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The Road to Stardom

By: AnotherDay



The year was 1999 and I'd just graduated from university. My name is Michael and I'm 23 years old. I scored a job, thanks to my Uncle, with an accounting firm in Los Angles, found a small apartment, and things were looking pretty good. I had a girlfriend who was the manager of a gym in the area and she was kind enough to give me a free membership. My life was moving along pretty well and I felt great about the future and what it all held for me.

Then things changed quickly and not in a good direction. My boss, who turned out to be a bigger idiot than anyone realized, was arrested for embezzling to support his massive coke habit. With his arrest, the firm closed and I lost my job. My girlfriend took a job at the corporate headquarters of her company and she moved back east. Then my car's transmission died and I didn't have the money to fix it, so I was forced to use my bike for any and all transportation. I was pretty down on my luck at this point and money got very tight. I spent the majority of my days looking for work and hit the gym every night since I was pretty well broke and couldn't afford to do much else. The only upside to this was the fact that riding my bike all afternoon from job interview to job interview and my nightly workouts at the gym put me in the best physical condition of my life. By the time a month went by, I'd transformed my 6 foot average build body into a lean, 170 pound statue without an ounce of fat. 

I knew if I didn't find work soon, I'd have to make that dreaded phone call to mom and dad to ask for either money or to move back home in disgrace. I'd been on the job hunt for over a month and was about to give up when I landed a position as a new car salesman at a dealership not very far from my apartment. It turns out that I'm a pretty crappy salesman and since my paycheck is based mostly on commissions, my financial situation didn't improve as much as I'd liked. I'd taken the job as a stop-gap measure to pay rent, hoping to keep on looking for accounting work somewhere, but I kept at it and I'd make a sale every once in a while. 

It was a typical day on the lot, most of the other salesmen were busy with a potential buy and I was reading up on some materials. When I looked up, there was a man in the lot eyeing one of the cars so I jumped up and approached him. We introduced ourselves and I started the process of getting him into the car so we could take it for a test drive. His name was Marty and he said he was looking for a new car and to trade in his old one. I was successful and as we pulled off the lot, I started to talk about the performance specs of this particular model. 

Marty interrupted me and asked where I was from. "I'm from a small town in Indiana, south of Indianapolis. You've never heard of it," I told him. He looked at me and said "You have a very down home, innocent look about you. How old are you?" I told him I was 23. "You seriously look a lot younger that. You could pass for 18." I'm pretty used to people telling me I look younger than I really am and my usual response was "Thanks. I hope I look this young when I'm 70." 

The remainder of the test drive went well. We made it back to the dealership and as I was reaching for the door handle to usher Marty into my office, he stopped me. As we sat in the car, he looked at me and asked if I've ever done any modeling. I told him no and he told me "You have a very innocent look that's exactly what I'm looking for. You'd do very well, I think. I just lost a guy and I need a replacement. Have you ever thought about doing porn?"

"Porn? Me? Are you kidding?"

"Listen, I'm not going to bullshit you and waste your time. You've got the look that I'm after. You're obviously in great shape..." he grabbed my left hand and looked that the palm "...and judging by the size of your hand, your penis is probably about 7 inches long. Am I right?"

"I, um...., I, uh....." was all that escaped my mouth. 

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his business card, and handed it to me. "I'll make a deal with you. You seem like a good kid. I need a new car and I'll buy this one tomorrow afternoon if you come to my office tomorrow morning and just talk to me. You won't have to do anything except listen to what I have to say and listening never hurt anyone. Come and do the interview in the morning and I'll be here tomorrow before closing to buy this car. What do you say?"

I said "I don't know Marty...." I looked at his business card. It read "Marty Pinner, Filmmaker" and gave an address and phone number.

"Look, Michael. Just think about it, ok? If you show up tomorrow morning, the worst thing that will happen is that you'll get a cup of my good coffee and listen to my sales pitch. If you do, I'll come back here and listen to your sales pitch. Is it a deal?"

I looked up at him and said "Sure. It's a deal. I'll be there at...what time do you want me there?" I looked at the address on the card and figured it was about 2 miles from my place.

"Make it 10:30. Does that work for you?"

It did and we said good bye. All that night, no matter what I was doing, I couldn't stop thinking about what I was getting into. Sort of the angle vs. devil on my shoulders. The Angle would say "There is no way you're doing this. Your parents will kill you!" Then the devil would say "You're only going to talk to the guy. What's the harm in that? You might get laid!" I hadn't had sex in over a month, so the devil held the upper hand for sure. On and on the argument went on in my head all night. In the morning, I was faced with that age-old question that everyone must ponder at least once in their lifetime: "What is the proper dress for an interview in the pornography industry?"

When I walked into Marty's office, there was a young man behind the desk, most likely his secretary. The man looked to be about my age and he looked vaguely familiar. The name plate on his desk said "Barry Pinner." He looked up at me when I entered and I told him that I had an appointment to see Mr. Pinner at 10:30. He smiled and asked me to have a seat and then picked up the phone. As he spoke, I realize where I knew this guy from: he goes to the same gym as I do. He put the phone down and said "Marty will see you now. Please come with me."

I got up to follow him and said "I think you go to the same gym as I do. It's about 10 blocks from here."

He turned to me, looked me up and down and said "Yes, now I remember you. You're there in the evening, same time as I am." He opened the door and I walked into Marty's office.

"Michael, come on in! Barry, please get Michael here a cup of coffee." I shook hands and took a seat across the desk from him.

He started his sales pitch matter-of-factly and I listened as I sipped my coffee. Honestly, I'd decided against doing it as I rode my bike over but I figured I would listen anyway. As he talked, I started to reconsider things. He was offering me $500 per scene I did and I'd be contracted to perform in three scenes. The contract would terminate in 30 days or at the completion of the third scene, whichever came first. "Of course," he said, "there are some added bonuses in the contract, but that's for legal to sort out." I could make $1,500 in less than a month? Maybe more? I could get my car fixed and expand my job search! At that moment, I decided "what the hell?" and told Marty that I was interested.

"Good," he said. "The first step is to get you physical. I have a doctor friend of mine who will do it for me today. He's about three blocks away and I'll have Barry call to see when he can see you." 

"Why do I need a physical?"

Marty said "I need to know that you're free of disease and infection."

It turns out that the doctor could see me now and his office was fairly close. It was a rather thorough physical exam, to say the least. He took three large vials of blood and a urine sample. Then he proceeded to poke and prod every inch of my body for what seemed an eternity. When it was over, I headed to work at the dealership. 

True to his word, Marty showed up that afternoon and bought the car. I even got him for the extended warranty. Sucker. 

Three days went by when my phone rang one morning. It was Barry. He told me that my test results were in and could I stop by to speak to Marty in an hour? When I showed up, Barry ushered me into Marty's office and sat down on the couch while I took a chair across the desk from Marty.

"Well, Michael. You're clean as a whistle! Not a thing wrong with you. Are you ready to take the next step?"

When I asked what the next step was he said "Well, we need to take some pictures of you and we'll do a screen test for the video camera. This pays $250. I'll pay you in cash if you'd like."

"Sure," I said. "When do we do this?"

"I have a camera crew right here. We can do it right in this office."

Barry got up and went out the door. When he came back, he was with three guys carrying their gear. There was a video cameramen named Charlie, there was a sound man named Stu and a still camera photographer named Aaron. 

They quickly put their gear together and in about 5 minutes they were ready to start shooting. 

"Ok, Michael. Take off your clothes and stand by the sofa."

I felt a little apprehension at first, but I figured that it was part of the gig and nothing these guys haven't seen before. So, I stripped. I stood naked in front of the camera with my hands behind my back while Marty asked me a series of questions.

Everything was going smoothly, for about 30 seconds. Then I started to get an erection. I was pretty embarrassed and even apologized, but Marty quickly told me that he needed to see that too. The flashing of the camera and the thought of someone taking pictures of me naked got me hotter and hotter and in no time, my 7 inch cock was pointing at the ceiling. "Very nice," Marty said and he continued with the questions. At one point, I heard the still photographer say "He needs to lose all the hair." I did some posing here and there and then Marty said "Ok, Barry. Do your thing."

Barry walked from behind the cameraman and dropped to his knees right in front of me. I realized he was about to start sucking my cock when I said "Wait! Marty! I'm not gay! You never said anything about gay porn!" 

"No," Marty said. "And I never said it wasn't gay porn you'd be doing. Listen, look at it this way: you're not gay. You're just a guy getting a blow job. What's the big deal? We can discuss the other stuff later. Just let Barry do his thing. You might like it or we might decide you're not right for this. But for now, just roll with it. Just imagine Barry is the hottest chick you've ever seen."

Barry had moved forward as I backed up. I'd gotten back to where I could feel the sofa against my calves as I kept saying "Wait!" over and over again when he reached up and took my cock in his mouth. Ohhhhhhhhhhh, it was warm and wet and wonderful. I just closed my eyes and I let it happen. He sucked me with expert precision, taking it all in his mouth and then slowly working back to the tip. He twirled his tongue around my cock head and then sucked me down to the root.

The still photographer was moving around and all I could hear was the click of his camera as he caught all the action. The video cameraman had moved to my right to get a better view as the soundman kept the microphone above my head to catch every moan that escaped my mouth.

"Oh, my god. That's fucking amazing," I said as moan after moan came out of my mouth. 

"Open your eyes, Michael. Look at him. Put your left hand on his head and control what he's doing, Michael," said the cameraman. I did and Barry took his cues from the pressure his head. I moved his head down to the tip of my cock and held it there while I moved my hips to thrust my cock into his mouth. 

"You're gonna make me cum," I said as I looked down at Barry. The image of another man sucking my cock no longer bothered me. I'd not had sex in a long time and I could feel my orgasm building in my balls.

"Not yet," I heard Marty say. "Sit down on the couch." When I did, he told me to slide forward so my hips were just off the cushion and I leaned back. "Now, put your right leg over the arm rest. We need to draw this out. Barry: tease him for a little while before you make him cum."

With my leg over the arm of the sofa, I was fully exposed. Barry wasted no time and went to work licking and sucking my balls. He really knew how to tease a guy and he seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. He took my balls in his mouth and sucked lightly, then he'd let them go and run his tongue all over my sack. He grabbed my cock and slowly stroked it as he worked over my balls. Then I felt his tongue move underneath my balls and lick my anus. My eyes opened wide and I let out a long moan. "Ohhhhhhhhh, my. That's good. Do that." And he did. He flicked his tongue over my hole several more times and then grabbed my left leg and pushed it up. 

"Hold on to your leg while he rims you," Marty said. "That's it. You're liking this, aren't you?"

"Yes, God yes." Every time he touched my anus, it was like a shot of electricity through my body. Barry continued to stroke my cock as he rimmed me. It was something I'd never experienced before and I was loving it. 

Then Barry licked his finger and started to make circles around my anus. Again, the feeling was unreal and another series of moans escaped my mouth. My eyes were wide open now as I looked down at him. He was stroking my cock and looking up at me, smiling. Then he slid his finger into me. "Oooooooo, that's new," I said. Barry slowly slid his finger into me and found my prostate gland. As he massaged my gland, he put my cock back in his mouth and sucked me again. This time, he wasn't stopping. Up and down he bounced on my cock, teasing me with his tongue and the extra feeling of his finger up my ass sent me over the edge. I was looking down at him and both cameramen came in close for the finale.

"Oh, God! I'm gonna cum!" 

Barry pulled off my cock, aimed it up to my face and started to stroke faster. I closed my eyes and just let it happen. The first shot of cum landed on my right cheek. The second, third and fourth made it all the way to my sternum. The last few filled my belly button with cum. 

"Holy shit!," Marty said. 

"Oh, my God! Look at all that cum!," Barry said.

I looked down and it looked like my chest was covered in cum. It was everywhere. I was breathing hard and could only manage to say "Holy shit. That was the best I've ever had. That was unreal!" I laid there to catch my breath while the cameramen continued to do their thing. Finally, they stopped.

Marty gave me a towel and I cleaned myself up. As I dressed, he said "Look kid, I'm going to be honest with you. That was something I've not seen in this business in a long time. You may not know it, but you have a gift. I have to have you under contract." 

"I don't know, Marty. It's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I'm not gay."

