Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2011 08:28:35 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Allen Undressed

Allen undressed. The room was warm enough where he stood.

They watched. He knew they were watching, evaluating, whispering to each other
as his bare chest was revealed then his newly shaven stomach. The black hair was
gone from there.


He tossed the shirt on a nearby chair and pushed each shoe off with the other
foot, pushing them under the chair. Socks tossed, he heard some whispers too.


They were waiting.

He unbuttoned the fly first. Allen loved button front jeans. They rubbed his
bare skin in the right way and the inside of the fly often stimulated his dick.
The stimulation felt better after his dick became a hard cock. Where it rested
was evident. There was a well worn spot to the right of the fly.


Many a mouth and hand had rubbed it there.. His sperm had splattered the inside
of the denim cloth drying there until he reluctantly stripped them for washing.

He wasn't washing now as he peeled the form fitting jeans off his smooth round
buttocks and down his thighs.

They moved in their chairs seeing his revealed dick. It was growing hard. He
felt both embarrassed at being judged and aroused at being watched.

He clutched the jeans in his hand and turned towards them. Allen smiled. He
heard a chuckle.

Turning back he tossed the jeans at the chair. They hit and fell to the floor as
if in slow motion. He watched them as his hand first scratched his ball sac and
then clutched them to warm them.

Allen liked it when his balls hung low. They swung when like pendulums when he
gyrated his hips and often bounced into the flesh of the person he was with. He
liked that feeling.

Some muttering told him to wait. They didn't talk to him directly but he heard
them nevertheless.

Bobby was his name. He was boyish and the name fit him. Allen had seen him in
the book. He knew immediately. It was his option. His cock stirred at the sight
of the photo.

It stirred now as the boyish face young man approached. They didn't speak.

Bobby, if that was his real name, wore a plaid button shirt with sleeves torn
off. Allen wanted to fuck him with the shirt on, like some farm boy discovered
along the road. It hadn't happened but someday he hoped it would. Perhaps a
drive on dirt roads of North Carolina would be the way. Allen's head pasted the
sight of Bobby in his fantasy.

Bobby unbuttoned the shirt but kept it on as his hands moved to his own jeans.
They weren't the button fly model Allen wore. The zipper made a noise as he
pulled it.

Allen's cock was dripping. He could feel it. He needed to control himself but
that wasn't really a worry. "I can cum at least three times in a row" he had
bragged. It was true.


From the first hot afternoon when he discovered rubbing his dick could be fun,
his body never stopped begging for relief.

When sharing his natural urge with others became part of his life, that talent
amazed and delighted others. Mouths, butts, faces enjoyed the multiple streams
Allen's body provided.

Bobby stood waiting. He was naked from the waist down. The unbuttoned shirt
revealed a manlike chiseled torso offsetting his boyish face.

It was smooth. Allen wondered if it was naturally smooth or if some lucky friend
got to shave it.

As Bobby stepped closer, Allen saw that indeed someone, perhaps Bobby himself,
had shaven elsewhere, probably to make him look younger or his cock longer.
There was no pubic hair.


His thighs too were smooth. Allen ached to touch them with fingers and his
tongue.

"OK action" the voice was heard. Bobby kept walking closer. Allen waited while
handling his hard cock pointed to the boy.

Their lips met first as if to suck each other in by absorbing tongues first.
Bobby's hands moved to Allen's' back and down over his buttocks.

"Does he want to fuck me?" Allen though. His cock wanted something different.

Allen heard a whisper and complied moving his hands to Bobby's smooth chest and
slid across the nicely developed pectorals.

"He works out allot" he thought. Allen had what's thought of as an athletic
body. His workouts were limited to swimming, pushups, sit-ups and lots of play.

The sight of the naked friends playing lacrosse in back of the fraternity house
flashed through his mind. It was freeing, fun, erotic and animalistic swinging
of male genitals as they concentrated on the game rather then each other's
bodies.

Allen had two of them to satisfy later and felt one inside him as well. It was
one of those spontaneous events that last in your mind. He wished Bobby had been
there.

His hands pushed the plaid shirt off the boy's shoulders so it fell to the
floor.

