It's Show Time

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It's Show Time: My First Porn Flick

By Simon Peter

"Meet Sinclair," the director tells me when I walk into the studio the morning after I have signed the contract to shoot a porn movie for $15,000. I am full of anticipation. This is my first, and the money is sweet and big. I honestly don't know what to expect.

The evening before, they had emailed me "the script." It isn't much of a script, really. I'm supposed to be this macho guy who meets this teen kid in a park and take him home for a fucking session. Oh, well.

porn viewers don't really care for a complicated story line. They want fucking action-hard sex-and that's what it all involves. That's also fine with me. I am not an actor and I don't want to be. But my screening has gone well and the cameras seem to like me.

So, this is Sinclair! Uuuu, I think, the name sounds so British. Actually, it turns out that Sinclair does come from England, and he does have a British accent, which I am told is considered very sexy for a bottom. Why? I wouldn't know. Why would a British accent turn people on? It sounds so racist. I personally think that a British accent sounds intellectual and civilized. Apparently, for porn lovers, it sounds effeminate and suitable for a "bottom." But, who am I to say?

Unlike me, Sinclair looks 16-17 years old although, for real, he is 22. He has a cute face, red hair, pouty lips, and an all-in-all very seductive attitude. I can tell this is not his first time. Fuck! My co-star is a pro.

So, anyway, we chat for a while until the cameraman tells us that today's shoot is outdoors.

"What?" I exclaim, hardly able to contain my surprise. "You mean we are going to do a porn scene out in public?"

He laughs. "No, Ed," he explains. "This is the opening scene where you and Sinclair meet in the park. I promise you, there will not be any 'action' out there. Besides, it's a short introductory scene."

We walk over across the street from the studio to this small park. I notice that there are two hunks stationed at the entrance-body guards! They probably want to make the area secure from curious on-lookers. I am made to sit on a bench. I am told to undo my shirt buttons down to the lower middle of my chest, showing my chest hair and part of my trail. My nipples peek from under the shirt. The director studies me and says, "Ed, can you position your, ah, dick to be outlined more in your jeans?"

I push my hand down my jeans and move my cock sideways. It is already half erect. The director looks at it appreciatively. Sinclair stands by, looking as cute as a button, wearing jogging shorts and loose- hanging running shirt with a low neck line.

The cameras start rolling. I lean back as the camera moves in to take my revealed chest, slowly moving down to my crotch, focusing on the bulge and the dick outline. Cut. It's Sinclair's turn. They shoot him jogging down the path. I can tell that he is free-balling, and the cameraman zooms in to his bouncing dick and balls as he jogs towards it. He jogs past me, notices me, continues on for a few meters, stops and starts doing leg stretches, glancing back to study me as I pretend to raise my face towards the sun, my eyes hidden under my sunglasses. The cameraman moves in alternating between my chest and outlined dick and Sinclair's butt and smooth thighs.

Sinclair is supposed to walk back towards the bench and pretend to innocently ask me if I had any water. I take off my sunglasses and look him over from head to toe. The cameraman tells me to stare at his mid-section and lick my lower lip. Fuck! This never happens in real life. Apparently, it does happen in a porn flick. I do as I am told. I am supposed to say that I don't have any water but the kid is welcome to cold lemonade back at my apartment across the street. The kid accepts and the cameras follow us as we walk back to the studio.

That is it! Wow, I have shot my first scene.

We sit in the studio in front of a 32" screen and wait for the camera people to set up the footage.

Henry and Leslie, the two people who have screened me the day before are not here. There is the director and the crew, and of course Sinclair and myself. I am impressed by the virgin footage, which, I am told, will later be edited. I look hot, so does Sinclair. I would definitely buy the flick with a picture of me, half-bare hairy-chested, cock jeans-outlined, lazing back in the sun. I am also impressed by the takes of Sinclair's jogging. The cameraman has captured the sexiness of the kid's body, his smooth thigh and leg muscles, the bouncing dick and balls, the firm, bubble-butt. Most interesting were the shots of me and Sinclair walking back to the apartments. Two hot butts! It is already evident that it will be me topping Sinclair. I can almost visualize the men watching the flick rubbing their erecting penises as they watch us wiggle our butts.

"Ok, men," the director, Sam, says after he approves the footage. "We'll start with the making out. I don't want you to waste much time before you start necking, ok?"

Nodding our heads, we take our position just inside the entrance to the studio, with me starting to close the door. Action. I push the door closed and pull Sinclair to me by the waistband of his shorts. He smiles and meets my lips. We slobber on each other right there by the closed door. As we move over to the couch, I am told to rub Sinclair's butt cheeks over the satin jogging shorts, which I very willingly do. The viewers are probably hard by now, their erections straining against their pants, if they are not already totally naked, that is!

