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Screwed C-2
I modeled gay porn scenes to support my younger brother and myself. I was screwed in multiple ways after Johnny discovered my part-time job doing porn.
Remember, this story is fiction and in no way condones or condemns the action.
When Johnny stated, "So, Cam. You really are not a faggot,"
I knew when he asked that question; we had turned a corner. At least, I hoped we had. I looked long at Johnny, deciding how to respond. I knew the word he used was a slur. I knew I held a ton of love in my heart for Johnny. The love I had for my brother went beyond the love a brother had for the other. I had no desire for Johnny sexually, not because he was fourteen and not because he was my brother. I did not see him as a sexual being to be used. I saw him as a skinny kid who was mine to care for, to nurture, to teach how to be a man. I had a lover in Las Vegas.
I realized I had been too giving, too lenient towards my brother. He had advantages because of my profession. The money I made went towards Johnny's lifestyle and our living expenses. What remained, I saved hoping to enroll this fall in the local community college.
I had tears in my eyes as my brother waited for my answer.
What could I say to him to deny that awful word he used against me. I shot scenes with guys all my age. I sucked cock and loved making the other models go wild. I knew that would give viewers pleasure. I bottomed and did that without a condom. I made out passionately with my screen partners, loving that part of the shoot. I did not fake enthusiasm with any part of a scene. I loved it. Guys turned me on.
Straight Guys tested me for AIDS and STDs before a shoot. They tested my partners as well. I had been vaccinated against hepatitis. I took PrEP. I had deep respect for my partners. Sure, some were Gay for Pay. That concept did not bother me. I did my best to make love to my partners and to make them feel loved. I knew some needed love in their lives. I was my happiest when a scene partner became lost in our love-making, forgetting they were acting.
Looking at my brother reminded me of a young model doing his first shoot and losing his virginity on screen. I was the one taking him for his first ever time. The boy looked younger than Johnny did. His ID verified he was an adult. His face told me he had a fear of what was about to happen.
Before the shoot, I cautioned him to relax and bear down when I entered him. We interviewed before the scene. He admitted this would be his first time with any person. Male or female. I felt tense, hoping I would make his first experience safe and pleasant.
After the interview, we started our make out scene. I could feel him shaking. Hiding my mouth from the camera, I said that we could stop. He said he wanted to continue and kissed me like he needed someone to love. His passion ramped up. We undressed. We rolled together. His mouth made mewling sounds as he wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders. I felt he needed verification that he was worthy. He needed me to love him. I began the preparation of his hole with lube, one finger, then two. All the while, he was losing control. He breathed my name, my real name, so only I heard, "Please, Cam. Please love me. I have no one to love me. I want you." I knew his porn name was Rory. I whispered low, "I've got you Trevor."
I entered him carefully. I felt him tense as he accepted my length. I was not thick and less than seven inches. His was slightly smaller. His little feet encircled my waist and his arms pulled me into a deep kiss. We were not shooting porn anymore. We were making love. Trevor was holding me and moaning over and over, "Thank-you." I felt him stiffen and release. His hole spasmed around me and, ignoring the rule to show the cum, I let my juice fill Trevor. We continued to make out even after the scene should have ended. I finally pulled back. Trevor was crying. He did not want me to pull away.
I held him until he calmed. Brushing his hair. I said what you never said to a scene partner. "I might love you." That only caused more tears and more clasping. We finally made our way to the shower. I told the camera-person and the director there would be no shower scene. We washed and dressed. Holding hands, we made our way to Donovan's office. I could tell the news of our scene had arrived before we did.
We took a seat, holding hands. Trevor explained he had never received love. His family rejected him. He was not homeless, but might as well have been for all they cared. Donovan listened to Trevor pour out his hurt. I held his hand.
"Sir. Tonight was my first time. I will do scenes again because I need the money. I will not do any unless they are with Cam. If that is not agreeable, then this was my only scene."
Donovan nodded. My uncle was the biggest-hearted man ever, as he not only agreed to Trevor's request; he asked him if he wanted to move into his house. He could live in my room. He offered to let him do lighting and clean up around Straight Guys. He would pay Trevor for doing that.
I turned to Trevor. "I would hope we could be boyfriends. You would have to agree to let me continue shooting scenes. I need the pay."
Trevor's answer was to throw himself into my arms and devour my mouth. My uncle called, "Get a camera in here."
I hated to leave Trevor behind when I returned home. The day before I left, Trevor topped for his first time. He asked me to lie on my back. He wanted to watch my face as we loved. I lay exposed and hard for Trevor, watching him undress. Even after our scene, my guy seemed embarrassed.
"I need to see you, Trev. Do it for me."
"Cam. This is you and me. I feel weird."
"Look at me. Look in my eyes as you undress. Trust me."
Trevor finished, fully exposed to my scrutiny. He had that young boy quality, maybe five foot six, with a boyish waist. If he weighed one fifty, I would be surprised. Hard, his cock was maybe six inches.
"Come on, baby. Make love to me." I whispered.
Trevor kneeled between my legs, preparing me. I moaned as his fingers massaged my chute.
"You are so beautiful," he breathed as his penis sought my entrance. I pulled him into me. Like we did in the scene, we made passionate love, kissing, writhing, until Trevor stiffened, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, moaning my name.