Their bodies pressed together, but only briefly, not long enough for Allen's
preference but they had to move to the bed.

"Cut" the voice said softly.

Allen and Bobby didn't stop kissing or examining each other.

"This one is gonna be good" Allen thought.

As if they had discussed it, both moved to the bed, Bobby under Allen.

The boy winked as he looked up. Allen wondered if he had been shown Allen's
photo or even the jack off audition he did to get this job.

He reached for the boy's ankles but didn't need to. Bobby spread his legs wide
holding them above the support of the bed. His stomach muscles tensed in a six
pack that aroused Allen more then the boy's face and body had already.

"Shit" he said out loud.

"Action" the command apparently said earlier was loud. Allen knew it meant "get
to it, fuck the kid now". He was advised they were always concerned about cost
when filming and after he showed them he could orgasm several times in quick
succession, they hired him.

He thought he'd have to sleep with the Producer who patted his butt and squeezed
it as he circled him during that audition. It wouldn't have been the first time;
a balding, overweight man flirted with him.

Nor would it have been the first time he had sex with one. In fact, he liked
their admiration of him, appreciation for him and the delight they showed when
he was not only accepting but happy to have sex with them.

Allen liked older men. He liked younger too. He liked sex. He liked to have
orgasms, the more the merrier. The rough experiences, the romantic ones and the
ones where he performed as others watched. It was all good.

"You a scorpion?" He was once asked. Apparently it's believed that those with
that astrology sign have sex more often. Allen was an Aquarian by birth; he had
the libido of a scorpion he guessed.

He wanted to play with Bobby, flick his tongue across the boys smooth balls, up
the stalk of his long dick, maybe bite his nipples. But that wasn't the
instruction.

"You just have to do what the Director says, no matter what you want to do, can
you live with that?" The Producer asked.

Allen didn't feel embarrassed that day as he stood naked in front of the man's
desk. His spent sperm had wet the floor but the older man didn't seem to care.
He had recovered from his bug eye reaction to the multiple orgasms Allen had
performed.

"Good kid, we can make some money with you" the man had approached and began to
walk around Allen.

"You want to make money?"

"Yes Sir" Allen said, knowing that when a younger man said "Sir" it seemed to
please older ones.

The man laughed "good good, I think we can" that's when he patted and squeezed
Allen's butt.

He wished the man had wanted sex with him. His hard cock certainly showed the
man he was interested then.

"Action" the command was a loud whisper again.

He moved forward, his cock honing in on the available and dilated hole.

"Yea fuck me man" Bobby spoke for the first time. They didn't have lines but
were told not to talk other then stuff like that.

"You want my cock boy?" Allen put on his deepest strong voice.

"Please Sir fuck me hard, bust my cherry" Bobby pleaded.

He guessed those watching would believe Bobby was a virgin or at least they
wanted to believe that. The boy's youthful face certainly helped. If they saw
how open his anus was they'd know better.

His cock head easily moved in, but Allen grimaced to make it look harder. There
were cameras everywhere. The one aimed across the bed at his face, he performed
for, flexing pecs, stomach and face muscles. Perhaps he was overdoing it, but
this was an "in and out" scene he was told.

"Just go in fuck the hell out of the kid and shoot all over him" The Director
had said.

He did delight seeing his sperm bathe a guy, especially if his skin was smooth
like Bobby's. Then again Allen loved seeing his white juice splatter a hairy
chest and stomach too.

He pumped the intestines now, his cock easily passing through the kid's
sphincter.

Bobby was more experienced at this then he. At least doing it on camera. He had
seen the boys face on DVD boxes but never seen him in action. The half naked
photo was all he saw when told to pick out a partner.

It had been a couple of weeks since he had sex with something other then his
hand. The move from Florida took longer then planned. His friend had to stop to
see an old roommate and decided to stay there.


Allen had to resume the journey on his own, and flew instead of hitching a ride
or renting a car. The thought of thumbing down a truck interested him. That
wouldn't be the first time he did that, nor would it have been the first time he
sucked dick or got fucked in exchange for a ride.

His early years took him on many such trips from Virginia to Florida, to New
Orleans, to Chicago and New York. He just took off, stuck out a thumb or asked
someone at truck stop coffee shops. He saw the world in exchange for servicing
or being serviced by horny men and once a woman.

