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CHAPTER 12
Clay sat in the back room of the comic shop watching Phillip and a boy named Shaun give each other head. He barely paid any attention as his mind was divided with regret and worry over the way things were going. All he had wanted was to open his own comic shop and get out of the life that he had been forced into when he was younger than either of the boys who were sucking each other off in front of him.
1983
The boy sat on a bench outside of the K-Mart watching and waiting for his mom to finish shopping. It had been more than an hour since she had told him to sit here and wait. She had said that it would only be a few minutes and they would go get some lunch.
"You Clayton?" The man asked as he stood over him. The shadow covered the boy completely.
"Yes, sir."
"Your mom asked me to tell you that she has been held up and asked me to take you down to the Burger King for lunch. She'll meet us there when she can." The man had a very deep voice.
"I don't think that she would do that." Clay said. "Who are you?"
The man bent down to one knee beside the twelve year old boy. "Clay, I'm your father."
"She said you were dead." Clay said.
"She told me that when she called yesterday. Son, your mother left you sitting here so that I could find you. She isn't coming back."
"I don't believe you." Clay said. He knew his mom was depressed and sick a lot but he couldn't believe she would do something like this. His dad was dead, she always said so.
"Here, read this." The man handed out a folded piece of blue paper.
Clay looked at it and saw that it was his mother's hand writing; Her favorite kind of paper too. He unfolded the paper and, with shaking hands read the note.
When he had finished he folded it back and put it in his jacket pocket. He wiped tears from his eyes as he looked up into the man's face.
"You okay?" The man asked softly.
Clay nodded his brown haired head. He stood up. "Where are we going to go?"
"Well, let's get some lunch, then I guess, we go to my home."
"I don't remember your name or anything." Clay said.
"It's okay, son. My name is Roger Ames." He looked at his son but had no idea what to do with the child. Barbara had been so private after the divorce, she had barely told him a thing about his son over the years. Had never allowed him to see the boy. He figured it shouldn't shock him that she had told the boy that his father was dead. To her, he probably was as good as that.
"Let's go then." Clay said. He looked around the parking lot and finally noticed that his mom's old Toyota was gone from where they had parked. She had sneaked out on him, leaving him with a stranger.
1984
"Come on son, you can do this." Roger said to the thirteen year old boy he had raised for nearly a year. What money had was nearly spent. He would have to get the boy to do this job, his first. Their lives, his life, depended on it.
"Dad, this is...wrong." Clay said as he stood by the big bed wearing only a robe. He looked at the boy on the bed. He was older, close to sixteen or so. It wasn't that the boy wasn't cute, he was. He wished he had never told his dad that he liked boys rather than girls. Maybe if he had kept his secret this would never have happened. He had been with Joey Garton several times over the past few months. Joey liked to say that they were boyfriends. It made Clay feels special when the boy called him that.
"It's just a movie, son. You'll be a star." He messaged his son's back through the thin cloth. "Clay, I've never asked you to do anything but I'm going to now. It won't hurt, we talked about it remember? You had sex with the Garton kid, you can take this boy easy."
"Yes sir." Clay said. He took a deep breath and removed the robe. His body was baby smooth. The previous night his father had shaved his pubic hair off. He had kinda liked the feeling of being shaved by his dad. The man had been so loving as he worked. There hadn't been much to hair but his dad said that smooth was the look for boys under fifteen. He felt his cock stir. He had a fair size for his age, about five inches long and three around.
Roger Ames walked off the small set and sat in a chair near the camera. He nodded to the burly man operating the machine. "Okay, son, you ready?" He looked at the two boys on the double bed. He wasn't pleased about bringing the boy in so soon but the choice had been taken from him when his boss had seen the kid.
Clay moved over to the middle of the bed and lay down next to the older boy. He was still unhappy but he had to pretend, had to just look at the other boy and forget that the camera was running.
The sixteen year old boy began moving his hands over Clay's body. He enjoyed the smooth feeling the other boy was sending through him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them he started play acting.
It wasn't hard to do, Jerry, his partner for this scene really was cute and he did want to play with the boy's cock. He relaxed as Jerry took his cock in his mouth and began to suck.
Clay smiled and moaned. The older boy was very good. Not as good as Joey though. This boy seemed less interested, more drugged out in a way. He had seen his dad give the boy a pill and some water before the scene had started, he wondered why his dad hadn't given him one too.
"You have a great cock, kid." Jerry said, smiling down at him. The boy moved in and kissed Clay's mouth, forcing his tongue in.
Clay wrapped his arms around Jerry's neck, pulling him closer. He could feel the boy's semi-hard cock pushing against his thigh.
