Date: Mon, 13 Dec 1999 16:45:42 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Making Porn

The following story was published in SKINFLICKS (Companion Press, Jan 99).
It's one of my favourite stories and I thought I'd share it with you lads.
If you want to see more of my writing visit my story Growing Up Sexual in
the Young Friends category.  You can also use Nifty's link to Amazon to buy
my anthology CASTING COUCH CONFESSIONS - you'll get 17 hot stories and help
Nifty out a little if you order it off that link.

Oh yes!  Disclaimers.  You should know the drill by now.  Don't read if
you're underaged in your country or you don't like male2male sex.  I own
the copyright and I'm only giving this story to Nifty.  Don't steal.

By the way, I'd love to hear from you if you this story or Growing Up
Sexual.  I want to hear what you think of CASTING COUCH CONFESSIONS.  Write
me at Vichowel@aol.com

Making Porn by Dave MacMillan


I lie on the bearskin rug, a fire roaring in the fireplace to my right, in
the north Georgia mountains.  I'm on my back.  Naked.  Under my big
brother.  Ned's dick is buried in my throat.  Mine in his.  Ned's already
got two fingers up my butt and is doing all the work at both ends - one
handed push-ups no less.  Because he's gonna be fucking me in a few
minutes.  I massage his cheeks lightly, feeling how smooth they are, and
getting off on our sex.

A shoe moves between my feet, nudging them apart.  I hoist my legs and Ned
catches them behind his arms.  I figure the cameraman is zeroing in on my
big brother's lips sliding up and down my hard dick.  Then, he's going to
get a close up of the action in my ass.  Ned cradles my balls, raising them
up to the root of my dick.  Yep, that camera is trained right on my hole
being spread by my brother's big fingers.

I know the scene as well as Ned does.  He's supposed to jump up, pulling
off our sixty-nine, and move around me while holding my legs up and spread.
I wish it were already happening; I haven't had his meat in my ass since he
took me in the shower this morning.

"Cut!"

Ned falls off me, his fingers still in my butt as we both look toward the
man crossing the room to join us.  I let my legs drop so they can rest
while the director tells us how he wants the fuck scene to go.  I look at
Ned, studying him like I always do.  I just can't get enough of him.  Six
feet of tight, smooth body.  Eight inches of thick, cut meat.  Curly jet
black hair and the cutest pug nose.  Green eyes that could hold me all day.
I have it bad for my brother; and I'm real thankful we've turned out like
we did.

We quickly assume the position like the professional models we've become.
Ned grins down at me.  "Love you, Rick," he whispers just before his lips
touch mine.

Oh, God!  Yeah!  Ned is leaning into me, his dick already sliding home in
my ass.  My legs are draped over his back and my butt is hiked, making it
easy for him to enter me.

As Ned presses his pubes between my spread thighs and into my balls, I let
my mind wander and find myself remembering how we got started making porn
vids.  I still can't believe it's only been a year...


Ned had just finished his freshman year at UGA and I'd just graduated from
high school and had my birthday.  His first full day home we drove over to
St. Simon's Island for some surf and sun.  It was a typical south Georgia
June - hotter than hell - and we were stretched out on the hot sand in our
speedos.

"I've got to find a job for the summer, Rick," Ned told me very seriously
as he turned on his side to look at me.  That was about the hundredth time
I'd heard the same exact words since we woke up that morning, and I figured
the old man had had a man-to-man talk with his oldest son sometime last
night.  Dad was a man of few words, but he was damned persuasive with them.

"All you're gonna get are the dregs, Ned," I told him, fighting my smirk.
"Every kid in the county started looking for summer jobs back around
Easter."

"Think you can get me on at that video rental joint you're working at?"

