Sam the Ham

The Documentary

Maxwell drove through the pouring rain. He was so far off the main roads that he had to actually drive. His GPS told him to turn down a gravel road so he did. He wasn't used to driving, not this much at least. All right when he had done some of his earlier documentaries on Indian civil wars he had have to drive a lot, but this was just isolation. A gate came into view and he slowed. Just as he came to a stop the gate began to swing open and he drove through. The woods that had been surrounding him open up. He saw a large building and thankfully the driveway led right under an awning. He saw a man waiting outside as he got closer he recognized him as Mr. Krasner. He had already interviewed the man for his documentary on the recently legalized child porn industry.

Going under the awning he opened the car door and stepped out. "Well I found the place. We're kind of in the middle of nowhere here."

Mr. Krasner smiled as he came over to shake the offered hand. "Yes well it's almost impossible for protesters to get out here. Even if they did find the place, this is all private so they would have to stay far enough away that there would be much with the show. Much better to protest outside of our headquarters in Seattle and the talent never goes there."

The talent Maxwell knew usually just referred to the kids rather than the adults that participated. "Yes, well I thank you for this opportunity. I was actually a little uncomfortable without getting any interviews from the kids." One thing that he had found was of the four companies licensed to produce the material; they were all universally protective of their talent. Of course, the protectiveness could be viewed as secrecy. Maxwell was determined to create an unbiased documentary, but he knew what editing could do.

"Just as long as you use the body software everything should be fine." Mr. Krasner said with a small smile.

Maxwell knew what the body software did. It obscured certain details in the actual films. It was supposed to help conceal identity, but one of the side benefits for the industry was removed small flaws. It was a small concession that he really didn't think would impact the film. "Of course, that shouldn't be a problem. Just let me get money equipment."

His equipment was a suitcase that could make him his own cameraman. Noting that Mr. Krasner wasn't asking him to his car he didn't offer to not wanting to have to run through the rain. He followed the man into a building. As soon as the two doors closed behind them, Maxwell notice the lack of sound of rain. "Mind if I sent my camera. If you don't mind interior shots of this facility could be handy."

Mr. Krasner gave him a look as if weighing possibilities. "I don't think there's anything that would give the location away. However, we did clear out for your interviews. If you agree to mention the fact, yes you may."

"Of course, care to give me a brief tour?" This wasn't technically on the schedule, but Maxwell had found sometimes it is best not to ask for too much ahead of time. People could think themselves to death. He put his case down and began putting his cameraman together. They came apart in three pieces and when assembled was essentially four wheels that connected to a metal pole with a saucer shaped device on top. The camera film in all angles and when order to could even flip its camera over and extend out like an arm.

Mr. Krasner began the tour by showing the hotel area as he called it. It was where the talent and family members stayed while filming. They look like any cheap hotel rooms. There was a little eating area and then the game room which was currently occupied by four boys watching a show. There were a couple of different TVs most of two different councils along with an air hockey table and a trampoline.

"There's also some outdoor activities, bike trails, jungle Jim and the like, but in the rain you probably don't want to see them. Some of them have double as sets. A couple of the other sets do that do double duty too." Mr. Krasner added as they walked past.

Maxwell wasn't certain what Mr. Krasner had meant by that as he was shown the other sets. A generic bedroom, what could be a camp or school dormitory, a classroom, an office, locker room but then came the pool. "You let them use the pool?"

Mr. Krasner nodded and then quickly added. "Only with adult supervision, the door is kept locked otherwise."

Maxwell nodded. "All right. May I start the interviews now?"

"Of course, of course. I had a thought about that. The boys aren't used to being interviewed. We give them direction of course but a face-to-face interview. Well, I'm afraid some of them might be intimidated. I thought you could interview them on their favorite set. It might help them relax."

"That sounds all right." Maxwell said after considering for a second and then decides to disclose what he was thinking. "May I assume that there are built-in cameras on each set and you'll be watching?"

Mr. Krasner smirked. "That would be a safe assumption. It might save us from unfair editing practices too."

Maxwell wasn't certain on legal matters regarding recording an interview from a third source. "My goal is to create a fair documentary. This is still a very controversial subject. I try to avoid dogma. So that'll be fine."

