
PORN STARS

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 1

I had a raging hard-on when I woke up, as usual.  Even though I was already late and mom was screaming at me up the stairs to get a move on, I needed to wank.  It doesn't take me long - When I see a porn movie I'm always surprised how long it takes a guy to get off:  I only have to touch my cock and I'm about to shoot!  Still, they say that you're at your horniest when you're 16, and it gets more difficult to make it all happen as you get older.

I reached down and slid my foreskin over my cock head - God, I love that feeling.  I was already moist and rock hard, and I didn't dare touch myself too much as I'd shoot.   But I had to hold off until I could reach down and grapple around under the bed for the bit of lavatory paper I'd used to catch my cum last night:  it would have to do service again.  Even though mom must know I wank off in bed, I don't like to stain the sheets.  Funny, isn't it - all parents must know their teenage sons beat their meat, but you never talk about it, and you don't make it obvious, so no stiff sheets on the bed, and no walking around in boxers with a big stick poking out of the front.

As your cum starts to pump,  that moment when you lose control and all you want to do is shout out is fantastic - but no shouting in our house as the walls are too thin.  I just had to be content with the muscular spasms that ran through my stomach and thighs as I shot my load.  The lavatory paper almost disintegrated as I shot so much, and my hand was all sticky, too, as I tried to wipe away all the cum from my cock and really make sure none of it got on the sheets.

Then it was the usual boring morning round - teeth cleaned, quick wash, bit of a shave (I haven't really got a full growth of beard yet, but with my thick wiry dark hair I do need to do it every couple of days), no time for a shower, grab a bit of breakfast whist mom rattles on about me being late, then on the bike to school.

It's a real bore.  It's not that the work is hard or anything - I am pretty bright, after all - it's just that it's so tedious.  The only good days are Tuesdays and Thursdays when we have football in the afternoon, and Wednesdays when we have a gym lesson in the morning.  I love sport, and keep myself in shape - I've got a hard muscular body, and I'm working on it to really fill it out:  the girls all like to run their hands over my biceps, and it's a good way for me to get started on them.  If they complain that I'm going too far in 'touching' them, I can always remind them that they started it.

At break my best mate Alex pulled me to one side.  He had one of those porn magazines that are strictly banned at school, but which we all like to look at when we can.  I thought he was going to show me another one of those women with absolutely enormous boobs that he's obsessed with, but instead of that he had it open at the pages of small ads at the back.

"Look at this, Ray", he said, pushing the magazine at me.  "It says here they're looking for experienced, well-hung young guys to star in a new porn film.  Lend us your phone, and I'll call them."

"Don't be so fucking stupid!  We can't take part in a porn film."

"Why not?  We both fuck, don't we.  You've been at it even longer than I have.  Wasn't it two years ago you first got into that slag Ann's knickers?  They could hardly find two more experienced fuckers, and I'm looking to broaden my experience - I really want one of those women with big tits and a huge cunt, and I'm not going to find them here in the school.  And we're both certainly well-hung, and young!"

"Oh, don't be stupid.  They won't take us."   Actually, I'd started to hope they might! I'd got an erection just thinking about fucking a real woman, someone who would take part in a porn film.  Whenever we watched them I looked with amazement at the women in those films, and the way they showed the men what a good time really was.  

"Come on - give us your phone.  There's only one way to find out..."

That's typical of Alex - he never wants to use his own phone.  He's a bit of a tight bastard when it comes to paying for calls.  He'll text and text and text, trying to fix a date with some slag so he can shaft them on the way home from school, but he hates paying for calls.  But when he's in one of his "I'm in charge" moods, as he usually is, there's no deflecting him, so I handed my mobile over.  

He dialled the number, and waited.  Then he started to speak.... I could only hear one side of the conversation, but I could tell they were giving him a hard time.

"I saw your ad - me and my mate want to apply...."

"Yes, to be in the porn film.  You wanted young guys....."

"We're 16...  Both of us."

"What do you mean we're not old enough?  It's legal, isn't it?  And we're fully experienced...:

"Yes, fully experienced.  I've been having girls since I was 14.  Several, every week."