I grinned.  My big brother's sights had sure got lower since last month
when he was home to do his laundry and hit the folks up for money.  "I can
try.  But we've got applications bursting out of the filing cabinet.  Maybe
you can get on weekends at one of the movie houses?"  That was a real dig,
but I couldn't help it.  It was a real charge to find myself in a better
position than Ned.  I hadn't been on the receiving end of one of dad's
man-to-man talks in almost three months, but I hadn't forgotten the
experience.  Ned would soon feel he'd had his balls ripped off his dick if
he didn't get something going quick.  Ned was acting like he could feel
them being pulled all ready.

A guy walked past us along the beach but I wasn't really noticing.  I could
feel my body baking even through the sun screen and I was building up
enough energy to go hit the ocean.

I was pushing myself to my feet when I realized the guy had stopped and was
studying us.  "Fag attack," I hissed to Ned under my breath.  I stood and
studied the guy right back.

The man was shorter than us and was old - maybe even thirty.  He wasn't
muscular but he wasn't in bad shape for an old guy.  I realized he had a
camera hanging from a strap around his neck, an expensive looking one.

"You guys from around here?" he asked.  He had one of those smooth accents
that didn't tell me a damned thing except that he wasn't from Georgia.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to make something of the way he was looking
at us or just forget it.  It was awfully damned hot.  While I was
considering, Ned looked up at him.  "Yeah.  What of it?"

"I'm a scout for Global Entertainment.  I'm always on the look-out for
good-looking guys.  Mind if I take some shots of the two of you?"

I decided I was right on the money about the guy.  I also decided I wasn't
going to be a redneck about it.  I shook my head and took a step toward the
ocean.

"Where?" Ned asked suspiciously.

The man shrugged.  "Out here is fine with me.  I'll scan them into my
computer and send them back to Germany tonight."

"Germany?" I asked and found myself getting interested.  Shit!  I liked all
those old castles looking down on some damned river over there - I even had
pictures of them tacked up on my walls.  Germany had to be a real pretty
place.  I was willing to bet it was a lot cooler than Georgia was too.

"How much are you paying for these pictures?" Ned asked, going immediately
for the bottom line.

The man grinned.  "Are both of you at least eighteen?"

"I had my birthday just last week," I told him.  "And Ned there is a year
older."

"You can get birth certificates if we decide to hire you?"

Ned nodded.  "How much to shoot pictures of the two of us?"

"Twenty-five a piece for what I want today.  A lot more if Global wants to
see more of you."  He pulled his billfold out of the waistband of his
trunks and retrieved a card.  He took the pen he had clipped to his camera
strap and wrote his name and room number on the card before handing it to
me.  "Call me tomorrow night and I can tell you what Berlin decided."

"Name's Ned.  This is my brother, Rick," Ned told him as he stood up and
walked over to the man.  "What do you want us to do?"

...

My balls are drawn up tight on my dickshaft, pulling me from the memory.
My knees are in my pits and Ned is banging my ass long and slow.  I reach
over my thigh and grip my pole, beginning to jerk off and trying to
synchronize my stroking with Ned fucking my ass.  He smiles at me as the
cameraman lies down beside us to get a close up of me beating my meat.  The
other camera is over my face and trained on Ned's dick sliding in and out
of my ass.  I pull my pud for my camera while Ned fucks me for his.

It's really weird.  Me turning out gay and all.  Me and Ned both.
Together.  I'd have never believed it - not in a million years.  I wouldn't
change a thing that's happened this past year.  But, then, I've always been
a lucky bastard.

...

Ned called the man the next afternoon.  He couldn't even wait until evening
like the man told him. Germany wanted a complete lay-out - were we
interested?  My brother didn't even ask me; he set us up for a session at
the man's motel the next morning at ten.

Big brother was seeing dollar signs and not looking for the bear traps laid
all over the place in plain sight.  Me?  I was the tag-along kid brother
following his lead.  I had a rinky dink minimum wage job, and those dollar
signs looked good to me too.  I had mom's old car that Ned had had for the
couple of years before he went off to college, and I could just barely
afford the gas and insurance - much less pay for a big date.  I didn't date
much anyway, but I was suddenly imagining all kinds of things to do with
real money.  Anyone would have seen us coming and known us for what we
were.

