What Happened to Gary
My Lover Jet: Fan Mail to a “Boy” Porn Star, part 2: 'What Happened to Gary'”
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What Happened to Gary
There is a vast difference between fantasy and reality. In fantasy it seems plausible to do anything and result in happy ever after results but in reality life and love is a Shakespearian tragedy.
My lover Jethro, he goes by “Jet”, is a “boy” porn star. Jet has a very petite frame, blond hair, and youthful facial features. For over ten years now he has stared successfully as the passive “virgin” boy. He is an icon to his fans young and old. His volumes of fan mail attest to it.
Jet sometimes corresponds with his fans. He’ll send them hard copies of photos shoots and stills from his films along with pad responses such as “I’m glad you enjoyed my film,” or “I hope you had as much fun viewing the film as I did making it.” He told me once he really can’t get too involved with fans because they become “stalkerish.” He does sometimes have that problem some guys start staring him down or follow him about and tag on him.
Jet doesn’t know it but I wrote back to some of his fans. I think he might kill me if he knew. My little impersonation crime yielded many lurid tales of illicit inbreeding sex. I wrote back to a fan named Jason. Over a series of correspondence Jason told about many exploits of his family and their friends after watching any one of the numerous films Jet had starred in. Here are excerpts from some more recent letters:
“…Gary got arrested. His mother came home from work early and found him balls dip in his brothers bubble butt on her new designer couch. I think the whole town can feel her pissiness. I secretly wonder if she’s more upset about her couch than Joseph’s (her younger son) stink-bomb. Mom said she had the thing steam cleaned twice and finally reupholstered. Regardless the tension at school and in the community is tight. Vicious “Fag” jokes are being whispered and laughed at all over the place. Trenton told Dad that he was being harassed at school and that the Principle had him in his office asking him questions along with some detective. Dad went right to the Principal and PTA complaining that they were conducting a witch hunt. He claimed that they were trying to involve Trent by association of him being Gary’s friend. He said that he was not aware of any sexual relationship between Trenton and Gary but if there were it should be dismissed as teen-age experimentation.
The anxiety at home is high. Dad says we are not to say anything to anyone. We can’t watch anymore of your videos nor can we fool around with each other like we had in the past. It seems we all walk around with hard-ons in our pants. I’m beginning to doubt that this pressure will ever go away. Dad gathered up all the videos, magazines, photos and toys from around the house. (The collections were larger than I imagined.) At first he was going to throw them into the trash but thought better of it believing that detectives would go through it. He built a large box and stuffed it full and buried it between the rose bushes. It was like the funeral for grandma. We all felt rather sad about the occasion.
Momma got into the protective role too. She was somewhat aware Trenton and Gary were experimenting sexually with each other. She had found some magazines I stole out of Dad’s den closet between my bed mattresses. I blamed my possession of them on Trenton. Suddenly she said over breakfast, “Perhaps Trenton should hand over the pornography he and Gary have been viewing to the investigators.”
I think everyone turned white as a ghost. Trenton and I both looked over at our father. His face was distressed his brow furrowed it is obvious he’s in deep thought calculating and scheming.
“You’re right dear; I think Trenton coming forward will help alleviate some of this investigative pressure,” Dad said bluntly.
Trenton and I droped our jaws dumbfounded. Dad has got to be kidding.
“The sooner he comes clean about his relationship with Gary, the quicker we can all help protect him and begin creating distance from all the ugly of the investigations,” Dad proposed.
Mom slipped into the restroom and gave herself another profuse mist of hairspray and then scurried towards the door. “I love you boys,” she said and out the door she went.
No sooner did the door click shut than Dad began explaining his scheme. I was rather bummed when Dad said I had to go to school like normal because it would be best to keep this between Trenton and him. Today he would call and excuse Trenton from school as if he were sick with the Flu. Then Dad would drive into the city where he would purchase a Bi-sexual porno CD, one with seriously old actors. When he returned home they would view and handle it after which Dad would escort Trenton and the disk to the Principal where Trenton would own up to watching, (without Dad’s permission), the movie and fooling around with Gary. Trenton would get to act altruistic and deliver the point that he was coming forward hoping to help the situation with Gary.
I would have liked to watch how the scheme all went down. I later badgered Trent into filling me in with some details. This is what he said happened as we jacked off in our room late that night:
He said that once Dad returned with the CD he said that they had to make it look used. They couldn’t take time to watch the film from start to finish but they watched bits and pieces as Dad fast forwarded through the film randomly hitting play to watch the action at various stages because Dad thought it was a good idea to know what was going on in the film in case they were asked.
