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“Hi Chris! Punctual as always. Lola is just finishing off a promo with a newbie, she won’t be much longer if I know Lola… Grab something from the Green Room and I’ll call you.” The receptionist buzzed me through and I opened the third door on the right. Greenroom indeed! It was more of an office coffee bar and water station with a small fridge, sink, kettle, and basic-value-range microwave. The furniture was practical: just a couple of sofas and a small bistro table and chair set. I grabbed sparkling water from the fridge and turned. “Hi! I’m Randy.” I hadn’t spotted that I was not alone in this small room. On one of the sofas was a small towel; on the towel was a naked man.
Randy struck an imposing pose in his natural state: tanned and ripped like the Greek God Adonis; Popeye challenging muscles lightly tattooed to enhance their structure; foppish hair and unbelievably perfect white teeth. I suddenly felt intimidated; I had shot dozens of scenes since joining the agency and associated studio and thought I was doing well in the business but this guy’s physique was that of a porn superstar and was in stark contrast to my overtly normal insignificant body. He was wanking the largest cock I had ever seen; not that I had made a habit of staring at erections in contrasting comparison, but his was long and broad.
He removed his wanking hand from his cock, held it out towards me and I instinctively shook it without hesitation or mental reservation of any kind. “Aha! A fellow pro!! Only a pro would ever shake the hand of a naked wanker!!!” He was right; no normal man would want to touch the hand of another man that had been polishing a penis. We laughed; I sat on the other sofa and he resumed his self-indulgent wank to maintain that marvelous hard-on.
“Keeping you waiting, is she? Don’t do girls myself so a fluffer would be pointless! Blue and yellow pills do the trick and a good hand-jive maintains a working stance…” I had only done boy-girl straight scenes and a couple of 3-somes but never with another man in the action; even the camera crew were always girls. Actually, the all-female studio set-up suited me; the exhibitionist-flasher-pervert in me kept me interested. Randy was the first naked gay performer I had met; I don’t think he wanted to bugger me, well not off-set anyway! “Going to do a scene with a couple of young twinks; do you fancy watching whilst you are waiting?” Why not! Lola still had to finish off the newbie, have some lunch then get ready for sex with me; I have time.
“My guest on set.” Randy addressed one of the crew as we entered the studio. “He’s fucking girls this afternoon, silly sod! Don’t get it myself; why spend all that time pussy-fucking around when all the paying punters want to see is lots of good hard anal action and enough cum to fill a milk bottle. He might even like what he sees in this studio and diversify his deviances!”
The studio was set as a fetish dungeon; the scene was to be one muscled hunk using and abusing a couple of teenage twinks. Lots of leather, lots of lube and a surfeit of sodomy! Mmm!!! Preparation is the key to having pornographic sex without incurring pain or injury – anal tearing and prolapse would end a performer’s career before it had begun and no-one wants to be resigned to a colostomy bag because of their job. The three boys used lube and plugs to prepare their butts for the onslaught that was to be filmed over the next few hours. Cock-rings and leather harnesses completed the preparations and I had a hard-on just watching; I won’t need a fluffer today!
The set was closed, the lights were lit and the cameras were running: “Action.” For the uninitiated, let me enlighten you to some of the secrets of shooting porn. Pornographic sex is similar to the hot sex you have with your partner at home but you have to be rather acrobatic to get the right angles for the camera. Missionary position is easy to do but difficult to film since the man’s thrusting bottom hides the action; the punters are paying to see an erection penetrating a pussy, not some hairy arse bouncing up and down! Scripts describe the type of sex requires for the scene; there is very little dialogue to remember other than the occasional ‘fuck me harder’ or ‘cum in my mouth’; I’ve been in many scenes where I didn't speak at all, but horny booty didn't need explaining, all I really needed to understand was when my co-star talked dirty to me; talked dirty to me!
Randy was a horny sight on set: black leather harness with studded cock-ring and black Doctor-Martin style boots. The twinks’ harnesses were much thinner and they were barefoot; their erections were semi-stiffies compared to Randy’s rampant magnificence. One boy knelt before Randy with his arms and hands behind his back in subservient deference to his master; he opened his mouth in obedience and began a sensual cock-suck. The other boy was behind Randy fondling his arse cheeks and balls. The scene continued at a leisurely almost erotic pace whilst being filmed from a variety of angles and the occasional pause for stills that would be used on the DVD packaging. Watching that twink sucking such a magnificence really turned me on; I was rock hard and would have jacked off had I not been hired for a sex session with Lola’s muff. What was Fiona’s comment at my audition? “Interesting! I shall put you down as bi-curious.” Curious my arse, I want a blowjob from that young boy; is that wrong?
“Harder Randy, I want you to fuck his mouth harder.” There is one very satisfying observation about creating porn and that is that the directions are clear, very clear!
Fuck + Mouth + Harder = ACTION!!!
Randy took a vial from his ‘costume’ and inhaled its contents deeply. “AARGH!” His roar was primevally bestial, but was it in the script? Script?? What fucking script??? All I know is what I saw, or what I thought I saw: Randy popped something before he popped something. He bent his knees slightly, grabbed the youngster by the back of his head and rammed his cock deep into the poor lad’s throat again and again, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. The unviolated boy dropped behind Randy’s backside, rimmed his sphincter and fingered his anus. I had never watched gay porn with any interest before, now I was engrossed to the point of wanting to join in…
“Whenever you are ready Randy, we will take the timing from you.” More fucking directions from the fucking director of fucking. “Whenever you are ready to fuck the little twink.” Randy was ready and the little boy was there to be abused. “Cunt; you twinkie cunt; you’re gonna get it now.” Randy’s dialogue made little sense, but he wasn’t hired for his acting skills, he was hired for what he could and would do with his Biggus Dickus.