It was the best of both worlds, seeing other cities and having sex.

Bobby was grunting and begging for him to fuck harder. Allen wasn't sure if the
kid was performing or really wanted it harder. Since he wasn't really a virgin,
it might indeed take more force to fuck him.

Allen rotated his hips, a trick he learned long ago to feel the sides of the
intestines he was fucking. That seemed to surprise Bobby which invigorated him.
Other thoughts, other memories dissipated.

There was only him, a multiple orgasming always horny guy fucking the kid, the
boy the photo image that had aroused him in the first place.

A new life in California had begun where he could earn money doing what he loved
to do and do it with someone he really wanted to fuck.

Bobby seemed to intensify his reactions. Weather it was a performance or not, it
seemed to make Allen's blood pump harder. He was sweating. Perhaps it was the
lights, the pressure of the cameras or the onlookers, but he rarely sweat during
sex.

There was that time that he was tested by several guys, encouraging him to keep
roaming until his body couldn't do it. The fifth or sixth time, it hurt, took
longer and indeed required a great deal of sweat. But he did it and the applause
was the cherry on the cake of performing.

He left college that year and spent the next six months mostly naked, but that's
a different memory a different story. Perhaps he'd recall it all between scenes.

Bobby pushed his butt against his invading cock. "fuck me man shoot inside me"
Bobby seemed to be totally turned on now. His hand was pumping his own cock.

Rarely did guys Allen fuck have or keep a boner during fucking. Either the pain
or other sensations distracted them. But Bobby was obviously used to that and
his hand was jacking so fast, Allen knew the end was near.

"Shoot inside me" Bobby begged. It was a real beg, not a performance. Allen
could tell. He knew the kid wouldn't get what he wanted, not then. The Director
told him what to do and he wanted to see his cum cover Bobby's body anyway.
Perhaps in private or another scene on camera he'd fill the kid up.


His body could do it, there were loads available. Fucking the kid in private,
all night in fact was something Allen would love to do. And he did need a place
to spend the night anyway.

It excited Allen to think about that to the extent he was ready to explode. He
was about to pull out and shoot when Bobby's cock exploded landing puddles on
his neck and chest.

He lay there nearly collapsed with Allen still pumping him.

"Now you new guy go for it right on his fucking face" the Director said, not
whispering this time.

Allen yanked his cock out. It slid out easily not like usual when sphincters
grasped it, there was no pop of exiting out of this kid.

He aimed and grunted sending a long arch up into the air and landing exactly
where the Director had said and where the camera was aimed. Again and again it
shot fluid onto Bobby's boy face which.

The kid closed his eyes and that was good since one stream landed across one
eyelid, another over his nose and lips, another across his cheek.

More streams shot though not making their mark landing on the boy's neck, chest,
stomach and shaven crotch.

"Got any more>?" the Director asked.

"Yea" Allen said pumping his cock hard. It has softened somewhat but aroused at
the intense stroking.

Bobby looked at him with one eye. His expression was amazed as more cum shot out
of Allen's cock landing on his lips.

The boy opened his mouth as if to beg to taste the next shot and got what he
asked for. Allen's stream shot onto the outstretched tongue.

He heard muttering and laughter off stage.

"Get it, did you get it?" The man asked.

"Still getting it" one of the camera men said.

Indeed Allen was still stroking and a third load was boiling out of his cock. It
didn't shoot as strong or far as those before but the streams shot straight and
smothered Bobby's stomach and crotch.

Then Allen decided to do something he wanted to, bending over and licking up his
own cum, Bobby's cum and swallowing the boy's smooth balls and cock.


"Keep going" The Director instructed. Allen could see one camera placed really
close by to get shots of his tongue. He performed gladly licking the cum from
the smooth stomach, chest, each nipple and finally Bobby's face.

Their cum covered tongues played so the cameras could see it then inside each
other's mouths for awhile.

Allen felt his own cock engorge again. He wondered if he had a fourth load to
offer. But the loud

"Cut cut cut" instruction told him it was over. "Not sure we can use any of that
last bit but it's good to have it in case" he said.