After we lay in each other's arms. Trevor licked my hair softly. I kissed his tears. "I'll send for you, Trev. I want you to live with me."
He knew about Johnny and his issue with porn. I needed to move slowly to on that front. I promised to resolve the Johnny issue as soon as I could. Then I would send for Trevor.
Now I sat staring at my brother, who waited for my answer to his question about me being a faggot.
"Just a minute," I told him. I went to my room and retrieved the DVD of Trevor and me making love. I returned and handed it to Johnny. "I want you to watch this, by yourself, on your computer. Return when you have finished and we will talk."
My brother took the disk, and without a word left the room. Donovan watched him leave. "I hope you know what you are doing." Was all he said. I nodded and rested my head on the couch, closing my eyes. Donovan wandered away, probably to the kitchen for some soda.
I must have fallen asleep. I felt a weight next to me and opened my eyes to see Johnny moving to hug me, tears in his eyes. He sat holding me quietly before kissing my cheek. All he said was, "That was beautiful. I could feel the love through the screen. You are a star, a lover. Tell me that Rory is your boyfriend."
I needed to think as Johnny used Trevor's stage name, Rory. All I said was, "He is. I love him."
"I am sorry I called you a faggot. You showed love to Rory. I get it. Gay love is beautiful. Was that really his first ever time?"
I nodded.
Johnny blew my mind when he asked. "Would it be all-right to watch this with Timmy?"
"Only if you trust him. You are both fourteen. I cannot be found encouraging minors to view porn, especially gay porn."
Johnny nodded. "I got this." He kissed my cheek again and gave me a hug. He disappeared out the front door. Less than five minutes and Johnny returned, pulling Timmy. Not even stopping to say hello.
***** Johnny's Point-of-view.*****
I made Timmy promise to never talk about what we were about to watch.
I told him, "If you breathe a word, I will never again be friendly to you. You have been my best friend like forever. What you are about to see needs to remain between us. Promise?"
"I trust you Johnny. Does this have to do with what was on that DVD in the family room?"
"Yeah, buddy. Promise to never breathe a word?"
"I promise Johnny. You are my best friend."
We sat next to each other on the bed as the DVD played on my desktop. Timmy's feet rested next to mine. As the video played, he scootched closer. As my brother entered Rory, Timmy gave an intake of breath. He now was full on leaning into me. I saw the evidence of his arousal. His breathing became labored.
"Pause the DVD, Let me take off our socks."
I paused the DVD as Timmy removed his socks, then with care removed mine. He massaged my feet, paying attention to the space between my toes. This was turning me on. I never had a foot massage. Timmy slid down so his face was at my feet. He started with kissing my feet, which turned to toe sucking, which turned to licking. I never knew someone could get hard by having his feet loved. I was in full on erect mode and moaning.
Timmy looked up from his lovemaking to my toes and grinned. "Oh, you like that. Take off your pants."
As I did so, Timmy removed all his clothes. I had seen my friend in the school showers. I never saw him in full erection mode. With my pants off, Timmy returned to loving my feet. He included my calves as he licked the light hairs on my legs. My hand went to my hardness.
"No. Not yet. Take your shirt off." I lay naked on my bed, open to Timmy's gaze, and I loved it. I loved what we were doing. Well, what Timmy was doing. He kept kissing up my legs. I hoped my brother and my uncle did not hear me crying Timmy's name.
The unbelievable happened. Timmy's mouth met mine and his body lay on mine. His hand brushed my hair. I kissed him back. I knew what we were doing was gay. Faggot was the wrong word for this. I kissed him deeper. He slid down and his wet mouth engulfed my cock. I felt a suction, once, twice, and I thrust up and released into my best bud's mouth.
He licked and slurped until I had to tell him he was tickling me.
"My turn." I gave Timmy no chance to reply. I flipped him over and began licking his body from his mouth to his cock. I took it into my mouth, humming as I sucked Timmy. Like me, he lasted a very short time. His sperm was sweet. I wanted all I could get. He gently pushed me off his still hard cock. We lay together, panting.
"Do you want to watch the rest?" Timmy asked.
"Not really. If you do, sure."
"No, I don't need to. I never thought we would be this way."
"You were good," I said, kissing him. "I loved that feet thing. How d'you come up with that?"
Timmy was silent as he gaze at me. "Promise not to repeat what I am about to tell you to anyone?"
I shoved his shoulder. "I think we have passed the part where we worry about telling. But, Okay. I promise."
Timmy remained looking at me. "My nine-year-old brother is a nut for foot loving. I do him every night. He is always naked when I do that. I get naked with him. He jacks off while I make love to his feet. He does not make cum, but he has an orgasm. When I tire of his feet, he sucks me off and swallows."
"Every night?"
"Yep. Sometimes we do it twice a day."
I lay back. I never knew how much pleasure boys could give each other doing this. I realized I had misunderstood my brother. I needed to ask forgiveness.
I put my sleep pants on. Timmy followed me wearing only his pants. My brother and Donovan sat in the living room. I walked to Cam and knelt at his legs. "Forgive me." Was all I said. Cam pulled me up into a hug and said, "I love you so much, Johnny."
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