“AARGH!” With that roar, Randy grabbed the youngster by the outside of the throat that he had just been fucking and lifted him to his feet partially strangling him in the process. “AARGH!” The boys might have been playing submissive bottoms in this scene, but they were every bit as professional as Randy and knew exactly what to do next to maintain the illusion of violent and abusive gay violation.
Randy’s eyes were wide and wild as he hesitated briefly before turning the twink away from him so that the cameras could focus on a young willing anus being rammed hard by a mature cock. The action paused for more stills, camera and lighting reposition, and more anal preparation and lube. Alternating my gaze between live-action and TV monitor all I saw was a tiny anus and a mammoth helmet; the former too tight for the latter and the latter way too big for the former. My eyes watered.
Randy’s roar was echoed by the boy’s squeal. I was there on a set that I knew was a movie set and I thought it was real; I was convinced it was real; this was not a movie, this was real; I was watching a boy being violated in his virgin arse and my cock twitched with erotic excitement, surely that is wrong in every sense of the word. I was mesmerised and turned on to a new higher level of erotic stimulation.
The camera angle was about as imaginative as you could get. In straight porn, one cameraman captures the penetration in fine detail whilst another captures the actresses’ facial expressions: pain for anal penetration is good, as is pleasure for their ‘simultaneous’ (faked) orgasms. The monitor showed Randy’s cock ramming in and out of the twink’s anus as was to be expected; it also showed the twinks cock being wanked and the other boy’s fingers in Randy’s anus; another camera captured Randy’s bestial expression of lust and the twink’s pain in the same shot. Good stuff.
The pop-shots were well choreographed and not dis-similar to straight porn except that there were three cocks ready and willing and able to cum on demand. First to the pass was the impaled twink whose sperm was shed over the second boy’s face courtesy of Randy’s hand while remaining well and truly buggered to the rectal hilt. Randy took control of his own climatic destiny: he sped up his rogering of the young man to a frantic pace before withdrawing so that the camera could bask in the glory of a creamy shower that covered the twink’s balls and sphincter before completing his ejaculation in an anal cream-pie.
“Fucking kinky sex, don’t you think? It always gets me in the mood watching Randy’s scenes. Somehow the live-action works better for me than the edited DVD. Maybe it’s a girl thing.” I had not seen Lola enter the studio; her voice took me by surprise and made me feel awkward: we were scheduled for an afternoon of heterosexual vanilla sex for the general market, yet we were watching and getting turned on by a live-action dungeon-fetish gay fuck-fest. “Enjoy the show with me, you will be creaming my arse in a couple of hours’ time, so get some tips from the master!”
Suitably spent, the ‘Master’ withdrew his still twitching cock and was replaced by the hungry mouth of the second twink who’s role was to rim the first in order to remove all Randy’s spunk from his anus, a task he completed with alacrity. There remained one as yet un-filmed cum-shot so the scene progressed under direction to twink-on-twink oral action; no throat ramming or gagging this time, just pure unadulterated homo-erotic fellatio in close up.
As the action progressed towards an inevitable conclusion that might have been an anti-climax of a climax, the director shouted “Rain!” at which point randy Randy’s semi-erect penis began to emit a stream of light yellow piss dutifully aimed over the body and face of the youngsters before being directed at the sucked cock as it ejaculated thus mixing cum and piss in a rainbow of eroticism. The boys continued their piss play for an eternity before being told to “Cut!”
“Lola and Chris: studio one’s waiting. You get paid as fuckers not as perverted voyeurs!” Oops! Fiona had caught us with our pants down… We scurried down the hall, showered and were ready to shag on set faster than you could spell cunnilingus. Compared to the dandy Randy, our performance was positively tame; more vanilla than vanilla; oral, vaginal and anal then cum-on-face; all performed in the best possible taste and sure to satisfy the desires of our main audience: anyone and everyone who gets off watching a beautiful sexy girl being rogered senseless by a bloke who can then give a one-man bukkake bath to end the scene. Check it out: vanilla shagging is the bread and butter of the industry and I have been doing rather nicely thank you very much. A fuck a week pays more than the minimum wage; three fucks a week and I earn more than the national average salary, and I get to empty my balls onto some exceedingly attractive girls; what’s not to like?
After I had showered and redressed, Fiona called me into her office. “What did you think of Randy’s work?” That was a loaded question if I ever heard one. Randy’s ‘work’ consisted of ramming his enormous fleshy phallus into a young boy’s arse as deep as possible without ruining his rectum; sorry Fiona, I said straight when I signed and I meant it, Randy is not going to bugger me; not for all the tea in China, all the silk in Ceylon and all the lube in Anne Summers, so don’t ask.
