Date: Sat, 31 May 2014 09:23:45 -0700 From: Fettle Pulchritude <pulchritudinousman@outlook.com> Subject: "My Lover Jet: Fan Mail to a "Boy" Porn Star part 1" installment I love Drama. I live for it. Role play gives me motivation in the bedroom for what I would otherwise think of as mundane or just another fuck. At times my lover and I will dress up as Super Heroes, other times like monsters, vampires, and villains. You ever played warfare in the bedroom? "I'm going to annihilate that ass," or "I'm Enola Gay and I'm ready to drop the bomb Sir." But the ultimate in role play for me is that of Daddy and Son. It's by no chance that I met and fell in love with a porn actor. Who else would understand my sordid desires better than one who acts the parts out for a living? My lover Jethro, he goes by "Jet", is twenty-eight. He has a very petite skateboarder frame. He stands tall at five foot six and weighs a fit one-hundred thirty-five pounds. His shagged blond hair hangs to his shoulders in soft beach waves. Given the right lighting, and maybe a sip of Bourbon, you might easily think him in his mid-teens or younger. In fact since he was eighteen he has done that-acted the younger part. Yes that is right; Jet is a "boy" porn star. His films bring in the big bucks. You should see the collection of his fan mail he's received over the years. Many of the letters simply state "My 'Daddy', 'Uncle', 'Cousin', 'friend', 'neighbor', 'stranger', fucked me too?", while others express they wished such things did happen or had taken the chance when the opportunity presented itself. For big laughs we watch his earlier work late nights over a bowl of popped corn. Some of his best lines being: "?ooh Daddy. You're too big," as the hairy chested line-backer grabs his tiny hips and thrusts mercilessly hard into his gaping hole. In another film that he made when he was twenty his lines were: "Go easy on me Uncle Woody. You know I'm a virgin?" The reference to being a virgin was not over looked by his admirers. The letters were filled with quips such as "Virgin my ass!" or "Virgin? There's room for a General Omnibus in that ass!" Apparently there are still plenty of believers. Another letter stated, "Your deflowering" caused an orgasm that came deep from "the center of my brain down through my toes." Another said the thought of his "big dick sinking into that gripping tight virgin butt-hole" brought on an ejaculation that was "sweeter that a hit of pure sugar." There are splotch marks across that letter. Jet's pretty sure that the man jerked off over the letter before he sent it. Let me tell you Jet is no virgin. Better, he has complete control of those anal muscles. He has squeezed down so tight on my throbbing prick I thought it lucky it didn't bruise. Another lad named Jason wrote: "I snuck out of bed and down the hall to the living room because I heard the TV going and Trenton my older brother and his longtime friend Gary were making a commotion. They were drunk or high or something because they kept laughing and rough housing. Mom and Dad were away for the weekend and they left Trent in charge. I quietly hid around the corner in the hallway as I watched their banter. They both had thrown their shirts off. Both Trenton and Gary were on the school soccer team and are very fit. Trenton between laughs grabbed the TV remote and said, "You gotta see this," and a movie began to play. Trenton pushes Gary back onto the couch. They immediately turn in toward each other and begin rubbing each other's chest and abs muscles even lightly tweaking the nipples. They had started making out and French Kissing. Over their face sucking sounds I hear the TV blare out "Your Daddy told you to obey everything I tell you to do?Suck my dick boy." I hear a second softer voice saying, "Uncle Woody your dick is so big?" Trenton drops to his knees between Gary's legs. A moment later he has popped open the button fly of Gary's thread bare skin tight Five-O-One jeans and begins sucking Gary's huge thick athletic cock. Gary grabs my brother by the ears and pulls him down on his big dick. Trenton's hands roam all over Gary's chest and abs. The dialogue from the TV says, "Dad, I'm home. Where are you?" The voice of Uncle Woody replies, "I'm here with your cousin. Come help me. You can utilize all that training I've been giving you." Gary pipes up, "Shit, I can't believe your father has porno like this." Trent slugs Gary in the arm and shushes him saying; "Pay attention and learn?" He then went back to sucking Gary's cock." I snuck back to my room. If Trent had caught me spying on him I would be dead meat for sure. Lying upon my bed sheets I began to jack off to the image of Trent sucking