We got to the Best Western at nine thirty, and I was wondering if I should
be a redneck or just plain old Rick.  Ned was damned adamant the man was
legit - after all, we both had twenty-five dollars we hadn't had before.
His argument made sense - but I was still a little suspicious.  I'd heard
all the scare tactics church and parents throw at a growing boy the past
ten years, and I hadn't had a year of college to learn to push them way
back toward where they belonged.

I relaxed the moment I saw the guy was fully dressed - even normal looking
- and decided things were legit.  He might be a fag but he acted normal - I
put the redneck part of me to bed.  We sat and drank coffee - Ned and me at
a tiny little table and the scout on his bed facing us.

"Okay, guys, I'm going to have to ask some pretty personal questions.  It's
all right if you don't feel comfortable answering them.  We'll just part
company as friends and I'll go ahead and interview the other eight guys
coming in after you."

I felt Ned tense without looking over at him.  It was going to be us or
somebody else.  Big brother was seeing himself cleaning up after the drunks
at the multiplex down on the southside of town on weekends if we didn't get
this job.  I think he would have promised his first born right then and
there.  Me?  I drank the weak coffee from the motel's vending machine and
tried to wake up.

What do you want us to do this morning?" Ned asked, volunteering me
unasked.

The man nodded.  "I'm going to need lots of sexual tension.  Kissing,
touching, getting naked and even hard - things like that.  Think you guys
can do that?"

"How much?" Ned asked.

"Two fifty each for a complete spread."

Ned whistled and his elbow punched my arm.  "What do we need to do?" he
asked.

The man pulled out his camera and got behind his bed.  "Kiss your brother,"
he told me.

"Say what?"  I woke up and started out of my chair, my face flushing like
it had the first time my dick unloaded in math class and me sitting on the
front row.

"You want him sitting or standing?" Ned asked.

"Standing.  Both of you."

Ned stood.  His hands took mine and held them.  His face came toward mine
and I couldn't believe what was happening.

Mom!

Only she wasn't there.

Ned was.  And the man with the camera.  And me.

Part of my brain heard clicks and other noises like the camera was working
overtime but, mostly, it was focused on Ned's mouth.  We were really going
to do it.  I just stared at Ned as his face swam closer to mine.  "No one's
gonna know, Rick," he whispered.  "He's gonna pay us each two hundred and
fifty dollars."

"He's taking pictures!"

"Those go to Germany.  No one we know is ever gonna see them.  Lean toward
me and kiss me - or else I'm gonna beat you to a pulp right here in front
of this guy."

I stared at Ned.  We'd not fought since I was twelve.  I'd learned then
what a year in age meant and that it was not a good idea to piss Ned off.
Now, he was threatening me.  Did I kiss him or get the crap beat out of me?

Oh, shit!

Well, what was a damned kiss between brothers anyway?  I reminded myself
that we'd done it before and judiously forgot just how little we were when
Mom got us to do that for the instamatic.  I screwed my eyes shut, leaned
across the table, and puckered my lips.

His lips touched mine and electrical shocks exploded all over my body.  I
wasn't thinking as his arms went around me and his tongue pressed against
my lips.  My arms went around him and my mouth opened in invitation.  My
dick stood at attention.  I turned off my brain and just went with the
flow.

"Take his clothes off," I heard the man say, his voice far away from us as
I continued to give my mouth up to Ned and his lips AND his damned tongue.
Along with my brain and body.

Somehow, we got around the table and were facing each other.  His fingers
worked at the buttons of my shirt and I didn't resist.  I had this
big-assed tongue down my throat and my dick was harder than it'd ever been.
Ned pushed my shirt off my shoulders while I pulled his out of his jeans.
He started working on the waist button of my shorts and, before I knew it,
his hands were on my bare ass, his tongue still deep in my throat.

