Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2010 06:17:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: D.O. <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: B-O-W Studios

			       B-O-W Studios

By D.O.
celliophonic@yahoo.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/


Aidan looked up at the non-descript brick building in downtown Newark and
swallowed the huge lump in his throat. The heat of the early afternoon was
sweltering and this side of the building was partially in the shade. B-O-W
Studios was printed on the door in bold lettering. He couldn't believe he was
here. When he had initially seen the ad for auditions for young, white male
actors for gay pornographic films, he had laughed it off. As if he would do
something like that, even as desperate as he was for cash. After dropping out of
his New Jersey high school, Aidan had become a liberated teen and moved out of
his parent's house and away from the abuse and the bullshit. Unfortunately, he
really had nowhere to go and was soon grabbing grub and a place to sleep from
whomever was charitable enough to take him in for a few days. It was getting
tiresome, even after just a few months and even though he had recently turned
eighteen. Damn, he needed some cash and he was just about at the end of his
rope. He had looked into the pay for male actors in straight porn and it didn't
come close to the pay for most actors in gay films. In most cases, one would be
looking at making about one fifth the pay doing straight porn as opposed to the
homosexual variety. Beyond that, there weren't a ton of options in Jersey... He
had never so much as looked at a man in a sexual manner much less kissed one or
done......anything else. Jesus! What was he thinking?



Determined to do it now or never, Aidan took hold of the door handle and pushed
open the cheap and hollow steel door. The hinges creaked a bit and when he
stepped inside he jumped a bit as the door swung back very quickly and made a
huge banging sound. The area he was standing in was relatively Spartan, just
inexpensive carpeting and paneling covering a room approximately 15 x 15. A
ratty couch and a couple of old-looking chairs were the only adornments. He
looked towards what he supposed was the front of the room and saw a comely young
women dressed mostly conservatively with just a hint of cleavage showing,
sitting behind a desk which was behind a sliding glass window, almost like a
doctor's office. He walked forward, slowly, almost shyly until he was right in
front of the window. The girl looked up at him and smiled as she reached forward
to open the slider.



"Hi there. I'm Melissa. Do you have an appointment with Jerry?" She was very
sweet sounding and her easy demeanor put Aidan at somewhat of ease. "Uh, not
really, I mean, no. I didn't call or...anything. I just saw an online ad and
decided to...just drop in...I'm Aidan, by the way." He cleared his throat nervously
and looked away from Melissa, quite embarrassed now by what he found himself
doing. She smiled again and he found himself thinking that she was very pretty.
"You seem a little...nervous, sweetie. Don't worry. You are super cute. The guys
are gonna love you. I do need to see a driver's license, though." He smiled
weakly at her obvious attempt to both compliment him and soothe his nerves as he
reached for his wallet and handed her the license. She looked at it for a few
seconds and then placed it on top of the glass on the copier next to her desk
and pressed a button. Then she handed it back to him. Meanwhile, Aidan was
having serious second thoughts and was considering leaving when Melissa spoke to
him again. "Look, all you have to do is listen to what Jerry has to say. If you
don't like what you hear, walk away. But you can make a ton of cash in a short
time if you want to try it out......Should I check with Jerry and find out if he can
see you soon......?" Aidan struggled with the question for a moment as he looked
back at the gray metal door. It would be so easy to just walk back out. But
then, he would be throwing away a chance at potentially a lot of money. Could he
go ahead with this? Would he, if push came to shove? Now or never, he thought.
"Yeah, I'll talk to Jerry, if he can see me this afternoon yet. I think if I
have to schedule an appointment, I might not come back..." Melissa got up from her
desk and hurried to another door behind her. "I think he may be free in a few
minutes, but I want to make sure, honey. Just hold on a sec.... OK?"