"Why are you getting people to waste their time, then, you silly fucker!  If you only wanted men in their twenties, you should say.  Your ad clearly says 'experienced young guys', and me and my mate are experienced, and young!...."

There was a brief pause, as the person at the other end went on a bit, and Alex continued

"We're both in good shape.  Nobody has ever complained about the size of our cocks - except to say that it hurts, as they're so big!  We're always horny, and can cum again and again.  I'd have thought you wanted that in a porn film... If you have to re-do the scene, you want the guy still to be hard when he goes at the bird again...."

"Well, we're doing it because we want to broaden our experience - older women, and some of those big-titted girls you see in the films.  And I assume you do pay - the money wouldn't come amiss, either:  it would beat filling shelves at the supermarket every weekend!"

"Well, I don't know... I'll have to ask him.  I would, but he's a bit shy...."

He put the phone away from his mouth for a moment, and I saw him press the "Silenmt" button.  

"I think I'm winning", he told me.  "They said no first of all, but I think they're coming around.  But they say they're looking for two guys prepared to appear in the same film and do foursomes - you'll fuck one whilst I fuck another on the same bed, won't you?"

"NO, Alex.  Come on, mate... I couldn't fuck a bird with you watching."

"Don't be stupid - do you think I want to watch your arse as you pound away.  I'll be too busy porking my own woman, and anyway my head will be buried in  her tits...."

"No, Alex".

"Look, if you won't do it, they won't take me either.  Don't be such a wimp.  Are you scared of fucking, or something?  All those stories about how you've had most of the girls here are just that, stories, are they?"

"No, it's just that I don't want to be filmed.  Suppose someone saw the film?"

"Well, they might be tempted to offer themselves to us - a couple of good looking lads like us: it might open up all sorts of new opportunities for fun...."

Before I could say any more he was back on the phone.

"Yes, we'd like to do a foursome.  But I get to have my pick of the women first....!"

"No, we can't come today.  We're at school.....  Well, where did you think 16 year olds would be?"

"Well, if it's got to be in the day, it could be Thursday - we could bunk off football and be there in the afternoon.    OK..... Text me the address, and we'll see you then."

He snapped my phone shut.  

"There you are, Ray, mate - Alex has done it again!  Fantastic new opportunities for us to really have fun.  They're going to audition us on Thursday afternoon - you're going to have to get out of football, and we'll catch the tube up into the West End - their offices are in Soho, somewhere."

I really wasn't happy about any of this now it looked as if it might happen.  It's one thing to fantasise about having experienced women with "model" looks, and another to think that it might be about to happen. It's a lot of fun to fuck around with girls about the same age as you, but some of those women in the magazines are, frankly, a bit terrifying to a lad like me.  Still, I couldn't back down now, could I, and have Alex call me a wimp?

Lunch made me feel a bit sick on Thursday - the food at school is muck anyway, but as I sat there forking it down I just couldn't get my mind off what might be going to happen later that afternoon.  How were they going to "audition" us?  Was I going to have to fuck one of those women whilst they all watched?   

Instead of changing for football with all the other guys, Alex and I snuck out of the gates and made out way to the tube.  We had to wear blazers, white shirts and ties at school, and so in our football kit bags we'd packed clothes we thought would be more suitable for an "audition" - jeans, trainers, and Ts.  We went into the lavatories at the tube to change, and as usual they smelled vilely of piss.  All the doors on the cubicles were broken, so we had to make do as best we could - I suppose they're not designed to change in, only crap, when you need less room.  We kept the door open, therefore, and some old geezer tried to stand there and watch us - Alex told him to fuck off.  Some men are real perverts - trying to watch lads change;  I ask you!

Alex kept up a constant stream of chat on the tube.  Every time a reasonable looking woman got on he'd nudge me in the ribs, put his head close to me, and ask me if I thought she was going to the same place as us.  He kept whispering to me to tell me what he'd like to do to them - I knew it was only bragging really, as Alex was like me - we'd had lots of girls, but it was mostly a lot of kissing, a quick fumble at their tits, and then to try to get into them as quick as you could.  If you succeeded, there wasn't a whole lot of fucking - we were too excited and always came almost immediately.  