We did everything two healthy, legal guys could do on a bed that morning -
except suck and fuck.  And the guy kept taking pictures of the two of us
doing it.  We each left the motel two hundred and fifty dollars richer.
Ned was flying.  I was re-evaluating my frames of reference.

...

My balls are ready to explode.  My dick is harder than when it's just me.
And Ned is pounding my ass hard - my brother fucks me like he always does.
I erupt.  He keeps on going - like my assmuscles aren't clutching him hard,
squeezing him tight, and holding him in me.

Ned loves this shit.  He loves hamming it up for the cameras.  After all,
it's his dick in my butt.  But, then, that's what makes it so good for me -
him fucking me like there's no tomorrow.  I shoot spunk everywhere.

I take a shot in the mouth but I've got that little act down to a real
science.  The fans love to see me eating my own cum while getting my ass
reamed good.  Ned slows it down, returning to those nice long, easy
movements of his dick in and out of my gut.  He knows I'm good for two
whenever he fucks me if he just varies his attack.

He leans into me and nuzzles my ear.  My hands leave my still hard pole and
roam his asscheeks.  His lips move along the side of my face until they
reach mine.  Our tongues start dueling before he can get his into my mouth.
It's another of our little acts for the fans.  It's for the cameras - but
it's for us too.

...

"Rick?"

I looked over at him as I turned the key in the ignition.  "Yeah?"

His eyes were hooded as his gaze met mine.  "You know what this shit is all
about, don't you?"

I nodded and pulled out of the parking space in front of the talent scout's
motel room.  "That guy's company makes fag fuck movies," I told him, laying
it on the line for us.  "Boys sucking and fucking each other."

"How do you feel about that?"

I pulled out into traffic before I answered him.  "I don't know."

"You ever thought about it?"

"Not really.  I wanted to see what you looked like when I hit puberty and I
checked the guys out in the shower after gym class-" I glanced over at him.
Ned was watching me.  "You know, just to compare.  I didn't think too much
about sucking and fucking, though."

He laughed.  "I guess not.  Dad would have had your hide hanging over the
living room mantel if he thought you did."

"You're thinking about it now, aren't you?"

"This two fifty in my pocket has me thinking a whole lot.  How about you?"

It'd take me the better part of a month to clear that kind of money at
work.  And the government would have taken a major slice of it before I saw
it.  Yeah, I was thinking about it.

I was thinking about how good Ned's lips felt on mine.  How big his dick
was.  How tight his body was.  What his big dick would taste like.  How his
body would feel moving against mine.  I was thinking all right, the real
queer stuff.

"I'm thinking about it," I admitted.

"You've got a nice body, Rick.  A decent sized dick too."

"It's better than decent sized!  It's seven and a half inches."

He grinned.  "I've got you beat by half an inch, little brother."  He
spread his legs and I saw him adjust his dick under his jeans.  "He said
this Global Entertainment would want to do a screen test if they like us."

"A screen test?" I croaked, trying to imagine doing again what we'd done
today.  "When did he say that?"

"When we were leaving.  You were already getting into the car."

"What would we have to do?" I asked carefully.  I didn't want to think
about this.  I had two hundred and fifty dollars in my pocket I hadn't had
before.  It was enough.  I'd never imagined I'd do most of the shit I'd
done in that motel room.

Only, it wasn't enough.  I wanted to touch Ned's naked body.  I wanted to
beat his meat.  Shit!  I wanted to suck him off even.  And those kinds of
thoughts were making me wonder about myself.

"We'd have to fuck and suck on film.  He said it was a pretty sure bet we
were in."

I turned to face him, my mouth open.  I felt cold as shit.  "You mean suck
and fuck - you and me?" I yelped.

"Yeah."

"I ain't ever done that kind of shit!"

"We're talking good money here, Rick."

"How much?"

"Four figures a month guaranteed.  We'll negotiate how much with each skin
flick we do - if we make the grade."

"We'll have to suck each other's dicks, Ned!" I wailed.  "One of us will
have to let the other fuck him."