Aidan stepped back from the window a bit and waited for Melissa to return. She
did, about two minutes later and motioned him back up to the desk. The window
slid open. "Jerry has an open spot in about fifteen minutes, Aidan. Is that OK?"
She smiled almost a little apologetically at him and he nodded his consent that
it would indeed be OK. He sat down on the chewed up couch and began his wait.
Sitting there, he slowly slipped into a bit of light daydreaming and before he
knew it Melissa was calling for him. "He's right back here, honey. Now I should
warn you, Jerry's a bit......well he's a bit, shall we say......gregarious? He's
off-putting to some people, is all I'm saying..." She looked back at him and
flashed another gorgeous smile. He smiled back and stepped through the tiny gate
next to the desk, then continued on to follow after her. They went through an
even cheaper looking wooden door and then down a short hallway and stopped in
front of a gaudy purple entryway. Melissa knocked and then opened the door. A
blast of heat and cigarette smoke hit Aidan square in the face, almost blowing
him back. The room was dimly lit and clearly, the air conditioner was not
operating properly. A voice spoke out. "Yeah, come on in, come on in. Thank you
Melissa. Let my 2:30 know that I may be running a bit late, will ya doll?
Thanks!" The voice was like gravel being dragged across sandpaper. Aidan stepped
into the room further and again, found himself jumping a bit as the door slammed
shut behind him.


His eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the dim lighting and as they did he saw
a skinny, greasy-looking Caucasian man sitting behind a huge desk that looked to
be made of oak or the like, littered with papers, DVDs and a laptop computer.
Behind him stood a television set on a five-foot high rolling cart. The man
himself had slick-backed black hair and a thin Zorro-like mustache. He was
wearing sunglasses and a rather loud purple suit. He was pretty much the epitome
of every stereotype of the sleazy porn producer. "Hey what's up baby? Have a
seat. Shit! Melissa told me you were a pretty one and goddamn if she wasn't
right! Shit that gal's got an eye for the cute types, for sure..." The gravelly
voice grated on Aidan's ears like glass being broken over his head; he sat down.
"Uh, hi Jerry. My name's Aidan. I...just wanted to...talk to you...for a few minutes...I
guess..." His voice faltered at the end. Jerry shouted right back. "Yeah, baby you
looking to make some movies? You know what kind of shit I produce here right?"



Aidan almost had to stifle a small laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.
He could barely believe that this guy actually existed. It was all so
over-the-top. "Uh, yeah. Um...gay type...stuff, right. I mean I thought it said gay
movies...in the ad..." Jerry gave him his best sleazy smile and laughed his throaty,
gravelly laugh. "Right you are, baby! But not just any old gay porn. Any idea
what the B-O-W stands for? Well, it's `Black On White'. I only do interracial
gay porn. And it's purely black tops and white bottoms. Shit man! A few years
ago, this shit didn't even barely exist. Now, it's a fuckin' goldmine!"



Jeez, this guy was freaking crazy, Aidan thought. But he was still interested in
finding out about what kind of money was really going to be on the table. "Uh, I
don't understand a couple things. You said `tops' and `bottoms'. I'm not really
sure what that means..." Aidan's face turned a shade of red as if embarrassed by
his lack of knowledge. Jerry looked at the kid with real surprise. Damn this one
was a true innocent, or at least appeared to be. He couldn't recall the last
time they had had an actual virgin come through the studio. His stable of black
studs would have a field day with the white kid, and Jerry felt sure he had him
on the hook, he just had to reel him in. "Well, kiddo, a `top' is the guy who
does the fucking and a `bottom' is the guy who takes the fucking, kinda like a
girl. In short, the part you're applying for would be the bottom and it would be
your job to take your top's prick in your mouth and...uh...your asshole too...if you
agreed to that. Hope I'm not being too blunt but that's the long and short of
it...Maybe I can show you some clips from some of our movies or even introduce you
to some of the actors...?" He paused, letting his words sink in for the kid. It
was a lot to process and he was trying not to scare the boy off.  He slipped
into a slightly more professional manner of speaking. "I can assure you
everything we engage in here is perfectly legal. We have required STD and HIV
tests on all of our performers every month. Everyone's clean here. And you don't
gotta do nothing you don't want to......So let me ask you, and I'd really like the
truth here, are you a virgin?"