Alex eventually got us to the offices of the company, and we went up a couple of flights of stairs to a small cramped room with a dirty window looking out onto the building opposite across the narrow street.  There was a woman sitting there at a PC - and I don't think even Alex would fancy her (she looked a bit like my mom!).  Alex told here we were "here for an audition" and gave our names, and she told us to take a seat and typed something at the PC.

Given the size of this reception area, I didn't think that the company could be very big.  And if all the offices in this old building were like this, how were we going to "audition"?   I was extremely nervous, and I could feel my heart racing as we sat there.  But the wait wasn't very long, as the woman's phone rang, and she told us to "go through", pointing at a door on the wall opposite the one we had entered by.

It was just an ordinary office.  There was an old guy - well, I suppose he was in his fifties, and that's not old, really - sitting behind an ordinary looking desk, and in a hard chair facing him was another guy who might have been in his thirties.

"So, our potential new performers", the old guy said to us.  He didn't introduce himself or anything.  "You were so keen on the phone that my partner and I decided to see you.  But I have to tell you, in advance, that there's not much hope as we know that the buyers of our DVDs really like to see hung, muscular studs in their early twenties.  Still.... If you want to go ahead...."

"Yes, .....Sir", Alex replied absolutely instantly.  "We can't wait to get to fuck some of those gorgeous women you have in your stuff, can we Ray?"

I just mumbled something.  I really wasn't sure about all of this, as I've told you.

"Well then, let's get started.  Let's see what you've got to offer.  Just take your clothes off so we can get a look at your bodies."

I think even Alex was surprised by this.  I don't know exactly what he was expecting an "audition" to be, but he must have thought that he was going to have to take his clothes off at some point , surely.   

We both just stood there, half-looking around.  I don't know - were we looking for somewhere to hang our clothes, or were we expecting some lucious woman to pop out of a cupboard?

"Please, gentlemen, my partner and I have others to see this afternoon.  Don't waste our time - we need to look at your bodies to judge your suitability.", the guy behind the desk said.  His partner was nodding, and half smiling, to kind of agree with the older man.

Alex gave a little shrug, then picked up one foot to untie his trainer - you know how it is when there's nowhere to sit down - you kind of hop around on one leg whilst taking your trainer off the other.  I saw him doing this, and started to do the same thing.  He then pulled his T-shirt over his head, and fumbled at the buckle on his jeans. 

I kept up with him, and saw him slide his jeans to the floor and step out of them. I did the same, of course, but I felt very uncomfortable doing so.  It's one thing to take your clothes off in front of all your mates in the changing room at school, but it's very different when two much older men are looking at you, and looking at you critically, too. A blush started to sweep up over my shoulders to spread to my face, which felt burningly hot with embarrassment. 

We were both there in our boxers - the cotton ones, like shorts, rather than the elasticated ones like big underpants.  We are alike in some ways, and very different in others.  We both had good bodies as we were both keen on sport, but I had perhaps an inch in height on Alex.  I was more muscular, whereas he had a more generally slender build.  I had a lot of wiry black hair, with a small thatch on my chest even at this age, whereas Alex was dark blonde and had a smooth skin.  

We just stood there, and I felt really foolish.

"Turn around", we were told, and we rotated under their watchful eyes, to finish up again facing them.

The two men were kind of nodding at each other, and it looked as if they were approving what they'd seen.

"Nice - we'd forgotten how mature 16 year olds can look these days.  You both keep in pretty good shape, don't you?"

Alex jumped in again, as usual.  "Yes, sir, Ray and I play a lot of sport."

"Good.   Well, perhaps there is a possibility of us using you, so let's take a look at what really matters to our audience."

We both just stood there, wondering what he meant.