"Said the guy who just got a blow job from another guy." He handed me an envelope and inside was $250 and what looked like a contract. "Take this home and read it. It's fairly self-explanatory. You can do this in your spare time. The offer is for $500 per scene you're in and incentives for doing special things. If you let a guy cum on your face, you get a bonus. If you let him cum in your mouth, the bonus is bigger. Things like that. We'll give you a fake name and if anyone ever says anything, you can always deny it. They say everyone in the world has a twin and yours just happens to be a gay porn star."

"Yea. I'll think about it, OK?" I shook his hand and he said "That offer expires in 48 hours, so don't think too long. Just sign it and bring it back to me before that time and we're in business. If not, good luck to you."

That night, I was standing in my little kitchen trying to figure out what I was going to eat for dinner when I heard a knock at my door. I looked through the peep hole and saw Barry standing there with large grocery bag on his arm, so I opened the door.

"Hey, Barry. What are you doing here?"

"I hope you don't mind," he said, "but I got your address off of your employment form and I thought I'd drop by to talk to you. I brought Chinese food."

I let him in and we headed for the kitchen. He pulled out the food and then moved the bag aside. We served up some plates and we sat down on my couch to eat.

"Nice place," he said.

"Yea, it's not much, but it's home. What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Look," he said. "You really are something special. You have a unique look that is perfect for this, you've got a great body, and you cum in buckets. The money is good and the work is easy. Everyone you will work with is tested regularly and part of the contract that everyone must sign states that you can't have sex with anyone not already in the system. So, if you're worried about catching AIDS or something, you don't have to worry. It's all very safe."

I still wasn't sure and I said so. We talked while we ate and when we were done, Barry pulled out a joint and asked if I wanted to get high with him. Never one to turn down a good buzz, I found a lighter and we passed the joint between us. In no time, I was pretty stoned and Barry started talking again.

"You'd be surprised at how many guys in the stable we have are actually straight. I'd bet half of them for sure. They just do this for the money and they have a little fun along the way."

"Well, I'm straight and all and I can totally see your point, but I just don't think I could do it."

"I really think that once you try it, you'll agree that sex with another guy isn't all that bad. It's actually pretty great. That's why I work for my Uncle Marty. I'm gay, so I really like it. I get to give the new guys the couch test. And I have to tell you: Today was the best couch test I've ever seen. You're a natural. We watched the tape after you'd left. It was nearly perfect. You're very photogenic and you really could go far in the business if you wanted to."

Go far in the business. That was not at all what I'd hoped to accomplish when I moved to LA. Here I was trying to make an honest living as an accountant and now I've got a guy in my apartment who was sucking my cock a few hours ago trying to talk me into becoming a gay porn star.

"I don't know, Barry."

Here I was trying to make an honest living as an accountant and now I've got a guy in my apartment who was sucking my cock a few hours ago trying to talk me into becoming a gay porn star.

"I don't know, Barry."

We talked back and forth for another 30 minutes: Barry telling me the plus side of the argument and me saying "I don't know" over and over again. I was pretty high by now and Barry was starting to make a lot of sense. Just try it for the three films. If you don't like it, you can quit and that will be that. What's the harm in that?

It may have been the pot, or it may have been the fact that I was pretty well broke, or it may have been the fact that the bills were due and I only had enough money to pay about half of them, but I said "You know, fuck it. Why not? I'll do the three movies and I can quit after if I want."

Barry stood up and went to the bag in the kitchen. "Good," he said. "The first order of business is to get rid of all that body hair. Your contract states that you need to be hairless below the neck line, except your arms. You can keep the hair on your head and arms, but the rest must go." He pulled a bottle of something out of the bag and told me to get undressed and into the shower. I stripped and stepped into my shower. Barry told me that this was hair removal cream and he would put it on me and then I could rinse off after 60 seconds. He started with my legs and moved up. When he got to my groin, he said "Now, this might sting a little" as he applied the cream to my pubic hair and balls. He continued up my torso and did my underarms and then started timing. 


The Road to Stardom Ch. 02



Prologue:

To recap what had happened to me in the summer of 1999, chronicled in "The Road to Stardom", I was working at an accounting firm in Los Angles, had a girlfriend, an apartment, and a car. Things were going well. Then I lost my job, my girlfriend moved out of town and my car broke down. I spent my days and nights looking for work with no luck and working out in the local gym, the result of which put me in excellent physical condition with nearly zero body fat, but also nearly broke. Eventually I landed a job as a car salesman, which is where I met Marty Pinner. Marty is a filmmaker and specializes is porn. Gay porn, to be exact, but I wasn't aware of that until I did my screen test. My first gay experience was a blow job from Marty's secretary (and nephew), Barry, in front of two camera crews. After some persuading, I agreed to a three-scene contract with Marty under the pseudonym of "James Monroe." Over the course of 3 weeks or so, I completed my contract by starring in a scene where I was a bottom in a college dorm room, a top as a college professor as the bottom begged me to change his grade, and the bottom in three-way in a doctor's exam room. Up until that time, I'd considered myself straight. But, my experiences portraying a gay man on screen were surprisingly pleasant. I must say that I enjoyed it all very much. The money was good and if I let the other actors cum on my face or in my mouth, I received a big bonus. Looking back, I was amazed at how I was able to transform myself in front of the camera into a raging slut who loved nothing more than an erect cock in his ass, and the taste of cum in his mouth. 

After filming my last scene, Marty asked me to re-sign another contract. I told him I'd think about it and walked away. That week, my luck changed and I landed an accounting job at a large firm in the city. With the money I'd made in porn, I was able to get my car fixed and pay my rent until my "day job" caught up. The bad news is that my commute to my new job was over an hour in the traffic nightmare that is Los Angles. The long commute left me many hours to contemplate my film career and think back on what I'd done. Most of my commutes ended with me hoping no one would notice my erection under my clothes as I headed for the men's room to masturbate to the memories I'd created. I must confess, there were many days I had the phone in one hand and Marty's number in the other, ready to sign another contract. 

Part II

Working as a junior accountant at a large firm has its up and its downs. On good days, I was able to feel like I was actually accomplishing something in the area that I'd been trained in for years. Those days weren't very often. Most days, my work entailed doing mundane tasks that a trained monkey with a calculator could do. Sitting there in my cubical on most days, I'd take a short break from what I was doing and day-dream about my former career as a gay porn star. The sex I experienced was good enough, I suppose, but having the camera crew and the other people standing around watching me suck a cock and have another pumping into my ass was really what turned me on. Sitting there, pretending to work, I would fantasize about making another film. I could picture myself there, on the set, lights bright above me, camera pointed right at me, on my hands and knees, as an unknown stud fucks me from behind. This often meant that I'd have to head to the men's room and hope that there was no one there so I could relieve myself before I burst. 

I'd managed to make a few friends in the office, but no one very close. I mostly stayed to myself, but would chat with my coworkers when I saw them in the break room. One guy, a guy about my age in the legal department named Tim, seemed to be on the same break and lunch schedule as I was, so we became friends. One day, I was looking at the message board in the break room where people would post notices about this and that: bikes for sale, roommate wanted, etc. I looked at one of the roommate wanted notices and saw that it was Tim.

"Tim," I said. "Are you looking for a roommate?"

"Yea," he said. "My current roommate is moving out at the end of the month and I need help with the rent. It's a great place, too. Two bedrooms, two baths, big balcony, and a decent sized living room. I've even got a hot tub on our balcony which is just plain awesome!"

I asked him where he lived and he told me it was about a half mile from here. "Hell, I bike or walk to work every day!", he said. 

"Shit! I'm sick of my hour-plus commute! What's the rent?" I asked.

He told me and it was about 50% more than I was currently paying, but I figured that I'd save a ton on gas alone. 

"My lease is up at the end of the month! This could work out perfectly! Any chance I could take the other bedroom at the end of the month?" I asked.

He held out his hand and said "Welcome aboard!"

I pulled his notice off the bulletin board and threw it away. Later that day, Tim took me over to his place and it was everything he'd said it was. Saying it was much, much nicer than my current pad would be the understatement of the century. 

When moving day arrived, Tim helped me move my belongings into our new place. We unpacked and celebrated with a few beers on the balcony. We made idle chatter as we sat there looking at the city lights. "I'm going for a Jacuzzi," Tim said. He got up and took the cover off the hot tub. "You getting in?" he asked.

"Sure. Let me go change," I said.

"Sorry, man," he said. "No suits allowed in the hot tub. House rule."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Seriously. There's never been a swimsuit in this hot tub and there never will be. Besides, it's dark and no one will see. Grab us a couple more beers and come on! Don't be a pussy!" 

I went into the kitchen, grabbed four beers and as I headed back to the balcony, I could see Tim's naked form slipping into the water. I put the beers on edge of the tub and stripped. Tim was just sitting there with his head back and his eyes closed.

I slipped into the water and popped open another beer. "This is awesome. A great way to end the day," I said.

We sat and soaked in silence and drank our beers. When we'd finished all of the beers I'd brought out, I got up to get out of the tub. 

"You going for more beers?" Tim asked.

"I wasn't going to. I was going to dry off and get some food."

"Fuck food! Eatin's Cheatin'!" he said. "Grab us a few more beers! Let's party a while to celebrate you moving in!"

What the hell, I thought. I headed to the kitchen and grabbed four more beers. As I returned, I could see Tim watching me walk toward him. I became a little self-conscious as I walked toward him because I knew what he was going to say to me.

"You don't have any body hair. What's up with that?" he asked me.

I quickly made up a story and told him how my former girlfriend liked me hairless and insisted I keep myself shaved. After she left me, I'd gotten so used to it that I'd kept myself shaved since then. The last thing I wanted to tell him was that my contract as a gay porn star demanded the only body hair I was allowed to have was on my head and on my arms. Truth be told, I'd gotten so used to being hairless that I kept up the routine every week or so. It turned me on, honestly. 

"Interesting," he said and cracked open another beer.

We soaked and talked for a while longer and the combination of no food, the hot water, and the beers were starting to get me quite buzzed. When we finished the last of the beers, Tim got up out of the tub and had me follow him inside. "I want to show you something," he said.

I followed Tim inside and grabbed a towel to dry off. Tim came out of his room with a towel wrapped around his waist carrying a VHS tape. He walked over to the VCR, put the tape in, and grabbed the remote. "Check this out," he said.

He clicked the TV on and hit play. As the tape began to play, I about shit. There I was: on my knees, face flat on the mattress, looking right into the camera begging to be fucked. The camera pulled out and my co-star, John, came into view as he slid his cock into my ass. 

I looked over at Tim, mouth agape in astonishment. He looked at me and smiled. "That looks an awful lot like you, Michael. Have you ever made a porno before?"

I looked back at the TV, mouth still wide open and watched the scene that I'd filmed weeks ago play out. As I watched the video, I swear I could feel John's cock sliding in and out of my ass. I turned back to Tim and he was still smiling, watching me. 

"Is that you? Did you really make a gay porno movie?" he asked again.

"I...um...That's not me," I said as I could feel my cheeks flushing.

"It even sounds like you, too, Michael," he said as he turned up the volume to near maximum.

The voice on the TV was shouting "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" as the camera closed in on my ass to show how I was thrusting myself onto John's hard cock.

"Um...I, uh,...That's not me," I said again.

"Really?" Tim said. "I looks like you and sounds like you. I'd say it is you." Tim continued to watch me as I alternating between looking at the tv and him. I the remembered something Marty had told me and said : 

"Well, they say that everyone in the world has a double and it looks like mine is a gay porn star."

"Bullshit," he said. "I know that's you. I've known that was you since the moment I saw you. You're James Monroe, star of this movie "Dormroom Studs 4." I'm positive that's you. You don't have to pretend with me. I don't care at all." Then, he looked at the TV and said "Oh! Here's the best part!"

I looked back at the TV just as I'd turned around to suck John off. I watched as I pulled off his cock with my mouth and jacked his hardness to coax the cum into my mouth. I could feel my erection building below my towel as I stood there watching the scene unfold on the TV.

"I love the way you let him cum in your mouth like that, then spit it back on to his cock as you sucked him off. Oh! Look! Right there, you just swallowed! Did his cum taste good, Michael? Did you like the feeling of him cumming in your mouth?" he taunted me. I looked back at him and he looked down at the tent pole sticking out of my towel. "I guess so, huh? Look at you! You're getting hard just watching yourself get fucked!"

I looked down and became embarrassed at my erection, so I quickly sat down on the couch. I was defeated and I knew it and there was no point further denying it. My secret was out. My only hope was to pray that Time could keep a secret. "You can't tell anyone," I pleaded. 