Aidan's mouth went dry at the question. He had been afraid that this query might
come up and he was embarrassed to admit that he had never had any sex with
anyone, boy or girl. He started to stammer out an answer. "Uh, er, yeah...I guess
I...kinda am..." He could feel his face flushing, growing hotter by the second.
Jerry flashed that sleaze-bag smile again, a gold tooth glinting even in the
faint light.  "Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, baby! Just asking, that's all. So
no girls or guys, huh? Straight up virgin...? Goddamn!!" Aidan smiled a bit
sheepishly, not quite certain what to make of the man's exuberant response to
his declaration of virginity. He looked down as he felt Jerry's eyes roving over
him, making him more than a bit uncomfortable. "Hey there, Aidan! Now if you get
shy with just me looking at you, how you think you're gonna do with a 5-man
camera and production crew and assorted lookers-on crowded all around? Huh,
baby?" He cackled gleefully, laughing at his own non-joke. "Why don't you stand
up and whirl around for me a couple times so I can get a better look at you..."
Aidan looked up, a little unsure but saw Jerry nodding to him to get up, so he
did. He twirled around slowly, once and then one more time in the opposite
direction. Jerry looked the kid up and down, voicing his approval with a series
of guttural grunts. He was no queer, but it was easy to see what faggots and
black tops would like about the boy. Aidan stood about 5'10" and weighed no more
than 170, maybe 175. He had a very svelte, trim figure with incredible round
buttocks, outlined as they were by his form-fitting jeans. He had light,
short-cropped blond hair but almost no visible body or facial hair. Blue eyes
and full lips accented an exceptionally pretty face. And he was very, very young
looking. So youthful looking, in fact, that Jerry doubted the kid would have any
trouble at all passing for sixteen or even fifteen. But he was holding a copy of
the kid's driver's license in his hand and it plainly stated that this person
was indeed, eighteen years old. Fuck. Many of his performers were ex-cons and
were no strangers to turning out young boipussy. It would be a bloodbath,
literally, deciding who would get to break the kid in. His tops made good money,
but this was the kind of job most of them would do for free. He'd have to make
an executive decision and they'd have to just deal with it. Still it wasn't
going to be pleasant when they found out Aidan was a virgin.



"Well, like I said before, you are a beauty! Now, you got any more questions for
old Jerry, baby?" Aiden sat back down again, sinking into the cushions of the
armchair. He took a breath. "Yeah, uh, I guess I do. Yeah. I was...mainly
wondering how...how much I can make...doing this...type of stuff......" Jerry was
expecting this, sooner rather than later. It always came down to money and B-O-W
Studios paid out a lot of it. He pulled out his list of standard rates for
amateur bottoms and began to read it off. "Well, baby, it all depends on just
what you're willing to do. We typically pay by the scene and when I'm naming off
pay rates, they're all based on one scene being 30-45 minutes, occasionally an
hour. Uh, let's see here... Blowjob only, $200, that's if you jerk the guy off
into your hand. Extra $50 for a facial, extra $150 for swallowing. $300 if
you'll deepthroat. $250 if you're willing to drink piss and/or get pissed on.
Let's see here...anal gets you $400 with a condom, $500 for bareback, $750 if you
take an internal cumshot. That's where the top actually shoots his...uh...sperm
inside you. Bareback means no condom. OK... You take on two black guys at once,
$1200. If you're willing to do a...uh...double...uh... anal, that pays out $1800. I
think that's pretty self explanatory. You double up on a black guy with another
bottom, and again, depending on what exactly you're willing to do, start at $800
and go as high as $2000. If you want to do some bondage scenes, those can pay up
to $2500. Uh, pole-dancing, feminization, yada yada. Yeah. There's a lot more
here, but I gotta tell you, one of our specialties here at the Studio is our
First-Timer video series. Maybe......yeah, maybe we'll take a look at one of those a
little later... Anyway, whatcha thinkin' baby?"



Aidan's head was spinning. All he was hearing were these sexual acts that Jerry
was expecting him to participate in. Some of them weren't even really sexual.
Who ever heard of getting peed on or......drinking it...? Maybe this wasn't what he
truly wanted to do after all, regardless of the money. "You know what, Jerry? I
think I may be wasting your time. I'm sorry, but I don't think this is going to
work out......" The producer had to think fast or he was going to lose the kid.
"C'mon baby! Before you make up your mind, let me show you around. Some of the
guys are here working, if you want to talk to someone who done this shit
before..." Aidan looked up at Jerry, interest showing in his eyes. Damn those
beautiful blue eyes. Jerry was wishing the chicks he dated were half as pretty
as this wannabe fag. "And did I mention that those First-Timer videos pay some
serious dough, baby? They run an hour fifteen to an hour and a half and pay out
a $3000 flat rate, for everything. $3000 bucks baby!! Probably more than you've
ever seen before, am I right?" He could see Aidan perk up at the mention of that
much cash. The kid was so young, Jerry was sure he hadn't made that much in his
entire life to this point.



