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 6 - MAKING FRIENDS AND VIVA LAS VEGAS
The world of sex orgies isn't as glamorous as you might think. The second day of this one certainly proved it.
After Duke and I dressed, we went back to the living room, where a number of men were completely dressed, sitting around reading newspapers and books, watching a game on a big screen TV and one man was even going through a briefcase, doing some business work. If there was any sex going on, it was being done in the private bedrooms. We sat down and watched TV for about half-an-hour and nobody made any moves on us, so Duke leaned over and suggested we go someplace and talk.
We grabbed a couple of sodas from the bar and walked through the house until we found an empty room. I started to pull my shirt off, but Duke said he wasn't kidding; he just wanted to talk with me for a few minutes alone.
Duke told me that he remembered having sex with me at the Chicago orgy and that I still popped into his thoughts from time to time. He said he was surprised and happy to see me when I showed up the previous afternoon. He asked me what I'd been doing since that weekend in Chicago and I filled him in, in generalities, about the gang and some of the things I'd done. He asked me how I'd gotten started doing all of this, and I told him. Then he told me his story.
Duke had been seduced by one of his teachers, whose husband was a recruiter for an organizer. He'd had sex with both his teacher and her husband for four or five months before they suggested taking him away for a weekend event. That first trip had been a bisexual, older/younger orgy, and being a horny 16 year old, he'd loved every minute of it. The husband and wife team trained him in sex and he attended a couple of more events, one bi with kids only and one gay with kids and adults, before the Chicago trip where we met.
By the time he got to high school, he was a male prostitute. He did mostly private sessions with older men and women, with an occasional orgy all through high school, his former teacher's husband acting as his pimp. The only time he was in front of a camera was while attending those orgies. When he had started college, he found himself in great demand for gay events. That's how he'd wound up in St. Louis. He said he didn't know much about the group that had brought us here, but suggested I take a look at the guys' left buttocks next time I had a chance. All of the men, he said, had small tattoos of a unicorn.
He surprised me by planting a kiss on my lips. He mentioned again that I had often been in his thoughts over the past several years and he wanted me to make love to him. We stripped and laid down on the bed, touching and fondling each other. He gently made love to me, taking my body and making it his. We sucked on each other for a long time, then he asked me to fuck him. I found a bowl of condoms and put one on. He got on his knees on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to take him doggy-style. I bent over and rimmed his ass for a few minutes, getting him wet, then I slid myself into him.
We hadn't closed the door to the room, and an audience had begun to gather outside the door. They were quiet and respectful of our lovemaking, but watched intensely as we fucked each other. Finally we approached our climaxes together. Duke was also aware of the audience, and I guess he couldn't help but start to give them a show. I joined right in with him. He shot a load all over the sheet without being touched. As he felt me starting to throb, he leaned forward and I came out of him. He turned over quickly, stripped the condom from my cock and started jacking me off rapidly. I came all over his chest. Duke looked up at me and smiled.
I felt hands on my back and a hand reached for my crotch. An older man spun me around and sank to the floor in front of me, cleaning my cock off with his tongue. I saw another man push Duke back onto the bed and start sucking on his cock, too. The orgy was on again.
Eventually, there were seven men in that room. We fucked and sucked in all sorts of combinations. I stuck my cock into the asshole of a gray-haired man while a man in his early 20's with a great physique fucked me. Duke straddled the older man's back and I took his cock into my mouth. A man in is mid-40's rammed his cock up Duke's ass while I sucked. Other men passed through the room, too. In all, we were in there for over three hours servicing anyone who joined us.
When the last man had finally left, Duke and I laid on the bed side by side, both covered in cum. Duke took my hand and told me how much he had enjoyed sharing the afternoon with me. He stood and helped me stand up. The two of us went back upstairs, hand in hand, naked. At the top of the stairs, Duke planted a short but passionate kiss on me, then he turned and went into his bedroom. I walked a little farther down the hallway and went into my room. I didn't see Duke again the rest of the time we were there, but I always heard moans coming from behind his closed bedroom door every time I walked past it the rest of the weekend.
I never did see my partner from the previous night again, either. That night I wound up sleeping with two middle-aged men who both wanted to suck on me while they fucked each other. I believe I fell asleep with my cock in one of their mouths. The next morning when I woke up, there was no one in my bed, but there were two crisp $100 bills lying on the pillow beside me.
That morning we gathered in the living room for one final group grope. I'm guessing Duke was still performing special services because he was nowhere to be found, but the three of us remaining teens got on our knees and we serviced all of the men in the room, one by one, so that we each sucked all of the men for two or three minutes. Finally, they all gathered around us in a circle and jacked each other off until they all came on the three of us. As each came, they stepped back and left the room.
One of the last to leave told us we had an hour and a half to shower and get ready to leave. Since we three had not cum yet, we all went back to my bedroom and fucked each other until each of us had planted a load inside someone, then we showered together.
