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The following is a work of fiction and contains gay sex. You may distribute this story electronically, and you may print out one copy for personal use. Any other publication of this will have to be approved of by the author. Any positive comments are encouraged.
"Teen Porn Star"
By Mitchell Knight
My wife and I had lived in the same neighborhood for over 10 years and in that time I'd watched plenty of kids in the area grow up and into their roles in life. Since we had no kids of our own, my wife and I took a special interest in those living around us and, in a sense, adopted many of them. She turned our basement into a playroom and opened a day care 7 years ago in order to make official what we'd already been doing basically ever since we'd moved in.
The reason Jenna and I didn't have any kids was because it would be almost impossible for us to do so. Now whether you would consider this a medical condition or not I'm not sure. It seems like the scientific community is still out on whether there's a biological reason for sexual orientation, but the fact is I'm gay. She and I have had sex maybe three times in the course of our 12 year marriage, but over this time we've come to an arrangement that allows us to enjoy life to its fullest.
We married very young when I hardly knew what was going on in my head, and I did really love her. I still love her very much, and she feels the same way, but for our physical needs we go outside of the marriage...discreetly. Our parents don't suspect a thing, and neither does anyone else. Jenna doesn't want for a thing. My job as a filmographer has been fairly lucrative, and we have a comfortable life. The children she cares for more than makes up for the biological ones we'll probably never have.
Often when I come home from work one or two of the kids will still be there, and I enjoy taking them outside on a nice day and playing ball with them or pushing them on the swing we have set up in our backyard. One child that particularly drew my attention over the years was Peter Westberg. His family lived right next door to us, and for several years he'd come over to our house after school until he was old enough to be by himself.
I remember how shy he was as a child, and I like to think that I helped bring him out of his shell by spending some extra time befriending him. I got him interested in photography which helped him out when he got to high school where he now works on the school paper. It's good for kids to find something they like that will get them in with a group of friends. He'd always been a little different than everyone else because he had a little something special that few people his age had. I've never been able to put my finger on what exactly it was, but I always looked out for him and gave him advice as he grew up.
Peter was a thin child who went through several years of gawky adolescence, but over the past year I've noticed a real dramatic change in him. Now 16, he's got a very nice build to him. We still talk quite a bit whenever we run into each other which happens easily enough since we live right next to each other. He's told me that he's on a very strict weight program and works out every day. The results are very obvious, and an image from last week still crops up in my mind whenever I think about him.
Last Saturday it had been a very hot summer day, and I'd gone out to work on the yard when I noticed a slim muscular figure reclining face down on a chaise lounge in the Westberg's yard. Only a tight pair of blue Speedos saved this gorgeous figure from indecency. It took me a second to realize that this was Peter. All his hard work was definitely showing.
His tan body glistened in the sunlight. I could see a few drops of sweat pooling in the hollow of his lower back right above the Speedos. My cock responded without my permission, bulging out in my shorts.
"Hey, Dennis," Peter called out, waving and smiling once he opened his eyes.
Then he was getting up and walking towards me. This didn't help the situation in my shorts. His short brown wavy hair clung to the sides of his head where the sweat was turning it darker. His light blue eyes were slitted against the sun and combined with the dark tan of his face to give him a sexy rugged look. I noticed a little stubble on his face which reminded me that he was no longer the little boy I'd helped with Math problems.
Broad shoulders and hard defined pecs slid into a tapered waist with rippled abs and a tiny in-turned navel. Short brown hairs popped out under his navel and led a trail straight into his bulging Speedos.
I don't remember a word of what we said to each other that day, but that image of his tan muscular teenage body standing in front of me will probably remain with me forever. When I saw him again a week later riding his bike past my house I had another pleasant flashback. Peter waved as he passed. On that day he was riding without a T-shirt which gave me another chance to view his sexy tan torso.
Once he passed I returned to reading the newspaper, but Peter interrupted me again, showing up on the front lawn now wearing a white shirt with a Nike logo on the left side.
"Hey, uh...Dennis," he started.
"Hi, Peter."
"Could I talk to you about something?" he asked.
"Sure," I answered, setting the paper on the table next to my lemonade.
Pete plucked at his earlobe with his fingers and looked down at the ground. After knowing him for so long I realized he was nervous about something.
"What is it?"
"Uh, could we go for a walk?" he asked, looking back at me.
"That's fine. It's such a nice day that sounds like a great idea," I answered, getting up from my chair.
We headed east along the street heading away from our houses. Peter didn't say anything for a block, but once we turned the corner he finally piped up.
"I kind of want to ask you something pretty...personal I guess.
Well, not personal, but it's kind of a...delicate subject."