Just then someone else knocked on the door and the producer beckoned him to
enter. Aidan turned to look and saw a boy, probably about his age and physique,
but with shoulder-length light brown hair and a couple of small tattoos. He was
wearing nothing but a tiny thong. Aidan couldn't help but blush at the boy's
nakedness, but the newcomer seemed not to notice. "You wanted to see me Jerry?"
In a sweet and sexy Southern drawl, the kid asked the question with an air of
nonchalant that suggested he had no qualms about running around in a teensy pair
of...panties, basically. "Yeah, baby! Percy this is a potential newbie, Aidan. I
need you to show him around the place. Introduce him to some of the guys,
especially the tops. He's never had cock before, OK, baby? Or pussy either."
Percy nodded. "Yeah, whatever, Jerry...Got it. Well, c'mon then. Let's have a
look-see." Aidan looked uncertainly at the producer who nodded back at him to
follow the brown haired lad. As they left the office, Aidan followed behind
Percy and couldn't help but look at the kid's taut, round buttocks, exposed as
they were in the clinging thong. He wasn't gay, but geez, that was a nice tush.



They walked down the hallway in the opposite direction of where he had come in
with Melissa. After a short trip they reached another doorway and went straight
through it. They walked out into a large open area and Aidan was slowly becoming
aware that the operation appeared to take up most of the building. "So you been
doing work here for Jerry?" Aidan asked with some trepidation, but the other kid
seemed nice. "Yeah, I've worked here for about four months or so. Done about
fifty movies..." Aidan felt his jaw drop. "Fifty!? Geez..." He tailed off and they
continued forward in silence. Ahead Aidan could see that not far ahead, no more
than fifty feet, was what looked like a film set, with cameras, lights and booms
all over the place. Percy turned and put his finger to his lips, suggesting that
they needed to be quiet. As they drew closer, some kind of slapping sound became
apparent along with some soft moaning and louder grunting. Upon coming around
the side of the set, it was plainly made up to be a jail cell and Aidan's jaw
dropped as his eyes settled on the site before him. On the small bench, on a
chintzy mattress that adorned it in the fake jail setting was a thin, blond
haired white kid about the same age as Aidan and Percy. The boy was on his hands
and knees and behind him, powering into him with shocking ferocity, was the
biggest black guy Aidan had ever seen in real life. He was huge, at least 6'6"
maybe taller and possessed a strong, brawny build, probably 270 to 280, all of
it muscle. The black guy was breathing hard and uttering profanities as he
slammed repeatedly into the kid, using all of his considerable might. The kid,
for his part, was, squealing and moaning, wriggling his buns and arching back
into every thrust of the black giant. Aidan followed Percy around the edge of
the set, unable to tear his eyes away from the incredible action, but needing to
watch where he was going as well. They stopped at a spot where they could see
almost perfectly the spot where the two sex buddies were joined together. Aidan
had seen a few porno magazines and watched a couple movies before, but he had
never, ever actually seen two people fucking. Now that he was seeing it, he
found it exhilarating and he felt his prick starting to stiffen as all the blood
in his body rushed there. He could see every thick, stiff, glistening inch of
the black guy's cock as it disappeared between the white kid's smooth buns, only
to reappear a second later as it was pulled back out. In and out, in and out,
the rhythm continued like this for several minutes as both participants groaned
and moaned and ooohed and ahhhed. Aiden was mesmerized by the size of that
chocolate-colored flesh pipe. The length was impressive, possibly eight to nine
inches, but it's circumference was what truly awed; it looked as thick around as
a beer can and was meaty and solid. He looked back up and saw himself gazing
admiringly at the black man's muscled physique, dripping with sweat. Meanwhile,
the film crew was moving around, jostling to get into the best possible position
to capture all the sweaty, dirty deeds. Aidan hadn't even thought about how much
went into a film production, a lot of hard work and knowledge and technical
skills. Again he found himself impressed, but for entirely new reasons.



As they stood there just off the set, the black guy suddenly spoke. "Up, boy!
Turn around and face me, then sit back down on my cock. Now, bitch!" He pulled
out and sat down on the bench, the mattress scrunched up beneath him. The boy
groaned as the man withdrew but quickly did as told. "Yes, sir. I need you back
in my asshole, sir." Aidan's eyes grew wider yet again as he now had an
unfettered view of that monster prick. It was sawing the air impatiently, as if
eager for more action. He looked it up and down; he was amazed that it could fit
inside the boy. There was no way that big...thing, could ever go up inside his
ass. No way! They had to have guys here who were......smaller. Aidan turned his
attention back to the scorching sex action and saw the kid move to straddle the
much bigger man. The boy pushed up against the stud's chest, rubbing up into his
lover, whilst at the same time settling his tush back over the blood-engorged
tip of the man's cock. Aiden could plainly see straight up into the kid's
asshole, so gaping open was it. It was various shades of red and pink and
glistened wetly from the anal lubricant, sweat and rectal mucus.