"Come on, lads, drop those boxers and let's see how you're hung.  We don't make stuff with guys with tiny pricks, or with those very long, thin 'asparagus' cocks, you know!   Guys watching want to see big thick cocks rammed home hard.   You're not embarrassed about your tackle, are you?  We said in our advert we only wanted well-hung guys.... You did read that, didn't you?" 

Alex didn't reply, but pushed his thumbs under his waistband and dropped his boxers.  He stepped forward, out of them.  Blushing even harder now, I did the same, although it took me a bit longer.  Christ, I wish we'd never started this.  

The old guy told Alex to come closer, and I watched his naked body take a couple of steps across the room.  I've seen him naked hundreds of times, of course, in the changing rooms, and I've seen the way he moves when he's walking to the showers.  But somehow, seeing him here in this office, with carpet on the floor, and no other guys around us - well, not guys our own age, guys in the team - was totally different.

Alex had his back to me, and I saw the old guy lean forward across his desk as if to inspect Alex more closely.  The young guy leaned forward, too, and did something - I couldn't quite see what.  Alex's body jerked slightly, and he made a noise - not so much as saying something, not a yelp, more a grunt of surprise.

It was all over in an instant, and I heard the old guy say

"Thank you, Alex.  Very nice!  Take a step back, and you come on over, Ray."

As he turned to come back towards me, I saw that Alex was blushing deeply now, too.  And he had an erection!  

Of course I'd seen his cock before, but always "at rest".  You just didn't have a hard-on in front of the other lads at our school, and there was always a lot of ribald joking in the showers if anyone even showed the slightest signs of starting one.  I obviously knew that Alex had erections - what 16 year old lad doesn't, all the time?  And we'd often joked about it together when we'd seen the front of each others jeans tenting up when we were watching a movie, or talking about a girl we wanted to shag.    But this was the first time I'd seen him sporting a real hard-on "in the flesh", and I watched as it bounced up and down in front of him as he came towards me.  Actually, it wasn't just the first time I'd seen Alex hard - it was the first real live hard-on, other than my own, that I'd ever seen.  I'd seen lots of pictures off the internet, and DVDs, with guys erect as they fucked, but I'd never seen a cock in front of me like this before.  Somehow it was shocking, but at the same time, exciting.

I heard "Come on, Ray, don't be shy!" And realised I'd just been standing there.  So I walked over towards the desk.  Time seemed to stop still.  I was very conscious of feeling the carpet under my feet.  I could see a fly crawling up the window.  It was almost as if this wasn't happening to me.

The old guy's eyes raked up and down my body.  I could just tell he was looking at my cock, and that he must e comparing me with a whole lot of other cocks he'd seen when he was making porn films.  My flushed face seemed to glow even brighter red, as my sense of embarrassment and unease mounted.

Then I noticed the younger guy staring at me.  Our eyes locked, and I found it impossible to look away from him.  He had a little smile on his face, and he reached towards me.... And then  I knew why Alex had given a little cry  and his body had jerked - the guy reached out and took my cock in his hand!  I've never had another guy touch me there before, let alone grip my cock as he was now doing - not even in the horseplay all guys indulge in in the showers.  His hand was hot against my flesh, as he held my cock in his palm and started to stroke his thumb up and down it.  

Well, I couldn't help it.  No one can.  If you're having your cock stroked, even if it's by another guy, you can't stop yourself from having an erection, can you?  I got that feeling you have as your cock reaches for the sky, and those sensations flooded into my brain.  The guy continued to look into my eyes - he wasn't looking at my cock at all: rather, he was examining it by touch, rather than sight.  When he teased my foreskin back and raked his thumb nail over my now-exposed moist piss slit, I gave another little cry... Was this embarrassment, was it shock, or was it in alarm?  Who knows!

I found myself being turned slightly back towards the old guy behind the desk - the younger man was doing this by moving me around using my cock as a handle.  Of, fucking hell - it wasn't meant to be like this!  What had that silly cunt Alex got us in to?  