We sit on the couch and resume the necking. Sinclair slides his hand inside my open shirt and plays with my chest hair. "Yes," Sam comments from behind the camera. "Keep doing that Sinclair. That's erotic." The cameraman zooms in on my chest and Sinclair's hand playing with my hair patch and my nipples.

"Ed," Sam instructs, "make sure you are always rubbing Sinc's ass."

And what a hot ass it is! I start growing an erection, and as soon as Sinclair's hand moves down to my crotch, I am already hard. He runs his hand over my erection and grabs the shaft as we maintain kissing. The camera again zooms in to my crotch. "Sinclair, grip Ed's shaft so the camera can see the erection. Ed, keep your erection. It already looks very impressive." As if I am going to lose my erection!

Ha!

Cut. What the fuck! What have I done wrong? We seem to be having a hot time. But it's not about us having a good time, is it? Ok, so we cut and turn to Sam. "Right, boys," he says. "Strip naked. I don't want to waste any footage on you taking off your clothes. By now your audience is hungry for skin. We need to get to the action."

We strip and I study Sinclair's body. He is smooth all over. Even his pubes are shaved. Damn! I wish he has kept his pubes. I bet they would look sexy, red-colored like his hair. But they want a man-boy flick and it will not do if the boy has man-like hair all over his body. Wow! I think. He does look 16. Even 14!

His dick is limp and I notice the foreskin covering his cockhead. His cock hangs long over his smooth balls, but looks thin. Long and thin! Definitely teen-looking!

Action. "Camera One," Sam says, "move up Ed's legs-show the hair on the thighs-and run slowly over his cock. Zoom in on the head. I want to see heat! Throbbing! Lust!"

I lie back as the cameraman takes the close ups. Sam tells Sinclair that he has to act extremely hungry for sex and extremely horny for me. He tells him that the camera is now shooting my body in detail as if it is him who is studying me. "Show lust, Sinc."

And that's what Sinclair does. He kneels and starts on my dick and balls. Kissing, fondling, licking. I throb. "Ok," Sam says. Shit! Why doesn't Sam let the kid do his stuff. "Sinclair. Suck that cock as if your life depended on it."

Sinclair grabs my cockhead with his lips and with one professional move swallows the whole 20- centimeter (8-inch) shaft down to the base, without even flinching. Not many, be it a chick or a guy, can deep-throat me, and none as easily as Sinclair! I grab his thick red hair and push him tighter into my groin. "Yes!" exclaims Sam. "Ed, yes, good, push hard on the back of Sinc's head! Get your cockhead through his throat. Sinc, gag! Make as if you are choking on that dick. Gag even if you don't want to.

Some coughing and slobbering, too."

The camera moves in. I need to pump. I really need to fuck this kid's face. But I hold the pressure, impatiently waiting for the camera to take the close-up of the deep-throat, of the spit seeping out of Sinclair's mouth, of the gagging. Finally, Sinclair pushes his head back at my hand and I release the pressure. He moves up the shaft to the head and works it with his lips and tongue. "Lick down the shaft to the balls," Sam instructs.

Man, this breaks my concentration. It's like we're in a phys ed class, for Pete's sake. I sigh and stay with the flow. I don't dare move since now I am waiting for "instructions." I look at Sam. "DON'T LOOK AT ME OR THE CAMERA," he shouts.

Fuck! Ok, ok! "You have to be natural. Forget about the camera. Forget about me. You're getting a blowjob. Concentrate on that!"

Jesus! How can I concentrate with all the instructions and the do-this do-that? Again, this is show biz. I lie back, not moving. "Yes," Sam says approvingly. I try my best to control the urge of looking at him.

"Ed, yea, you're the top here. So, just sit back and watch Sinc suck on your dick. Guys love to watch that. They love to see the top dominate without moving a muscle. They love to see the twinkie teen adore a thick big man-dick, as if it's their own."

Ok, I think. But this is not the way I like to do it. I like to have more passion, such as buck into his mouth, fondle his hair and cheeks, hold my shaft as he works the head, maybe slap his face cheek with my cock or rub the spit around his eyes. No... I can't do any of this. I just lie back and let the cameraman zoom in on the sucking and Sinclair's face, filled with hard cock-meat. Sinclair loves this, of course. He is the star now, slobbering on my fucking dick. So I let him.

"Whenever you feel you are going to lose your load, Ed," Sam instructs, "raise your hand and pull out.