“Take that fucking stupid look off your face; I am NOT going to ask you to do a scene with randy Randy the handy dandy. You’d freak and never work again; actually, most girls would freak at the thought of that freaks cock anywhere near their cunts let alone their arses. So, chill out fast.” Phew! “Now that you have passed through your initiation period of fucking on film, you are suitably experienced to consider diversifying your portfolio of genres.” Pardon, what the fuck did that mean? “Vanilla sex is good and you are in demand, which is always good.” In demand? Compared to handy Randy I am Mr Blobby with a dick! How can I be ‘in demand’? “The men and women who buy our artwork love poses that show everything that they can’t see with their partners. Think about this for a moment: if every husband confessed his sexual desire to his wife and his wife then fulfilled those desires there would be no purpose to prostitutes or pornography. We sell a desire; we turn a fantasy into a video reality; we make dreams cum true!” Agreed; I get paid to be someone else fulfilling a fantasy.
“You have studio dates confirmed for the next month and I am more than happy to keep on booking you for the same vanilla scenes if that’s what you really want. I am also suggesting that you might want to consider exploring some of your fantasies; all at our expense and possibly at double your current rate of pay!” Double pay? I like the sound of double pay; I don’t like the thought of being rogered by Randy-Randy (so horny they named him twice). Double pay???
Fiona gave me a password that gave free and unlimited access to the studio’s back catalogue of fuck-films dating back to before most of their current starlets entered pre-puberty. The list of main genres was comprehensive but nothing more than I had already done; I delved deeper. Contrary to many popular misconceived prejudicial assumptions about the industry, nobody is ever required to do anything they don’t want to do; in fact, the studio with whom I work requires a positive request for any genre before being invited to shoot a scene in that genre. There are minor caveats: vaginal penetration and mutual oral sex have to be agreed upon before you get any work, but girls have to opt-in to anal penetration and creampies either oral or vaginal. Sex trafficking this ain’t! Fun it is!!!
Between shooting regular scenes at studio one, I watched porn films of almost every genre produced by the company; lots of kinky stuff but never anything i*****l. In my private life, I did enjoy watching gay porn and was now really getting turned-on watching scenes of Randy-Randy really going for it; Fiona did describe me as bi-curious at my audition! After thinking long and hard about what I had watched and all the long hard dicks I had drooled over that had made me long and hard, it was time for me to consider my future in the business: to diversify or not to diversify, that is the question; whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer as a sadomasochist and enjoy outrageous fortune, or to take part in a sea of water-sports fun and, by taking the piss, become wealthy? Aye, there’s the rub!
The wisdom of the talented Mr Shakespeare versus the rogering antics of the very talented Mr Randy-ripped the randy man? I put pen to paper and started listing what I would never do:
• BDSM
• GAY
• EXTREME
Mmm. That doesn’t seem like a long list of won’t do so don’t ask me; diversification time!
“Bi-curious! That’s what I said all along; all straight men who have ever wanked off their own dirty-dicks are curious, very curious. We’ll start you off with a nice little double-penetration scene just to get you comfortable working in close proximity to cocks.” Err! Okay Fiona, you know best!!
I had worked with Julia before: deep-throat, squirting pussy and anal creampie; I never forget a face… My co-star was John Thomas; no, that really was his real name as shown on his passport, driving licence and birth certificate! “First D-P?” he asked, “Don’t worry, I’ll try not to touch your dick; this is strictly one cock per orifice, but balls on balls can’t be avoided at the business end.”
Julia was good; Julia was very good; Julia could blow the most hardened professional off in a matter of minutes; Julia was Miss Sucky-Ducky of the year and she knew it; if the studio paid her by the blowjob-cum-shot then she was a millionaire! They didn’t; she wasn’t. What that girl could do with her mouth defied belief; she was my first oral creampie scene and reduced me to an ejaculating wreck!
She alternated her oral attention in this scene between John Thomas’s john-thomas and my copious cock; what she did not do was take both our cocks in her mouth at the same time: this was strictly one cock per orifice or per part of per orifice! The penis may well be mightier than the sword, but Julia’s mouth is mightier yet. Yummy…
This felt move vanilla than vanilla and I do like vanilla, but I also like raspberry ripple! The scene and camera angle reset to capture my best side as I fucked her pussy doggy-style whilst she gobbled J-T’s j-t; which was nice! My fee for this scene was exactly the same as before and I really couldn’t work out how I was diversifying my portfolio. Jolly nice fuck though…
John and I changed positions as directed but this remained spit-roast porn, not D-P; surely, we were expected to fuck her anally and vaginally at the same time? “First position.” Has the director gone totally mad? This is porn, not ballet! Julia knew the routine; she pushed me onto my back then mounted my errand erection, grinding her hips and pussy as she did so, all-the-while sucking on a cock that hung within spitting distance of my face. Crikey, Julia was fucking good at fellatio! “Second pos…”
Julia remembered her lines which she delivered impeccably: “fuck my arse; NOW!” Had I not been in flagrante delicto, I might have taken Julia up on her offer; as things stood, or lay, I was in no position to move; but I knew a man who was! And he did!!! “Just keep fucking my pussy” she whispered in my ear “and try not to creampie me!”
On the monitor, I could see my shaft glistening with pussy juice as I continued to shaft her at a pace fast enough to look frantic but just slow enough for me to keep ejaculatory control. Julia turned her face to the camera (was she a contortionist?), spread her arse cheeks and gaped her anal sphincter. John rubbed anal lube on his glans and prepared to bugger the lass.