Now the eyes of the older guy were riveted on my erect cock, and on my dark, moist cock head that had been exposed.  I saw him exchange a nod - a nod of approval, I suppose - with the younger guy, and I was told I should move back to Alex.  Now it was me walking across the carpet, with my cock bobbing up and down, and it felt so weird - you're not really used to this, after all - normally when you're erect you're lying down in bed getting ready for a wank, or if it's in the day your cock is safely inside your trousers, or your sports shorts, or whatever. In our house you just didn't walk around naked with a hard-on, and, as I've said, you didn't have erections in the school changing rooms either.   
 
I don't know what was worse - having Alex looking at my cock, or the thought of the two guys watching my bum as I walked - I was so conscious of my body, in a way that I'd never really been before.

Alex and I just stood there - I think we were both in shock.  I don't suppose that Alex had had a guy touch his cock, either.

The two men were talking to each other in quiet voices, then the older one, the one obviously in charge, said, much louder, so we could hear:  "Well, we weren't expecting to get two such mature looking lads when you called - it was only because you argued that we agreed to see you.  We get some lads who come here sometimes, in spite of what we say about looking for men in their twenties, who just wouldn't make good DVD material.  Although they're well hung, their bodies are not well enough developed - too thin and skinny, and with all those pimples on their bums some lads get after puberty.  Who'd want to watch little immature bodies trying to fuck some of our star ladies?"

"Anyway, we think you two are different - you're out from that very young lad phase and are almost proper men.  If you start now, you could have long careers ahead of you as your bodies continue to grow and thicken, and start to take on all the aspects of real men.  We like the look of you generally - very fresh, very athletic, and with that 'promise of things to come', and the contrast between the black and the blond is nice, too.  You are prepared to work together, in 4-ways, aren't you?"

Well, actually, I wasn't sure.  I was worried about having to perform with big women anyway, and in front of cameras.  And having Alex there too, fucking away.....  But before I could say anything Alex leapt in and said in that enthusiastic way he has when he's trying to get someone to do something  "Oh, sure.  Ray and I are really good mates.  We do a lot of stuff together. Absolutely no problem."  So there - my decision had been made for me.  Fucking typical of Alex!

"Right then, lads, just the final part of the audition then."    My heart stated to thump even harder - was I going to have to fuck someone now?

"We need to make sure you can shoot a good load - the viewers really like to see the cum pumping out of a man's cock.  So just wank, so we can see.  Be careful of our carpet, mind - catch it in your other hand, as the cleaners complain if they have to clean a lot of dried cum stains off."

Oh, fuck me - wank myself in front of these guys?  No, I couldn't do it.  Even Alex was taken aback.  He said "I though this was going to be an audition - you know, there'd be a woman here, and...."

"Do you think we're made of money?". The older guy cut across him.  "There's no need to pay one of our stars to come along and perform with the men.  My partner and I can judge whether the body is suitable, and providing the man can shoot a good load, that's all we need to know -  everyone can fuck, after all.  And if we ever did get a really good stud who couldn't, or didn't fancy it, it doesn't matter all that much, anyway  - a good director and good editing afterwards we can make it look as if he was an expert, and was really enjoying it!"

"No, sorry", Alex replied.  "I don't wank in front of other men."

"Look here, you stupid little cunt!  What do you think making porn films is all about?  Do you think it's just you and the other actor in some nice little bedroom somewhere?  Of course not - there are usually six or seven men in the crew, all there doing their jobs - camera, sound, lighting, the director....  And it's not just about fucking - the audience wants to see you erect first, and starting to toss yourself off, and then, and only then, do you get down to the real business.  And you have to cum outside your partner most of the time anyway, as the audience likes to see the belly, or the tits, or the face, covered in a big load of your spunk.  So if you can't, or won't, wank off in front of us, then you're not going to be any good as actors."

"So - is it that you won't...?   Don't you want the job?"

"No.  I mean yes. I mean.... "  Alex was blushing and trembling a bit, and stumbling over his words.  "It's not that I won't...."

"Ah, so you can't!  All those brave words on the phone about what a big fucker you were.  All that parading around of that big cock of yours, and it's just a fake.  What's the matter, son, haven't your balls dropped yet - oh no, it can't be that, I can see...  So your hormones just haven't turned on yet, and you can't shoot?  Never mind, come back when you've really grown up."