In an instant, the black guy had pushed upward as the boy sat down and just like
that, they were connected again. Both males groaned loudly as they got back to
fucking and now the man was gripping the boy's slim waist, forcing the bitch up
and down his towering, ebony manhood. Now Aidan was almost shocked to see them
kissing, their tongues dueling and their lips swapping saliva. The action was
fast and furious now, even more than before. The kid was literally screaming,
begging for it harder and faster as the black stud crushed him into his
granite-like chest, pounding and levering and fucking like it was the last thing
he would ever do. He pulled out of their liplock and growled out a ferocious,
animalistic roar, almost a battle cry. And then they both stopped, frozen in a
moment as they strained, reaching for that which had been their goal all along.
Aidan stared, eyes large with shock and surprise and......lust? He knew
instinctively that they were both cumming, even though he had never seen it
happen in person or experienced it. His own boner pushed uncomfortably against
the zipper of his jeans, aching and throbbing painfully.



With a few more grunts, the white kid collapsed against his lover's hulking
form, both of them gasping for breath, sweating and flushed. Aidan was still
staring at the afterglow when he felt a tug on his arm and turned to see Percy
walking away, farther into the larger room, past the jailhouse set. It was
painful to walk, erect as his prick was, but he followed the other young man to
wherever he was going. They soon came to a small room, set up like a lounge or
breakroom with three huge black guys lounging around, two on the couch watching
ESPN, the other leaning against the small kitchenette counter drinking what
appeared to be whiskey, judging by the half empty bottle of Maker's Mark next to
the glass. The three were at least as big as the guy from the jailhouse scene,
possibly bigger in a couple of their cases. As Percy and Aidan walked in, the
three black dudes looked up; the two on the couch gave short, but welcoming
smiles; the guy standing up, nothing but an icy scowl. Percy immediately slid
onto the lap of the guy sitting on the left and put his arms around the dude's
neck. "Hi Marquez. Mmmmm, love those muscles, baby..." Percy cooed into the guy's
ear as he nuzzled his neck and ran his hands up and down the tank-top clad
torso. Aidan watched, blushing slightly, as Marquez grabbed and squeezed Percy's
round globes and the two engaged in a quick sparring of the lips, biting and
nipping at each other. "How you doing, sweetie? Yea, just like that. Shit, Perc,
as much as I want `nother bit of that honey-sweet pussy, you know I got ta go on
in an hour. Can't go nuttin' in you...maybe later tonight, huh? Yeah, you want
some a this shit, huh?" Aidan could see Marquez smile smugly as he coaxed just
the reaction he wanted out of the white kid. Aidan looked down and saw Percy's
hand slowly stroking the large lump in the dude's pants, all the while lightly
kissing his neck. Percy's own tiny penis was tenting the front of his thong.



"Aintchoo gonna introduce us to your little friend, Percy?" The other guy on the
couch spoke up, startling Aidan out of his reverie. Percy broke away from his
ministrations on Marquez's neck and chin. "Sorry, Jerome. This here is Aidan.
He's here talkin' to Jerry about coming aboard. Go easy on him, all right?" The
one named Jerome looked Aidan up and down, licking his lips and causing the kid
no small amount of discomfort. "C'mon over here, Aidan, is it? Yeah, boy, let's
have a look atchoo. Shit, go easy on him, ya said? Damn, baby! I'll go so sweet
and easy on dis ass... Ever had a black guy before, boy?" Aidan swallowed hard and
his voice caught in his throat as he struggled for an answer. "Uh, well, uh...I'm
not...really...uh..." His sentence tailed off, but Percy picked it up for him. "He's
never had a guy before, Jerome. Or even a chick...I think." The two blacks stared
at him, not sure if they had heard correctly. Marquez broke the stunned silence.
"Goddamn, you gotta be fuckin' shittin' us, right? No fuckin' way you a total
virgin... Never had pussy or cock, huh? Damn!"