"Go ahead," I urged.
"Do you know any..."
"Any?"
"Do you know any porn directors?" he asked, watching his feet as they pounded the pavement.
"Hmmm...I've met quite a few people in the film industry, but I don't think...oh, yes, I do know a guy who used to," I answered, adding silently that this person had been a gay porn director, and I'd also had a brief affair with him several years ago, but I figured Peter didn't need to know that. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I want to be in porn films," he answered.
This stopped me dead in my tracks. I turned to face him and gave him a penetrating stare. He avoided my eyes as I asked, "Are you serious?"
"Dennis, I really want to. It's something I've been thinking about for a long time," he said, finally meeting my gaze.
In those passionate blue eyes I could see he really meant it.
"Why?" I asked.
"There's lots of reasons. I really like sex, and I think it would be really fun to do, and I..."
"What?"
"I've got kind of a big dick," he whispered.
We started walking again as I thought about what he'd said.
"That's why I wanted to talk to you," Pete continued. "I wanted to find out if you knew of someone you could hook me up with so I could get started. Everything I've been doing for the past year is because I wanted to do this. Why do you think I've been working on my body so much? It's because I wanted it to look good for the movies."
"But Peter, you're only sixteen!"
"I've got a fake id. Anybody that asks, I can just show them that. They won't know the difference."
The only problem was that Peter really didn't look very old. He looked sixteen if not younger. I'd seen a few porn films in my day, and I remembered the disclaimer at the beginning about how all the actors were over 18 and proof of this was on file. Pete might just be able to get away with it depending upon how good the fake id was.
"Do you think you could talk to that guy you know and see if he could get me an audition or something with a director?" Pete asked.
"Peter, I don't know that this is such a good--"
"Please? I want to do this so much. I've been working so hard."
"Okay. I'll talk to him, but that's all I'll do for now. There's no telling anything will come out of this."
"Thanks Dennis. I really appreciate it. Oh, I suppose there's one more thing I should tell you."
"What's that?"
"Tell your friend that I want to make gay porn."
I almost fainted dead away.
After explaining the whole situation to Gregg, only leaving out the one important age factor, he promised to contact some people he knew who he thought were still in the business. He got back to me a couple days later with this story:
"I found someone who's willing to see a tape of this guy's work if he wants to make one. Just one little sex scene would be enough. I can act as the courier too if you'd like."
"Okay. I'll talk to him and get back to you. Thanks Gregg."
Peter smiled at the news, but then appeared a little worried by the request.
"I don't really know anyone who'd help me make an audition tape...unless..." here he looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
I groaned. "Peter, I don't know. It's fine that nobody else will know how old you are, but I know."
"It's just one little tape. Maybe fifteen minutes. You won't get in trouble. I promise. Once it's made you can just ship it off and nobody will ever know that you did it."
"Okay," I answered. The throbbing in my crotch told me that I really couldn't wait to watch Pete's debut. I was very curious to see exactly how big this cock of his was.
"Thanks. Now I've only got one more problem. Who will be in it with me. I've fooled around with a few friends from school, but I don't know if any of them would do it on tape. Look, I'll call you when I find somebody."
I nodded. I went home and started to fantasize about seeing my hunky teen neighbor make it with another guy. And I'd be recording it!
The call came a few days later. Pete had found someone, and he assured me that this guy was legal. Apparently it was someone Peter had met at a frat party. I was beginning to realize that there was a lot about Pete that I didn't know.
Then I told Pete about my idea for the setting, and he loved it. We agreed to meet at Fisherman's Cove, a secluded little beach a few miles out of town, that next Saturday.
It was a beautiful day when I loaded up my supplies. When I got to the beach there wasn't a soul in sight, and everything looked beautiful, just exactly as I'd hoped. It was going to be a very sensual erotic experience.
I'd gotten almost completely set up when Peter and his friend Tom showed up. I have a feeling Tom wasn't his real name. He was a very attractive Ivy Leaguer type guy only three years older than Pete. He was a couple inches taller than Pete, standing at about 6 feet. "Tom" had short blond hair styled very conservatively and pale green eyes.
He didn't say much as we discussed our plans for the video, just nodding and saying okay when we discussed his role. Finally everything was set and I took my role behind the camera.
Peter strode into my range carrying a backpack and wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. He pulled a blanket out of the backpack and laid it down on the light brown sand right in the center of my view. Then he lazily pulled off his shirt, treating his viewers with young firm tan flesh. He kicked off his sandals, and then slowly slipped off his shorts, presenting his back end to the camera as he did so. Underneath his shorts were a pair of black Speedos. Then he lay down on the blanket and closed his eyes feigning a lone sunbather.