Allen felt the hand on his bare ass.

"Great job, great. " The Director said.

Bobby looked up at him. "Nice man, I hope we work together again" he accepted
the towel someone offered to wipe his body off.

"What about later?" Allen said deciding not to hide his desire despite the
presence of camera crew members.

"My lover might object" Bobby said but he said it smiling.

"OH" Allen said "sorry, the scene was you know just hot..." he didn't know if he
should apologize or act like a rude stud. But that had never been his style.
Partners seemed to appreciate him being real, not acting.

Even the ones who paid seemed happy he didn't act like that.

"Hey" Bobby put a robe on as he spoke. "Maybe you should meet him"

"Who?" Allen remained naked.

"My boyfriend, Eddie. He's meeting me here, going to get some Mexican, you can
join us."


Allen knew they meant eating Mexican food though there seemed to be plenty of
real Mexicans in LA to eat, fuck, and more.

"Sounds good. Hey is there a shower anywhere here?" he asked "You made me sweat
like a pig".

Bobby laughed "You're complaining? I'm covered in your cum man"

He watched Bobby's glistening body as the boy soaped, showered. They talked
about the porn business, films that the boy had done in the past. About Allen's
entrée into the business. About Allen's arrival in LA and his next challenge to
find a place to live.

Allen's cock pointed at the object of his desire. Joining Bobby in the very
small shower crossed his mind so his hands could move all over the kid's smooth
body and his cock could once again enjoy the experienced intestines letting him
spew inside this time.

It was in a shower his sex with others began. His neighbor, who was helping his
father work in the car entered the bathroom.


Seeing Allen naked in the shower he just watched. Allen usually heard an apology
from people if the found him doing personal things like that.

"Want your back washed?" instead was heard.

Allen didn't know what to say and soon felt an older man's hands soaping,
exploring, playing, fingering and jacking him..as the man's cock replaced a
finger in his butt.

That wasn't his first fuck but the first from an older man. Allen loved it and
recalled the experience many times during self satisfying sessions.

"Hi" Eddie stuck his hand out. He was tall, his rounded shoulders showing thanks
to the tank top he wore. The jeans and work boots completed the image, it
reminded Allen of his neighbor, his first in the shower sex.

Eddie's eyes quickly surveyed Allen's' naked body. Allen didn't think about
retrieving his clothing after the shower.

Allen didn't mind. He was used to others looking at him. In very hot and humid
Florida, he stayed naked as much as possible. His father didn't mind. Even some
of his father's friends who visited didn't seem to care.

"Who's there?" he had asked that day the door bell rang. It was his neighbor
again, the one who sexed him in the shower.

"I thought I owed you something" the man said looking at Allen through the open
door now. He stuffed paper in Allen's hand and then left.

The twenty dollar bill stunned the boy. He needed the money of course. "I've got
some friends for you" the man said as he walked the sidewalk towards his idling
truck at the curb.

Allen wasn't sure what to do with the money. He knew why the man paid him but
wasn't sure if he should have taken it. Sex was fun and even better with another
person.

That afternoon another person came to the door. Allen, naked as usual, answered
the door.

"Well now that's a way to answer the door" the man was younger then the
neighbor. Dressed in a suit he waited.

"Yea?" Allen asked absentmindedly scratching his fully seen genitals.

"Carl Bedding said you could take care of me" the man smiled as he pointed
toward the house next door.

"Uh ok" Allen said stepping back as the man entered the house.

"Bedroom?" the man asked and Allen walked to the back room leading the man into
his bedroom.

There was no door. His father had taken it away after catching him masturbating.
"It's ok, you don't need to a door. Anything you do in here should be good
enough to do in front of me."

That didn't stop Allen from masturbating and occasionally he'd see his father
peering through the open doorway. And during some of his father's football
games, others would watch him. He liked being watched.

"Take off my tie and shirt" the man instructed. Allen stripped the man out of
his suit and knelt as the man's hands pressed him to the floor.

The cock gagged him but he kept sucking until the man stuck his hands under his
armpits lifting him to his feet.

"You like that cock boy but you'll like it more now" he pushed Allen towards the
bed and grabbed his ankles.