"Man, look at that," he said, pointing to the TV. "You let that guy fuck your ass, you suck him off and let him cum in your mouth, and what does he do for you? A shitty, quick blow job. That's not cool. What an asshole." With that, he clicked off the TV. 

"Seriously," I said. "You can't tell anyone. No one knows. They'll fire me if they find out."

"Don't worry," he said as he sat down across from me. "I'm not going to tell anyone. You're secret's safe with me. In fact, this is my favorite video! My old roommate and I used to watch this and fuck all the time! We practically wore the tape to pieces, we watched it so much. So, tell me: what was it like? Did you like it? How did you get started in the business?"

I sat there relieved that maybe, just maybe, Tim could keep a secret. I looked at him for a long moment. He was sitting across from me in the easy chair, a blue towel wrapped around his waist. He wasn't a great looking guy or anything, but he was handsome enough. A little taller than my 6 foot frame, maybe a little heavier than my 180 pounds, light brown hair, and brown eyes. I looked at him and prayed that I could trust him, then realized that I had no choice BUT to trust him and I started talking. I told him everything. Over the next 2 hours, I told him my whole story from start to finish. I described Marty's office, the medical exams I took, the contract that said we could only be with people who were in the system, how I'd meet the other actors in Marty's office the day of the shoot, how we'd all pile into a van, the layout of the warehouse where we filmed, the other guys I'd met along the way, Nancy the make-up lady and so on and so on. Occasionally, Tim would interrupt to ask a question, but mostly he just sat there and listened. At one point, he asked me if I still had Marty's card and so I got up and found it in my wallet and gave it to him. I explained that the number of times I had that card in one hand and the phone in the other would astound him. 

After I'd finished, Time stood up and said "Ok. Well, thanks for telling me that. That's one hell of a story! "He looked at the clock and said "Well, it's late and I'm going to bed. See you in the morning." With that, he walked into his room and closed the door. I sat there for a few more minutes and then I stood up to go to bed. I heard Tim's door open and he walked out, went straight for the VCR, ejected the tape and said "I forgot my video." Then he went to his room and closed the door behind him. 

As I laid in bed that night, I swear I could hear my voice coming through the walls from his room. 

Tim and I settled into a daily routine: We'd get up, eat quickly and walk to work. During that time out of our apartment, he was as professional as one could expect. But when we got home, usually about the same time, Tim would ask question after question about the porn industry and how things worked. He was particularly interested in the business side of things, but also interested in what it was like under the lights with the cameras rolling. One night, he pulled out the other two videos that I was in and we watched them together. 

As we were watching me as the college professor fucking Tony, Tim said "You know, you really don't seem to into this scene. You know what I mean?"

"Yea," I said. "Tony was an asshole and I really didn't enjoy it that much. The sex was good, but he ruined it for me, I think." 

"So," he said. "Do you prefer to fuck or get fucked, I guess is the question?"

"Well," I said quite frankly. "I actually prefer to be the bottom. That's the guy that takes it in the videos. The top is the guy doing the fucking. I liked both, but I think I prefer the bottom." 

"Man," he said. "I can't believe this is really you.  You're like my favorite porn star! And you're living in my apartment! It's like a dream come true."

"Honestly, I didn't realize you were gay! I would never have pegged you as gay seeing you in the office." I said. 

"Yea, well," he said. "I guess I have a secret too. And no one knows I'm gay at the office, so I won't tell if you don't."

"Deal!", I said and got up and changed the video to my three-way in the doctor's office.

As we watched my last scene, Tim said "Yea, you seem to enjoy this much better. You look like you're really getting off on this."

"This was the first time I'd ever had a threesome. It was pretty intense," I said.

"I can tell. And that guy playing the doctor has a huge cock!"

"It was, by far, the biggest cock I'd ever seen. He kept gagging me with it as the nurse was fucking me. You can see my eyes watering and everything. It was hot, sure, but I could have done without him trying to jam the thing down my throat," I said. 

We watched the remainder of the video in near silence. When it was over, Tim said "Well, you're a better bottom than a top, that's for sure. Did you get to have any say-so as to the roles you played?"

I told him that the guys I'd met during filming had contracts that stated they could be "top only" and so forth, so there had to be a way. 

"But if given the choice," he said. "You'd rather be a bottom?"

"I think so, yes," I said. 

I headed off to bed shortly after that and once again, I swear I could hear my voice coming from Tim's room.

A few days later, I got home late and Tim was in the hot tub. I grabbed a beer and slumped down in to the chair on the balcony. "God, what a long-ass day! I thought I'd never get out of there!"

Tim said "What's kept you? I've been home for hours!"

"I know," I said. "Fucking clients I've got to deal with are such demanding pricks it makes me want to scream."

"Well," he said as he got up out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. "I've got something for you that might just pick your spirits up!" 

"You got me a present or something?" I asked.

"Not exactly, come on" he said as he went back into his room. When he came out he was carrying a manila folder. "Check this out: I've been in negotiations with Marty for over a week now. Here's your new contract!" 

"What?!?" I said. "What the fuck? New contract?"

"Listen," he said. "I have this all figured out. Just listen and let me explain."

Over the next several minutes, Tim explained what he'd done. As I was answering his questions about Marty's operation, he was making mental notes. On his breaks at work, he did some research. The videos that I had made, particularly the two where I was the bottom, had grossed $100,000 apiece. Marty was getting rich off my ass and paying me peanuts for it. I had become in a very short time, a bona fide porn star and my videos were flying off the shelves. He'd called Marty and claimed to be my agent and negotiated a contract on my behalf.

"Wait a minute," I said. "We never talked about that. I never said I'd go back to that."

"Yea, but you wanted to! It's what you really want to do! You told me that you had his number in one hand and the phone in the other plenty of times. I just did the paper work for you. Check it out. This contract is great! You're going to love it!"

Tim described what he'd negotiated: I'd get $1,000 per scene, not video, I was in. Bonuses were doubled as well. I was limited to two scenes per calendar week, maximum.  I'd get script approval and I'd get to meet the people I was working with prior to filming. If I didn't want to work with them, I could cancel the shoot.  The list of perks I was to receive was quite long.

"How did you get him to agree with this?" I asked.

"Well, that's the kicker, I guess," he said. "You'll be on the hook for two years from the date of signing.  You'll have to go through the medical exam again before you can sign, but think about it: A grand per scene for as long as you want to work! More if you think about the bonus! And if you get burned out, you just don't approve the script or the people you'd work with! It's perfect!"

I looked at Tim and said "What's in this for you?"

"Well, I'm your agent now," he said. "I get 15% of all your earnings. That's a standard arrangement, so I'm told. I'll go with you to every shoot and make sure Marty doesn't fuck you over. "

"I don't know, Tim," I said. "I've thought about it, but I'm not sure I want to go back to that life. I have a job now. I don't need to do this anymore."

"But you do need to do this," he said. "This is what you want to do and you know it. The contract states that you'd do this according to your schedule. We can make this work, I swear. It will be great!"

"I can't believe you did this, Tim. You had no right to do this. I'm not going to sign that," I said.

"Bullshit. You know you want to go back to this! Just think about getting on the set again, letting another guy fuck that hot ass of yours! You are great at this! You have to sign. We'll make a ton of money and you'll get what you so desperately want. Are you afraid of what you want? All you have to do is reach out and take it. It's so easy!" he said.

"My problem isn't the work, it's the fact that you didn't tell me about it before, so, you know, we could discuss it or something?  You negotiated a contract on my behalf without so much as asking me what I wanted," I said. 

"Well," he said. " Let me walk you through the contract and if there's anything I left out, I can renegotiate. Just relax, will you? I'm telling you: You're going to love this!"




The Road to Stardom Ch. 02



We sat down on the couch and he walked me through the contract. It really was a thing of beauty and would make me a lot of money. As he was talking, I sat there and imagine myself back on the set. The lights, the cameras, and all of the people watching. What I liked best was the fact that I'd get to meet the people I'd be working with ahead of time instead of meeting them in Marty's office and then fucking 30 minutes later. 

We talked for another hour and I signed the contract that night. The next afternoon at work, Tim came to my cubical.

"Hey, Michael. Think you can skip out of work early today?" he asked.

"Maybe, " I said. "What's going on."

"Physical. We need to get you checked out and into the system for your night job. I'll swing by and get you in two hours," then he turned and walked away.

Three hours later, we were in the same doctor's office where I'd gotten my initial physical. I looked at Tim and said "You know, you didn't have to come with me. I've done this before."

"Well, I have to get checked out, too," he said.

"What do you need this physical for?" I asked.

"Well, your contract says you can only have sex with someone in the system. You didn't think I was going to live with a porn star and not fuck, did you?" 

Before I could reply, the nurse called me name and in I went. 

Four days later, I once again got home late. Tim was sitting on the couch went I entered, watching a basketball game on the TV, piles of paper spread out on the coffee table before him.

"Late again? Are you sure you want to be an accountant when you grow up?" he asked.

"Fuck you, man. Today was brutal. Do we have any beer and if not, will you go get some?"

"We have beer," he said.

I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a beer and sat down on the couch. "What's the score?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter. There's still 5 minutes left," he said.

"So, the Lakers are losing," I said.

He looked at me and said "So, your old friend Barry called me today."

"Really?" I said.

"Our tests came back and we're clean. I went over to his office today and these piles of paper that you see here on the table are scripts for your review. I've read some of them. Is it really this stupid? Blah-blah-blah-blah, then fuck? Some of these scripts are, no shit, one page long."

"Yea, it really is that stupid," I said. 

"Well," he said. "I've taken the liberty of separating them into a few piles. The 'No Way" file, the 'Maybe' file, the 'Yes' file and the 'Fuck yes' file. I've probably got 10 more to go through yet. Why don't you start with the 'Fuck yes' file and tell me what you think."

"What's your criteria for 'Yes' versus 'Fuck yes'?" I asked as I picked up the 'Fuck Yes' pile. 

"Simple: I just pictured myself in your shoes," he said. 

Again, most of the scripts were short, but some were a bit more involved, but everyone he gave me was a keeper. After reading them, we settled on one where I was a police officer. 

"This could be fun! The script reads like I'm being forced into sex. I like it like that, " I said.

"Ok," Tim said. "I will call Barry tomorrow. "

Tomorrow came and Tim showed up at my cubical right before lunch. "Hey," he said. "Let's go get some lunch. My treat. There's someone I want you to meet." 

"If you're buying, sure," and I got up and followed Tim.

We made our way to a little sandwich shop with a few tables in it. When we walked in, Tim stopped, looked around and then said "There he is." 

"Who?" I asked.

"Your co-star for your next shoot," he said, and he walked over toward a black man at one of the tables. 

"Are you Jack?" Tim asked the guy.

"Yea...you Tim?" he said. They shook hands and sat down. I took an empty chair and introduced myself. 

Jack looked a little older than I was, about 5-8 or so, and very fit. He had very dark, ebony skin and a wide smile. We shook hands and sat down. Over the course of the next hour, we got to know each other a bit better.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked.

"Oh, about 4 months or so. I'm on my second contract now. I'm really starting to like it! It's a lot of fun!" he said.

Tim said "We're just now getting James, here, back into the business. This will be his fourth scene, so go easy on him."

Jack looked at me, laughed, and said "Four times? You're practically a virgin! Don't worry. My cock's only about 9 inches long, but it's thin. I'm not going to rip you open or anything."

I could feel my face flush, as I looked around the restaurant to make sure no one could hear us.

"He's a little shy about it, I guess," Jack said to Tim. Then, back to me "Relax, James. I'm just messing with you. I'll go easy. I like fucking you skinny white boys. You all have tight asses and I love to watch my big, black, cock slide in and out of you. Hell, I'd do this for free! " Then he looked at his watch and said "Well, I need to run. So, are we on for tomorrow night? Marty's office at 630?"

Tim looked at me, I looked at Jack and said "Sure. See you then." 

The next morning, I did my pre-porn routine and cleaned my insides. When I was doing this before, I usually filmed in the morning or afternoon so I could get something to eat fairly early in the day. Today, however, I wasn't able to eat anything except clear liquids all day, so I was going to be hating life come 4 o'clock. 

Sitting at my desk, I couldn't concentrate on work at all. I hadn't had sex in over a month and I'd not masturbated in over a week. I knew that when I finally got to cum tonight, it was going to be a huge load. To make matters worse, I couldn't got relieve myself in men's room. I needed to start saving my cum for the set. Slowly, the clock ticked the hours by. I thought I was going to burst by the time Tim came to get me. We piled in my car and headed across town to Marty's. 