After we had dressed, we were loaded into a mini-van and taken back to Lambert Field for our flights home. As I had experienced in the past, we were kept separated after we arrived at the airport and I was escorted to the boarding area. Before my escort left, he handed me a plain white envelope and told me it was a gift from my Friday night companion who'd had to leave early. Inside was $500 in cash, mostly $20's and $50's, and nothing else.
As I was waiting to board my flight, I saw Duke walking down the concourse, accompanied by an older man. He saw me, and we waved to each other, but never got the chance to speak with him. I've not seen him since, but I'm hoping we'll meet again someday.
I think I mentioned that I was a swimmer in junior high and high school. Our school didn't have a team, but there was a swimming club in a town not too far from where I lived. I only got to practice once or twice a week during the school year, and even less after I started doing the photo sets, but I did get a chance to do some competitive swimming in high school, which lead to my being asked to be on the college swimming team. It also lead to some bodybuilding.
The coach thought I should put on some extra weight and develop my muscles more in order to be a more powerful swimmer. The coach had me work with a trainer who helped me work on my body. Over my freshman year, I put on a little over twenty pounds and developed my body, losing that thin swimmer build I had in high school. I became more muscular, better developed with more defined abs, pecs and leg muscles. I also became a better swimmer, improving my time considerably.
Because they had part-time jobs, some of the swim team members liked to work out late at night and the coach allowed us access to the weight room after the gym's regular hours. It became common practice to work out naked, too, since the only ones who ever showed up were on the team. Looking back, I often wonder why I didn't get involved with some of the late-night sex play I knew was going on at the gym, but I didn't. I did, however, have one fling with another member of the team.
I was on one of the team trips and for some reason, my roommate at the hotel decided he wanted to dye his hair blonde. He had gone to the drug store down the street from the hotel and purchased a hair dye kit he planned to use. My hair had darkened from the light blond it had been a few years earlier, and he convinced me that I ought to dye mine, too. That night after dinner, we both stripped down to nothing but towels and helped each other apply the dye. He went first to wash the stuff out of his hair and I took the next shower. When I came out of the shower he was sitting on the corner of his bed, his towel open right up between his legs and his cock was dangling there. I couldn't resist. I knew that he was bi because of things I'd seen him do in the weight room and heard him tell the other guys on the team, so I walked up to him, sitting on the bed, dropped to my knees, and began to suck him. We took turns and ended up fucking each other for most of the night.
I thought about trying to have sex with him again, and actually tried one night in the gym to get him alone with me in the shower, but nothing else ever happened between us. In a really strange twist to the story, he got engaged less than a month later and was married by the end of the school year.
As I ended my freshman year, Tom and I decided to take Todd up on an invitation to come out and spend the summer in Las Vegas. We weren't prepared for what happened to us that summer, either. Since we'd both been making porn pics and vids for almost five years, we had expected we would be welcomed by the porn business there with open arms. We were so wrong.
Todd, Don and Abby met Tom and me at the airport, and Todd showed us around and introduced us to a couple of filmmakers he knew. He lined us up with a few auditions and took us to a small apartment building where he'd found us a room for the summer. We spent that evening with them, talking about old times and how the three of them were enjoying their newly found work. Abby had made several movies that had paid well, but she was now helping her Dad, staying more behind the camera than in front of it. Don was taking glamour pictures and doing more portrait work, not quite as involved in the porn business as he had been, but still keeping his feet wet. Todd was working exclusively behind the camera as a production assistant and hadn't made a video of his own in almost a year.
I'd never been to a casting call before. More like a cattle call, if you ask me. Several different guys would show up and strip for the producer, often jacking himself or herself off as part of the audition. There were always cum stains on the floor of the offices. Often, the directors worked without scripts. We were put in a room with a couple of other people, men and women, and told to get hard, jack off, fuck and cum so the camera could see it happen. More often than not, I never even knew the names of the people I worked with, and I never knew the titles of the films my work eventually showed up in.
A lot of the videos I wound up doing weren't all that glamorous. We usually wound up taping at somebody's house or in a cheap motel room. I'd fuck some girl after some mechanical foreplay, or some guy and I would suck each other off before one of us would poke our dick up the other's ass, making sure the climax happened in front of the camera. One guy I worked with didn't get paid for a day's work because he came inside me instead of on my back. He couldn't get hard again to do a second take, so the director threw him out and grabbed another guy to shoot the scene again.
It wasn't all bad, though. I had a couple of interesting experiences that summer. One night, a group of friends Tom and I had made decided to go to a gay strip club. Somehow through a couple of misplaced drinks and shots, I wound up in an amateur strip competition. Although I'd done a lot of group sex by this time, I'd never been on stage to display my wares before. I got taken backstage and selected a fireman's' costume. Before I went out, someone rubbed baby oil all over my body. When I went on stage and started to dance and strip, I got hosed with water, so when the water hit the baby oil, it bubbled up and rolled off of me. It made a pretty sexy sight, since I was still pretty rippled from my swimming days.