The cock jammed into him with painful insertion. He watched the man go through
whatever thoughts and fantasies as his sphincter stretched accepting the cock
that pistoned him now.

"Shit" the man said as he jammed his cock three deliberate times. The sight of
the cum dripping cock in the man's hands excited Allen.

He reached for the cock taking fluid and moving his hand to his cock to start
his self sex. The man watched awhile, urging him on and on. Allen liked it, he
flexed his gut, groaned and twisted both to perform and to enjoy himself.

The cum arched high and landed on him again and again.

"Shit kid you are one hot bitch" the man said.

Allen looked to see the man putting on his suit coat. "Next time" he said as he
left.

Laying back on the bed, Allen wondered what his father would say if he knew. The
door closed stirring him to leave the bed for a cleansing shower. He saw the two
twenty dollar bills on the bed that the man had left him.

He was a prostitute. Allen accepted that fact. If he could make money and have
fun this was going to be his new career.

"So you want to go to dinner with me and Robin?" Eddie asked. Allen's thoughts
were jarred back to the room.

"Who?"

"Robin" Eddie pointed towards Bobby who was now dressed. Allen realized his sex
partner that day used a name for the porn film.

"Oh yea that would be great" Allen said

"We're not in Palm Springs, so you need to put something on" Eddie laughed.

Allen nodded `oh yea" and went to the set where his clothing still lay where he
tossed them.

"Hello" the man was standing at the doorway. Allen lay on his bed reading. The
noise of the TV and shouting men was loud.

"You don't like football?" He asked.

"It's ok, but I need to do some reading"

"You reading porn?" the man asked.

Allen didn't understand at first.

"You're hard as hell" the man explained. The man had sat on the edge of the bed.
His body heat was strong. Allen felt his hard cock getting harder.

"Shit, sorry, I get that way all the time"

"Your Dad says you're in college?" the man wasn't going anywhere.

"Yea, studying business admin" Allen said. He didn't jump feeling the man's hand
on his bare leg.

"Your Dad says you hang out naked at home all the time, that true?" the man's
hand was feeling his balls.

"Yea, this damn Florida humidity" Allen put the book down hoping the man was
going to jack him at least.

"A boy like you is hot all the time anyway" The man's hand encircled the cock
"God you're thick, want me to do this?"

"Yes please" Allen said

"Here ok?" The man looked around at the door.

Allen didn't answer, he didn't need to. The man's hand was already sliding up
and down his cock.

"When you're done, it's my turn" the man said

Allen didn't take long to explode. And the man didn't either later. They went
into the bathroom.


"Don't want your Dad to see this" He unzipped his shorts and provided his cock
for Allen to lick and suck.

"Shit kid, you're hungry"

Allen sucked and sucked until the man's sperm overflowed out of the corners of
his mouth.

"You haven't got pockets" the man said shoving his hand out to Allen.

He took the wad. Another twenty dollar bill.

Standing at the toilet clutching the money with one hand, he released his
bladder washing away the jism still lodged in his penis cleansing him.

"You did good" the Director said interrupting Allen's thoughts and dressing.

"Oh thanks, I want to do more" Allen said

"You will" the man responded his hands now on Allen's bare sides. They moved
around him and found his nipples.

"Oh shit" Allen said leaning back against the man. He had learned long ago that
his nipples were triggers.

"All I could think of watching you fuck Bobby was your ass" the man hissed in
his ear. "You get fucked?"

"Depends on the cock" Allen said

"You'll like mine" one hand left his nipple pulling a hand to the Director's
crotch.

Allen felt the hardness there that went across one leg.

"That big enough for you?" the man asked.

"Going to dinner with Bobby er Robin and his boy friend" Allen explained.

"OK then, you'll have to wait. Come to Palm Springs this weekend, I know a place
where you can stay naked in the sun, get all the sex you want. Want to come with
me?"

The hand had moved back to his nipple. Allen felt his hidden cock leak in his
jeans.

"Is he available?" the man asked Allen's father.

Shirtless wearing jeans and flip flops, Allen was accompanying his father to the
hardware store.