Roger Ames watches as the two boys made out. He found the scene to be very sexy. He wished they would get to the fucking though. Film costs money and they were wasting it with the fooling around.
"Dude, I want ya to fuck me." Jerry said.
"You're bigger than me." Clay said, confused.
"Yeah, but I can't get all the way hard, man. besides I like getting fucked."
"I.. okay." Clay said. He got to his knees and Jerry moved to lay flat on his back. Clay looked toward his dad then took a tube of KY from the pillow and squirted some on his cock.
Jerry spread his legs and Clay moved between them.
Clay looked down at the boy's asshole. It was stretched a good bit. He could tell the boy had been a bottom a lot more than a top. He hoped that he never got stretched out that way.
He lubed the boy's well fucked ass and slipped his nearly six inch cock into the whole. It was his first time being a top. Joey had always fucked him up the butt. He decided he liked this but wished Jerry wasn't so drugged out and stretched. There wasn't much tightness surrounding his cock as he began to push in and out of the older boy.
"Ooh, baby, that's nice." Jerry said, his words slurred noticeably. The drugs were working hard and Jerry was feeling real good.
Clay doubted that his average cock was making the boy feel that great. He doubted the boy could even feel him in there. He concentrated on what he was doing, pushing in and pulling out, trying to make a good show of it. He was enjoying himself but he didn't feel like it would take more than another few minutes to cum.
"Yeah, fuck me, little dude!" Jerry said. The boy was acting, his moans and grunts were so memorized that he could just lay there, zoned out and do his part for the bucks he got in return.
Clay closed his eyes, thought about Joey, and pulled his cock out, jacking it fast until a few shots of cum shot out and landed against Jerry's chest with a splat.
Jerry opened his eyes, more from the shock of the warm cum than any indication that he wasn't being fucked any more.
"Cut!" Roger yelled. "That was great boys. Great. Clay, son, I am very proud of you." He sat on the edge of the bed and gave his son a hug. He tried to show the boy affection, but not as much as he wanted to really show him. Not wanting the temptation to fuck his own son the way he did the cheap hustlers that ran around the sets.
Clay returned the hug and smiled. He knew his dad loved him and he would do whatever the man wanted.
NOW
"Clay, dude! Where you at, man?" Shaun said. He was sitting next to Phillip, his hand wrapped around the other boy's hard cock.
"Sorry guys. I was drifting off." He stood and walked over to the bed. "What are you two into for the day?"
"Just a little suck and fuck, I guess. I was trying to get your attention because we have company." Shaun said, nodding to the man standing behind them.
Clay turned in shock. He watched his father with slanted eyes and a frown on his face.
Roger Ames stood near the door to the back room. He leaned on a wood and silver topped walking stick. His pin stripped suit perfectly pressed and tie in a classic style.
"I thought I locked that." Clay said as he turned back to the boys. "I'll set the cameras up at the foot and the right side of the bed. Let's get some oral and when I get back we'll do anal with a hand cam." He said.
Phillip and Shaun nodded. They could make any adjustments to camera position themselves if need be. They were both well trained in how to run film sessions. Clay had always preferred they film each other or have other boys do the work, saying that other boys knew the angles to get the hottest shots.
"We'll go to the basement." Clay said as he turned back to the man who had raised him since he was twelve. He looked at the old man, nearing sixty now, graying hair and slight paunch over the belt.
Roger Ames followed his son down the steps into the dingy, very dungeon- like basement.
"What are you doing here, dad?" Clay said as he took a seat in a director's chair.
"I've been hearing some things I don't like. A friend with the local police has informed me that he has been hearing about talk of a raid on a kiddie porn ring here in town. Now, as far as I know, you're the only one running a studio at the moment. Have you been having trouble with someone that might rat out this place?" The man was holding back anger. He had not liked the idea of backing this ridiculous business his son wanted to run but he also figured it would be a good way to attract young guys to be in the movies. Business opportunities had to come before any family considerations so he had agreed to back the comic shop if his son ran the studio and brought in new talent.
"As far as I know, everybody's pretty content. I've lost a couple of boys recently but that's to be expected."
"Lost them?" Roger said.
"One moved to Ohio when his dad was transferred for work and the other quit when he got a regular boyfriend."
"You couldn't get him to bring the boyfriend in?"
"I tried but saw that it wasn't going to work out."
"I guess you didn't try very hard then." Roger Ames said. He had remained standing. His large framed body just as intimidating as it had been when the boy was twelve.
"They are in love, dad. Something I never found. I didn't really want to try, okay?"