His anal entry was slow and deliberately exposed for the camera angle; slow, long and deep. The sensation for me was strange yet rather pleasant. As I shafted away, Julia’s pussy became noticeably tighter as John’s cock filled her anus, squeezing her cunt in the process. Sensing that I was on the verge of creaming her to the hilt, Julia pushed herself onto my cock to stop me from thrusting; she was now fully filled and John’s balls were resting on mine: a strange yet pleasant sensation!
He partially withdrew until his glans was just visible then started fucking her anus as hard and as fast as he could, she squealed with pleasure whilst remaining firmly impaled on my erection. John’s buggering of the beauty felt like his cock was wanking me off, I was struggling to keep any desire to remain in control. The sodomite grunted like a wild pig, withdrew his cock and frantically wanked it so the camera could see his hot cum on Julia’s gaping ass; he aimed the longest pop-shot at my balls where it landed with a force akin to being pissed on. His cum trickled around my balls and across my anus; Julia rode me like a stallion until I was about to cum in her pussy whereupon she leaped off, grabbed my cock and wanked me over her face, encouraging me to cum in her hair.
Wow, that was good sex! No cock-on-cock action, no homo-eroticism, yet I had had an amazing experience thanks to another man’s erection and another man’s secretion; please, Fiona, I want some more!! “We’ve got a double-vag on Thursday, one of the blokes we had booked for it has had to pull out (pun intended)! May not be your thing since there will be cock-on-cock action inside the girl’s pussy; to be precise, your cock will be wanked by some ‘hairy-arsed’ bloke’s penis whilst you are trying to pussy fuck. If you say yes, don’t freak out on set…” I thought about it before agreeing; I had already been wanked by a cock in a girl’s arse, a cock that then came over my balls, how different could it be?
I got to the studio an hour early; Julia and John were already in the green room limbering up and loosening up. Julia and John! At least I had worked with that cock before!! “First double-vag?” he asked, “don’t worry, it’s her pussy we will be fucking not each other’s arses; I don’t bugger men, only like anal with girls, they are so smooth and yummy!” How true; every time I did anal with a girl on set, she was so perfectly prepared that it was like fucking a young tight pussy; even rimming a girl tasted so sweet that I couldn’t help giving a bit of tongue buggery – double yummy!!!
We prepped and set out our business-stalls in the studio: two naked men with a stockinged girl kneeling between us ready to wank and suck our cocks in pre-fluffing action that would seamlessly lead up to the main event. Julia worked her spit and polish routine to the camera and for the pleasure of the paying public; what a pouting pussycat she was: Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend sucked your cock like me? Don't cha? Don't cha?
She held both our cocks in one hand; it was the first time I had my cock touching that of another man. I didn’t have time to flinch as Julia’s mouth engulfed us in double oral action, her tongue flitting over, around and between two dicks; her mouth eagerly sucking; her hands massaging our balls and pulling us deeper towards her throat. John put an arm around me to steady himself and I reciprocated; it was the first time I had touched a man’s naked body: it felt natural.
When we moved to pussy-fucking fun-time, Julia mounted and rode John cowgirl style whilst I had her mouth all to myself and was encouraged to deep-throat the gagging girl. “Fuck my pussy. My tight wet cunt demands a hard double-fuck and demands it now.” Julia was good at remembering her lines; if that really was scripted! I moved and grabbed a bit of lube, and the camera angles were reset; double-vag here we cum.
John paused his shafting to allow me to enter my cock alongside his; which was nice! Tantalisingly, her anus puckered as I was about to enter; that ass looked good, but I am a professional fucker and am here for vaginal double penetration, not sodomy. Sorry!!! My glans slid easily into the glistening entrance to one hell of a gorgeous pussy made extra tight by an already present penis-erectus. I don’t know what I thought it would feel like sliding my erection along the pussy-juice lubricated shaft of another erection, but it just felt like a very tight virgin pussy that wanted to be penetrated slowly and tenderly; it was fucking awesome! As I approached the fullest depth, my glans rubbed that of John; I almost apologised in true English fashion before Julia spoke again: “deeper, harder, faster; I want two hard cocks fucking my pussy deeper, harder, faster; fuck my tight wet cunt.”
We obeyed Julia’s stage directions: she was in charge of what happened to her pussy, us men were just there as phallic ejaculatory props! Occasionally our cocks penetrated her as one double-sized penis but mostly I went in as John came out and vice-versa; now that feeling was good, I could really get used to cock-on-cock action so long as a wet pussy was involved.
The sex got wilder until I could hold back no longer; I withdrew from Julia’s soaking pussy, grabbed my gleaming shaft with my right hand and began frantically wanking away whilst pointing my glans towards her gaping anus. I had learned a trick for the pop-shot that worked for me and sent numerous streams of salty semen across whichever girl I was working with; I relaxed slightly until the first jet of cum shot out then squeezed for an even more forceful shot.
The first drops of pre-cum lubricated my hand as I stared lustfully at John’s cock as it selfishly fucked the wettest pussy imaginable; I made my decision and took aim. My aim was good and my cum landed on John’s cock and balls rather than Julia’s ass; John felt my hot seed, withdrew and wanked off towards her arse, covering her cheeks with his cum. Wow! What a double finish! “You did that on purpose, you cheeky young fucker!” John was not wrong; I had made a good call and he liked it.