Aidan was feeling the heat creep up into his face. "Well...I uh...just...never...got
around to it...I guess..." Both black guys were smiling arrogantly at him, as if
they knew something he didn't. He looked back at them, his embarrassment plainly
showing, as the two porn studs eyed him with predatory zeal. His eyes widened as
he saw Jerome stroking a bulge in his basketball shorts and Percy continued his
petting of Marquez's thickening erection. The two kept making out intermittently
all the while, Marquez keeping a firm, possessive grip on Percy's smooth, round
tush. Marquez pulled away from the kid long enough to speak up. "Shit, wouldn't
mind breaking in that azz. Ain't had no virgin quimmy in a long damn time..."
Jerome butted in, interrupting his buddy. "You gonna have ta fight me for dat
shit, brotha!" Aidan looked away, his cheeks on fire and his vision fell on the
other black guy in the room, the one still leaning against the counter. He was
the biggest one of them all, standing about 7'1" and weighing at minimum 325.
Like all the rest of the black studs they had encountered, he was all muscle. He
also looked like the meanest of the bunch. Their eyes met and the dude's chilly
stare turned even cooler. "Whatcha lookin' at faggot? I tell you to look at me?"
Aidan didn't know how to respond and he was terrified of offending the
pitch-black behemoth. "I...uh...sorry......sir..." He stuttered and stammered out the
words. The other two guys were sniggering under their breaths. "The only time
you gonna look me in the eyes is if you're suckin' my pole. Got it bitch?" The
colossal black guy stated it with the air of a man used to getting what he
wanted, when he wanted it, probably taking it by force.


Percy got up immediately and slinked over to the man. He seductively ran his
hand up and down the dude's enormous bicep. "Oh c'mon now, Dozer. Cantcha
lighten up a bit on the newbie? You're gonna scare the poor kid to death...C'mon,
baby...for me...?" The guy grunted as if in response and shrugged off Percy's light
touches. "Tell your little pansy friend that unless I got my cock wedged up in
his pussy or down his bitch throat, he don't even look at me! And he better damn
sho not talk to me." With that he stormed out of the lounge. Jerome and Marquez
instantly exploded with laughter; clearly this was all some kind of inside joke
with them. "Damn, kid! You got Dozer all riled up, or some shit! Fuckin' hey!"
Jerome was howling with laughs and he and Marquez were exchanging hand-slaps and
fist-bumps like they were going out of style. Marquez explained a bit more.
"Dozer loves fuckin' white faggot ass, but he don't like being associated with
faggots! Know what I mean?"



Percy shrugged them both off. "Well, fellas, we're gonna go check out some other
stuff. Told Jerry I'd take Aidan around the entire operation. We got a ways to
go yet..." He eyed Marquez hungrily and wiggled his fingers in a feminine parting
wave. "Bye Marquez. I'll see you later, baby, K?" The words rolled off his
tongue like sugar, like a Southern belle teasing her lover. With that the two
boys left the tiny porno breakroom and returned out into the bowels of B-O-W
Studios. They could hear faintly as the door closed some parting words from
Jerome. "I'll be seeing you `round the way, OK Aidan?" They continued down what
was supposed to be some sort of hallway and Aidan couldn't resist asking Percy
something. "Is Marquez...your...boyfriend...? He's...so......huge..." Percy turned and gave a
big smile. "He's huge in more ways than one, I can tell that. No, he's not
really my boyfriend. We've just done a lot of scenes together and we have a
great chemistry...so we kinda fuck around off the set, some...I think he's actually
got a girlfriend..."



They went on further and more questions flooded Aidan's head. "Hey, Percy? What
are the `First-Timer' videos? Jerry mentioned that they pay great, like $3000
bucks! Jesus, I've never seen that much money before..." Percy looked back again,
this time with something resembling reservation on his face. "Well, a lot of the
boys have done them. Jerry usually likes the youngest-looking bottoms to take
part; I don't think he's had too many actual virgins before, though. I did one,
a few months ago. It's an......interesting experience, I guess I'd say. They pair up
Dozer with a boy, lots of times. I actually had Marquez, but Dozer is Jerry's
usual choice. You gotta be willing to do almost everything...... You can make a
shitload of cash, though. You thinkin' about doing one?" Percy eyed him
inquisitively. "Yeah, I'm thinking, for sure. I could really use that three
grand..." Aidan responded, although somewhat slowly, as if unsure...



As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged....... Thanks!! Look for
Part 2 soon.

 Best, D.O.
celliophonic@yahoo.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/