Interview One

Maxwell walked back to the office set. There was an eight-year-old blonde boy sitting in the office chair on the far side of the desk. Hopefully playing along with the kids fantasy he sat in one of the two chairs on the opposite side keeping the desk between them. "Hello, you're Sam?"

The boy nodded watching the camera moving into position over both of them.

"It won't hurt you," Maxwell said reflectively.

Sam gave him a look like he had just said something incredibly stupid. "I know, they used them on the sets." He pointed out the camera which had just finished moving into position.

Maxwell felt a little embarrassment at the rebuke. He really wasn't familiar with interviewing kids. "Sorry, well just so you know, I am going to ask you some questions and you are supposed to answer them the best you can. All right?"

Sam grinned and Maxwell couldn't tell if it was because he was nervous or he was laughing at him. Suddenly he realized he was nervous. He had interview dictators and had been less nervous, than he was now.

"All right, let's start," Maxwell said trying to regain his composure. "You are Sam and your eight years old. That's not your real name though is it? Do you ever get confused?"

Sam seemed to give it some thought. "No, when I'm here I'm Sam. Everybody calls me that except my dad. We all just use our stage names. I know some of my friends here's real names."

"So you have friends here?"Maxwell asked.

"Yeah, there Brendan, Nathan, and…"

Maxwell let Sam ramble on as you mentioned about six different names. When he stopped Maxwell went on to the next question. "DP specializes in making gay or male male film. How did you come to get involved with it?"

Sam started to swing back and forth in the chair. "I wanted to suck cock."

The blunt answer took Maxwell back. "Pardon?"

Sam grinned. "I wanted to suck cock. I am gay. I can't be gay at school. Here I can be gay. Lots of us are."

"You're eight years old," Maxwell said stunned. "Do you think you're gay because of the stuff you done here?"

"No!" Sam said setting up the chair. "I am gay! I like boys. Boys are better than girls."

Maxwell couldn't quite read Sam's expression. It seemed to be a combination of anger and frustration so he decided to back off. "All right, so you want to come here because you are gay?"

Sam settled back in the chair seemed satisfied. "Yes."

"How did you hear about it?"

"The news," Sam said.

"You heard a new story and you wanted to come here because you were gay and you could be gay here. Did your parents agree right away?"

"My dad doesn't like the idea. I kept asking and begging him. He agreed final. My mom left a long time ago."

"I see," Maxwell said cautiously treading around the territory. "Does anyone know outside of your family? That you come here."

"My best friend but that's it. Dad says we should keep it secret, but I told my best friend. He was happy for me. He knows I like boys. He doesn't like them like I do. It would be fun if he did."

Maxwell looked down at the background information he had been given. "You have been working here for five months and have done six videos? Do you think that's a lot?"

"I wish I could come here every weekend," Sam hesitated for a second. "Well almost, like when there's nothing else good going on. The summer should be fun."

"Can you tell us about your first appearance?"

Sam screwed up his face. "It was a group one at the pool lots of touching. We all got to swim naked. It was fun."

"Do you have a favorite one so far?"

Sam brightened. "Yeah, it was my last one. It was just me and another boy the same age as me. We were planning that we were at a sleepover. It started off on the bedrooms set but we snuck down here. We were supposed to go online and find porn for the first time." He laughed and spun around in the chair. "They can't show us it for real so they would do it later with computer stuff. We were supposed to pretend we didn't know anything so it was like all touching and stuff. Then we sucked on each other. We 69 on the desk," Sam brought his hand down on the desk with a loud smack. "It was my longest video."

Maxwell smiled not because of what Sam was describing, but because the boy was so enthusiastic. "I see, well is anything you don't want to do or you think is unfair?" He immediately realized he had not worded this question as well as he should have.

"I can't be with anyone over 12. That's not fair. One of my best friends here is going to turn 13 in two weeks and I won't be able to make any videos with him. Everything else so far is fun. In one of the videos I got tied up. That would be fun to do again. I don't want to butt stuff. Some of the older boys say they like it but it looks like it would hurt. They say I don't have to do that stuff though."

"All right, thank you for your time," Maxwell said bringing the interview to a close.