His Dad laughed "he's my son" and continued looking at shelves of PVC. "Get me a
trowel Al" he instructed sending the boy across the store to where tools were
displayed.

"Hey" the deep voice startled Allen. It was the same man.

The hand rested on his chest as soon as he turned toward the man. "Sorry about
that"

The hand extended fingers which found his nipple and pulled on it.

"So when can we fuck?" the man asked.

Allen looked around. Nobody was there. He didn't push the hand away, it felt
good.

"How much?" The man asked.

Allen didn't answer. "One hundred ok?" the man offered.

"Yea" Allen said as he closed his eyes enjoying the nipple work.

"Meet me at Starlite, room 14, tonight"

Allen opened his eyes feeling the fingers disappear.

"Goin out" Allen said startling his father. "Oh I hope you put something on" he
laughed at his usually naked son, dressed in shorts and running out the door.

"You got time?" the man asked him as he let Allen into the motel room.

"I'm horny as hell and got some friends coming over later" the man wore only a
towel which he tossed aside. His meaty cock dangled below his nuts.

"We're gonna have fun" the man promised as he unbuttoned Allen's shorts letting
them drop to the floor.

"You like groups?" he asked.

Allen hesitated.

"Don't worry you'll be paid more...allot more if you can handle it."

Allen let himself be pushed on the bed. His legs held tight, the cock pushed
into his tight hole for the beginning of the first orgy in his life.

"Where you been?" His Dad asked as Allen walked toward the house.

`UH we lost time, fell asleep" Allen said.

"I see you won" the man said nodding towards Allen's hands which held a ball of
money.

"No pockets in these shorts" Allen said.

"Gotta go" the Director said leaving Allen hard and standing there half naked.

Eddie appeared with Robin almost immediately. "Let's go" prompting Allen to pull
his tee shirt over his stretched nipples in the last preparation for the Mexican
Dinner.

As soon as they arrived at Palm Springs, Sol, the Director told him to strip
naked. They hadn't even gone to the room.


There was a pool surrounded by rooms. There were a couple of men in the pool.

Sol was signing papers to check in.

Allen stripped as he stood there.

"Nice, new one?" the motel clerk asked.

"Yea, thought I'd let everyone have a good time this weekend" Sol said "but me
first" he patted Allen's bare buttocks.

"This place gets busy" Sol said "You're gonna make allot of money if you can
handle it."

"So when did you start having sex with other men?" His father asked that
evening. "Chance told me. He was at that motel party last night."

Allen didn't know what to say.

"And you do it for money" the man said.

"It just happened" Allen lied hoping his father would believe him.

"Yea well the word is out that I have a whore for a son" the man said "so you
better pack your things"

Allen was stunned. He was being kicked out.

"I want you gone tomorrow"

Allen lay on his bed that night. He wasn't sure where he could go. He still had
classes to go to. Maybe somebody there would let him live with them.

The fear of the next day mixed with the memories of the orgy the night before.
His butt, mouth, nipples, hands were all busy. Fat men, younger guys, the motel
clerk, strangers all used him.

He was showered in sperm and urine. His throat swallowed more then a few loads.
His intestines absorbed several too. While others lay tired and recovering from
their drinking and sex, Allen moved in the room to find more and more of what he
craved.

He was tied and tortured with clothes pins, cum showers and dildos. It didn't
stop him. Two men used him switching places until they drained themselves.

Tied to a chair, hands milked him, laughing at the delight of seeing Allen cum
and cum again, in a seeming unending supply of cum. "What drugs is the kid on?"
he heard asked.

There were drugs, Allen didn't take any. He didn't need them to do what he loved
to do.

He reached now and milked his cock with one hand while his other hand shoved
fingers in his well used butthole. Each stroke reminded him of a face, a cock, a
mouth from the night before until his back ached from being arched so tight. His
orgasm hurt. Allen didn't care.

"Shit kid you're an addict" His father said. Allen opened his eyes to see the
man's shadow in the doorway. "You should go to California and do porn films".

Allen put a few clothes in a backpack. He had to be gone by the time his Father
came home.

He'd go somewhere he could have sex as much as he wanted, somewhere he could
make money and somewhere he could stay naked.

Allen loved being naked.