When we got to Marty's office, Jack was already there, but I didn't see Marty. Barry rolled in about 30 minutes later and said Marty was at the shoot already. So, we loaded into the van and headed to the warehouse. 

We headed to the changing area when we got to the warehouse. Marty came in as I was changing into the cop uniform and said "Good, you're here. We need to get going or we'll be here all night. You guys got your script?" We both said we did, and Marty continued "Good. Get to make-up and let's get moving. "

I stripped and got into my costume. Jack's costume was a pair of jeans and a black shirt, which he quickly got into and exited the changing room. When I got to Nancy, Jack was just stepping out of the chair. Nancy quickly applied my make-up and then applied the lube to my asshole.

When I got to the set, Marty was with the camera crews and we blocked out the scene. The hardest part of the shoot would be for Jack to get the keys to the jail cell from me. Marty said we'd give it a few tries, but if he can't do it, we'll just edit it in later. The set was a little jail cell that might have been used occasionally for the domination set and a desk. 

I walked out the little door, hand cuffed Jack so his hands were behind him and waited. When I heard Marty yell "GO!" I opened the door and pushed Jack in.

Me: "In you go. You get transferred to the big house shortly." I walked Jack over to the cage, closed and locked the door, then had him put his hands through the bars and took the cuffs off.

I put the keys on the edge of the desk, about 3 feet from the cage and sat down. A few seconds later, the little phone on the desk rang and I answered it.

Me: (on the phone) Right. I'll be right there.

Then I hung up the phone and said to Jack "You be good. I'll be right back." Then I walked out the door and closed it behind me. 

Now, came the hard part. Jack had to take off his belt and use it to get the keys close enough to grab them. I stood there on the back side of the set for my cue to return. I heard Jack try several times to no avail. Finally, Marty said "Fuck it. We'll edit it in later." I heard the cage open and close and then opened the door to re-enter the set. As I closed the door behind me, Jack grabbed me and push me face down on to the desk. Then he grabbed my gun out of its holster and put it against my head.

Jack: "Don't move, asshole, or I'll blow your brains out."

Me: "Please don't kill me. I have a family!"

Jack: "Just do what I say and no one has to get hurt." Then he started to grind his hips into my ass. Since I wasn't wearing underwear, I could feel his cock getting harder through the thin fabric of my pants and his jeans. Then he started to run the length of his bulge up the crack of my ass.

Jack: "You got a sweet ass, white boy. I like white boy ass."

He kept grinding his cock around my ass as he talked.

Jack: "you like that, white boy? You like feeling my cock against your ass?"

Me: "Just do what you're going to do and get it over with."

Jack: "No way, white boy. I'm going to enjoy this. "Then he stepped back. "Take off your clothes."

Me: "What?"

Jack pointed the gun at my head and said "Strip, white boy, or I'll kill you, then fuck your corpse."

I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. 

Jack: "very nice. Keep going, white boy."

I took off my belt and unbuttoned my pants. Then I kicked off my shoes and slowly dropped my pants and stepped out of them. My semi-hard cock pointing straight out to Jack.

Jack: "Damn, white boy! You're getting hard just thinking about my black cock in your ass, aren't you?"

I just stood there silently. I did everything I could think of to try not to get hard, but it was impossible. 

Jack pointed the gun at my head again and said "Say it, white boy. Tell me how much you're looking forward to my cock!"

Me: "I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want you to bend me over the desk and fuck my ass."

Jack: "All in good time, white boy." Then he reached down and pulled his fly down. "Get on your knees and suck my cock, white boy."

I dropped to my knees before him, reached up and pulled his cock out of his fly. Like he said the night before, it was about 9 inches long or so, but not thick. The head was bright pink and the shaft was deep black. I licked my lips and brought the head to my lips. I started to stroke his cock as I teased the head, and then I felt the gun on the side of my head.

Jack: "Don't you use your hands on me, Bitch. You suck that cock and I might let you live."

I brought my hands down to my sides. I bobbed my head, allowing more and more of his cock to enter my mouth. My cock was rock hard now, so I started to stroke myself as I sucked him. I felt the gun being pushed into my head again.

Jack: "Bitch, I said don't use your hands. Are you deaf? Get your hands off your cock or I'll spill your brains all over this room. You look up at me when you suck my cock."

I did as I was told. I looked him in the eye as I bobbed up and down on his cock. I was able to get most of it into my mouth, and then slowly slide back to just where the tip was in my mouth. I'd swirl my tongue around the head, then push onto his cock. I watched the camera move to above his shoulder and point down at me. I was loving this!

Jack: "That's it, Bitch. Suck that cock. " Then he started to move his hips, so I just kept still, looking up at him, and let him use my mouth.

Jack: "Yea, you love sucking that cock, don't you, Bitch. That's what you are, white boy: My Bitch. I'm going to love fucking you. "

He was now thrusting his hips hard and fast, his cock head hitting the back of my throat. Every time he hit the back of my throat, I had to fight off the gag and my eyes began to water. Still, I kept looking up at him and let him use my mouth like a plastic fuck toy.  The camera moved from his shoulder to his side to get another profile shot. 

Suddenly, he pulled his cock from my mouth, leaving spit trails between my mouth and his cock.

Jack: "Get up, Bitch. Time to get fucked."

Thank God, I thought. My mouth was getting tired and I wasn't sure how long I go without puking from him trying to shove that thing down my throat. But more than that, I wanted to get fucked. The camera, the lights and the people watching had helped transform me into my old self again. I stood up, walked over to the desk, and then bent over and put my face on the desk top.

Jack: "Not like that, Bitch. I want to see the look on your face as I fuck you. Lay back on the desk."

I shoved the papers and crap off the desk and sat on the edge, my erection clearly visible. Jack was watching me, stroking his cock as he moved into position between my legs. I laid back on the desk with my hands holding on to the edge, legs spread as wide as I could. 

Jack: "Look at you. Your cock is harder than mine! You want to get fucked, don't you , Bitch? You've been dreaming about this, haven't you? Say it!"

Me: "Yes, I want to get fucked. Slide that big cock in my ass. I need it."

I really was about as turned on as I can ever remember being. My cock ached for release, but that wasn't in the cards right now. 

Jack moved his cock into position at my opening and pushed in. It went in with little resistance. I arched my back and moaned loudly. It felt so good. Slowly he pushed the length of his cock into me until I could feel his hips hit my ass. 

Jack: "That's it, Bitch. Damn, you got a tight ass!"

I laid back and let him fuck me. Damn! It felt good to be doing this again. Tim was right, I thought: I needed to do this. This is what I was missing. I held on to the desk as Jack picked up his pace. I could feel him pull most of the way out and then slam it back into me. I was in heaven. Looked around and could see the camera crews moving around us as they captured the action. This just made it all the more exciting for me.

Jack: "Look at you, Bitch. Your little white boy cock is still hard! " Then he used his hand without the gun to slap my cock around. "Your little cock can't possibly satisfy your woman. She needs a big, black cock like mine to make her happy. Maybe when I'm done fucking your ass, I'll go over to your house and show her what a real man is like. Turn over, Bitch."  Then he pulled out and stepped back. 

I got up off the desk, turned around and bent over. I pointed my cock toward the floor and I brought my left leg up and put my left knee on the desk to give the camera a better view. 

Jack moved in behind me and pushed his cock in my ass hard. I fell forward and my leg fell off the desk.

Jack:"Get that leg back up there, Bitch. I want to be able to watch my cock fuck your tight ass.'

I did as I was told and brought my leg back up. As he fucked me, I could feel my cock against the desk. Jack pushed in all the way and leaned down toward my head and moved his hips as he said:

Jack: "You like that, Bitch? You like the way I'm fucking you? You like the feeling of my cock in your ass?"

I could feel his hot breath on my ear as I said "God, yes! Give it to me! Fuck me harder, faster! I love it!"

Jack straightened back up and really started to fuck me hard. I could hear the SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! as he thrust his cock into me. 

Jack: "Yea, you'll never go back to that wife of yours again, Bitch. You're only going to want black cock from now on. Turn around and suck me off, Bitch. I want to see my cum on your face."

With that, he pulled out of me and stepped back. I quickly got off the desk and kneeled before him. I reached up and took his cock in my hand and brought it toward my mouth. I pumped his cock with one hand as I sucked hard on the tip. 

Jack: "Yea, Bitch. Here I cum. Keep sucking."

I could feel him getting close and his cock started to spasm. Quickly, I pulled my mouth off his cock, stuck my tongue out as far as I could and put his cock head on it. I kept stroking and I could see the camera move in closer. 

His cum sprayed onto my tongue and into my mouth. More and more of it flowed from his cock as I continued to stroke. I opened my eyes and smiled, savoring the salty flavor of his cum on my tongue as the camera caught all of it. When he'd finished, I took as much of his cock as I could back into my mouth and then slowly slid it back out, letting the cum drip off his cock and onto my chin. 

Next came the part I was dreading. He brought the gun up and hit me in the head with it. Jack was supposed to "knock me unconscious" with the gun and escape, but instead, he hit me on the side of the head above the ear very hard.

I slumped over on the ground, my head pounding, pretending to be unconscious. Jack zipped up and went out the door. I heard Marty yell "Cut! Print it!" and I sat up, rubbing my head where he'd hit me. 

"Goddam it, Jack!" I said. "You were supposed to make it look like you hit me, not fucking hit me!"

From the other side of the door, I heard "Sorry." 

I got up, my cock still painfully erect and Tim walked up to me. 

"That was awesome!" he said. "That was hot as hell!"

I looked at him and could tell his cock was hard beneath his jeans. "I can tell you liked it," I said smiling. 

"Fuck yea!" he said. "That was incredible. Did he hurt you?"

"A little," I said. "He wasn't supposed to hit me that hard." 

"No," he said. "I mean your ass. Did he hurt you?"

I laughed and said "No, it felt great. I just wish I could have cum. I'm dying here." I reached down and started to stroke my cock as I headed for the changing area, oblivious to the other 20 people in the room. Tim followed me and we went behind the curtain. 

I grabbed a towel, wiped Jack's cum from my chin and started stroking again. 

"That's hot," Tim said. "Let me help you." Tim reached out and took my cock in his hand. I leaned back against the wall as he made slow strokes the length of my cock. 

"Did his cum taste good?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Did you like the way he fucked you? Nice and hard? Did you like that, James?" he asked. I realized he called me by my stage name for the first time. It made things that much hotter.

I closed my eyes and said "Yes. He fucked me good." 

Tim leaned in and kissed my ear and whispered "You like a big cock, don't you? You're such a slut and you know it. You were born to service other men." And then he stopped stroking my cock and unbuttoned his jeans. "Service me, then, slut. Suck my cock."

I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down the length of his cock, quickly. I then reached up and stroked his cock as I sucked him. I looked up and could see him looking down at me. 

"Yea," he said. "Suck my cock. Make me cum." 

I stroked hard and sucked his tip. Then I heard the curtain open and someone walk in. I pulled off Tim's cock to see who it was, but before I could, he grabbed me by the head and forced me back onto his cock. "I didn't tell you to stop, slut."

I closed my eyes and went back to work.  I could hear someone else in the room moving around.  I heard the sound of a zipper and what I thought was clothes coming off. I reached down and stroked myself as I sucked Tim, savoring the feeling of being watched again. 

Tim pulled his cock from my mouth and stepped back. I opened my eyes and saw Jack standing there, stroking his stiff member as he watched me. 

"You didn't get enough, huh, James?' Jack asked. "Keep going. Don't stop on my account. "

I moved forward and grabbed Tim's cock. As I was just about to put it in my mouth again, he pulled back again. "Turn around. I want the other end," he said. 

I turned around, lowered my head to the floor and stuck my ass into the air. I turned my head so I could see Jack standing beside me. "Give it to me," I said. "I want to feel your cock in my ass."

Tim got down onto his knees and aimed his cock at my opening. I could feel the spongy head of his cock at my asshole as he smeared what was left of my lube onto his cock. I pushed back onto him and forced his cock into me. "Yes," I hissed. "That's what I need."




The Road to Stardom Ch. 02



Tim just sat there as I moved my hips down onto his cock, fucking myself. Over and over again, I pushed back until I felt his hips against my ass, then I'd pull up until it was almost all the way out. I opened my eyes and Jack was standing there watching, slowly stroking his cock to the rhythm of my thrusts. I got up onto my hands and knees to allow me to thrust back with all my might. 