I knew Alex never liked anyone to criticise him, and this taunting really got him wild.  He didn't say anything, but just reached down and started to wank himself - and like me, and most other 16 year olds, I suppose, it didn't take him long - ten or so quick strokes along his shaft, and I saw his bum start to twitch and then he was moaning as his cum shot out.   That amazing smell of "man" came faintly to me - it's almost impossible to describe what cum smells like, isn't it - faintly of ammonia, but something else.  Still, you all know, don't you, so I don't need to tell you?  For me, though, it was special - I'd smelt my own hundreds of times of course, but this was the first time that I'd had a whiff of another guy's.  We used to joke about how disgusting it would be to have to smell your mate's cum, but actually I didn't mind Alex's at all - it didn't seem to be all that different from my own.

The two men had just watched him without saying a word. As Alex stood there with the last drops of cum hanging in a little dribble from his deflating cock, and his palm full of his cum, they nodded to each other.  Then the awful moment came, the moment I think I was dreading.

"Right.  Very good, Alex.  Now.... Ray, come on - or should that be cum on - let's see if you are as good as or better than your chum." 

So now I either had to do it, or walk out.  And I couldn't walk out and leave Alex - well, I could, I suppose, but then he'd tease me for ever more about chickening out.  I could feel a wave of hot red blood sweeping over me, but I reached down and felt the comforting warmth of my cock in my hand.  Like the faithful friend it was, it came to my rescue, and I was instantly hard.

I started to shuck my hand up and down the shaft, and got that exquisite feeling as my foreskin slid on and off my cock head - I don't know how circumcised guys get on without all that feeling:  it must be like it would be if I tried to wank in gloves!  I beat away, but I hate wanking standing up.  I never do it in the shower or anything at home - I always wait until I can lie on my bed, or sprawl in an armchair - actually, that's the best, as you can see a porn movie on the TV, or have a magazine open and be able to read it.   What I don't like is the way you get all the feeling of strain from the back of your thighs as you thrust your hip bone forwards - well, I do, anyway: I guess it's a natural  reflex, to strain forwards as you're starting to cum.  

Anyway, I could feel the tightening in my bum and all down my legs, but, having started, I'd almost forgotten everyone else was there.  That amazing feeling as you wank was flooding through me as my cock responded to my hand - I like really long, slow-ish strokes, that move my foreskin on and off the head and alonmg the shaft.  Then I got that tingling from my sac as my balls got ready to shoot, and the next moment it was mostly  over - the big spurt I always do first was fountaining out. Fortunately, just as I was about to shoot, the old guy shouted out "Catch it! Remember the carpet", and I just had time to get my right hand down to receive my load (I'm left handed - not many guys at my school are.  But then most of them aren't as bright and creative as I am). 

 Like Alex, I gave a cry - well, more of a loud grunt, as I shot my load.  And now all I could do was stand there as the "after shocks" came out to join the big pool of creamy white cum already in my hand.  Alex had been able to carry on wanking himself after he shot his first load, so that the remainder of his stuff came out quite quickly.  I just don't know how he can do that - my cock is so amazingly sensitive that I just have to stop touching it as soon as I start to shoot.  It's not painful, exactly, if I keep on wanking.  Not painful like if you hit your finger with a hammer.  But it's so acutely uncomfortable - great waves of sensation go all through me, and my legs want to curl up.  I've given up even trying it at home, as I can't stop myself shouting out, and I don't want mom and dad to hear.  Actually, I'm not sure it is "pain" at all - I do do it sometimes, when I'm sure I'm alone, and making myself carry on doing something that's causing me so much exquisite sensation takes me somewhere else.  But I couldn't do that here, in front of these others, so I jus stood there as my cock gave a number of short "after bursts", adding their contribution to the pool in my hand.

"Very good, Ray", I heard the older guy say.

