest part was that he had no realization that he was so devastatingly desirable. There was no one to admire his corn flower blue eyes or long lashes, or that button nose and puffy lips. That was true until that evening when he and Gramps were in the main room of their small farmhouse. Gramps was reading the local land management magazine and Dex was doing his homework. A knock came on the front door. Dex jumped up. This was exciting and rare that anyone found their way to their dairy farm. Outside on the front steps stood a tall man dressed in city clothes. "How do young fellow. I need a bit of help." "Sure thing," Dex said as he was taught to be helpful to everyone he could. "What kin I do fer you." The man gave a short explosive laugh. "You could do a lot, but for the moment my problem is with the shitty rented car outside that has a flat and no spare. I already called the rental company in LA and they are sending up a repair truck with two tires. They say it will be about two hours before they arrive. I was wondering if I might wait for them in your house." Gramps heard the whole thing although he was a bit deaf. That was because the man spoke in a commanding voice, like an actor. He wished everyone would put some voice in their talking like that. He loved Dex, but sometimes Dex mumbled. Gramps got up slowly from his chair, grabbed his homemade cane and came to the door. "Come in young fella. I am mighty pleased to offer you a nice place to wait. Here take that chair over there. That's the best one. Dex here and I make it ourselves." As he entered, the stranger got a chance to survey the two occupants of the little cabin farmhouse. The old man had a friendly wrinkled face, must be over eighty years old. But the young one, called Dex was a revelation. He couldn't remember ever seeing a kid with as gorgeous a face and figure, all in a sweet farm boy look and demeanor. And he was a connoisseur of young male flesh. The stranger who introduced himself as Vic Benett (formerly Victorio Benneditto) was an object of interest to Dex. The man had a moustache and a Billy goat chin whisker. His skin was smooth and he had a long thin nose that cascaded to his wide mouth with full pink lips. He lips were pouty, as though they were ready for kissing. His body was slim and rangy, he bent it easily as he folded himself into the chair. Dex felt himself getting a little dizzy in his admiration for the guest. "How 'bout a drink to pass the time?" said Gramp. "Boy, git that jug in on the shelf near the fireplace." When the big brown jug was on the wooden bench in front of them, Gramps told Dex to pour some into a glass. There was only one glass in the house and that went to the guest. Gramps drank from the jug and he handed it to Dex. "The boys just eighteen, old enough to drink now, he might as well git used to it." Dex took a drink. This was homemade moonshine and Gramps made. It was smooth and well aged. He smacked his lips. "No worry 'bout germs," Dex said laughing. "Nothin' bad can live in Gramps hooch." Dex laughed at his own humor and giggled a bit. He was already feeling the high proof stuff. Vic watched the boy's little Adam's apple move up and down as he laughed. Vic was getting a strong erection. "What kind of work do you do, iff'n you don't mind tellin'" Gramps asked. "I am a motion picture producer." He handed each a card. It said "Spice of Life Productions", Vic Benett, President". It showed an address in Los Angeles. Dex asked in a slightly fuzzy voice as the brew was hitting him hard. "Would any of yer movies play in the Bijou in the county seat. I bin there three times." Vic laughed. "I don't think so. They are are XXX movies that generally are sold in DVD rental places. Say, I got a portable DVD player in my car and two movies including the latest one. Would you like to see it?" Gramps demurred. "It's 'bout time fer my afternoon nap. I'll let you two young fellas see the movie. Enjoy yur seves." That turned out to be prophetic. Gramps slept downstairs and Dex up in the loft. They decided to watch the movie in Dex's space so as not to disturb Gramps. Vic had previously retrieved the machine and the two sat on Dex's cot and he pressed the play button. The title came up with jazzy music, "Vic Benett presents They Cum Big in Texas." The first scene showed two young men in what was supposed to be a barn. They were sitting on hay bales that looked real fake to Dex but he was polite and didn't say anything. Dex noticed that the two fellows kept sneaking looks at each other. He thought that this was a really dumb, no action movie. But then suddenly one of the boys, the blonde one went over to the dark curly haired one and slipped his hand into the his overalls. "The blonde is Hardy Horelick, the other boy is Jack Strong," said Vic into Dex's ear. He had slide over close to Dex and his long thigh was right against Dex's. "They's fine lookin' fellas," Dex said, really getting interested in the movie. The blonde boy now was stroking the dark haired one and his overall straps were down and his fine muscular chest exposed. He was breathing loudly. "This getting' real excitin'" he said, resting his hand on his own crotch to calm his leaping organ. The action progressed very fast as Hardy fell to his knees and pushed the dark one's overalls down to his ankles. Dex noticed the that hie had real hairy legs and that made him begin to take deep breaths. Hardy picked up the dark boy's organ in his hands, stared at it a bit and then took it into his mouth. Vic heard Dex say, "Oooh." Vic glanced over to the farm boy. His face was bright red and he was breathing audibly. The boy's crotch showed unmistakable signs of a healthy sized cock that was growing more evident as the movie went on. "Do you find this exciting, boy?" Vic breathed into his ear. He passed his warm hand over the boy's cheek. Dex