"Fuck, that feels good," I said. "Your cock is filling me up." I turned my head and looked back at Tim. He was looking down, enjoying the view of his cock going into my ass. "I want to feel you cum inside me. Please? Can you please cum in my ass? I want to feel it shoot into my ass."

Tim reached down with both hands, grabbed my hips, and started fucking me. I stayed still and let him use my ass for his pleasure. He fucked me quickly and it wasn't long before I heard him say he was getting close.

"That's it, baby," I said. "Cum inside me."

Tim stopped fucking me all of a sudden and then I felt his cock spasm in my ass and his seed spray into me. It felt warm and wonderful. 

I lowered my head to the floor again, reached under me and stroked myself. As he pulled out of me, I could feel his cum start to drip from my ass and down to my balls. I kept jacking myself, ass high in the air as I watched Jack walk up to me and bend his knees slightly. He closed his eyes and the next thing I felt was his sperm spraying onto my ass. It mixed with Tim's cum sliding from my ass and down over my balls. This sent me over the edge and I sprayed my load all over the floor. 

Spent, I laid in my pool of cum and caught my breath. Jack zipped up, turned and walked out of the changing area without a word. I heard Tim pull his pants up and then I felt a towel land on my back. 

"Clean yourself up, huh?" he said. "We've got to go."

I snapped back to reality, left the slut "James Monroe" laying on the floor, and cleaned myself up. 

That Thursday, Tim came to my cubical just as I was packing up to head home for the day. "Come on," he said. "We're going to get a drink with someone I want you to meet."

I figured that he wanted me to meet my next co-star, so I followed him out of the building. We hailed a cab that took us to a Tex-Mex restaurant a few miles away near the beach. When we entered, there were two white gentlemen sitting at the bar, they looked at us, and waved us over. Tim introduced them as Tommy and Mark. We ordered a drink and got to know one another.

Tommy was about 35 years old or so, tall, and thin. Mark looked to be in his 40's, about my height and starting to gray a little. Both men were very handsome and friendly, not to mention in good shape. 

We spent the next hour talking about nothing in particular, but the conversation quickly turned to our night jobs. 

"I've been doing this about 3 years now," Mark said. "Tommy and I have worked together many, many times. We're pretty much a duo now. We don't do this very much anymore since the majority of the roles go to younger guys like you, James."

Tommy finished the thought: "I think we've only had a few jobs this year. It's been about 3 months since Marty has called us. I was beginning to think they'd forgotten about us!"

"How many of these have you done, James?" Mark asked. 

"I've started a new contract recently. This will be my fifth shoot," I said.

"Have you ever done a 3-way before?" he asked.

"I've done one. I was the patient in a doctor's exam scene, so I was just laying there for most of it," I replied. "I did like it a lot, though." 

Tim interjected "It was an awesome scene! James here is quite the little slut when the camera starts rolling. That's why I was able to get Marty to agree to a really great contract for him. Speaking of: Take one of these." He reached into his pocket and handed us all business cards. They read: Star Plus Talent Agency. 

"I'm James' agent. I'm always looking for new clients. If you all are interested, just let me know," Tim said. 

I looked at the card and then at Tim. "You've started your own agency?"

"Hell, yea!" Tim said. "This could be huge! I've reached out to several of the guys and they've all said that they'd be interested in joining when their next contract is due."

"Lovely," I thought. This isn't sounding like a side job and beginning to feel like a full-time occupation. 

We had a few more drinks and said good-bye until Saturday, our scheduled shooting day. I was looking forward to shooting with these two studs and my cock was making a tent pole in my slacks during the whole cab ride home. 

When we got into our apartment, Tim asked "Well, how do you feel about doing this on Saturday? Did you like Tommy and Mark?"

I took off my jacket and tie and said "Hell yea! Those guys are hot! I'm going to love this!"

Tim walked up to me, reached down, and grabbed my erection through my slacks. He rubbed it slightly as he said "I can tell! I'm going to love watching this scene play out. You on your knees, servicing two studs! Sucking one while the other fucks that ass of yours. I'm going to need to stick my cock into something when it's over, I know I'll be that turned on. Speaking of..."

Tim took his hand off the bulge in my pants and undid his. "Suck my dick, James. Make me cum. I'm so hard thinking about what those two guys are going to do to you."

I dropped to my knees, and pulled down his pants and underwear. His cock hit me in the face when it popped out of the elastic band. I quickly put my mouth over the head and began to suck him. My cock was straining against my slacks, so I unbuttoned my pants to get at it. Tim said "No, no, no. You have to save your cum for the cameras. No more cumming for you unless there's a camera rolling and you're getting paid. If you're not getting paid, no playing with your cock. I'll get you a chastity belt if we need to."

Defeated, I used both hands to jack him off as I licked and teased his cock head. I swirled my tongue around his piss hole and then slowly licked the entire head. I stopped stroking with one hand and used it to massage his balls. I took my tongue off his cock head, slowly licked the shaft and then down to his balls. His balls were hairy and heavy, filled with cum. I teased his ball sack and sucked one of his balls into my mouth while I stroked his cock. I looked up at him.

He was watching me and said "Yea, suck that cock, James. Make me cum. I'll get to cum whenever I want, but you can only cum on camera from now on. You'll going to have to make someone else cum before you get to. Someone with a bigger cock than yours. Sometimes multiple guys have to cum before you get to shoot your load."

I closed my eyes and went back to sucking his cock as he continued to tell me the new rules I was going to live under. "You should figure out how to make yourself cum when a guy fucks your ass. Then you wouldn't have to wait for him to finish fucking you before you get to cum. If it was me, that's what I would do. Laying on your back like a bitch getting fucked you could spray your cum all over your chest while the stud pumps his cock into you. If you did that, you should have to wipe it off your chest with your hands and then lick them clean. "

His talking was turning me on to the point where I thought I was going to explode right there. If he didn't cum soon, I was afraid of what other rules he was going to dream up. I double my suction and the pace I was jacking him off. I opened my eyes and looked up as I brought one hand under his balls and put my finger on his asshole. Tim closed his eyes and put his head back in ecstasy. I ran my fingers around his asshole as he moaned my name: "Oh, Jaaaaaaames. That's it." I felt him tense up and I knew he was close to cumming. This only made me suck harder and jack his cock harder.

"Here it comes!" he shouted. His cock spasmed in my mouth and the first jet of cum hit the back of my throat. I stopped moving my mouth on his cock, but kept stroking with my hand as his cum filled my mouth. I looked up at him as I continued to stroke his cock. The flow of cum into my mouth was stopping, so I slowly backed off until his orgasm had ended. I pulled off his cock as he looked down at me. I opened my mouth for him to see the load of cum he'd sprayed. Then I closed my mouth, swallowed it all, and then smiled. 

"God, I can't wait until Saturday!" I said as I stood up and headed for my room.

Needless to say, the hours passed by slowly as Saturday approached. I couldn't concentrate at work at all on Friday. I sucked Tim's cock again on Friday night and that just made things worse. By the time we got to Marty's on Saturday morning, I thought I was going to explode. 

Tommy and Mark got to Marty's just about the same time as we did. As we sat waiting for the van to take us to the shoot, Tommy asked "Are you ready, James?"

"Fuck yes," I said. "I'm dying here."

"I told James that he wasn't allowed to cum unless the cameras are rolling," Tim said. 

"Good. I'm really looking forward to this," Mark said. "I'm going to love fucking the two of you guys."

Marty came in and we loaded up the van and headed to the warehouse. When we got there, Marty took us over to the set. It consisted of a mattress laying on the floor with a sheet over top of it. There was a black curtain surrounding half of it.

"Ok," Marty began. "There's no script. You three are just going to get straight to it. No costumes either, so just strip, get to make-up and we'll start right away. We'll have to start and stop a few times to get the cameras into position, so just do what I tell you to do as we go. James, you're on your knees first. Tommy, Mark? You're side-by-side in front of him. First camera position is to your left and the other in front of you. Got it?"

We went back to the changing area and took off our clothes. Naked, I got my first look at these two guys. Tommy was hairless all over, his cock cut, and in very good shape. Mark, by contrast, had a hairy chest, pubes and legs. His large, uncut, cock hung down low, his balls sagging lowly even with his cock head. I very visible 6-pack was slightly obscured by his dark brown chest hair. My cock stated to harden as I looked him over. 

Mark saw me and said "See something you like?"

"Hell, yes," I said. "You're fucking hot!"

"Just wait until this ten-inches of meat gets going," he said. "I made Tommy blow me last night, so I'll be fucking you for a good, long time," then he walked out to the make-up area.

After make-up, I walked over to the set, the anticipation I was feeling obvious to anyone who looked at my erection. God, I was looking forward to this. My cock was rock-hard and sticking straight up. As I walked up to the set, Tommy and Mark were already there talking to Marty.

"Someone's ready to go!" Mark said to me, eyeing my erection.

"I can't help it," I said. "I'm really turned on right now!"

"Well, then let's get going, then," Marty said. He pointed to the floor and said "Get on your knees here. They're in front of you, so you'll be doing them both for a little while. Cameras will be behind you and to YOUR right, got it?"

"Got it," I said and got on to my knees before these two studs.

Once we were all ready, Marty gave us the "GO!" order and we began. I reached up and took their cocks in my hands. Mark's was still flaccid, but Tommy's was at least a semi-hard. I looked up at their faces, ran my tongue along my upper lip as slutily as I could, and began to stroke their cocks in unison.

I studied Mark's cock with interest as I felt it begin to harden in my hand. I'd only seen one other uncut cock in my life, so I marveled at how I could pull the foreskin over his glans and back up again. I leaned in and took it in my mouth, savoring the feeling of him hardening as I did so. I kept stoking Tommy's cock, slowly bringing him to full hardness. Bobbing my head on Mark's cock while stroking him I did, I was able to get his cock harder by the second. 

Realizing that I'd been concentrating on Mark only, I cook my mouth off his cock and turned my head to accommodate Tommy. As I did, I caught the camera zooming in on me and I smiled. God, I love doing this! What the hell was I thinking when I thought I didn't want to service other studs on camera? I was so hot that if I didn't have a cock in each hand and was able to stroke myself, I'd spray my load after two strokes! 

I brought Tommy's cock to my mouth and slowly licked the underside of his cock from the base to the tip while looking up at him. Then I cook his glans into my mouth and slowly brought more and more of it inside. I wanted to see if I could take his whole length, about 7 inches or so, so I kept pushing my head further and further forward. Once I felt it hit the back of my throat, I fought off the jag reflex as best as I could and tried to relax my throat. The urge to gag subsided and I pushed until I could feel his body hit my nose. I'd done it! I opened my eyes and slowly pulled back off his cock all the way. I looked up at him and smiled, then turned back to Mark.

His cock was fully hard now, a solid 10 inches long and thick. I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to take it all, so I pushed it into my mouth about half way while I continued to stroke them both. Quickly, I bobbed my head up and down on his cock while looking up at him. I then turned back to Tommy and did the same thing: quickly bobbing my head on his cock while I stroked Mark's full length. 

After several minutes of this back and forth between their cocks, Marty said "Ok, cut!" I leaned back and wiped the spittle from my chin. "Let' reposition the cameras. James, you're on all fours on the mattress. Tommy, you're at the front, Mark is at the backdoor. We'll move the cameras around you as you fuck him, so when you see the camera at your side, turn a little to let the camera catch the action."

I stood up and said to Tommy "That was the first time I'd ever deep-throated anyone!"

"Nice job!," Mark said. "Keep practicing and you'll be able to get a big one like mine someday!"

I got onto all fours and I watched Tommy get in front of me. I could feel the mattress shift as Mark got into position behind me. 

"Go!" said Marty. With that, Mark grabbed my hip with one hand and I could feel the head of his cock at my opening. I opened my mouth as Tommy pointed his cock at me and let him enter me. He put his hands on either side of my head to hold me still as he began to fuck my mouth. I felt Mark push his cock into me and I moaned around Tommy's cock. God, he was big! He slipped it into my ass slowly until I could feel his pubic hair on my ass and then held it there. 

"Ok," said Marty. "I want you to alternate your thrusts into him. As one pushes in, one pulls out."

