Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2002 13:10:32 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Porn Boy's Life - 06

A PORN BOY'S LIFE
By Chipster

DISCLAIMER AND LEGAL STUFF: If it's illegal to read stories involving
adults and youths involved in sexual acts together, then don't read
this. If you're underage, don't get caught reading this, either. If you
don't approve of gay sex, don't read this. If there's anyone left after
everyone else drops out, read this story.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story told to me over several chat sessions by the
young man in the story. I'll leave it to you to decide if it's true or
not. All I will say is that I've been able to verify enough of what I've
been told that I don't doubt any of it.

I'm writing this story in the first person, as him, from his own words
wherever possible, although names and locations have been changed. I will
only tell you that his real name is Kent...


CHAPTER 6 - MAKING FRIENDS AND VIVA LAS VEGAS

The world of sex orgies isn't as glamorous as you might think. The second
day of this one certainly proved it.

After Duke and I dressed, we went back to the living room, where a number
of men were completely dressed, sitting around reading newspapers and
books, watching a game on a big screen TV and one man was even going
through a briefcase, doing some business work. If there was any sex going
on, it was being done in the private bedrooms. We sat down and watched TV
for about half-an-hour and nobody made any moves on us, so Duke leaned over
and suggested we go someplace and talk.

We grabbed a couple of sodas from the bar and walked through the house
until we found an empty room. I started to pull my shirt off, but Duke said
he wasn't kidding; he just wanted to talk with me for a few minutes alone.

Duke told me that he remembered having sex with me at the Chicago orgy and
that I still popped into his thoughts from time to time. He said he was
surprised and happy to see me when I showed up the previous afternoon. He
asked me what I'd been doing since that weekend in Chicago and I filled him
in, in generalities, about the gang and some of the things I'd done. He
asked me how I'd gotten started doing all of this, and I told him. Then he
told me his story.

Duke had been seduced by one of his teachers, whose husband was a recruiter
for an organizer. He'd had sex with both his teacher and her husband for
four or five months before they suggested taking him away for a weekend
event. That first trip had been a bisexual, older/younger orgy, and being a
horny 16 year old, he'd loved every minute of it. The husband and wife team
trained him in sex and he attended a couple of more events, one bi with
kids only and one gay with kids and adults, before the Chicago trip where
we met.

By the time he got to high school, he was a male prostitute. He did mostly
private sessions with older men and women, with an occasional orgy all
through high school, his former teacher's husband acting as his pimp. The
only time he was in front of a camera was while attending those
orgies. When he had started college, he found himself in great demand for
gay events. That's how he'd wound up in St. Louis. He said he didn't know
much about the group that had brought us here, but suggested I take a look
at the guys' left buttocks next time I had a chance. All of the men, he
said, had small tattoos of a unicorn.

He surprised me by planting a kiss on my lips. He mentioned again that I
had often been in his thoughts over the past several years and he wanted me
to make love to him. We stripped and laid down on the bed, touching and
fondling each other. He gently made love to me, taking my body and making
it his. We sucked on each other for a long time, then he asked me to fuck
him. I found a bowl of condoms and put one on. He got on his knees on the
edge of the bed and motioned for me to take him doggy-style. I bent over
and rimmed his ass for a few minutes, getting him wet, then I slid myself
into him.

We hadn't closed the door to the room, and an audience had begun to gather
outside the door. They were quiet and respectful of our lovemaking, but
watched intensely as we fucked each other. Finally we approached our
climaxes together. Duke was also aware of the audience, and I guess he
couldn't help but start to give them a show. I joined right in with him. He
shot a load all over the sheet without being touched. As he felt me
starting to throb, he leaned forward and I came out of him. He turned over
quickly, stripped the condom from my cock and started jacking me off
rapidly. I came all over his chest. Duke looked up at me and smiled.

I felt hands on my back and a hand reached for my crotch. An older man spun
me around and sank to the floor in front of me, cleaning my cock off with
his tongue. I saw another man push Duke back onto the bed and start sucking
on his cock, too. The orgy was on again.