"With some practice, we ought to be pretty good in our screen test," he
told me matter-of-factly.

I was ready to collapse when I pulled into our driveway.  Shit I'd never
thought about doing was almost a foregone conclusion - at least big brother
Ned was acting like it was.  I was scared shitless.  And more than a little
interested.

...

Ned's sweating like a whore in church and it's dripping on me, mixing with
the cum from my first load.  I lick the drops that hit my lips; I like the
taste of my big brother.  His strokes in my ass are hard and short now,
driving me and the bearskin rug across the floor.  The fucking fire's
gotten hot now that I've moved closer to the fireplace.

My dick's hard and my balls are again trying to strangle it, they're so
tight.  I reach over the back of my leg and start fisting my favorite part
of myself.  Big brother's getting close and the fans like it when we shoot
together.  I like it too.  It makes me feel so connected to him.

...

Ned locked the door to my room behind us.  He was studying me when I turned
back to face him.  "How do you want us to start this, Rick?"

"Start what?" I demanded.  I wasn't being stupid.  I was still trying to
get a grip on what had happened this morning and what Ned was telling me it
meant we were all about.

"I think we ought to try out sucking first-"

"Jesus!"  I stared at him.

"But we ought to get in at least one fuck before the folks come home this
evening."


"You are one crazy asshole," I told him and plopped on my bed, bringing my
legs together at the ankles and my hands together over my crotch.  I'd seen
his dick this morning; I was damned uncomfortable at the thought of it
being anywhere near my butthole.

I watched as Ned unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his jeans.  It
fell to the floor.  He toed his loafers off next and I realized my big
brother fully intended to get naked with me and that was for one purpose
only.  He planned on having sex with me.

He unhasped his jeans and had his zipper half way down when he figured out
I was making no move to get undressed.  "Come on, Rick.  Get those clothes
off so we can try this shit out."

"Maybe you ought to take them off for me."

"I will if I've got to," big brother growled.  "But I'll also twist your
balls until you squeal like a pig if you make me do it."

Never let be said that mom raised any fools.  I got the message - loud and
clear.

Without thinking what was queer or not, I pulled off my shirt, unsnapped my
shorts, and pulled the zipper down.  My ass rose off the bed and I was
ready to start pushing cloth off my ass as soon as Ned did the same thing.
I was willing to stay up with big brother but didn't want to jump out ahead
with this shit.  I wanted room to start backpedalling when he did.  I was
operating on remote control, still in shock at what I'd already done that
morning and my fucking curiosity at what queer sex was like.

Ned pulled open his jeans and pushed them and his briefs over his ass at
the same time.  He pulled them off each leg and I stared at my big
brother's big cock as he got undressed.  "Your turn," he told me and smiled
at the interest I wasn't trying to hide.

I pushed everything down to my knees and bent over to pull the shorts and
underwear off my legs.  I leaned back on the bed and studied my big
brother.  We were both naked and hard.  I could smell sex in the air.

"Who's going first?" Ned asked.

"It's your fucking idea, you go," I told him and decided then and there I
wanted to taste his dick.  I wanted to feel him shooting his load in my
mouth.  I wanted to taste his cum.  I just hoped he was hungry enough for
porn money he did me first.

He grinned.  "We're in this together, Rick.  We both make good money.
Let's do it together - at the same time."  He saw my confusion.
"Sixty-nine, little brother.  You do me while I'm doing you."  We moved
into position length-wise on my bed and I was staring up at his big, wide
dick pointing at my mouth and the floppy balls hanging down behind it.

...

I grunt as my balls churn.  Ned's eyes are closed.  He slams into me one
last time and immediately jerks away.  He's pulling out of me fast and I
see his teeth are clenched as he yanks the rubber off his dick.  I wail my
meat to get the spunk rolling.