Tommy pushed into my mouth still holding onto my head as Mark pulled out, both hands on my hips. Once he hit the back of my throat, he slowly pulled out. Mark pulled nearly fully out of my ass, and then slowly pushed back in. I felt like I had one cock running through me as these two studs let me have it. Both guys picked up their pace and assaulted my body for their own pleasure. I opened my eyes and could see the cameras moving around out of the corner of my eyes. Mark's cock was filling my ass up more than any other I'd ever had. It was a feeling of complete fullness and I loved it. Tommy still had hold of my head and I concentrated on relaxing my mouth as he pushed all the way into my throat. When Mark would push all the way into me, I could only grunt as Tommy still had his cock in my mouth. I was in slut heaven!

"Ok," Marty said. "Let go of him. James: you rock back and forth now."

Both guys let go of me and I did as I was told. Slowly at first I moved forward onto Tommy's cock, getting as much of it into my mouth as I could. Then I slowly backed on to Mark's cock until Tommy's was nearly out of my mouth. Then I'd lean forward again, repeating the process. Once I became comfortable with how much to rock, I started to go faster and harder onto Mark's cock. I didn't think I could push all the way back and still keep Tommy's cock in my mouth, but I was determined to fuck him as hard as I could. I closed my eyes and imagined what the scene must look like. Two big cocks going into a willing slut from both ends. I hoped it looked as hot in real life as I thought it would.

"OK," Marty said. "Now both push into him at the same time. And do it hard."

Oh God, I thought. Here we go.

Both guys grabbed me and pushed into my hard. My mouth instinctively opened wide as Mark pushed his 10 inches all the way to the root. Tommy's cock hit my throat and I gagged a little. Then they both pulled out and did it again. I could only sit there and take it. With Mark's cock making me sit there with my mouth wide open, I'm sure Tommy wasn't getting much out of the arrangement, but there was nothing I could do about it. Both studs just let me have it hard and fast. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! was all I could hear over my grunting as Mark's hips slammed into my ass. I could feel his balls hit mine as they swung below him. 

When he'd gotten the shot he'd wanted, Marty said "Ok, Cut!" and both guys pulled out of me. I laid down on my stomach and tried to catch my breath. Mark slapped my ass and said "Nice job, kid!" 

Marty said "OK. Mark you're here. James is in the middle and Tommy's on the other end. James: You'll move back and forth, fucking Tommy as you slide along Mark's cock. Got it?"

"Got it," I said and stood up. 

"One camera will move around you," Marty continued. "The other will be between your legs so you'll have to spread your legs really wide."

Mark got into position and I turned around in front of him. He pushed on my back and said "Bend over at first. Once I'm inside you, then you can straighten up."

I bent over about half way, looked at Tim, smiled, and said "Are you jealous, Tim?" I could see the outline of his hard cock through his jeans. 

"Fuck, yes" Tim said. 

I felt Mark push his cock into my ass and I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan. Jesus, he's big! Once I could feel his hips against my ass, he told me to straighten up. I stood up and I could feel his cock slide out of me just a little. I shuddered just a little as a tingling feeling went up my spine. 

"How's that feel, James?" Mark asked.

"Oh, God, does it feel good," I said. 

Mark wrapped his arms around me and said "Just wait until you start moving back and forth. Having a cock in your ass as you're fucking another guy is heaven on earth, I promise you."

Tommy got into position in front of me and bent over. My cock was rock hard and pointing straight up, the head purple with anticipation. I pointed it down toward his asshole, then grabbed his hip with my other hand. Once I was lined up, I pulled his hip back and entered him. There was a little resistance as I pushed through his sphincter, but once inside, I was able to push my entire length in. 

"Jesus," Tommy said. "You're cock is so hard!"

"Sorry," I said. "I hope I can last long enough to enjoy this!"

"Ok. Hold still you guys. Let's get the cameras in place," Marty said. 

One camera crew moved around to my right, the other camera was placed on the ground right between my legs. I could feel the heat from the camera light on my balls. 

Once everyone was in place, Marty gave me the "GO!" order and I started to slide forward. Mark's cock was slowly exiting my ass as my cock slowly slid deeper into Tommy. I got to the point where my hips hit Tommy's ass and I stopped and shuddered again. Then I slowly pulled back out of Tommy's ass and allowed Mark's cock to slide deeper into me. His cock applied pressure to my prostate as he slid in and I shuddered again.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Mark whispered in my ear as I backed up all the way into him.





The Road to Stardom



"Sting a little?" That shit burned. After about 30 seconds, I really started to squirm asking if it was a minute yet. When it was finally 60 seconds, I quickly turned on the water and rinsed.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Barry asked.

That sucked! 

"Well, we're not done yet. Turn around and bend over. I need to do your ass, too."

I did as I was told and he smeared the cream all over my ass and liberally in my crack. Again, 60 seconds seemed like an eternity and I was very glad it was all over. As I toweled off, Barry retrieved another bottle of something from the bag. "This is moisturizer. It will help with the sensitive parts of your body." He squirted a liberal amount on his hands and then started to massage it into my cock and balls. It didn't take long for my cock to grow to its full size in his hand. As me rubbed me all over, he said "Listen, there are two ways to go about this. You can be timid and obviously not really into the whole thing, or you can get on set and realize you're just acting. The guys who are best at this can do that. The cameras start rolling and they turn into the biggest, nastiest sluts ever. They make it seem like the camera is the guy fucking them and those pictures and videos really sell. It's up to you, but I've found that the sluts get more out of this arrangement. Once the cameras stop rolling, they're back to their normal selves and no one ever knows the difference. There are guys called 'tops' and guys called 'bottoms.' Most guys do both, but some are only one or the other. Tops are the more dominant of the bunch while the bottoms are the ones who are more subservient and they service the tops. You'll do both to start and after a while, you'll probably decide you'll like one more than the other. If you hang around long enough, Marty will give you the option to be one or the other in your contract. Looking at you, I'd say you're going to be more comfortable as a bottom. You don't seem to be the type of guy who gets off on taking charge of others." As he talked, the image of me being video taped while having gay sex got me hotter and hotter and I started to move my hips to keep his hands on my cock. 

He looked up at me and said "Now, now. You're under contract and I'm not in the system. Now, turn around and let me do your ass." The cool feeling of the cream on my asshole was a shock at first, but after a second it was feeling just like I was on the couch earlier today. I leaned over farther to give him better access to my ass and was sorely disappointed when he stopped just as I was getting into it. He slapped me lightly on the ass and told me to turn around. 

"Ok," he said. "I can almost guarantee that your first shoot will be you as a bottom. Marty almost always starts the new guys out on the receiving end to see how they do. Have you ever had anal before?"

I told him I hadn't.

"You've never fucked your girlfriend in the ass? Did she ever play with your ass when she blew you?"

I told him no, she hadn't.

"So, the only time anyone's ever played with your ass was this morning in Marty's office?"

I told him yes. 

"And you've never given anyone a blowjob?"

No, I told him. 

"I figured," he said. "Go sit on the couch." I did and Barry went to the bag. When he came into the room, he had the bag with him. I was sitting on the couch slowly stroking my cock when he set the bag down on the floor next to the couch and then reached in and pulled out a large black dildo shaped like a real dick.

"This is a vibrator. It's about the 'normal' size of the guys you'll be working with. Rather than you having your cherry popped on camera and something go wrong, I'll do it here for you with this. Just relax. Move your hips to the edge of the couch like you did this morning." I did. Barry then reached into the bag and pulled out some lube. He lubed up two fingers of his left hand and said "Now, we're going to get you ready."

I put my leg over the arm of the couch to give him better access while I stroked myself. "That's it. Allow yourself to enjoy this," he said as he slowly ran his fingers around my opening. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. "You like this, huh? You like having your ass played with, don't you." I really did and I slid further off the cushion to give him better access to my ass. "Yea, you love it all right. You're going to love what's next."

Then he pushed his fingers into me. I opened my eyes and my mouth involuntarily opened wide as I let out a grunt. "Just relax. Let me in. Just relax and let it happen." I looked down and the strangeness of not having any pubic hair was a real turn-on. I stroked my cock faster. "That's it," he said. "Just relax. I'm going to stretch you out a little longer then we'll use the vibrator. Here, turn it on." He handed me the dildo and I twisted the bottom to turn it on and handed it back to him. He continued to work his fingers around in my ass and put the vibrator against the underside of my balls as I stroked my cock. "Oh, my," he said. "We need more lube on this. Spit's a good lube." Then he brought the dildo up to my mouth and I sucked it. The thing was vibrating on high, so it was a rather strange sensation. Barry moved the vibrator in and out of my mouth while his pace of finger fucking me quickened. "That's right. Suck that cock. Suck that cock that's going to take your cherry." I did and while I stroked my cock, Barry pulled his fingers from my ass. 

"Ok. Here we go. I'm going to push it in slowly so you get used to it." I could feel the dildo vibrating as he touched it to my asshole. "Ooooo....That's niiiiiiiiiice." Just like when he was rimming me, bolt after bolt of electricity ran through my body. The pressure increased and I could feel the dildo slip in. "That's it. Just relax. Do you like that?" 

"I, uh, um, it feels like I'm, uh, taking a shit."

"You'll get used to it. Push out slightly."

I did and Barry started to push it into me. When he got about 4 inches in, the vibrator hit my prostate. Again, I opened my eyes wide and convulsed as a massive wave of pure pleasure hit me. "That's the spot, isn't it?"

I couldn't answer. I could simply moan as wave after wave coursed through me. If this is what gay sex is all about, I was in! 

Barry started to push further until he got the entire dildo in. Then he slowly pulled it out and then back in again. "Good. You did it. No, I want you to cum with this in your ass." I kept stroking my cock as he slid the dildo in and out of my ass. The feeling was very intense and it was amplified every time he it moved across my prostate. After about another minute of him fucking me with the dildo, I could feel the cum building in my balls as my orgasm increased. "That's right. Cum for me." Again, another massive load of cum covered my chest as Barry pulled the dildo out of my ass.

"See? That wasn't so bad. I'll get you a towel."

I laid there and caught my breath as Barry wiped the cum off of me with my only clean towel. Looks like I'll have to air dry after my shower tomorrow.

"Ok," he said. "A few more things to go over and I'll leave you alone. Bring the contract in with you tomorrow after you've signed it. You'll get your first scene's script shortly after that. On the day before you shoot, you want to drink a LOT of water and don't eat anything but clear liquids like chicken broth the entire day. You can eat right before you go on camera, but for 24 hours before you can't. You'll need to use the enima I've got in the bag here before you head to the set. I'm sure you understand why. The last thing is this." And he reached into the bag and pulled out a large bunch of celery. "Eat a lot of celery. As much as you can. There's a saying in the industry that a guy who eats a lot of celery and drinks a lot of water, his cum tastes better than those that don't. So, as a favor to the other guys, eat celery." 

The next morning, I went to Marty's office and dropped of my contract.

Three days later, my phone rang. It was Barry. He told me I was up next for a scene and could I meet at Marty's office two days from then. No problem. I did as I was told and didn't eat the day before the shoot and used the enema until the water ran clear that morning. When I got to the office, there was another guy my age in the office. Marty introduced him as John and we'd be working together. "Also, from now on your name is James. James Monroe. If you want to tell the guys your real name, that's up to you, but from now on you'll be referred to as James Monroe. Got it? We have a few minutes before we have to go to the warehouse, so why don't you two get acquainted.

John and I made small talk for a few minutes. I asked him how long he'd been doing this and what to expect when we got to the warehouse.

"You've never done this before?," he asked.

Nope, first time. I'm actually straight, so you're going to be my first.

"Holy crap. A virgin! This is going to be awesome! I'll go slow and I won't be rough on you if you don't want me to."

Marty came back in and said "Let's go, guys." We piled into mini-van and headed off to a warehouse that Marty had been using for a while to make the movies. When I walked inside, there were several sets set up: what looked like a dorm room, a doctor's office, a large four poster bed, a small classroom, a jail cell, an office with a large desk, and a room with a bunch of bondage equipment in it. 

"Ok," Marty says as he handed John and I a short stack of papers. "Here's the deal. We're going to be using the dorm room set today. The story will go like this: James, you're in your bed under the covers and you're looking at a magazine and masturbating. John, you walk in and catch him. You confront James, he tries to hide the magazine but you get it from him. Then you say your lines and we get down to business. You'll say your lines, you'll drop your pants and show James your cock. Then you'll say more lines and James will get on his knees and suck your cock. We'll let that go for a few minutes and then you'll put James on the bed and fuck him. James, it will be up to you where you want the cum shot. Like the contract says, $150 for the face, $250 for the mouth. Or you can have him cum anyplace else and there is no bonus. Once you cum, John, you'll service James. Just give him a quick blowjob. Got it? James, you're naked. John, your costume is over there. Both of you head to make-up and I want to start shooting in 30 minutes. Once you're done with make-up, you can grab a bite from the table over there. "

The lines nothing more than the crap you'd expect out of a porno and it didn't take more than a few minutes to have them memorized. 