Gary. Then something bigger hit me, MY DAD HAS PORNO. In the dark the spray of my boy juice strikes me in the face and drowns my chest in its mysterious gooeyness. I went asleep right after that. In the morning I woke up all crusty. Trent's bed was still made up so I tip-toed down the hallway and saw both Trent and Gary naked and asleep on the couch. I went and started a shower. No sooner than the water began to pour I hear my brother exclaiming, "Shit Gary, Jason's awake. Get dressed now." All sorts of hub-bub followed and I can tell they are busy "fluffing" the living room to make it appear that nothing had happened there. I hear the front door shut and I know Gary has left. I then hear my brother shuffle quickly down the hall toward our room. The water runs cool and I shut off the water. Wrapped in my towel I walk into my bedroom and there is Trent pretending to be asleep under the covers. His hair is all crusty and honestly he looks a little green. Whatever shit Gary and Trenton had done last night has definitely left Trent with a major hangover. After I dress Trent rolls over toward the wall. Trenton woke back up around noon. I was playing a game on the computer in our room. "Hey," I say to him, "It's Saturday. Do you think we could hit the matinee this afternoon? There is this movie?" In alarm Trenton flung his bedding aside and sat straight up. He had on in his jeans from last night. "Yeah, yeah," he mumbled in a foggy haze as he hustled to the living room. He had left the DVD in the player last night. I try not to give his behavior too much attention. But I did keep a keen ear open when he entered Dad's den. I wanted to know where the "stash" was. I visualized in my head where Trent was as I heard him rummage through the office closet. Sunday morning Trenton went over to another friends place leaving me home alone for a few hours. "BINGO!" I found Dad's porno. I snuck a DVD and some picture mags off the bottom of the stack. I tossed the magazines on my bed and insert the DVD in my computer. Just as I sit down to watch it I heard the garage door open. Dad and Mom were arriving early. I scramble and stuff the magazines between the mattresses of my bed. I just got them tucked away when Dad announced that they were home and asked if anyone was home. On my monitor the porn had loaded and made it through the warnings. I hit the power button on the monitor. The screen goes dark. I've got the headphones plugged in and I hear techno-house music begin playing out of them. I plop them over my ears and in a cold sweat I open a school text book, (Algebra and upside down), and sat down pretending to read at the desk. Just a few moments later I hear a light rap on my open door and my Dad asking, "So you are home? Keep studying 'Ace." That's my pet name I get called that when I achieve things and when I do stupid things. My parents look road beaten exhausted. Without saying anything more they continued down the hallway to their room shutting their door behind them. I let out a sigh of relief. I'm about to turn on the monitor when I see it, the plastic DVD case. "Shit, No," I thought to myself. The situation is a hot bed of trouble. I eject the DVD put it in its case and stash it away in the bottom drawer of my desk. Monday afternoon, Trent and I barely walk into the house after school when we hear our father yell at the top of his voice, "Trenton Samuel M------ get your ass in here I need to talk to you, now!" We both stand in the doorway of Dad's den. Dad orders, "Jason go to your room, shut the door, turn on the stereo as loud as you can, and do not leave until Trenton comes and gets you." I obey shuffling quickly down the hall relieved that I had escaped the wrath of my father. Poor Trent, Dad is a firm believer in Corporal punishment. He says it's Biblical. I've been on the receiving end of Dad's wooden paddle before. You learn to get it right mighty quickly. Secretly between you and me I like it. It kind of loosens up and rocks my inner core. A while back I discovered that I had a more intense ejaculation when I jacked off after being paddled. For a while there I purposefully would get in trouble to get my Dad to spank me after which I would splooge what seemed like liters. I wonder if Trenton has the same experience. Just the same, believe me it isn't all that fun to get you bum cheeks welted especially when you really are in trouble. I turn on my stereo after which I hear my father screaming at Trenton. I cautiously sneak down the hall and listen. "What the fuck went on here while we were away this week-end?" Trenton stammered and was trying to deny anything had. "Fucking don't lie to me son. You think I can't tell that my