Interview Two

Maxwell second interview took place at the pool. There was a man standing by the doorway holding it open for him and a small boy sitting at the edge of the pool his legs in the water. He was Hispanic, a bit choppy but probably as tall as Sam. He took a few seconds to consider how he should do this. He decided instead of calling the boy away he would just simply sit crosslegged next to him.

"Mateo, it's nice to meet you."

Mateo smiled up at him and kicked his legs out sending water halfway across the pool. "Hi."

Maxwell sat down next to the boy. "So Mateo, you are nine years old and we've been doing this for nine months?"

"Yes."

Maxwell asked the same questions he asked Sam to begin with and received one or two word answers. He was beginning to wonder if he would be able to use any of this interview.

"Is there anything you don't like about coming here?" Maxwell was expecting the answer to be no, but the boy surprised him.

"Yes," Mateo said. "I don't like when they g-give me lots of di-di-dialogue. The first, time, they gave me some di-dialogue, I k-kept messing up."

"You have a stutter?" Maxwell was surprised that someone like that would make it past the screaming. He hadn't had the impression they were hard up for talent.

Mateo nodded. "I'm doing better. It only hap-pens when I, am excited or nervous. The first time, I was so excited I coul-dn't say three words." Mateo looked down and started announcing each word individually. "We were on the dorm set. There were nine of us. Truth and Dare stuff like that. I kept messing up. They had to keep stopping and starting. They let me say my dialogue later eventually. I can't." He paused clearly trying to think of the word. "Make things up as I go along."

"So they record your dialogue and put it in later." Maxwell summarized. "Did they not know you stutter before they hired you?" Maxwell winced internally knowing he had phrased that clumsily.

"Yes. It's not as b-b-bad when I'm not excited. Plus I have an attr-rib-bute." Mateo smiled.

"Oh, you do? What is that?" Maxwell smiled back.

In response Mateo leaned back and before Maxwell could say anything Mateo unzipped his shorts. He was wearing boxers butt pulled his cock out. "I'm small. The smallest even hard."

Maxwell's eyes went to Mateo’s miniscule package. His ball sack was still tight against his body. His cock had to be less than an inch. Mateo foreskin made it look more like a lump of flesh. Unconsciously Maxwell remembered his own mother telling him if he touched himself it would fall on when he was about this age. This was probably what is mine would've conjured up.

He pulled his eyes away from Mateo’s package. "I see. Does anyone here make fun of you?"

Mateo shook his head as he zipped up. "Everyone is nice."

Maxwell thought of a new question. "You said you stutter when you're excited or nervous. Which are you on set?"

"Excited. I get to see everyone's wheelie. Th-they are all different. It's fun." Maxwell seemed to consider for a moment. "Maybe s-sometimes, a little scary. Like being tied up, or licking some-b-b-body's b-butt." Mateo switched back to pronouncing each word individually and carefully. "It's fun now. If it wasn't, I wouldn't come back."

Maxwell had assumed that the boys would be prepped for the interviews. With Sam he had seen some genuine emotion when he had insisted that he was gay. With Mateo he guess the carefully pronounced portions were either pre-practice or important to the boy.

"Are you gay, Mateo?"

Mateo shrugged. "I don't know. It's fun. Th-that why I come back."

"Are you ever afraid that you friends at school will find out you come here and make fun of you?" Maxwell asked rephrasing an earlier question.

Again Mateo shrug. "They make fun of me at school somet-t-times. Not here."

Maxwell considered for a moment before realizing that Mateo may not realize it but coming here may actually be good for him. Whether he was not made fun of here because the boys felt a sense of community or simply didn't want to get in trouble for picking on someone. Mateo could also see that the cocks could come in all different shapes and sizes. He wouldn't worry about what his looked like. His small stature was actually being celebrated. He was proud of it.

"Well thank you for your time Mateo."

Interview Three

The third interview took Maxwell to the bedroom set. This one would be a double interview. Charles and Michael were not the only twins in the industry, but they were the only one at this company. When he walked onto the bedroom set one of them was sitting on the bed while the other one was in desk. Both of them were doing something on their phones.

"Hello," Maxwell said hoping to draw their attention.

The one on bed looked up. "Hey."

The other one by the desk silently turning off his phone and sat on the bed as his brother positioned himself next to him. Maxwell smiled and pulled out the chair from the desk. "Which one of you is Michael and which one is Charles?"