"It's not okay, boy. I put up a lot of cash to get this location set up. You agreed..."
"I know, okay. I've done everything you wanted and made a lot of films in a short time. You haven't had any complaints about productivity have you?" Clay stood back up. He still felt like the little boy being pushed into something he didn't want, being intimidated in the same ways as always.
"No, son, I have no complaint. You have made a terrific amount of progress and produced some high selling product. I just want you to keep your eyes and ears open for trouble. From what I was told the police are interested because of something a boy told them, possibly more than one."
"I'll check into things, sir."
"You know how to handle this if you find that someone is talking?" The man asked; His voice stone cold.
"Yes sir." Clay said. He remembered what had happened to that boy he made his first film with. Jerry Barlow was in a wheelchair for life because of the beating that this man had ordered, all because Jerry became too much of a drug addict to perform any more. "I'll handle this."
"Good boy. You know what happens if I have to come back and handle it myself?"
"Yes, I know." Clay said.
"Good. Don't forget you have a scene going upstairs. Looked like a hot one to. That Phillip boy looks like he's a real slut. Just like you were." Roger Ames said. He smiled and started laughing as he walked out of the basement and up the stairs.
Clay stood where he was; not ready to go back upstairs, not sure what to do next. He looked around before walking back up the stairs to finish the scene the boys were getting into.
Phillip and Shaun were sitting on the bed talking. Both cameras were turned off. They looked at Clay as he came up the steps into view.
"What was that about?" Phillip asked. He had heard part of the discussion because of the vocal level the two men had been using. It had not sounded like a pleasant conversation.
"Family business. That was my dad." Clay said. "Why'd you guys stop?"
"We both shot our loads and turned the cameras off to save film." Phillip answered.
"Oh, okay. Good job." Clay sat on the edge of the bed.
"You okay, dude?" Shaun asked. He had moved up behind Clay and began messaging his shoulders.
"Yeah, thanks. That feels good, bud." He said as he turned his head to see the boy pressed to his back. It had been a good while since he had enjoyed any time with his boys. "Phillip, make sure that the front is locked up and come on back here."
"Sure, Clay." He got off the bed and pulled his shorts up over his hairy legs. He noticed his bush needed a trim as he slipped the shorts over his hips.
Clay watched Phillip slip the shorts on. He wondered how sexy the boy would be with a shaved ass and pubes. He realized he had never filmed a shaving scene and decided to put that on the board for this film. Shaun could use a shave too.
"Sexy as hell, ain't he?" Shaun said into Clay's ear as he leaned into the man. He was hard again and wanted some attention from the older guy. Phillip was his favorite ass boy but when he wanted a fuck, he wanted a man.
Phillip came back into the back room and turned the deadbolt on the heavy door. He watched the way Shaun was kissing and playing with Clay's neck and he began to get pissed. When all this ended he wanted to be the one that Clay decided to be with for good, for real.
"How would you two feel about a shaving scene?" Clay asked. He stood up, ignoring Shaun's advances.
"Shaving, as in pubes and ass?" Shaun asked. "I've never done that, dude."
"It shows." Clay said as he stood up.
"I'm good with it." Phillip added. "I was just thinking it was time for a trim but I guess I can go bald down there for a while."
"Fuck, no. I'll let you trim but I ain't shaving my pubes, dude." Shaun said as covered his private parts.
"That's fine, Shaun. A trim for you and a full shave off for Phillip. You can do each other and it should make for a sexy scene for this flick." Clay said. He started wondering if he had the materials on hand to do the scene or if he'd have to hit a pharmacy on the way home.
"Can we wait a week, man?" Phillip asked.
"Why?"
"I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday for a full examination."
"Yeah, I guess we'll just do it for the next film then. Maybe we can get a lot of the guys and do a whole shave and trim short film."
"Thanks for understanding, man." Phillip said relieved. He didn't want the embarrassment of explaining his smooth look to the family doctor.
"No problem bud." Clay said. He always wanted to be the kind of guy that let the boys run their schedules as much as possible. He had hated the way his dad had always made the rules and stuck to them like glue. He felt that he got the cooperation that he did, because he was easy to work with.
1986
Clay pulled his legs up to his chest. The boy above him was working his ass with three fingers and Clay enjoyed every second of it. For more than two years he had been making porn movies and almost always being the bottom. There had been times, like with Jerry, that he got to top but they were becoming fewer and farther apart. His cock hadn't grown much past the six inches he'd had at age thirteen. Now, two weeks from his sixteenth birthday, he could count having at least forty different guys fucking his ass. Most older than him but some younger. Those were the ones that bothered him. Having a fourteen year old guy with an eight inch cock plowing his ass annoyed him every time. His dad had always been nice to him about his lack of growth but had always said that this would mean he would be a bottom for life. His father had never had sex with him. That was the one good thing about his life. He didn't think he could ever stand having his dad fuck him.