I went over the bank of mirrors that consisted of the make-up area. There was an older lady in glasses there. "Hi," She said. "I'm Nancy. You're James right? You're naked for the start of the scene, so go take off your clothes and come back." She pointed to a curtained off area.

I went behind the curtains and took off my clothes. There was a short robe hanging there, so I put that on and headed back to Nancy. "Oh, honey," she said. "You're going to have to get used to being naked in front of people, so you won't need the robe." She untied the robe and I let it slip off my shoulders. "Much better." She looked down at my cock and the thought of all the people in the warehouse looking at me naked got the better of me and I started to get hard. "You're anxious, huh? Well, let's get started. Sit down, honey."

She applied my make-up and we made small talk while she did so. John walked in wearing his costume: a white tank-top and blue gym shorts. "Hi Nancy. How have you been?"

"Hi Honey! Take a seat and I'll be right with you." She looked at me, applied a little more make-up and said "There! You're all done." She held up a tube of Astroglide and said "Now, you're going to be the bottom for this scene, so let me lube you up. Stand up and lean over the chair."

John told Nancy "This is his first time. He's a virgin. Can you believe it? The guy's going to lose his virginity on camera!"

"Really? I don't normally stick around to watch, but I think I'll watch this. Spread your cheeks for me, James." I reached back and the initial cold of the lubricant on my ass made me jump. I could feel her spread the lube all over my ass and then she put two fingers into me and moved them around. "Ok. You're all set. I put extra lube in you since it's your first time. Have fun!"

I got up and headed to the set. The cameramen and soundmen were blocking the scene we were about to do. The feeling of everyone looking at my naked body again made my cock start to get hard. "James?" Marty said. "You're in the bed. Here's your magazine. Go ahead and get into bed and start." 

John was there by then. "John, you're on the other side of the door. Wait for my cue and then come in."

"OK everyone. Quite on the set!"

I got onto the bed, put the thin sheet over me, and I started looking at the magazine. It was filled with pictures of guys with huge cocks getting sucked and fucked. The camera was pointed right at me and I reached down and started to stroke my cock. It didn't take long until I was fully hard. I kept looking at the magazine and the pictures in it, wondering if I will be in magazines like this. The thought of guys looking at pictures of me sucking cock and getting fucked really turned me on. I was looking forward to this.

"Ok, go!" Marty yelled. I continued to slowly stroke my cock as the cameras started rolling. 

"John! Come in," Marty said.

John opened the door and I immediately put the magazine under the sheet.

"What's going on here, James? Did I interrupt you?"

"No, I was just...you know..."

"I know what? Were you beating off?" John walked over to the edge of the bed where his mark was. "What were you looking at when you were beating off?" He reached down quickly and grabbed the magazine from under the sheet. He looked at me with amazement. "You're a fag? I have a gay roommate? I can't believe this!"

"Don't tell anyone, ok?" I pleaded. "My parents will kill me."

"Well, maybe I can keep a secret if you do something for me."

"Anything! Just don't tell anyone!"

John reached down and dropped his gym shorts. "Suck my cock and maybe I won't tell anyone."

I threw the sheet off myself and got down on my knees in front of John. He was uncircumcised. I'd never seen an uncircumcised cock before. It was still limp, so I went straight to work. I reached up and brought the tip to my mouth. I lightly kissed the tip and then parted my lips to let him in. I ran my tongue around the head and sucked as hard as I could. Then I took him out of my mouth and ran my tongue around his shaft. I could feel him getting harder by the second. I reached up with my hand and stroked his cock to full hardness while I licked and sucked his balls.

"Yea, having a fag for a roommate might not be too bad after all. I hope you like doing that because you're going to be sucking my cock a lot."

I went back to putting his now fully hard, 6 inch cock in my mouth. John reached down and grabbed my head with both hands. "Stay still while I fuck your mouth!" And then he started to move his hips, shoving his cock into my mouth, fucking it like a pussy. 

"Yea, you like that don't you? You like sucking my cock? Say it! Tell me you like to suck my cock!" I don't remember that being in the script, but there was no way for me to say anything anyway with his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. 

Finally, Marty said "Ok. That's enough. Move on."

John kept fucking my face for a little while longer, and then he abruptly pulled his cock out of my mouth. Spit trails were dangling between my mouth and his cock as he said "Get up on the bed. Let's see if you like it in your ass as much as in your mouth."

I obediently got up onto the bed on all fours. John took his t-shirt off and got into position behind me. He slapped his cock against my ass cheeks and said "Are you ready for this? Are you ready to get fucked?"

My line was pretty corny, but I delivered it anyway: "Yes. I'm ready for your cock in my ass."

"No. You have to beg me for it."

"Please don't make me beg for it." I looked back at him. "Please just do it and get it over with."

"Where's the phone? I bet your mom would like to know what you were just doing. How you were just sucking my cock like the fag you are!"

"No please. Please don't tell."

"Then start begging me. Beg me to fuck you in the ass."

"Please, please fuck me." I lowered my head to the mattress, pushed my ass up as high as I could and looked right into the camera as I said "Please fuck me. Fuck me good. I need it. Stick your cock in me. I want to feel your cock in my ass. It's so big. Please put it in my ass."

John reached down and aimed his cock at my ass. I could feel him smearing the lube around to get it on his cock. Every time he rubbed up against my anus, I felt that familiar jolt of electricity again. I was loving this. I started to move my ass for him, letting him tease me. I'd completely forgotten that there was a camera crew and others watching me. I wanted to get fucked and I didn't care who saw it. 

"Please? Please put it in me. I want to feel your cock in my ass. Let me have it, please?"

John aimed his cock at my hole and slowly pushed in. My jaw dropped wide open and he slid the length of his cock into me. It gave me a sensation of complete fullness and didn't really hurt at all. Slowly, he pulled back out and then back in again. Every time he did, the feeling increased. I was really starting to enjoy this now.

"You like that, don't you? You have a tight ass. I'm going to love fucking you whenever I want."

He picked up his pace now and started to thrust into me. I could feel his hip bones hitting my ass, his balls slapping into mine as he began to pound me with greater and greater force. He reached under me and stroked my cock in time with his cock going into my ass. I was loving it. I was moaning louder and louder and I started to push back into him as he thrust. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me!" I cried out. John stopped pushing into me and leaned back, so I was forced to back into him. Harder and harder, I thrust my ass onto his cock. More than once, I pulled too far forward and he slipped out. I rose back up on to my hands and looked back at him. He was sweating like he'd run a marathon, looking down at his cock fucking me. I continued to ride his pole while I urged him on.

"I'm gonna cum!" John cried out.

I looked back at him and said "I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. Please?"

He pulled out and I spun around. I took his cock in my mouth again and I could taste the strange taste of the lube on his cock. I didn't care. I wanted to taste his cum and it didn't matter how I got it. I could feel his cock tense up in my mouth and I knew that he was close. I pulled off of him, opened my mouth as wide as I could and kept stroking his cock while the tip was just outside my mouth. The first jet of cum squirted directly into my mouth, the second and third landed on my chin. I let the cum in my mouth slide out and down my chin as I put his cock back in my mouth to get the last drops. These I swallowed. 

I leaned back on to the bed and stretched out. My cock was hard as a rock and I started to stroke it.

"I suppose you want me to take care of that, huh?" John delivered his line with the required smirk.

"Yea, suck it for me. I wont' tell."

John leaned down and took my cock in his mouth. I could feel his tongue on the underside of my cock as he stroked quickly at the base. He didn't take very much of it into his mouth, just the tip. He stroked my cock as he licked and sucked on the head. I was incredibly turned on and it didn't take me long until I warned him I was going to cum. He pulled his mouth off me and stroked as he aimed jet after jet of come onto his chest. When I was done, he leaned back against the wall. 




The Road to Stardom



"And...CUT!" Marty yelled. "Great job everyone. That's a rap!"

I looked over a John and he said "Man, you cum a lot. How do you do that?"

"I have no idea. But that was pretty great. I really got into that. Thanks for being gentle."

I stood up and headed behind the curtains to get dressed. Nancy stopped me and said "Wow! For your first time, you really did well!"

"Thanks. I think I'm going to like this."

We headed back to Marty's office and he handed me an envelope.

"$750 for my first timer! How did you like it? You sure looked like you were enjoying it!"

"I got to tell you: I was nervous at first. But after a while, I didn't even realize I was on camera. It was pretty hot."

"You're going to be great at this. We'll call you when we're ready for you. It will be a few days."

A few days turned into four. Barry called me and told me that I was up the day after tomorrow. 

Like last time, I performed my morning ritual and rode my bike over to Marty's office. I was a little early, so Barry ushered me into Marty's office. About 20 minutes later, Barry brought in another guy who's name was Tony. He introduced us and we talked for a few minutes. He was a little shorter than I, dark hair and olive skin. He was very handsome. I figured he was probably Greek. 

Marty showed up and we piled in the van. When we got to the warehouse, the cameras were setting up by the classroom.

"Ok," Marty said as he handed us the scripts. "We're using the classroom today. Tony, you're the student and James is the teacher. James, you're at the desk when Tony comes in. You say your lines, then go at it. Piece of cake. Any questions? No? Good. Costumes, then make-up. Go."

Tony and I headed over to the dressing area as I read the script. Blah-blah-blah, Tony begs me for a passing grade, blah-blah-blah, I make a deal with him, he sucks my dick, I fuck his ass. The end. 

As I was getting into costume (a tweed jacket, slacks and oxford shirt and tie), I watched Tony. He was very good looking and he had a great body. He seemed a little apprehensive as he caught me watching him. "What?" he asked. His costume was jeans, t-shirt and a backpack. 

"Nothing. Just watching you." I said.

"Look, asshole. I don't like this at all. In fact I hate it. I've got five more of these bullshit scenes to do and I'm moving back home. I can't believe I agreed to this. This is bullshit."

"Hey," I said. "I'm straight and I'm only doing this for the money. I know how you feel."

"No, you don't know how I feel. Just get it over with and let's go." Tony turned and stormed out.

What a jackass, I thought as I dressed. I took my time so I wouldn't have to deal with him during make-up. When I heard Nancy tell him he was done, I came out and sat in her chair.

"What's his deal?" I asked Nancy as she applied my make-up.

"Honey, he's an angry kid. He says he's done doing this and is going to move back home, but he always comes back. He's been doing this for about a year. I think he's on his third of fourth contract by now. I sometimes wonder if he secretly loves this and gets the guys he works with pissed so that they take it out on him during filming. He's strange." She looked me over and said "Well, you're the top today, so you're all done. Have fun!" 

When she finished, I headed over to the set. Everything was ready to start, so I sat down at the desk and tried to look like I was grading papers. As the camera started rolling, there was a knock at the door. Tony walked in the script went something like this:

Me: Tony, what can I do for you?

Tony: Mr. Monroe, I need to talk to you about my grade. I really need to pass this course. If I don't, I'll fail out.

Me. I've already given you your grade, Tony. I can't change it now.

Tony: I know, but I'm hoping you'll help me out. I really need to pass this class. (Tony crosses over the side of my desk.)

Me: I don't know what to tell you, Tony. I've made up my mind. (I push back from the desk and lean back in the chair.)

Tony: Are you sure that there is nothing I can do? (Tony drops to his knees and unbuttons my pants.)

Me: Well, what did you have in mind?

Tony (As he pulls my cock out of my pants): Well, if I suck your cock do I get an A?

Tony put my cock in his mouth and looked up at me as he sucked me.

Me: You're going to have to do better than that to get an A, Tony.

Tony started to suck my cock to it's full length. Tony may have been an asshole, but he knew what to do in the presence of an erect cock. He stroked me as he sucked, then cradled my balls as he took my whole length in his mouth. Slowly he pulled back, sucking hard enough to make his cheeks suck in to his mouth. Then he'd slowly move back to the hilt. He pulled my cock out of his mouth and then turned his head to face the camera as he licked the length of my cock. I was looking down at him and I caught a look in his eye that said he was enjoying this. He moved down to my balls and licked and sucked them. Then he moved back to my cock and kept sucking. I leaned my head back and said my line "Yea, that's good. Maybe that's worth a D, but you'll pass."