The first one spoke up again. "I'm Michael, he is Charles."

Maxwell took the two boys in. At 12 they both boys had a similar haircut, but their clothing was not similar. Charles wore shorts showing off smooth athletic while Michael wore a pair of jeans. They were both wearing T-shirts. Be notice Charles was hugging himself while Michael was casually leaning back. Their skin was identical deep black. Something told Maxwell that he would have to address at least some of his questions directly to Charles or Michael will do all the talking.

"Well, you two do identical."

Michael grinned showing off bright white teeth. "Yeah, we're identical. They even did a video about that. You remember that Charles?"

Charles smiled and spoke softly. "Yes. It was one of the few off-site shoots."

"Off-site?" Maxwell question.

"Off-site, not here," Michael explained. "The whole thing was there was this Dr. and he wanted to see how identical we were. They need to the doctor’s office for that. It was a while ago."

Maxwell decided to divert from his usual script. "Yes, you two have both been doing this for two years. You've both been with men?"

"Yeah, both of us," Michael answered.

"How do you feel about that?"

Michael shrugged. "It's part of the job. It does pay a little better because not everybody likes to do it. I don't think it's much different."

Charles looked down. "It does feel good."

"Yeah and it's not like they just pop it in," Michael cut in. "I mean even if they don't show it they always stretch and lubricate us beforehand."

"Yes, I was curious, how you ever said no to something? I mean what exactly is the process before filming?"

"They usually send an e-mail. Usually alert us they send one by text. The e-mail is basically what's involved other people will be involved and stuff like that," Michael said.

"You get these e-mails directly?" Maxwell asked.

"We have separate accounts," Charles said quietly.

Maxwell nodded. "Has one of you ever said yes while the other said no?"

"Just one time," Michael answered.

Maxwell waited. When there was no more information forthcoming he prompted. "What happened?"

Michael looked over at Charles. "You want to tell him?"

Charles was quiet for a moment. Then he glanced up at the camera and then to Maxwell. "They wanted us to do a short. The setup was we were in trouble for something we had done at school. I forget what it was supposed to be. The principal was supposed to spank us and then put it in us. He was, big. 8 inches [20 cm] I think." Charles hand shift in his lap and Maxwell was pretty sure he was trying to hide his erection at the memory.

Michael cut in. "Most of the guys are like 5 or 6 inches [13-15 cm] sometimes bigger. Usually the bigger guys go to the teenagers though."

"I'm sorry, which one of you didn't agree to do that one?" Maxwell asked.

"Me," Michael said.

"Was it because of the man's size?" Maxwell wired.

Michael smiled and shook his head no. "I've been taking man cock since I was 10. He would have been the biggest but so what. I just don't like being spanked."

Maxwell was quite not expecting that as an answer. "When was this?"

Michael shrugged. "About a month or so it was the latest one."

"Charles, you were okay with all this?" Maxwell asked.

Charles nodded. "I'm told it's selling very well. There's talk of a sequel." He smiled a little at that.

Maxwell nodded. "As you know I'm making a documentary about this industry. What would you like people to take away from it?"

"We are not all gay," Michael stated. "Yeah a lot of us sucked and bend over. I do it because it's fun and it pays pretty well. I know I'm safe. I didn't have sex with men outside of making a video or mess around with boys. It's a job, just one I have fun at. The moment that stops I'm done."

"Were you turned down by other companies that do boys and girls?" Maxwell asked.

Michael looked surprised at the question and looked towards Charles who answered.

"Just because we're identical names doesn't mean they're the same person. We have a cousin who used to do this. He suggested it to us. I want to work for this company. Twins make more if we perform together." Charles smiled. "One thing I wish people would know is it is safe. One time we were doing a shoot when we were younger. We were in the locker room and supposed to be bullied by some older boys. This one started crying. We stopped filming and once he was reassured it was all just all playing pretend we started filming in. Another time we had a first timer freeze up. He thought he could do it but he couldn't. Nobody forced him he just left. We look out for each other. Outside of here I don't think I have any friends outside of my grade. Here though I do younger and older."

Maxwell nodded. "Well I thank you for your time."

As he got up from the chair, Maxwell realized that it would be a lot harder to be neutral after these interviews. At least these were getting more than a check out of it. He doubted that was universal, but it was something.

The End