Eventually, there were seven men in that room. We fucked and sucked in all
sorts of combinations. I stuck my cock into the asshole of a gray-haired
man while a man in his early 20's with a great physique fucked me. Duke
straddled the older man's back and I took his cock into my mouth. A man in
is mid-40's rammed his cock up Duke's ass while I sucked. Other men passed
through the room, too. In all, we were in there for over three hours
servicing anyone who joined us.

When the last man had finally left, Duke and I laid on the bed side by
side, both covered in cum. Duke took my hand and told me how much he had
enjoyed sharing the afternoon with me. He stood and helped me stand up. The
two of us went back upstairs, hand in hand, naked. At the top of the
stairs, Duke planted a short but passionate kiss on me, then he turned and
went into his bedroom. I walked a little farther down the hallway and went
into my room. I didn't see Duke again the rest of the time we were there,
but I always heard moans coming from behind his closed bedroom door every
time I walked past it the rest of the weekend.

I never did see my partner from the previous night again, either. That
night I wound up sleeping with two middle-aged men who both wanted to suck
on me while they fucked each other. I believe I fell asleep with my cock in
one of their mouths. The next morning when I woke up, there was no one in
my bed, but there were two crisp $100 bills lying on the pillow beside me.

That morning we gathered in the living room for one final group grope. I'm
guessing Duke was still performing special services because he was nowhere
to be found, but the three of us remaining teens got on our knees and we
serviced all of the men in the room, one by one, so that we each sucked all
of the men for two or three minutes. Finally, they all gathered around us
in a circle and jacked each other off until they all came on the three of
us. As each came, they stepped back and left the room.

One of the last to leave told us we had an hour and a half to shower and
get ready to leave. Since we three had not cum yet, we all went back to my
bedroom and fucked each other until each of us had planted a load inside
someone, then we showered together.

After we had dressed, we were loaded into a mini-van and taken back to
Lambert Field for our flights home. As I had experienced in the past, we
were kept separated after we arrived at the airport and I was escorted to
the boarding area. Before my escort left, he handed me a plain white
envelope and told me it was a gift from my Friday night companion who'd had
to leave early. Inside was $500 in cash, mostly $20's and $50's, and
nothing else.

As I was waiting to board my flight, I saw Duke walking down the concourse,
accompanied by an older man. He saw me, and we waved to each other, but
never got the chance to speak with him. I've not seen him since, but I'm
hoping we'll meet again someday.

I think I mentioned that I was a swimmer in junior high and high
school. Our school didn't have a team, but there was a swimming club in a
town not too far from where I lived. I only got to practice once or twice a
week during the school year, and even less after I started doing the photo
sets, but I did get a chance to do some competitive swimming in high
school, which lead to my being asked to be on the college swimming team. It
also lead to some bodybuilding.

The coach thought I should put on some extra weight and develop my muscles
more in order to be a more powerful swimmer. The coach had me work with a
trainer who helped me work on my body. Over my freshman year, I put on a
little over twenty pounds and developed my body, losing that thin swimmer
build I had in high school. I became more muscular, better developed with
more defined abs, pecs and leg muscles. I also became a better swimmer,
improving my time considerably.

Because they had part-time jobs, some of the swim team members liked to
work out late at night and the coach allowed us access to the weight room
after the gym's regular hours. It became common practice to work out naked,
too, since the only ones who ever showed up were on the team. Looking back,
I often wonder why I didn't get involved with some of the late-night sex
play I knew was going on at the gym, but I didn't. I did, however, have one
fling with another member of the team.

I was on one of the team trips and for some reason, my roommate at the
hotel decided he wanted to dye his hair blonde. He had gone to the drug
store down the street from the hotel and purchased a hair dye kit he
planned to use. My hair had darkened from the light blond it had been a few
years earlier, and he convinced me that I ought to dye mine, too. That
night after dinner, we both stripped down to nothing but towels and helped
each other apply the dye. He went first to wash the stuff out of his hair
and I took the next shower. When I came out of the shower he was sitting on
the corner of his bed, his towel open right up between his legs and his
cock was dangling there. I couldn't resist. I knew that he was bi because
of things I'd seen him do in the weight room and heard him tell the other
guys on the team, so I walked up to him, sitting on the bed, dropped to my
knees, and began to suck him. We took turns and ended up fucking each other
for most of the night.