I didn't win, but a guy came up to me after the show and introduced himself. He told me that I was exactly what he was looking for and wanted to know if I would be willing to come to his house that night. I was very leery, but one of the guys I was with took me aside and told me whom he was and that he had been responsible for getting people like Ron Jeremy and Peter North, both big porn stars, into the business. By this time, I'd decided I was more interested in doing gay work, and I told him so. He told me that was even better. The other guys all thought this could be a big break for me and urged me to go.
We went to his house, which was the largest house I'd ever seen. In what looked like a garage from the outside, he had a small theater set up, complete with a stage. He asked me if I would repeat my performance from the club, and showed me where to find costumes and props off to one side of the stage. I was amazed that he had all the costumes and props there. He'd obviously done this kind of thing before. I found everything I needed. I rubbed myself with baby oil again and put on the fireman's' costume. When I came back on stage, I was hit with the brightest spotlight I'd ever seen, right in my eyes. I couldn't see anything, but when the music started, so did I. I did the same routine, and he even hosed me down like they had done at the club. I poured it on thick, so thick that by the time I was completely naked, by cock was rock solid. I was turning myself on. When the music stopped, I finished dancing, but he told me to keep going. I asked if he wanted me to keep dancing, and he said no. He wanted me to keep going with my cock, so I did. I started stroking myself and rolled around on the wet stage floor. I saw a box of toys behind a curtain and although I'd never really tried any of them before, I grabbed the biggest dildo I could find and started fucking myself. Right before I was ready to cum, I rolled myself up and managed to get the tip of my cock into my mouth, a trick I hadn't tried since I was 13. I came all over my face and chest, then stretched out on the stage and layed there. The spot light went out.
When the room lights came on, I saw that the room was filled with naked guys. About 15 of them in all, jacking off and sucking each other. I was shocked because I thought I was putting on a private performance. I stepped off of the stage and before I knew what hit me, I was grabbed by two guys about 25 years old who began to fondle my limp dick and lick me clean.
I spent the rest of that night getting fucked by nearly every man in the room, who basically took turns gang-banging me. You can imagine all the ways I got fucked. That night was also the first time I'd ever been in a 5-way. I had two dicks in my ass, one in my mouth and one in each hand. I was so wrapped up in the sex that I forgot I had been taken advantage of. Turned out the guy was staging a private party, and had gone to the club to get the featured entertainment. He had also videotaped everything. He paid me $8,000 for the evening and told me that if I ever needed anything that I should get in touch with him. I haven't talked to him since.
I did one more sex show while I was there. A guy gave me $2,500 to go into a room blindfolded and do a dance routine, which consisted mostly of me just wiggling around and thrusting my crotch forward to show off my dick. During the show, I was sucked, did some sucking and wound up fucking a girl and getting fucked by a guy. I never got to see who I was screwing around with, but the guy showed me the video a couple of days later, and the others involved were damned good looking.
Tom took a part-time job working at a XXX Video store, doing a live peep show. He worked on a stage surrounded by small booths, each of which had a screened window overlooking the stage. I went over one night to watch and found that the booth I was in had a glory hole. The guy in the next booth whispered for me to put my cock through the hole, and he sucked me off to a climax as I watched Tom jack himself off in front of all of the booths around him.
I also did a lot of sex fantasy videos, working through an agency I'd signed with that set me up for different assignments. One of those films nearly cost me my life.
I'd been hired to go to a guy's house to do a fantasy night. After he explained what he wanted me to do, I told him I wasn't interested in doing S&M, but he found my price. He took me into his basement, which had been set up like a dungeon. The room was filled with the nastiest kinds of sex toys, but he assured me that they were there just for effect, and that he wouldn't be using any of them in the video. I told him I was willing to go only so far. He agreed.
We started to do a prisoner/jailer kind of scene. He had me chain him up and then suck him off. I let him fuck me while his hands were chained together. Then he did an escape and I suddenly became his captive. He took me to a bed in the corner of the room and he locked me to it with handcuffs on my wrists and ankles. He started to suck me and finger my ass. It was weirdly erotic. I'd never done anything like that before, and now I had surrendered myself to this guy, trusting him. That's where I made my mistake.
He started slapping me around. I asked him to stop and he didn't. He kept hitting me and I couldn't get away. Then six guys, all naked, came into the room. My thoughts suddenly changed from being angry with the guy to being scared shitless. That night, I was raped by all of them.
They fucked me, beat me up and basically left me for dead. Fortunately, they had taken the handcuffs off before they left, so I was able to free myself. When I was finally able to get myself out of there, I found a phone and called Tom, who drove me to the hospital. I had several broken ribs, cuts on my face from the beatings and gashes on my wrists and ankles from where the handcuffs had held me, and some internal injuries to my kidneys and stomach. I was so doped up that I wasn't able to talk with the police right away, and by the time I was able to tell them everything that had happened, the house had been stripped clean. I wound up staying in the hospital almost three weeks.
While I layed in the hospital, I decided Las Vegas was not where I wanted to be. I went back home to the safety of people I knew and fucks that wouldn't kill me.
NEXT: SETTING UP BUSINESS
You can reach the author and/or relay messages to Kent at chipster071053@yahoo.com