closet has been ransacked?" I could hear the terror in Trent's voice as he admitted that Gary had spent the night and they had found and watched a DVD. "But I put it all back in order," explained Trent. Oh my God, Trent is getting in trouble because I ransacked Dad's closet yesterday. I feel kind of bad. "And what if Jason walked in on you two?" "Well I?" "At this point it's not about him or watching the movie. It's about you respecting my stuff and space. Not even your mother is allowed in my den." "But?" "No buts about it. Shut and lock the door." He did. "Now drop your pants to the ground, grab your ankles, and count them out." The next thing I hear is Trenton's anguished counts. "Aah." "How many spankings is that Son?" "One spank Dad." "Why am I spanking you Trent?" "Because I need to respect?Aah? your things Dad." "How many is that Son?" "Two spanks Dad." "Yes Son, you are being spanked for getting into my things without permission. You need to respect ?" Trent cries out,"Aah." "?my things." "Aah", Trent cries out again. "How many is that?" "Four spanks Dad." "Wrong response Son," Trenton moans out two more times. "How many is that?" "Three spanks, four spanks Dad." "I think I should hear some appreciation from you. Do you know how painful it is for me to have to discipline you at your age? Do you hear me?" "Aah, Yes Dad, Thank you Dad. Five spanks, sorry for? ouch? your pain Dad. Six spanks Dad." "I need?" Trenton cries out "? to hear?" "Ouch" "? you ask me?" "yeow" "?for it Trenton." "Thank you Dad, seven spanks, eight spanks, nine spanks. Could I have another one Dad? Ouch!" "Wrong, ask politely." "Nine spanks Dad. Please Dad, may I have another?" "Ouch, Thank you Dad, ten spanks, could I have another spanking Dad-please?" "No, ten is quite enough to teach you your lesson. Now bend over my knees while I spread this cream over your rosy red butt cheeks. " There was silence followed by low groans and moans. "So," Dad says in a calm soothing voice, "you like watching my porn?" "Well I?" "You have obviously come of age. What we need from each other now Trenton is frankness. I understand about you being horny. You want to use my porn then ask. One other thing, DO NOT let your mother know about it, EVER!" The fear of being caught outside the den door had me scamper back to my room and quietly latch it closed. I'm a little bit surprised but about twenty-five minutes later I hear the shower start up. I was sure that I was going to get busted eavesdropping. I kind of wish I had stuck around to hear what happened during those thirty minutes after Trent's spankings. I just didn't dare. The shower ran for a long time. Whoever was in there probably ran the water cold. I lay casually across my bed pretending to read a graphic novel. I hear the footsteps of Dad walk past my door followed shortly by Trenton entering our bedroom wrapped in a towel. Trenton's skin is glowing clean reflecting light off his shoulders and firm pectorals. Oddly he seems mellow and content for having been whooped by Dad's paddle. When he drops his towel to the floor to dress in his plaid boxer shorts I can see that his bubble butt cheeks are still a bright tender pink. I couldn't help it; I ogle his winking butt-hole which is also a tender pink and wonder. The letter goes on about how Jason sneaks the DVD back to his father's den, but forgets that he has some magazines stuffed between his mattresses, which his mother finds weeks later and tells her husband to confront. So Jason confesses to his father who doesn't spank him. His dad says, "You don't think I noticed my things were missing? I figured something else was up when Trent said he put it all back in order. " He brings Trenton in and has Trent decide how to "punish" Jason because it was Jason's fault that Trenton got "whooped" by his Dad. Trenton's logic follows that since Ace hasn't actually seen the movie and all three "Men of the house" want to watch and seem to like the same porn they should watch it together. But the punishment part would be for Jason to serve Dad and Trent with a smile and phrase "Whatever you ask me to do I will do." Jet is quite intelligent and sane, well invested but with a heart of gold. What else is amazing is that through it all he is not even remotely addicted to drugs. "Take them or leave them," he said, "drugs are expensive and for the old and dysfunctional. I've got more important things to 'waste' my money on." At age twenty-eight he is one busy "fucker". He chairs three foundations of his making, and volunteers and donates regularly to other charities and research foundations and still manages to appear on set as the naive young bottom. "No Daddy, No?You're too big?Aah!"