I thought about trying to have sex with him again, and actually tried one
night in the gym to get him alone with me in the shower, but nothing else
ever happened between us. In a really strange twist to the story, he got
engaged less than a month later and was married by the end of the school
year.

As I ended my freshman year, Tom and I decided to take Todd up on an
invitation to come out and spend the summer in Las Vegas. We weren't
prepared for what happened to us that summer, either. Since we'd both been
making porn pics and vids for almost five years, we had expected we would
be welcomed by the porn business there with open arms. We were so wrong.

Todd, Don and Abby met Tom and me at the airport, and Todd showed us around
and introduced us to a couple of filmmakers he knew. He lined us up with a
few auditions and took us to a small apartment building where he'd found us
a room for the summer. We spent that evening with them, talking about old
times and how the three of them were enjoying their newly found work. Abby
had made several movies that had paid well, but she was now helping her
Dad, staying more behind the camera than in front of it. Don was taking
glamour pictures and doing more portrait work, not quite as involved in the
porn business as he had been, but still keeping his feet wet. Todd was
working exclusively behind the camera as a production assistant and hadn't
made a video of his own in almost a year.

I'd never been to a casting call before. More like a cattle call, if you
ask me. Several different guys would show up and strip for the producer,
often jacking himself or herself off as part of the audition. There were
always cum stains on the floor of the offices. Often, the directors worked
without scripts. We were put in a room with a couple of other people, men
and women, and told to get hard, jack off, fuck and cum so the camera could
see it happen. More often than not, I never even knew the names of the
people I worked with, and I never knew the titles of the films my work
eventually showed up in.

A lot of the videos I wound up doing weren't all that glamorous. We usually
wound up taping at somebody's house or in a cheap motel room. I'd fuck some
girl after some mechanical foreplay, or some guy and I would suck each
other off before one of us would poke our dick up the other's ass, making
sure the climax happened in front of the camera. One guy I worked with
didn't get paid for a day's work because he came inside me instead of on my
back. He couldn't get hard again to do a second take, so the director threw
him out and grabbed another guy to shoot the scene again.

It wasn't all bad, though. I had a couple of interesting experiences that
summer. One night, a group of friends Tom and I had made decided to go to a
gay strip club. Somehow through a couple of misplaced drinks and shots, I
wound up in an amateur strip competition. Although I'd done a lot of group
sex by this time, I'd never been on stage to display my wares before. I got
taken backstage and selected a fireman's' costume. Before I went out,
someone rubbed baby oil all over my body. When I went on stage and started
to dance and strip, I got hosed with water, so when the water hit the baby
oil, it bubbled up and rolled off of me. It made a pretty sexy sight, since
I was still pretty rippled from my swimming days.

I didn't win, but a guy came up to me after the show and introduced
himself. He told me that I was exactly what he was looking for and wanted
to know if I would be willing to come to his house that night. I was very
leery, but one of the guys I was with took me aside and told me whom he was
and that he had been responsible for getting people like Ron Jeremy and
Peter North, both big porn stars, into the business. By this time, I'd
decided I was more interested in doing gay work, and I told him so. He told
me that was even better. The other guys all thought this could be a big
break for me and urged me to go.

We went to his house, which was the largest house I'd ever seen. In what
looked like a garage from the outside, he had a small theater set up,
complete with a stage. He asked me if I would repeat my performance from
the club, and showed me where to find costumes and props off to one side of
the stage. I was amazed that he had all the costumes and props there. He'd
obviously done this kind of thing before. I found everything I needed. I
rubbed myself with baby oil again and put on the fireman's' costume. When I
came back on stage, I was hit with the brightest spotlight I'd ever seen,
right in my eyes. I couldn't see anything, but when the music started, so
did I. I did the same routine, and he even hosed me down like they had done
at the club. I poured it on thick, so thick that by the time I was
completely naked, by cock was rock solid. I was turning myself on. When the
music stopped, I finished dancing, but he told me to keep going. I asked if
he wanted me to keep dancing, and he said no. He wanted me to keep going
with my cock, so I did. I started stroking myself and rolled around on the
wet stage floor. I saw a box of toys behind a curtain and although I'd
never really tried any of them before, I grabbed the biggest dildo I could
find and started fucking myself. Right before I was ready to cum, I rolled
myself up and managed to get the tip of my cock into my mouth, a trick I
hadn't tried since I was 13. I came all over my face and chest, then
stretched out on the stage and layed there. The spot light went out.