Diversification had increased my income but only because I was getting more scenes; I still hadn’t been offered anything more lucrative. The studio doesn’t shoot on a Sunday (religious observance in the porn industry always struck me as a double standard) so I was surprised to receive an SMS text message from Fiona “check your fucking emails – wanker
Randy struck an imposing pose in his natural state: tanned and ripped like the Greek God Adonis; Popeye challenging muscles lightly tattooed to enhance their structure; foppish hair and unbelievably perfect white teeth. I suddenly felt intimidated; I had shot dozens of scenes since joining the agency and associated studio and thought I was doing well in the business but this guy’s physique was that of a porn superstar and was in stark contrast to my overtly normal insignificant body. He was wanking the largest cock I had ever seen; not that I had made a habit of staring at erections in contrasting comparison, but his was long and broad.
He removed his wanking hand from his cock, held it out towards me and I instinctively shook it without hesitation or mental reservation of any kind. “Aha! A fellow pro!! Only a pro would ever shake the hand of a naked wanker!!!” He was right; no normal man would want to touch the hand of another man that had been polishing a penis. We laughed; I sat on the other sofa and he resumed his self-indulgent wank to maintain that marvelous hard-on.
“Keeping you waiting, is she? Don’t do girls myself so a fluffer would be pointless! Blue and yellow pills do the trick and a good hand-jive maintains a working stance…” I had only done boy-girl straight scenes and a couple of 3-somes but never with another man in the action; even the camera crew were always girls. Actually, the all-female studio set-up suited me; the exhibitionist-flasher-pervert in me kept me interested. Randy was the first naked gay performer I had met; I don’t think he wanted to bugger me, well not off-set anyway! “Going to do a scene with a couple of young twinks; do you fancy watching whilst you are waiting?” Why not! Lola still had to finish off the newbie, have some lunch then get ready for sex with me; I have time.
“My guest on set.” Randy addressed one of the crew as we entered the studio. “He’s fucking girls this afternoon, silly sod! Don’t get it myself; why spend all that time pussy-fucking around when all the paying punters want to see is lots of good hard anal action and enough cum to fill a milk bottle. He might even like what he sees in this studio and diversify his deviances!”
The studio was set as a fetish dungeon; the scene was to be one muscled hunk using and abusing a couple of teenage twinks. Lots of leather, lots of lube and a surfeit of sodomy! Mmm!!! Preparation is the key to having pornographic sex without incurring pain or injury – anal tearing and prolapse would end a performer’s career before it had begun and no-one wants to be resigned to a colostomy bag because of their job. The three boys used lube and plugs to prepare their butts for the onslaught that was to be filmed over the next few hours. Cock-rings and leather harnesses completed the preparations and I had a hard-on just watching; I won’t need a fluffer today!
The set was closed, the lights were lit and the cameras were running: “Action.” For the uninitiated, let me enlighten you to some of the secrets of shooting porn. Pornographic sex is similar to the hot sex you have with your partner at home but you have to be rather acrobatic to get the right angles for the camera. Missionary position is easy to do but difficult to film since the man’s thrusting bottom hides the action; the punters are paying to see an erection penetrating a pussy, not some hairy arse bouncing up and down! Scripts describe the type of sex requires for the scene; there is very little dialogue to remember other than the occasional ‘fuck me harder’ or ‘cum in my mouth’; I’ve been in many scenes where I didn't speak at all, but horny booty didn't need explaining, all I really needed to understand was when my co-star talked dirty to me; talked dirty to me!
Randy was a horny sight on set: black leather harness with studded cock-ring and black Doctor-Martin style boots. The twinks’ harnesses were much thinner and they were barefoot; their erections were semi-stiffies compared to Randy’s rampant magnificence. One boy knelt before Randy with his arms and hands behind his back in subservient deference to his master; he opened his mouth in obedience and began a sensual cock-suck. The other boy was behind Randy fondling his arse cheeks and balls. The scene continued at a leisurely almost erotic pace whilst being filmed from a variety of angles and the occasional pause for stills that would be used on the DVD packaging. Watching that twink sucking such a magnificence really turned me on; I was rock hard and would have jacked off had I not been hired for a sex session with Lola’s muff. What was Fiona’s comment at my audition? “Interesting! I shall put you down as bi-curious.” Curious my arse, I want a blowjob from that young boy; is that wrong?
“Harder Randy, I want you to fuck his mouth harder.” There is one very satisfying observation about creating porn and that is that the directions are clear, very clear!
Fuck + Mouth + Harder = ACTION!!!
Randy took a vial from his ‘costume’ and inhaled its contents deeply. “AARGH!” His roar was primevally bestial, but was it in the script? Script?? What fucking script??? All I know is what I saw, or what I thought I saw: Randy popped something before he popped something. He bent his knees slightly, grabbed the youngster by the back of his head and rammed his cock deep into the poor lad’s throat again and again, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. The unviolated boy dropped behind Randy’s backside, rimmed his sphincter and fingered his anus. I had never watched gay porn with any interest before, now I was engrossed to the point of wanting to join in…
“Whenever you are ready Randy, we will take the timing from you.” More fucking directions from the fucking director of fucking. “Whenever you are ready to fuck the little twink.” Randy was ready and the little boy was there to be abused. “Cunt; you twinkie cunt; you’re gonna get it now.” Randy’s dialogue made little sense, but he wasn’t hired for his acting skills, he was hired for what he could and would do with his Biggus Dickus.