One scene started with a man and woman fucking in a bedroom when suddenly a second man walks in and starts calling the woman a bitch for fucking his boyfriends and then he joined them on the bed and fucked the first man in front of the woman while she gave him a blowjob. It made Dad laugh.
Another scene Trent said was pretty boring because it was just a room full of women rubbing on each other and one guy going from one to another fucking one pussy after another.
In yet another scene there were was an entire entourage of naked men tied to various structures and the wall. A woman with heavy makeup dressed in a black corset, net stockings and high heels stood in front of the bound men and called them names as she whipped them.
The camera focused in on the men’s abdomen or buttocks as they became red or even purple.
She walked up to some of the men and placed laundry clips on their nipples.
Trent was surprised that instead of making the men’s penises go soft their dicks became extremely hard. The veins would swell up and their dicks would ooze pre-come.
She would then grab their throbbing hard cocks and stroke them smearing the gooey slickness around the tip.
She would then suddenly slap down hard on their erections to which the men would scream out in agony. But then the men would thrust out their hips pushing their angry red cocks forward as if seeking more.
Dad pulled out his cock from his jeans and started to beat off. As the scene heated up Dad would laugh out statements like, “Ooh that had to of hurt!”
Trent said he didn’t much care for watching the men get beat up by the woman but watching Dad get turned on by it was both fascinating and a turn on.
Dad’s own cock began dripping and sloshing with pre-come. He would wipe the pre-come off the tip of his dick and then smear in on to his nipples and rub it in or he would lick his finger clean.
Dad ordered Trent, “come over here and work my nipples for me. Yeah boy, work and twist those nipples. Put that tit in your mouth and chew on it some. Yeah that’s good, real good.”
Dad pulled Trent’s head away from his tit and took a big swipe of his pre-come and wiped it across the slobbery nipple then said, “Lick it off. Eat that pre-come off my man tits boy. Chew that Daddy nipple, ooh yeah.”
The sadistic scene in the movie ended and Dad then abruptly pushed Trent off him. Dad said that they had to save his come for the intended purpose. They then fast-forwarded through the end of the movie.
Dad said they had to make it look old and used so he threw the disc on the coffee table and then pushed it to the end like a skee-ball in order to scratch it up. He went into his bedroom and brought back out some different kinds of lubes and towels. He said he had to give it a history so he first dipped his fingers in petroleum jelly wiping his hands on a towel he then handled the cd to assure that his finger prints were all over the disc. He then wiped the disc with a terry towel. He then repeated the process using K-Y jelly, Mom’s expensive Shea Butter, Astro-glide, and hair conditioner.
Dad took a “blood rag” of mom’s from the garbage in the master bath and smeared in across the disc. Dad said that would help establish that the disc had been used as a “marital aide”.
Dad stood over the disc that lay on the coffee table and began to jack off.
“Trent,” he ordered, “get behind me and eat my ass as I do this.”
Trent said he got on his hands and knees behind Dad and push his nose deep into the clinching cliffs of Dad’s ass. It was hot and sweaty in there.
Trent stuck his probing tongue deep inside the hairy globs and began licking Dad’s anal ring into spasms.
“Deeper,” Dad ordered, “Deeper.”
Trent forced his tongue deep into Dad’s ass as Dad ejaculated with a huge orgasm all over the coffee table and disc baptizing it with his essence.
He then wiped it until the come had dried. Dad then handled it with a few more “sticky fingers” and then he had Trenton handle the disc put it in the player and remove it and put it in and out of the case.
By mid-afternoon they were on their way to the principal’s office.
At school Joseph, Gary’s younger brother, was notably absent. During recess my school mates wasted no time zeroing in on me. The playground banter escalated to where I was being teased about being the brother of Gary’s boyfriend and the verbal fight was on. A classmate went over the line and asked, “Does your brother do your bum like Joseph’s?”
Trying to not talk about my family or myself I tried to change the subject by saying “It doesn’t matter who you have sex with as long as you love them.”
One thing led to another and I blurted out “Gary’s stupid for getting caught.” I turned around and ran squarely into the bulging crotch of Mr. Jinks.
“Humph,” he wheezed, “One thing’s for sure I caught you Jason.”