Tony: But I really need an A! (As he continued to stroke my cock).

As he stroked my cock, pre-cum was leaking out of the tip. Tony saw it and licked it off with his tongue.

Me: If you want an A, take off your pants and bend over the desk.

Tony looked up at me while stroking my cock, looking like he was thinking about whether a D would be good enough. Then he stood up, dropped his pants, and bent over the desk.

I stood up, took off my pants, and got into position behind him. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it all: Me with a shirt and tie on, Tony bent over the desk with his backpack still on his back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the film crew moving to get a better angle of the action. I moved in close to Tony's ass and rubbed my cock head up and down his crack. I could see the lube smeared all around his asshole and I caught a glimpse of Marty trying to tell me to turn my body in order for the camera to catch me entering Tony. I turned my torso just enough to do as he was asking, but enough so that I still could get in there. I aimed my cock down toward his asshole getting as much lube along the way and then pushed into him. 

I'd never been a top for a woman or a man before. I really didn't know what to expect. I'd had lots of straight sex, but never in the ass before. Would it be tighter than a pussy? I really was curious, so I started to push. I watched as the head slowly went into Tony's ass and was amazed how tight his ass was. It was so much tighter than any pussy I'd ever felt!

I leaned forward a little, grabbed his backpack with my right hand and pushed in all the way. 

Me: Ohhhh...You're tight. I may give you an A just for being so tight!

I slowly worked my way back out so that I could see the edge of my cock head poking out of his ass, then slowly pushed back in. His canal felt like it was clamping down the entire length of my cock. So tight! I couldn't help but increase my pace. Faster and faster I fucked him. Tony was letting out grunts as I pushed into him harder and harder. Later, as I watched the video, I discovered that the only words I was saying were "Oh my God! Oh my God!" The tightness of his ass and the feeling of his ass muscles against my hips when I pushed into him sent me over the edge of orgasm.

Me: You want that A, Tony?

Tony: Yea, I need the A! 

Me: Then turn around and suck me off!

I pulled out of him and stroked my cock as he spun around and got down to his knees. He leaned in and I let go of my cock as he took over. His mouth went up and down the length of my cock quickly as I felt the cum boiling up from my balls. Faster and faster his mouth was working over my cock. He reached up with his left hand and grabbed my ass and he looked up at me. 

Me: Here it comes! Earn your A!

Tony pulled his mouth off my cock and opened his mouth wide while he stroked my cock. The first shot of cum hit him directly in the right eye, the second went up his nose. The third, fourth and fifth covered his cheeks and around his mouth. When there were no more spurts, only dribbles, coming out of my cock, he moved in close and licked the last off my cum off my cock.

"Cut!" yelled Marty. I backed up and sat back in the chair, spent. Tony stood up and turned to me "You fucking asshole! What the fuck was that?! I'm supposed to decide where the cum shot goes, not you! I certainly didn't want it up my nose!"

I laughed and said "Well, you were the one aiming it, dickhead! You didn't have to spin around. You could have said no, but you didn't. I'd have given you a B!"

That brought laughter from everyone in the warehouse as Tony stormed off. I sat in the chair and caught my breath for a few minutes, my cock deflating slowly, when Marty came up to me. 

"Hey, James. I had a guy cancel on me for the afternoon session. You want to hang around for a little bit and do another scene? I need a bottom for the doctor's office scene."

I thought about it for a second and said "Yea, but I have to be at the dealership at four for my shift. Is there time for that?"

Marty said "I don't see why not. We're shooting the scene at about 1. There should be plenty of time."

"Sure, I'll hang around. This will be my third scene and the end of the contract, right? Might as well get it over with now."

"Sure, kid. Your third one. We'll make this one special for you so you re-up for another round."

Tony was in the van waiting for a ride back to Marty's office when went into the dressing area to change. At least I wouldn't have to deal with that asshole any more today.

I changed, cleaned the makeup off my face and looked at my watch. 11 o'clock. I had two hours to kill. I got a quick bite to eat and then lay down on the four-poster bed and took a nap. 

One of the film crew woke me up after a little while and said "James, we're getting set up. Marty wants you on the set."

I stretched, got off the bed and headed over to the doctor's office set. The rest of the film crew was setting up there and Marty was talking to two guys I'd not met yet.

"James," said Marty. "This is Chris and Terry, the two guys you're with today. Chris, you're the doctor and Terry will be the nurse. James, you're our patient. Here are your lines. We'll start shooting in about 45 minutes." 

I shook hands with the two guys and looked at my script. It was typical crap, just some dialog to get through before fucking. Great, I thought. My first three-some and it's not only with two guys, but I'm the monkey in the middle. Not exactly what my three-some fantasies consisted of as I was growing up. 

"How long have you two been with Marty?" I asked.

"I've been here about 2 years now," Chris said. 

Terry was looking at the script and said "Man, he always makes me the chick. Do I look like a girl or something?" I looked at Terry and had to admit, yea, he did look a little bit feminine. 

"Terry does always seem to draw the short straw. The good news is that Nancy is a miracle worker with the makeup and he always turns out pretty hot," Chris said. "You're new here, James?"

"Yea. This is my third and final shoot. I just did one this morning with a guy named Tony."

Terry said "That guy's an asshole, but he's a good bottom. I'd say I hoped you fucked him hard, but I think he likes it that way."

We headed over to the changing area. My costume consisted of a patient's exam gown. Terry's costume was a latex nurse's outfit, white thigh-highs, crazy high heels, blond wig and a little cap that said "Head Nurse" across the top. I couldn't help but laugh as he got dressed. Chris just slipped a doctor's exam coat of his street clothes, put a stethoscope around his neck, and he was done.

"He does this shit to me every time," Terry complained. "Even when we're doing a dom scene, I have to dress up like a chick."

Chris said "Yea, but you look hot when you're dressed up. I love fucking you when you're done up like a slut. It will be even hotter this time since I'll get to watch you fucking James while you're dressed up!"

"Are you always the top, Chris?" I asked.

"I only like being the top. When I started, I was the bottom every once in a while. But since I've been here a while, I had it put in my contract that I was 'top only.' You're new, so you're going to be mostly the bottom. It's the way Marty works it: You start out on the bottom and work your way to the top."

"Plus," said Terry. "It doesn't hurt that you have a huge cock. No wonder Marty makes you the top all the time." 

Chris stepped back through the curtain and headed for makeup. I stripped and put the exam gown on. Terry had the nurse's outfit on now and it was so short, the tops of his stockings could be seen and the bottom of his ass was clearly visible below his latex top. I managed to tie the top strings of the gown together, but couldn't do the bottom myself. I walked up to Terry and turned around "Could you tie my bottom string for me?"

"Sure," he said. "You have a great ass! I'm going to love fucking this! You must workout." I could feel his hands rubbing my ass as I stood there. I arched my back toward him and spread my legs slightly as he moved both hands around my cheeks. As I leaned back further, I could just feel his breath on my neck as he said "Yea...nice ass. I can't wait to get some of this."

"Yea," I said. "I'm in the gym almost every day on the Stairmaster. It's a great workout."

"Well, you're about to get another great workout, I promise. Chris and I are good about dragging the bottom's orgasm out." His hands continued to rub around my ass cheeks as I leaned back into him further. 

"I've never done a threesome before. This is going to be strange, I think. And I just came all over Tony's face about 2 hours ago." I said as I felt one hand move into my crack and his fingers find my anus. My cock was already hard and tenting my gown. 

"You'll be fine. I've done this scene a couple of times and it's always the same. Chris and I will do most of the work. Just lay back and enjoy it." I was leaning far enough back for him to be able to see my cock sticking out from under my gown. He smacked my ass, said "Let's finish this on camera," and he tied up my gown for me. 

I headed for makeup and sat down in the chair with Nancy. She finished me up and I bent over the chair so she could lube me. 

"Not today, sweetie," she said. "In the doctor's office scenes, the doctor lubes up the bottom." 

I got up and headed over to the set. Chris was there and we went over our lines together as the crew finished blocking and setting up. It was a pretty simple scene: I'm sitting on the table to start, blah blah blah, Chris gives me the exam, blah blah blah, we have sex. Nothing to it. 

As I was sitting on the exam table talking to one of the crew, Terry walked up and stood beside me. I could barely recognize him. He didn't look "hot," per se. But standing before me was a very attractive woman who looked hot enough to fuck. "Jesus, Terry! I almost didn't recognize you!"

"I know," he said. "Nancy really does wonders. You should see me in my dom get up, though. That's really hot!"  

"Ok, places everyone!" Marty yelled.

I hopped up on the exam table and smoothed my gown around my legs. It was difficult to tell if the chills I was suddenly feeling were because I was practically naked or because of the anticipation of what was about to happen to me. I tried to contain my growing erection, but that was difficult at best.

Terry and Chris walked out the door and closed it behind them. "And...ACTION!"

The door opened and in walked Chris. "Mr. Monroe? I'm Doctor Goodwood. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, doctor," I said. "It's a little embarrassing, but I think it might be serious. You see, when my boyfriend and I, um... have sex, I don't enjoy it as much as I used to."

"I see," Chris said as he looked at his clipboard full of papers. I realized as he was flipping through the pages that he actually had the script on his clipboard. This guy can't remember porn lines? He must be a real genius. "How long has this been going on?"

"Well, at first," I said. "Everything was fine, but about a month ago, I just stopped enjoying it."

"I see," Chris said again. "Well, let's have a look at you." He put the stethoscope in his ears and started to listen to my heart and breathing, while telling me to take deep breaths. Then he did a feel around my torso and had me stand up.

"I'm going to check your penis and testicles to see if there's anything wrong there. Please lift up your gown for me."

As I did, he blew on his hands and rubbed them together. At least he was thoughtful enough to warm his hands before he started feeling me up, I thought. I lifted my gown up to above my nipples to give the camera a good shot of my body as Chris sat down on a small stool and wheeled over in front of me. I could see the camera move slightly to catch the exam over Chris' shoulder.

He lightly grabbed my balls with one hand and gently massaged them. Feeling each one, he gently pulled my sack down toward the ground. With his other hand, he lifted up my soft cock toward my belly button. As he massaged my balls, he slightly stroked my cock. I quickly began to get hard. 

"I, uh, I'm sorry about that, doctor," I said as my erection grew. 

Christ looked up and smiled at me. "It's quite a natural reaction, James. Nothing to be embarrassed about." He continued to massage my balls and play with my cock as he looked up at me. "Would it embarrass you if I told you have a nice cock, James? Would you be embarrassed to know that I'm getting hard too?"

"No, Doctor," I said.

"Good, because I am." Just then he pulled his hands away. "Well, I can't see anything wrong with your penis or testicles, James. You said you're no longer enjoying sex?"

"Well, Doctor," I said. "The problem isn't with my penis, it's with my ass. When my boyfriend and I first started having sex, I really liked him to put it in my ass. He could get me to cum without even touching my penis when we'd have sex, but now... I don't feel anything."

"Oh, well, now I see the problem," he said. "I'll need the nurse to help me," and he walked over to the little intercom on the wall. "Nurse Terry," he said into the little box. "Could you come in here please?"

Terry must have had his hand on the door knob because he burst in and almost hit Chris with the door.

"Yes, Doctor?" Terry said. 

"Nurse Terry, I'll need some help with this patient. James, I need you to bend over the exam table with your upper torso against the table and your head down. We need to check your prostate gland."

I realized then that I'd been standing there with my gown pulled up to my chest the entire time, so I dropped it and got into position bent over the table. I could feel the head of my cock just on the edge of the table as I spread my legs to give them access. 

"Nurse Terry, I'll need you to spread his cheeks for me while I examine him."

"Yes, Doctor," he said as he untied the lower strings of my gown and then spread my ass cheeks as wide as he could. 

"We'll start with stimulating your anus first, James. The lube might be a little cold at first," Chris said.

I jumped a little when I felt his cold, lubricated finger touch my asshole. Slowly, he traced his finger around my ring, pushing just enough for me to feel it. My cock was instantly hard.

"Can you feel that, James?" he asked.

"Yes, Doctor," I said. He had to know that he was driving me crazy. The way he was teasing my asshole with his finger was driving me out of my mind! He was just lightly tracing my ring with his lubed finger and it was all I could do not to push back onto him. I so badly wanted to moan, but I knew Marty would be pissed if I blew the script. "I can feel that just fine."