“AARGH!” With that roar, Randy grabbed the youngster by the outside of the throat that he had just been fucking and lifted him to his feet partially strangling him in the process. “AARGH!” The boys might have been playing submissive bottoms in this scene, but they were every bit as professional as Randy and knew exactly what to do next to maintain the illusion of violent and abusive gay violation.
Randy’s eyes were wide and wild as he hesitated briefly before turning the twink away from him so that the cameras could focus on a young willing anus being rammed hard by a mature cock. The action paused for more stills, camera and lighting reposition, and more anal preparation and lube. Alternating my gaze between live-action and TV monitor all I saw was a tiny anus and a mammoth helmet; the former too tight for the latter and the latter way too big for the former. My eyes watered.
Randy’s roar was echoed by the boy’s squeal. I was there on a set that I knew was a movie set and I thought it was real; I was convinced it was real; this was not a movie, this was real; I was watching a boy being violated in his virgin arse and my cock twitched with erotic excitement, surely that is wrong in every sense of the word. I was mesmerised and turned on to a new higher level of erotic stimulation.
The camera angle was about as imaginative as you could get. In straight porn, one cameraman captures the penetration in fine detail whilst another captures the actresses’ facial expressions: pain for anal penetration is good, as is pleasure for their ‘simultaneous’ (faked) orgasms. The monitor showed Randy’s cock ramming in and out of the twink’s anus as was to be expected; it also showed the twinks cock being wanked and the other boy’s fingers in Randy’s anus; another camera captured Randy’s bestial expression of lust and the twink’s pain in the same shot. Good stuff.
The pop-shots were well choreographed and not dis-similar to straight porn except that there were three cocks ready and willing and able to cum on demand. First to the pass was the impaled twink whose sperm was shed over the second boy’s face courtesy of Randy’s hand while remaining well and truly buggered to the rectal hilt. Randy took control of his own climatic destiny: he sped up his rogering of the young man to a frantic pace before withdrawing so that the camera could bask in the glory of a creamy shower that covered the twink’s balls and sphincter before completing his ejaculation in an anal cream-pie.
“Fucking kinky sex, don’t you think? It always gets me in the mood watching Randy’s scenes. Somehow the live-action works better for me than the edited DVD. Maybe it’s a girl thing.” I had not seen Lola enter the studio; her voice took me by surprise and made me feel awkward: we were scheduled for an afternoon of heterosexual vanilla sex for the general market, yet we were watching and getting turned on by a live-action dungeon-fetish gay fuck-fest. “Enjoy the show with me, you will be creaming my arse in a couple of hours’ time, so get some tips from the master!”
Suitably spent, the ‘Master’ withdrew his still twitching cock and was replaced by the hungry mouth of the second twink who’s role was to rim the first in order to remove all Randy’s spunk from his anus, a task he completed with alacrity. There remained one as yet un-filmed cum-shot so the scene progressed under direction to twink-on-twink oral action; no throat ramming or gagging this time, just pure unadulterated homo-erotic fellatio in close up.
As the action progressed towards an inevitable conclusion that might have been an anti-climax of a climax, the director shouted “Rain!” at which point randy Randy’s semi-erect penis began to emit a stream of light yellow piss dutifully aimed over the body and face of the youngsters before being directed at the sucked cock as it ejaculated thus mixing cum and piss in a rainbow of eroticism. The boys continued their piss play for an eternity before being told to “Cut!”
“Lola and Chris: studio one’s waiting. You get paid as fuckers not as perverted voyeurs!” Oops! Fiona had caught us with our pants down… We scurried down the hall, showered and were ready to shag on set faster than you could spell cunnilingus. Compared to the dandy Randy, our performance was positively tame; more vanilla than vanilla; oral, vaginal and anal then cum-on-face; all performed in the best possible taste and sure to satisfy the desires of our main audience: anyone and everyone who gets off watching a beautiful sexy girl being rogered senseless by a bloke who can then give a one-man bukkake bath to end the scene. Check it out: vanilla shagging is the bread and butter of the industry and I have been doing rather nicely thank you very much. A fuck a week pays more than the minimum wage; three fucks a week and I earn more than the national average salary, and I get to empty my balls onto some exceedingly attractive girls; what’s not to like?
After I had showered and redressed, Fiona called me into her office. “What did you think of Randy’s work?” That was a loaded question if I ever heard one. Randy’s ‘work’ consisted of ramming his enormous fleshy phallus into a young boy’s arse as deep as possible without ruining his rectum; sorry Fiona, I said straight when I signed and I meant it, Randy is not going to bugger me; not for all the tea in China, all the silk in Ceylon and all the lube in Anne Summers, so don’t ask.
“Take that fucking stupid look off your face; I am NOT going to ask you to do a scene with randy Randy the handy dandy. You’d freak and never work again; actually, most girls would freak at the thought of that freaks cock anywhere near their cunts let alone their arses. So, chill out fast.” Phew! “Now that you have passed through your initiation period of fucking on film, you are suitably experienced to consider diversifying your portfolio of genres.” Pardon, what the fuck did that mean? “Vanilla sex is good and you are in demand, which is always good.” In demand? Compared to handy Randy I am Mr Blobby with a dick! How can I be ‘in demand’? “The men and women who buy our artwork love poses that show everything that they can’t see with their partners. Think about this for a moment: if every husband confessed his sexual desire to his wife and his wife then fulfilled those desires there would be no purpose to prostitutes or pornography. We sell a desire; we turn a fantasy into a video reality; we make dreams cum true!” Agreed; I get paid to be someone else fulfilling a fantasy.