Suspiciously I wondered if I too was under investigation so even though Mr. Jinks was semi-hard I apologized and decided to play dumb. I turned and walked away ignoring the scent of his lingering in my nostrils. I hardly said another word the rest of the day. I couldn’t trust the difference between a come-on and a setup.
XX/XX/XXXX
Dear Jet,
It’s been about a week and nothing has happened. As for me after a week of forced abstinence I’m horny as all get out. I’ve become a total prick to everyone. I’ve got to do something or I’m going to explode and it won’t be pretty. The principal thanked Trenton and my Dad for coming forward about Trent “stealing” the CD. The Principal put the CD in a plastic bag said not to worry because it wasn’t Trenton that decided to have sex with Jason it was Gary and both Gary and Jason were now getting the professional help they need.
In class Mr. Jinks , a retired Marine, gave a lecture on the family unit of gibbons gorillas. I smirked as it came to mind that he too was a hairy ape. I spent some time studying his body. His long hairy arms protruded out of his blue polo shirt like oversized military Cannons. The fabric of the shirt stretched out taught over his V-shaped body. The tuft of wooly hair that erupted out of his open collar terminated at his shaven neck served as an arrow that guided my eye from his handsome face and strong jawline back down into his shirt.
I studied my way down his physique past his nipples that stood out like toggle switches on his chest above his six-pack abs. “I wondered,” I thought to myself, “if he would get turn on if I licked my tongue up or down across those nobs? If I flicked them real fast would the sensation produce a strobe like experience? I could bite down on them and tweak them right and left like radio dials. I chuckled as my thoughts ran amuck. I imagined me tugging or pulling on them like a stop switch?” The thought of me actually sinking my teeth into them and pulling on his chest nubs had my groin involuntarily contracting and I felt the light moisture of pre-come spreading in my underwear.
I pondered the indentation of his navel that was about an inch above his belt buckle. “Lint filled,” I asked myself, “or picked out clean?” I continue down his body engrossed in studying him. I can see the outline of his huge tube-steak of a dick hanging down his left leg of his tan tailored slacks. It terminates in a firm heart shaped cock head. The way that it bulged in his pants I am convinced that he has a huge hairy nut sack with two large balls full of man juice aching to be released. When he turns to write on the dry-erase board I study the inseam of his pants going from his crotch up between his firm bubble ass checks to the small of his back and then back down. With each shift in his weight his buttocks clinch the thin veil of fabric that prevents me from truly viewing his hot hairy sweaty ass. He must to be going commando. I envisioned myself naked on my knees, my hands grasping firmly each of his butt cheeks and pulling his ass open, and then thrusting my face in and sucking wildly on his winking rosebud. I lick my lips and inadvertently mumble “I want to eat that?”
Mr. Jinks stopped writing on the board turned his head looking over his shoulder and asked, “Do you have a question Jason?” I just look dumbfounded and say no. “How about you focus your attention up here on me,” he remarked. I thought, “I am, I am.” He then turned back to the board and continued his lesson.
Wednesday I found myself alone at home my opportunity had arrived I went to the garden where Dad, Trent, and I had buried the sex materials. I dug out the box. “Fuck,” I cried out to no one. It was empty! One of two people had beaten me to it but when and how? So my treasure hunt began. For the next three days straight I searched every nook and cranny of the house, Dad’s Den, the garage, the tool-shed, Dad and Mom’s room and closet, I even searched through the attic and the crawl space. Nothing!
Frustrated I ran out of the house jumped on my bike and rode to the river ravine park. Along the way I rode past Gary and Joseph’s house. I saw Gary in the front yard. I waved but all he did was stand there with a dopey stare. I had heard he had to wear an ankle bracelet on his right foot and sure enough I could see it prominently above his tennis shoes. I later learned that Gary was not allowed to leave his home by no further than the edge of the front yard lawn and he was forced to take heavy metal medications that essentially made him into a zombie. As for Joey the State had ordered him removed from the home and placed in intensive rehabilitation training. It was terrifying and I knew then the importance of keeping things private and secrets secret.
A block past Gary and Joseph’s house I brushed all thoughts of them aside. I pedaled hard and fast to park. the pressure of my bike seat rubbing up into my butt cheeks and against my balls as brought a smile to my face. I hustled into the park and to the back the ravine park where everyone goes skinny dipping and the wild bushes are called “burning” for more reasons than the red tipped leaves.