gulped. "It 'minds me of some of the times with my cousin Jeff when he visits. We do some thing like that." The movie was running into more hot scenes, but neither one was watching it. Vic was entranced with Dex's reaction and Dex was getting so riled up that he was hoping that Vic might start doing the stuff that Jeff did. He didn't have to wait long. Vic slipped his hand into the opening in Dex's overalls and passed his hand rapidly over the boy's firming nub. He slipped the Bibb's over the boy's smooth tanned shoulders exposing his work muscled chest. He petted the boy's warm shoulders and his neck. Dex grunted and sighed. "That's real nice, Mr. Vic. I would admire to see yur fine chest." Vic removed his arms and waited. Dex opened the buttons of the dress shirt and soon the pale, smooth, Italian chest with a patch of black curly hair in the middle came into view. Dex cooed with pleasure as he petted the soft hair. Vic was beginning to get really sexed up what with the entrancing boy next to him and the potent whiskey he had imbibed. He grabbed the boy around the next and pressed his eager lips against Dex's puffy, rosy, hot lips. He pressed further and his tongue entered the hot, milk fed mouth and tongue of the boy. When they separated the two were panted wildly. Dex had never been kissed. His head was spinning. Vic who was experienced had never kissed a boy who was so hot. Both could feel their cock dripping inside their clothes. Vic stood up and unbuttoned his trousers. His red silk briefs came into view. The pouch was wet. Dex stood beside him, his overalls falling to his bare feet. He knew that his overalls had a wet spot in front and he's have to do laundry because of that. Both pricks were standing up toward their belly buttons, jumping impatiently with excitement. "Would you like to suck me?" Vic asked with a shaky voice. "Well sir, I don't think I do that so well. I need lessons. Could you show me the right way to do it?" This was new for Vic. He had been spoiled by his boys. All he had to do was to lay back and beckon one and get his rocks off. He knew that he was weak in front of this succulent boy and he could be commanded to do anything. With a sigh of resignation he slid to his knees and took the sweet rampant cock and stroked it reverently. Dex cooed in happiness, "Oh Mr. Vic, that is wonderful. Please do more 'fore I die." Vic knew the boy had him. He leaned forward and licked the dewy head. The taste was honey-like. It drugged him. He lost all sense of dignity and superiority as he swallowed the prick like a whore, moaning around it happily. He bobbed up and down, his tongue dancing up and down the shaft. Dex was in heaven. He knew he was being piggish, but he was urgently sucking the man's mouth. Vic was determined to award the boy with a great orgasm, delivering the sweet cum that he had in his big, hairless balls. He did something he never did before. He took the hard prick all the way into his throat and milked it with his swallowing muscles. Dex moaned louder, but he still didn't deliver the goods. Vic decided to bring in more of his technique. He took the boy's balls and pulled them down arithmetically in time to his sucking mouth. That did it. The boy howled and stiffened and delivered streams of hot cum into Vic's hungry mouth. He took it all. When the orgasm subsided, Vic fell back on the bed, temporary wiped out from the emotion and the effort. Dex's breathing returned to normal. He sat up with a big smile showing his perfect, white teeth. "Mr. Vic, that was the fines time I ever had." Just then there was a knocking at the door. Dex hastily put on his overalls and walked down to the door. It was the repair truck. Gramps was still asleep, but now he sat up. Vic came to the door now and told the guy to change the tire and put the spare in the tire well in the trunk where it should have been before he took the car out. After the repair guys left, Vic asked Dex to sit with him on the porch. "I want to ask you something. I'd like to star you in my movies. You could make a lot of money.; You have my card. Talk about it with your Grandfather and call me with your decision." Dex and his grandfather discussed it all day. Gramps felt it would be a real adventure for the boy. "Jeff can come and ;take care of the milking duties." Actually he was vague in his mind about what sort of movies Vic made. Then too there was the debt on the farm that was always a worry. Dex felt that decided him. He could pay off the debt. "If'n you really feel that should try it, I'll go down to the post office and put in a call to him right now." Vic was overjoyed. "Lad, I drive up and get you. Expect me about noon tomorrow." Sure enough, the next day Vic arrived in an open convertible. Dex looked over the car. "It sure is pretty. Never saw one like it." He had his little bag packed. He hugged Gramps and in a moment he was nestled in the leather seats, the wind ruffling his ginger hair. He loved the trip and especially Vic's compliments. "Kiddo, you look even better than I remembered." They stopped for lunch at a classy restaurant. "My clothes are not nice enough," Dex said looking down at his white shirt and black pants, his best going-to-funeral clothes. "Don't worry about that. Everyone envies your youth and beauty and would give anything to change places with you." After the meal they continued the trip and soon they were on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Dex marveled that so many people could live so close together. A little later Vic called to him, "There's the studio over there." He pointed to a low lying white cement block building with a small sign in front: "Spice of Life Male Productions." Vic parked the car and the led Dex into a new life. End Part One Stay tuned and turned on. Dex meets Jack Strong and Hardy. "It's a Rolls. It's my own car."