When the room lights came on, I saw that the room was filled with naked
guys. About 15 of them in all, jacking off and sucking each other. I was
shocked because I thought I was putting on a private performance. I stepped
off of the stage and before I knew what hit me, I was grabbed by two guys
about 25 years old who began to fondle my limp dick and lick me clean.

I spent the rest of that night getting fucked by nearly every man in the
room, who basically took turns gang-banging me. You can imagine all the
ways I got fucked. That night was also the first time I'd ever been in a
5-way. I had two dicks in my ass, one in my mouth and one in each hand. I
was so wrapped up in the sex that I forgot I had been taken advantage
of. Turned out the guy was staging a private party, and had gone to the
club to get the featured entertainment. He had also videotaped
everything. He paid me $8,000 for the evening and told me that if I ever
needed anything that I should get in touch with him. I haven't talked to
him since.

I did one more sex show while I was there. A guy gave me $2,500 to go into
a room blindfolded and do a dance routine, which consisted mostly of me
just wiggling around and thrusting my crotch forward to show off my
dick. During the show, I was sucked, did some sucking and wound up fucking
a girl and getting fucked by a guy. I never got to see who I was screwing
around with, but the guy showed me the video a couple of days later, and
the others involved were damned good looking.

Tom took a part-time job working at a XXX Video store, doing a live peep
show. He worked on a stage surrounded by small booths, each of which had a
screened window overlooking the stage. I went over one night to watch and
found that the booth I was in had a glory hole. The guy in the next booth
whispered for me to put my cock through the hole, and he sucked me off to a
climax as I watched Tom jack himself off in front of all of the booths
around him.

I also did a lot of sex fantasy videos, working through an agency I'd
signed with that set me up for different assignments. One of those films
nearly cost me my life.

I'd been hired to go to a guy's house to do a fantasy night. After he
explained what he wanted me to do, I told him I wasn't interested in doing
S&M, but he found my price. He took me into his basement, which had been
set up like a dungeon. The room was filled with the nastiest kinds of sex
toys, but he assured me that they were there just for effect, and that he
wouldn't be using any of them in the video. I told him I was willing to go
only so far. He agreed.

We started to do a prisoner/jailer kind of scene. He had me chain him up
and then suck him off. I let him fuck me while his hands were chained
together. Then he did an escape and I suddenly became his captive. He took
me to a bed in the corner of the room and he locked me to it with handcuffs
on my wrists and ankles. He started to suck me and finger my ass. It was
weirdly erotic. I'd never done anything like that before, and now I had
surrendered myself to this guy, trusting him. That's where I made my
mistake.

He started slapping me around. I asked him to stop and he didn't. He kept
hitting me and I couldn't get away. Then six guys, all naked, came into the
room. My thoughts suddenly changed from being angry with the guy to being
scared shitless. That night, I was raped by all of them.

They fucked me, beat me up and basically left me for dead. Fortunately,
they had taken the handcuffs off before they left, so I was able to free
myself. When I was finally able to get myself out of there, I found a phone
and called Tom, who drove me to the hospital. I had several broken ribs,
cuts on my face from the beatings and gashes on my wrists and ankles from
where the handcuffs had held me, and some internal injuries to my kidneys
and stomach. I was so doped up that I wasn't able to talk with the police
right away, and by the time I was able to tell them everything that had
happened, the house had been stripped clean. I wound up staying in the
hospital almost three weeks.

While I layed in the hospital, I decided Las Vegas was not where I wanted
to be. I went back home to the safety of people I knew and fucks that
wouldn't kill me.

NEXT: SETTING UP BUSINESS

You can reach the author and/or relay messages to Kent at
chipster071053@yahoo.com