We don't want to see cum yet."

I wonder, and why not? Isn't that what everyone is waiting for? I have to say something.

"Sam," I croak. "Why can't I cum in Sinclair's mouth?"

"First, Ed," Sam explains patiently, "because this will lose you your erection. Second, the money shot comes at the end of the flick."

"Well, Sam," I reply, also patiently, "I can retain my erection after I cum. There is no problem with that.

Also I think that our viewers would love to see more than one money shot, as you call them." I think that I am being fairly reasonable.

Cut! Now what?

Sinclair releases my dick and sits on the floor between my thighs. Sam comes over. "Eddie, Eddie," he sighs. "I fully understand that this your first flick, ok? But you have to realize that it is I who decides what, when, where, inside whose mouth or ass, even how many fucking spurts you can shoot!"

I stare back at him. He is right, of course. I'm totally green in this. All I know about porn flicks is as a periodical viewer. Actually, what the hell DO I know other than jack my meat off as I watch professional porn stars fuck?

I concede. "I'm sorry, Sam," I respond acquiescently. "You are perfectly right. And I appreciate your patience with me. I'll follow your instructions."

Sam smiles and reaches for my dick, grabbing it and stroking up and down the slick spit-covered, hard shaft. "Ed, you are hot and I like you a lot." He squeezes my cock. "I really like the fact that you can keep a hard-on after you ejaculate. Very few can do this. What I will do is I will take this into serious consideration when I prepare for the next movie, and, Ed, you will star in it and cum to your heart's content. I'll make sure of that, ok?"

He releases my dick and walks back to where he has been standing just behind and to the left of the cameraman. "Can we get to the fucking now? Ed, I want you to suck Sinclair's dick, make him hard. At the same time, finger his hole and stretch it. There is some lube on the side table next to the couch, over there." I nod my head. Sinclair stands up, his cock is still limp. "Then," Sam continues, "I want you to pull Sinclair by the hair and push him onto the couch on his back. Spread his legs and eat his ass. Can you do that?"

"Yea," I say.

"I also want you to fuck him bare. No condoms. Sinclair is clean, so don't worry. And Sinc, we ran blood tests on Ed and he is also clean. Sinc, when Ed penetrates you, scream out loud. I want to hear it loud, you got that? But quickly change the scream to whimpers and moans and groans, you know. Ed, fuck Sinc hard, ok? Keep the ejaculation until I tell you. I want you to withdraw and shoot on Sinc's butt hole and balls and dick. Sinc, as soon as Ed withdraws from your ass, jerk yourself hard and fast. It would be best if you cum at the same time Ed's squirts hit your butt and balls. But if you can't, keep at it anyway. We will work out the syncing of the cum shots later."

Wow! I am glad Sam has given all the instructions before we start. Now, I can get to fuck without interruptions, just the way I like it. Little do I know!

I spread Sinclair's legs holding onto his smooth thighs, kneeling between his legs, and bend down on his crotch to take his limp dick inside my mouth. I take the whole length to the base and feel it twitch and start to harden. With my lips pursed around the shaft, I bob up and down as he erects. Fuck, it's long. I can barely go down half the length before I need to fight back the gagging reflex. I breathe hard through my nose and swallow. I'm glad that he has shaved pubes since there are no hairs to tickle my nose as I swallow down to the base. My fingers are playing his ass crack probing him. He wriggles his butt as I find his hole and push inside his body with the tip of my finger. He is fully erect now, his dick even longer than mine, but pencil-thin. It feels nice as I lick under his foreskin around his pink cockhead. He squirms and moans.

Sam seems to like all of this because he doesn't interrupt. I feel that this should be enough cock sucking for me and that it is time I take it further. I lick down the underside of Sinclair's awesomely long cock to his balls. They are very smooth as I swallow one then the other. He raises his legs and his butt crack is open for me. My finger is already halfway into him. I turn it round and round, stretching his ass. I notice the cameraman getting close-up shots of this. I bend and rim the ass with my tongue as my fingers stretch the fuck hole.

As soon as I feel that Sinclair is slick enough and his hole is relaxed to be fucked, I rub my cock inside his crack and find the hole. I hold him by the ankles and raise his butt up. My cockhead is just at the puckered, pink hole. With one thrust I enter and plunge all the way in. Sinclair screams. I hear muffled exclamations from the crew behind us. It must have looked awesome, plundering Sinclair's ass like this. I pull out completely, my cock engorged and throbbing. Then I plunge in again, all the way. Sinclair emits more screams turning them to whimpering. "Oh, yes, baby," he whimpers in a boy's voice. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big man cock!"