“You have studio dates confirmed for the next month and I am more than happy to keep on booking you for the same vanilla scenes if that’s what you really want. I am also suggesting that you might want to consider exploring some of your fantasies; all at our expense and possibly at double your current rate of pay!” Double pay? I like the sound of double pay; I don’t like the thought of being rogered by Randy-Randy (so horny they named him twice). Double pay???
Fiona gave me a password that gave free and unlimited access to the studio’s back catalogue of fuck-films dating back to before most of their current starlets entered pre-puberty. The list of main genres was comprehensive but nothing more than I had already done; I delved deeper. Contrary to many popular misconceived prejudicial assumptions about the industry, nobody is ever required to do anything they don’t want to do; in fact, the studio with whom I work requires a positive request for any genre before being invited to shoot a scene in that genre. There are minor caveats: vaginal penetration and mutual oral sex have to be agreed upon before you get any work, but girls have to opt-in to anal penetration and creampies either oral or vaginal. Sex trafficking this ain’t! Fun it is!!!
Between shooting regular scenes at studio one, I watched porn films of almost every genre produced by the company; lots of kinky stuff but never anything i*****l. In my private life, I did enjoy watching gay porn and was now really getting turned-on watching scenes of Randy-Randy really going for it; Fiona did describe me as bi-curious at my audition! After thinking long and hard about what I had watched and all the long hard dicks I had drooled over that had made me long and hard, it was time for me to consider my future in the business: to diversify or not to diversify, that is the question; whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer as a sadomasochist and enjoy outrageous fortune, or to take part in a sea of water-sports fun and, by taking the piss, become wealthy? Aye, there’s the rub!
The wisdom of the talented Mr Shakespeare versus the rogering antics of the very talented Mr Randy-ripped the randy man? I put pen to paper and started listing what I would never do:
• BDSM
• GAY
• EXTREME
Mmm. That doesn’t seem like a long list of won’t do so don’t ask me; diversification time!
“Bi-curious! That’s what I said all along; all straight men who have ever wanked off their own dirty-dicks are curious, very curious. We’ll start you off with a nice little double-penetration scene just to get you comfortable working in close proximity to cocks.” Err! Okay Fiona, you know best!!
I had worked with Julia before: deep-throat, squirting pussy and anal creampie; I never forget a face… My co-star was John Thomas; no, that really was his real name as shown on his passport, driving licence and birth certificate! “First D-P?” he asked, “Don’t worry, I’ll try not to touch your dick; this is strictly one cock per orifice, but balls on balls can’t be avoided at the business end.”
Julia was good; Julia was very good; Julia could blow the most hardened professional off in a matter of minutes; Julia was Miss Sucky-Ducky of the year and she knew it; if the studio paid her by the blowjob-cum-shot then she was a millionaire! They didn’t; she wasn’t. What that girl could do with her mouth defied belief; she was my first oral creampie scene and reduced me to an ejaculating wreck!
She alternated her oral attention in this scene between John Thomas’s john-thomas and my copious cock; what she did not do was take both our cocks in her mouth at the same time: this was strictly one cock per orifice or per part of per orifice! The penis may well be mightier than the sword, but Julia’s mouth is mightier yet. Yummy…
This felt move vanilla than vanilla and I do like vanilla, but I also like raspberry ripple! The scene and camera angle reset to capture my best side as I fucked her pussy doggy-style whilst she gobbled J-T’s j-t; which was nice! My fee for this scene was exactly the same as before and I really couldn’t work out how I was diversifying my portfolio. Jolly nice fuck though…
John and I changed positions as directed but this remained spit-roast porn, not D-P; surely, we were expected to fuck her anally and vaginally at the same time? “First position.” Has the director gone totally mad? This is porn, not ballet! Julia knew the routine; she pushed me onto my back then mounted my errand erection, grinding her hips and pussy as she did so, all-the-while sucking on a cock that hung within spitting distance of my face. Crikey, Julia was fucking good at fellatio! “Second pos…”
Julia remembered her lines which she delivered impeccably: “fuck my arse; NOW!” Had I not been in flagrante delicto, I might have taken Julia up on her offer; as things stood, or lay, I was in no position to move; but I knew a man who was! And he did!!! “Just keep fucking my pussy” she whispered in my ear “and try not to creampie me!”
On the monitor, I could see my shaft glistening with pussy juice as I continued to shaft her at a pace fast enough to look frantic but just slow enough for me to keep ejaculatory control. Julia turned her face to the camera (was she a contortionist?), spread her arse cheeks and gaped her anal sphincter. John rubbed anal lube on his glans and prepared to bugger the lass.
His anal entry was slow and deliberately exposed for the camera angle; slow, long and deep. The sensation for me was strange yet rather pleasant. As I shafted away, Julia’s pussy became noticeably tighter as John’s cock filled her anus, squeezing her cunt in the process. Sensing that I was on the verge of creaming her to the hilt, Julia pushed herself onto my cock to stop me from thrusting; she was now fully filled and John’s balls were resting on mine: a strange yet pleasant sensation!