I panned over to the lake where Tom was making his entrance. He rose up out of the water having just dove in out of sight. Water trickled down out of his blond hair, down his face and down his nicely proportioned torso. As he slowly walked towards the beach from the depths, his waist came into view and then his light blue swim trunks. I allowed the camera to follow the water as it poured down from the trunks to his lightly furred legs.
Then Tom started walking towards the prone sexy figure on the beach. Tom smiled as he silently got down on his hands and knees at the end of the blanket and started to slowly kiss and lick each of Peter's toes. Pete opened his eyes then and acted surprised as he watched this creature of the lake make love to his feet. Then he grinned as he saw how cute this man was.
Tom crawled on top of him and they started kissing. I squeezed in tight to catch their tongues as they dueled. Water from Tom's wet body bathed Peter. Then I pulled back as Peter slipped his hands inside Tom's trunks. He started to slide them down as they continued to kiss and I recorded the unveiling of this delicate white flesh.
Soon he was naked and kicking the trunks off his feet. He pulled away from Pete and moved up to straddle Pete's head. His circumsized dick had a light blond bush. It started to firm up as Pete kissed and licked its pink head. Then Tom started feeding his cock to Peter who took it all with enthusiasm. My cock became harder as I watched that teenager go at his dick. I wished mine were in Tom's place, disappearing inside that sexy mouth and receiving all that pleasure.
Peter slid that hard cock in and out of his mouth, flicking his tongue all along it and licking the furry balls every once in a while too. I pulled in tight for all this intense blowjob action. Then Tom turned around, and I pulled back for our agreed upon 69 scene.
This I'd been waiting for. While Peter continued to suck on Tom, he lifted up his hips to allow Tom to slide down the Speedos. He went slowly as I'd requested and this allowed me to build up towards the finally unveiling of Peter's large cock. Once it hit the fresh air it became completely erect, measuring in at probably around ten inches. Peter hadn't been exaggerating. That was one fine piece of meat.
He was uncircumsized and he had a nice coat of brown pubic hair at the base. Peter kicked off his Speedos, and Tom started licking the head and inside the foreskin. I taped a little time on just this before pulling back to get more of the 69. Peter was still going away at it, looking like he could never get enough. Tom's performance was paling in comparison. Plus he couldn't fit all of that monster in his mouth.
Soon Tom was pulling away from Peter, signalling that he was about to come, something which couldn't happen yet because we had more hot action planned.
Reaching into the backpack, Pete pulled out a condom. Tom took it from him and unwrapped it before sliding it over Pete's long organ. Then he got on all fours on the blanket. Pete eagerly spread the white ass cheeks and began tonguing Tom's pink hole. He went to it with so much enthusiasm I found myself getting wrapped up in the action and almost forgot I was supposed to be making a video.
"Okay," I called. "New angle."
I wanted to get in tight for the butt plugging Tom would receive from that impressive dick, so I was going to film head on with the lake in the background. While I was setting up, Pete took out some lubricant and heavily rubbed it into Tom's anus and over his cock. Then I was filming again, getting in close to catch his cock slowly penetrate Tom.
Peter drove in gently trying to get Tom used to his dick which I could see would be difficult. Yet Tom was probably used to Pete, so it might not be that tough. With a few groans from Tom Pete was soon sliding in and out. I pulled back to capture Pete's cute little ass driving his cock forward. This was going to make a great video.
Then Tom flipped over and I set up right above them. With a few winces from Tom, Peter again continued his pounding of Tom's ass. Tom grabbed his boner and started jacking off. It didn't take too many strokes before he was spraying white semen all over his chest. Peter yanked out then and pulled off the condom. A couple strokes from his capable hand and cum was shooting from him as well. The first shot landed on the towel by Tom's head before the rest of it showered Tom's chest.
Pete collapsed on top of Tom with a huge grin on his face. They kissed tenderly a few times before Pete laid his head down on Tom's shoulder. They closed their eyes and faked sleep.
"Cut."
That adorable smile of his appeared on the screen just as I shot my wad. Yes, I made a copy of that audition tape, against my better judgment. It's hidden away in a safe spot with all the other professional tapes Peter made since then. He did go on to become a porn star just like he wanted. His natural enthusiasm, youth, good looks, and big dick made him a lot of money and allowed him to have a lot of sex. I still think his audition tape is his best work though.
c1995 Mitchell Knight
The character of Peter wound up being pretty interesting, and I'm thinking that maybe I'd like to look in on his life a few more times. What do you think? Would you like to be there for his first sexual experience? Would you like to know about his movie career? Drop me a line and tell me your thoughts. Any ideas that catch my interest may find themselves in a story soon.
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