Sam still doesn't interfere. I start thrusting in and out when I suddenly feel heat on my balls and ass.

What the fuck? Looking down, I see a spotlight shoved under me, hitting my balls and cock shaft as it moves in and out of Sinclair's fuck hole. My cock looks fantastically erotic, I must admit. Seeing it with the light spotting it from below I realize that this increases its size. I can also clearly see Sinclair's hole rim skin stretch out every time I pull out, then stretch in when I thrust back into him. My fucking gets harder, deeper, and faster and I am sweating like a pig with the spot light burning my butt. I am ready to shoot a load and I really want to dump it inside Sinclair's ass. But I hold back a little, remembering Sam's instructions.

"Gonna shoot," I whisper, panting.

"Take it out," Sam orders from behind me. "Sinc, jerk off and cum." Fuck, what a weird order: jerk off and fucking cum! Just like that!

I pull out of Sinclair's hole, regretfully, and point my dick at his balls and ass crack. Sinclair is working his pencil-rod furiously. I see his balls shrink and I know he's very close. I stroke up and down my own cock shaft, gripping it tightly, feeling the buildup of sperm in my balls. Sinclair ejaculates noisily onto his smooth belly and his fuck-hole twitches with each squirt. This sets me off and I explode all over his balls, thighs, crack, and exposed, twitching hole, some spraying his smooth belly and chest. Without waiting for any instructions from Sam, with my cock dripping cum, I plunge back into Sinclair's hole. He jumps with a real scream, not expecting my invasion. Sam inhales audibly as I fuck Sinclair again, my own cum lubing my dick as I slide in and out. Sinclair's hole starts seeping cum with my second ejaculation. I empty gallons of hot juice into him.

When I finally pull out, semi-erect and flexing, Sam claps! "Awesome," he cries. "Fuck, Ed, you're a natural porn star. I love the second fuck. Wow! I can't wait to see it in the footage from the underside angle of the camera below you. Aaaaawsome!" He claps his hands twice more with satisfaction.

I smile with some pride. Sinclair still has an astonished look on his face. "You cummed twice within seconds, man!" he exclaims.

"Want a third?" I smile at him fisting my cock.

The cameraman snickers behind me. One of the crew guys comes over and says to me as he hands me a towel: "I have to say this. For as long as I have been in this business, Ed, and it's been quite some time now, I have never seen two intense fucks right after each other using the same hard dick. As Sam says, I repeat 'awesome'."

"Wow," I exhale as my self-pride inflates like a balloon. "Thanks, man."

The cameraman says, unashamedly, "Ed, for this performance, you can do the same to me anytime you want." He taps his butt. "This can be yours for the asking."

I laugh and thank him, saying that he's cute enough for me to take him up on his offer. I am still erect!

Sam is watching all of this. Eventually, he says, "Ok, cuties, let's get done, work on the footage, and plan for the next shot. Ed and Sinclair, we should be ready for you kids in about a few hours, say at 4 o'clock. Be here with your dicks and asses ready! Looks like Ed is already ready!" He adds as he stares at my erection.

We're back at 4 sharp. Sam and the crew are already in the studio, ready to roll. We both say hi, and they all greet us with smiles on their faces.

"What?" I ask. "What's funny?"

"Boys," Sam says, his smile widening even more, "after looking at the footage from this morning, I believe we have a winner. The crew and me, we all agree that this is going to be a hit!"

I beam. My first porn flick and I am a porn star! This means really big money. My heart beats hard inside my chest and I grab Sinclair and kiss him. "A lot of the credit goes to this hot guy," I say, not wanting to take all the credit.

"This is all good and mushy," Sam says. "Let's get to work. Ed, Sinc, there's no need for the making out and stuff. Strip naked. Ed, lube up and stay bare. Sinc, I need you to rub some oil on your nipples. I need them hard for Ed. Your butt cheeks, too. Let them shine, baby."

We do as we are told. This scene is a sideways fuck, which will focus on Sinclair's smooth boy-body. It will show my dick moving in and out of his ass and my hairy legs spreading his smooth thighs wide to allow the camera to take clear shots of the fucking. I am instructed to squeeze Sinclair's nipples, make him suck on my fingers, and rub his dick. Sam tells me to repeat the money shot on Sinclair's butt and balls, but aim more on his chest this time. He doesn't want me to repeat the fucking as I have done in the morning. "Just shoot your load and let Sinclair wipe it off with his fingers and suck it into his mouth.

We will focus on him this time," he instructs.