He partially withdrew until his glans was just visible then started fucking her anus as hard and as fast as he could, she squealed with pleasure whilst remaining firmly impaled on my erection. John’s buggering of the beauty felt like his cock was wanking me off, I was struggling to keep any desire to remain in control. The sodomite grunted like a wild pig, withdrew his cock and frantically wanked it so the camera could see his hot cum on Julia’s gaping ass; he aimed the longest pop-shot at my balls where it landed with a force akin to being pissed on. His cum trickled around my balls and across my anus; Julia rode me like a stallion until I was about to cum in her pussy whereupon she leaped off, grabbed my cock and wanked me over her face, encouraging me to cum in her hair.
Wow, that was good sex! No cock-on-cock action, no homo-eroticism, yet I had had an amazing experience thanks to another man’s erection and another man’s secretion; please, Fiona, I want some more!! “We’ve got a double-vag on Thursday, one of the blokes we had booked for it has had to pull out (pun intended)! May not be your thing since there will be cock-on-cock action inside the girl’s pussy; to be precise, your cock will be wanked by some ‘hairy-arsed’ bloke’s penis whilst you are trying to pussy fuck. If you say yes, don’t freak out on set…” I thought about it before agreeing; I had already been wanked by a cock in a girl’s arse, a cock that then came over my balls, how different could it be?
I got to the studio an hour early; Julia and John were already in the green room limbering up and loosening up. Julia and John! At least I had worked with that cock before!! “First double-vag?” he asked, “don’t worry, it’s her pussy we will be fucking not each other’s arses; I don’t bugger men, only like anal with girls, they are so smooth and yummy!” How true; every time I did anal with a girl on set, she was so perfectly prepared that it was like fucking a young tight pussy; even rimming a girl tasted so sweet that I couldn’t help giving a bit of tongue buggery – double yummy!!!
We prepped and set out our business-stalls in the studio: two naked men with a stockinged girl kneeling between us ready to wank and suck our cocks in pre-fluffing action that would seamlessly lead up to the main event. Julia worked her spit and polish routine to the camera and for the pleasure of the paying public; what a pouting pussycat she was: Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend sucked your cock like me? Don't cha? Don't cha?
She held both our cocks in one hand; it was the first time I had my cock touching that of another man. I didn’t have time to flinch as Julia’s mouth engulfed us in double oral action, her tongue flitting over, around and between two dicks; her mouth eagerly sucking; her hands massaging our balls and pulling us deeper towards her throat. John put an arm around me to steady himself and I reciprocated; it was the first time I had touched a man’s naked body: it felt natural.
When we moved to pussy-fucking fun-time, Julia mounted and rode John cowgirl style whilst I had her mouth all to myself and was encouraged to deep-throat the gagging girl. “Fuck my pussy. My tight wet cunt demands a hard double-fuck and demands it now.” Julia was good at remembering her lines; if that really was scripted! I moved and grabbed a bit of lube, and the camera angles were reset; double-vag here we cum.
John paused his shafting to allow me to enter my cock alongside his; which was nice! Tantalisingly, her anus puckered as I was about to enter; that ass looked good, but I am a professional fucker and am here for vaginal double penetration, not sodomy. Sorry!!! My glans slid easily into the glistening entrance to one hell of a gorgeous pussy made extra tight by an already present penis-erectus. I don’t know what I thought it would feel like sliding my erection along the pussy-juice lubricated shaft of another erection, but it just felt like a very tight virgin pussy that wanted to be penetrated slowly and tenderly; it was fucking awesome! As I approached the fullest depth, my glans rubbed that of John; I almost apologised in true English fashion before Julia spoke again: “deeper, harder, faster; I want two hard cocks fucking my pussy deeper, harder, faster; fuck my tight wet cunt.”
We obeyed Julia’s stage directions: she was in charge of what happened to her pussy, us men were just there as phallic ejaculatory props! Occasionally our cocks penetrated her as one double-sized penis but mostly I went in as John came out and vice-versa; now that feeling was good, I could really get used to cock-on-cock action so long as a wet pussy was involved.
The sex got wilder until I could hold back no longer; I withdrew from Julia’s soaking pussy, grabbed my gleaming shaft with my right hand and began frantically wanking away whilst pointing my glans towards her gaping anus. I had learned a trick for the pop-shot that worked for me and sent numerous streams of salty semen across whichever girl I was working with; I relaxed slightly until the first jet of cum shot out then squeezed for an even more forceful shot.
The first drops of pre-cum lubricated my hand as I stared lustfully at John’s cock as it selfishly fucked the wettest pussy imaginable; I made my decision and took aim. My aim was good and my cum landed on John’s cock and balls rather than Julia’s ass; John felt my hot seed, withdrew and wanked off towards her arse, covering her cheeks with his cum. Wow! What a double finish! “You did that on purpose, you cheeky young fucker!” John was not wrong; I had made a good call and he liked it.
Diversification had increased my income but only because I was getting more scenes; I still hadn’t been offered anything more lucrative. The studio doesn’t shoot on a Sunday (religious observance in the porn industry always struck me as a double standard) so I was surprised to receive an SMS text message from Fiona “check your fucking emails – wanker
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