"Would you wake the fuck up!" Roger Ames yelled. He was sick of the boy drifting off to dream land in the middle of a scene.
"I'm sorry, dad. I'll do better." Clay said, red with shame. He had been trying so hard to keep himself in the moment and not drift. The blank periods of daydreaming had been getting worse over the previous year.
"Okay, son. I'm sorry, I yelled." Roger looked at the camera man. "Let's set up and go from just before penetration. You get that James?"
"Yes sir." The boy said form the bed. He moved back between Clay's legs. His eyes roamed the boy's completely smooth body. It was unusual to see a boy his age so smooth but it turned him on. He knew Clay was a little younger than him but he looked a lot younger.
Clay got himself comfortable and in position again. He smiled at the older boy. He loved the way his body felt. Even though he didn't have to stay smooth any more he kept the look because he enjoyed it. He enjoyed having his dad shave him even though he could do most of that himself. He had been in three films where there were shaving scenes and those were the only times his father hadn't handled the task.
"James, I want you to really give it to him. Hard, fast and rough." Roger Ames said. He liked to watch his young son taking guys' cocks up his ass. He had often thought about fucking the boy himself but just could bring himself to do it. He would usually just get James or one of the others to spread their legs for him when he was in the mood for boy pussy. He had a girlfriend but she couldn't give head for shit.
James nodded his shaggy hair covered head. The boy had thick hair, a slightly hairy chest and a ten inch dick that looked like a tree limb. His balls hung low and were also covered in curly dark hair. At nearly eighteen he would be moving on to adult features pretty soon.
Clay felt the head of the huge cock pushing at his ass. There was some pain as it slid past the muscle but he managed it okay. He was not to thrilled with his dad's instruction to James, to make it rough though. Taking a cock that size was hard enough but for the guy to be rough with him...
"Yeah, you're my pussy boy!" James said as he began slamming his hard ten inches deep into Clay's ass. "You're so tight." He slammed in hard and pulled all the way out, then slammed in again. He continued this for nearly fifteen minutes before he pulled his cock out of the stretched hole and jacked out eight solid streams of cum across the other boy's smooth skin.
Clay breathed deep and smiled. He had enjoyed the fucking and was very pleased that James hadn't been as rough as he had expected. He hoped the guy wouldn't catch hell from his father.
"That was good, guys. Not as heavy a scene as I was wanting but it'll do." Roger Ames said. He was well and truly pissed inside that James hadn't given Clay's ass the pounding he had wanted him to.
Clay stood and pulled his robe around his cum soaked body.
1988
"Dad? Can we talk?" Clay asked. He looked at his dad sitting in his recliner resting.
"What do you need, son?" Roger asked. He had a feeling that he knew what the boy had on his mind. He had wanted to avoid the talk for as long as possible but it was becoming evident that he couldn't put it off any longer.
Clay walked into the dark den. The TV was on but the sound was muted. On the screen was a scene that had been shot years before. It was Clay first scene. He watched himself take the cock in his mouth, then turned his head back to his dad.
"That was a good while ago." Clay said.
"Almost six years now." Roger replied. "I guess we need to have the talk about your future, son."
"Yeah, I guess so." Clay said. He had graduated high school a few months before. He had finished a year late but he had finished all the same. He hadn't been in a film in six months.
"You know why you haven't been working, don't you Clay?"
"I guess I'm too old." Clay answered.
"Yeah, son. It happens to everybody sooner or later. You had a long run, a good run. Your youthful look and keeping yourself smooth kept you working a year or so longer than most boys get to in this business. You came out of this without a drug or alcohol habit and with a nice savings account."
"A savings account?" It was first he had heard about it.
"I've been stashing some money back ever since that first film. Saving for your future. I wanted you to be able to go to college or whatever you wanted to do. It's a nice nest egg for you." Roger watched the action on the screen. He remembered how much he had regretted pushing his son into the business back then.
"How much?" Clay asked.
"Oh, about seventy thousand I'd guess. I haven't checked lately."
"Thanks, dad. I always kinda thought that you had just used all the money for our house and your Jag."
"I used a good bit for us to live a comfortable lifestyle. Son, you made a lot of movies in six years. Many of those films still sell in big numbers. You earned the organization a good two or three million all on your own."