We do the scene, and things work out great, as far as I can tell. I cum pretty heavily, shooting some seven or eight big squirts and dripping more on Sinclair's nuts. Aside from the porn thing, I am really enjoying all this fucking. My awareness of other people and cameras and lights is receding.

"Ed, are you up for the next scene?" Sam asks me when I lie back, panting and dripping cum. "Or do you need some time before you can go at it?"

"Fuck, no," I respond. "Let Sinclair eat my dick and I will be hard and ready in an instant."

I hear the cameraman's comment, "What a fuck machine!" and the crew guys laugh at that.

Yes. I'm a fucking machine and I can fuck the whole lot of them together. I am so full of pride.

"Ok, then," Sam rubs his hands together. "Ed, don't freak out. This is the last scene and we are going to switch roles. Sinclair will fuck you and jerk you off until you shoot your load. Have you been fucked before?"

I hum and haw. "This is not in the contract, Sam."

"Oh?" he is surprised. "Hold on."

He fishes out his cell. "Hello? Yea, Sam here, Henry. Just wanted to check with you. Yea, everything is going great. But Ed is saying that getting fucked is not included in his contract."

He nods his head and asks me: "Henry says how much will it cost us for you to do the scene?"

"One grand," I blurt out.

"He says one thousand dollars, Henry," Sam says on the phone. He nods his head and ends the call.

"Ok, Ed, you got your grand. Now go get fucked!"

I can hardly believe that I am able to make an extra thousand dollars just by saying that I want to. This whole thing has to be re-thought carefully. I have the feeling that what I am asking is under what they expect to fork out.

I lie on my back and spread my legs. It's not that I haven't been probed by a guy's cock before; I have.

But I prefer to do the fucking myself. However, Sinclair looks delicious and his dick is not thick.

Sinclair kneels between my thighs and grabs my hard cock. He strokes me as he lubes my hole with his tongue and finger. The cameras start to shoot. When Sinclair places his hands on the couch on either side of me, he leans down and penetrates my ass. I don't scream, of course. Tops getting fucked are not supposed to scream. The scream comes out of Sinclair's mouth! He slides all the way. Fuck, he fills me with his very long dick. I push back at his shaven crotch. I really wish he has thick pubes instead. It looks weird!

The scene goes on until Sinclair pulls out of me, sits on my thighs and jerks both of our cocks at the same time. I shoot first, covering my hairy chest with thick cum. Then, moments later, Sinclair squirts strings of juice onto my body, mixing with my own cum.

"Sinc," Sam whispers, "lie on top of Ed, rubbing your chest on his, smearing all the juices. Kiss!"

We do that. Cut!

"Ok, boys," Sam says. "I think we have enough for the flick. We will work on the montage this evening and see whether we need for you to come back for some more, but I doubt it. Ed, for a first-timer you did superbly. Are you usually available for more flicks?"

"Yes, Sam," I respond, my heart pounding with lust for money instead of for sex now. "Just give me a call. Also remember that I'm bisexual. I can do flicks with chicks."

"Hmmm," Sam ponders. "What about she-males? Transvestites?"

"Sure, I don't mind that at all." Actually a she-male turns me on a lot: both boobs and dick! It's like being with a chick and a guy at the same time. Yes, I can definitely do a she-male!

"Cool, great. Fucking great, Ed," Sam is smiling. Then another thought seems to strike him. "I hope you are not going to ask for more money, now, are you?"

"Sam, "I smile back. "I will always ask for more money. Question is: Will you be willing to pay up?"

"Tell you what," Sam counters. "Let's wait and see how this flick does and the feedback we get from some of our piloting audience. Then we can talk dollars."

"Fair enough," I concede. "One thing, Sam," I add.

"What?"

"I don't do kinky stuff, ok? I mean maybe a little bit of tying up and spanking, but not the hard SMDS thing."

"But you can act, can't you?" he asks.

"Yea, I guess I can. But as I said, there will be lines that we need to keep from crossing."

"Such as?"

"Fisting, piss and feces, pain, piercing, lashing, and stuff like this."

"Ok," Sam says. "We have guys more suited for all that than you. You are more of the standard-vanilla- fuck type. We will take it into consideration."

We are guided into a small bathroom off the studio, where Sinclair and I take a quick shower, soaping off all the cum. When we emerge, the crew is just tidying up the place. Sam is gone. The cameraman is still here. "Ed, remember, this is yours, buddy," he says to me, rubbing his butt.

"Come over tonight," I smile. "Let's see what you can do to best Sinclair!"

He laughs, gives me the finger and says, "You will be surprised. Tonight it is."

And that night is one of the most memorable nights of my sex life. The cameraman is definitely much more intense than Sinclair.