He sits back on his heels and my legs ease back down to the floor so that
I'm straddling him.  He kneels over me, his fist flailing his dick.  His
fist hits his pubes and stops, he opens his eyes to find out where my face
is, and he's adjusting his aim.  Rick knows I like to eat his cum.

I watch the head of his dick as I start to unload my second one of the
afternoon.  At home, he'd be unloading in me or I'd just suck him until I
had it all.  But this is a vid - the fans want cum shots.  So, Ned and I
have it worked out.  He pumps his spunk for the fans to see, ropes of the
stuff - and he aims them for my face.  He's become a damned good shot the
past year.  The fans see cum and I gulp down his jizz.  The fans love the
extra visuals and we've become Global Entertainment's favorite American
pornstars because of us doing what comes naturally.

After Ned shoots his load and I eat a good three quarters of it, he lies on
me and kisses me.  Real deep.  Showing me and the world that will watch
this vid how much he appreciates me.

Yeah.  I can dig that.  I appreciate him just as much.

...

I shot just before my brother did and he took it all.  His throat muscles
swallowing did real nice things to the head of my dick.  What the hell!  If
he could, I figured I could.  Besides, I was liking all those new
sensations - including his finger fucking my asshole while I blew my load.

I realized Ned was still plugging my butt with his finger - only now he had
two of them in there.  They were feeling real good and I was staying hard.
I pulled off his eight inches and looked down between us.  I couldn't see
much but it felt real interesting.

My eyes bulged when he worked a third finger in and dove for home.  I
ground my butt and moaned as new sensations really started to crash over
me.  I looked at his hard dick hugging his belly over me and wasn't scared
of it any more.  "You want to get off in my butt, Ned?" I asked softly.

He was off me and between my legs before I could bat my eyes twice, much
less think.  My big brother had never been one to give a guy a chance to
back out of anything - he wasn't about to this time either.  He raised my
legs and propped them up on his smooth chest.  His fingers pushed into me
while he leaned into me, hiking my ass to his dick's level.  Those fingers
came out of my hole and guided his hard meat back to me.  He quickly leaned
even further into me and put his lips firmly on mine.  His dick pushed hard
at my butthole and, before I could think to close things down, was through
my assmuscle and heading for home.


I gasped and suddenly had a mouthful of tongue looking to wrestle with
mine.  I was fuller than if I'd gone a week without a shit.  My muscles
flexed and tried to figure out how to expel Ned's big dick, even as it kept
sliding into my bowels.  I stared up my brother and wondered what I'd done
to my relationship with him.  Then I was feeling his pubes tickling my
balls and scraping the insides of my thighs.  His balls pressed against my
buttcheeks.

He looked me over and grinned.  "You like this, don't you, Rick?"  His hand
wrapped around my hard dick.  "Wiggle your ass around on it, little
brother.  Get to know it real well."

I did as I was told and instantly my eyes widened as I stared up at him and
his dick started massaging my love gland with all my moving around.
"Jesus!" I moaned and looked up at him watching me.

"Feel good?"

I sighed, knowing what I was letting myself in for.  "Fuck me, Ned," I told
him, letting myself experience all the sensations coming out of my butt.
"Fuck my ass good."

...

"Cut!"

Ned rolls off me, our lips still locked together.

"Okay, love birds, it's a wrap.  You guys got it right the first time.  Go
get dressed."  The director might be good with fuck videos, but he sure as
shit ain't romantic.

Ned pulls his face back and smiles.  "I guess we do need to get going.
You've got that history final tomorrow and I've got calculus."

"Do we really need a college degree, Ned?" I ask as he pulls me to my feet.
I'm being serious.  Either one of us is making more than dad and he's been
working thirty years for the government.

Ned ruffles my hair.  "It's history, calculus, and midnight oil tonight,
baby.  We ace these finals and we'll fly to New York for a week of fun,
okay?"

I wrinkle my nose in mock disgust and go over to my pile of clothes by the
door.  I guess I can put up with history until sometime tonight - until the
itch in my butt really starts flaring and I need Ned to scratch it for me.