"I didn't realize I was that popular." Clay said.
"It was your look that made you son. You were an oddity with your totally smooth body and average cock. You still look sixteen most of the time." Roger said.
"It was because of you dad. It was your idea to shave and keep smooth, after a while, I just liked the feel and look of it. I'll probably be this was for years."
The two men sat silently, watching the porn film that had started it all.
"You can go on to college if you want, or, you can go into the production end of the business. A good camera man than can be trusted earns a good salary. Maybe some day you can even direct if you want to. There have been other boys who grew up and have become some of my best crew and assistant directors. Or, you can do adult films. You could probably get another five or six years in. That look of yours can make you another hundred thousand or so."
"I think I'd like that. The production and directing end, not more acting, that is; I thought about going on into adult porn but it worries me. I don't want to get sick and I know a lot of them do."
"We have always been very careful about protection, Clay. I've only lost two boys to AIDS in the years since it showed up. I've lost a few to drug overdoses and such too. Hell, one of my boys is a writer out in Hollywood now. He wrote one of the big hits movies a few years ago."
"Yeah, I remember him. I think I did three or four scenes with him before he quit." Clay said.
"I guess that's that then. You want to start tomorrow?" Roger was relieved that the boy was dealing with this transition so well. He couldn't help but think of the few boys that killed themselves over the years because they weren't emotionally able to make the change. He prayed Clay would be okay through it all.
2000
"You've done good work, son." Roger said. He watched the film that Clay had been directing for the past week. "This'll make a mint. You really have a good eye for what's sexy. Good eye for the right boy's to do it, too. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks, dad. I've been working and saving my money for a long time." Clay thought about the years he had put in after leaving the kiddie porn acting. He had worked production and starred in a few adult films with men his age but they didn't please him the way they had when he was a boy. The directing, now that he had enjoyed.
"Saving your money, for what?"
"I want to open a comic book store, dad. I've always loved comics and I want to do something different for a while."
"You want to stop directing? You wanted this so much, son." Roger said. He was very confused. He knew the boy had a passion for funny books, sure, but to open a store and sell them? What kind of life could he make for himself?
"I have enjoyed it, dad. I think I made some good movies." Clay looked at his dad.
"I suppose it could be workable. Good way to find new boys, that's for sure..."
"Dad, I don't..."
"Clay, if you want to do this I will help you, but you have to agree to do a little scouting for me. Maybe direct a film from time to time."
Clay looked at his father. He wanted his store and he probably had enough saved to make it on his own, but what if he didn't? What if the store was a failure? How would he live?
"We can get a nice big building, set you up a studio in the back for when you do want to film a few scenes."
"Okay, dad. I guess that could work. I want control though. I want to decide who to use and how. I want to handle the whole thing on my own."
"You got it son, no interference from my end. I'll provide the sets and props, you find the location and we'll get a team in to put the place together."
"Okay, thanks dad. You've always been there for me. I love you dad." Clay said. He hugged his father.
"I love you too, son." He hugged his son back, planting a peck on his fuzzy, un-shaved cheek.
NOW
"Phillip, Shaun, you two can head out for the day. I've got something to take care of." Clay said when he came out of his dreaming.
"Anything I can help with?" Phillip asked as he came to Clay's side. He looked at the older man and knew, as always, that he wanted to spend his life with this man. He would do anything for him. Anything.
"Maybe you can. Let's talk." Clay said.
With great annoyance at being dismissed, Shaun left the store and headed for Tommy's house. At least there he could get a good fucking, either from Tommy or his brother, Greg.
"Phillip, I know that you have feelings for me." Clay took the boy's hands in his. " I care for you as well. You were my first boy when I started out on my own. I need something from you Phillip. I need you do find out something for me, but you have to be careful."
"What is it?" He asked, ready and willing to do anything short of murder.
"Someone in our little family may be talking to the police. Either that, or there is another studio working in town. I want you to find out. Talk to the other boys, spend time with them away from here."
"I get you, and I have a good idea where to start too." Phillip remembered the conversation in the basement from the day before. Jesse and his boy toy had been talking to Tommy about something private, something they had wanted him to come over and take part in. He had meant to go but got tied up with other things and forgot.
"You do this for me, Phillip, and I will give you whatever you want, including me, permanently, if that is what you have in mind." Clay said. he meant everything too. He could see himself settling down with Phillip. He was getting older, in another year he would be done with this kind of work anyway. Maybe, by then, he would be too and they could be happy together.
"I'll get to work on it tonight." Phillip said.
"That's my boy." Clay said, pulling Phillip close to him as they began to kiss.