"Right.  You've both passed, with flying colours.  We'll let you take part in our next production.  In fact, I think we'll have a special production, something very different, to introduce two young studs like you to the public....   OK, then, get dressed, and let us get on with our work". 

Alex and  I just stood there.  I think we both realised, at the same time, that we couldn't do as he said as we'd both got a handful of our cum.

It was Alex, of course, who took the lead.  "Have you got a paper hanky, or anything....?"

"This is an office, boy, not a shop!"

"Well... Well it's just that I've got all this...."  Alex half held out his hand.

"So?"

"Well, I can't get dressed holding this, can I?  I don't want it to go all over my clothes."

"So lick it up then!"

"No way!  That's gross!"

The man leaned forward.  "I don't know what you young lads do.  You haven't been brought up right.  Life's too easy for you", he said.  "When I was your age there weren't any paper hankies.  And all the lavatory paper was hard and shiny, not like that soft absorbent stuff we get these days.  So if you wanted to catch your spunk, you had to use your handkerchief.  And my mom would have killed me if I'd put hankies that were stiff with dried spunk into the family wash.  So I always licked my hand clean, and so did all my mates."

"Anyway, perhaps this is a good lesson for you.  We can't have actors on our sets who are at all shy or hesitant about body fluids - we may want you to do a scene where you slowly and sensuously lick your cum off an actor's belly, or tits, or face.  So it will be good practice for you to start learning how to swallow it down.  Let me see you lick that hand clean."

He then looked at me, and went on "I suppose you're the same?".   Actually, I wasn't.  The first few times I'd ever cum in my life I'd hated the smell of it - I'd sniffed at the paper hanky I'd used to mop myself up, and had almost been sick.  But then, as you do, I'd experimented - one day I'd just touched the tip of my tongue into a little blob of cum in my hand, and then, when, in spite of my expectations, I hadn't vomited, because it didn't taste of anything much, I'd licked at it.  Then, as I got bolder and realised that it's one of those things where the smell isn't really like the taste, I'd licked all around my hand and taken it all up.  These days I could always lick my hands clean of a whole load, but I usually didn't bother - it's so much easier just to catch your load in a paper hanky, or a bit of lavatory paper.  It's not the taste, it's more the texture I don't like - the way the stiff sliminess of it makes it coat the inside of your mouth, so you have to keep making spit and moving it around your mouth to get yourself clean.

I didn't bother to say anything, and I just brought my hand up to my mouth, put out my big tongue, and slurped it down.  The two men watched me closely, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Alex watching, too.  He looked pretty amazed at what I was doing.  It's good to know that there are some things he doesn't know about me, and some things I can do that he wouldn't - usually, it's always him who's in the lead, or who thinks he knows everything.  Mind you, I suppose he's going to start calling me "cum guzzler", if he wants to show me up in front of our mates! 

Alex being Alex, of course, he wasn't going to do nothing when I'd shown the way - he put his hand to his mouth, and took a big lick.  I could tell by the way his whole body was tensed, and the way that his neck was rigid and controlled, that he was expecting to gag on it.  But when he didn't, he put on a great show of bravado by licking his fingers noisily.  I can't believe Alex had never even tried his cum before - I thought all lads did!  It just shows, even when it's your best friend, you never really know them.

We stood there, pulling our clothes on, and hopping around as we tried to tie the laces on our trainers.

"Right, lads.  We're filming on Saturday.  Do you want a part?"

"Yes", Alex said, finally and definitely.  I'd got plans for Saturday - I like to watch the match on TV.  But, as usual, I wasn't consulted.

"Here' s the address, then", the older man said, handing a card to Alex. "We film out in a bigger place than this, in West London.  Lots of film people live out there anyway, as it's near the BBC Centre - we use a lot of their cameramen 'moonlighting' from doing boring things like the news!  It's not far from the tube - allow yourself about 10 minutes to walk."

"What about money?  How much are we going to get paid?".  Good old Alex!

"A hundred quid."

"A hundred quid each?"

The older man looked at his companion.  "I don't know!  Here they are, young studs, needing a start to their careers.  We're offering to give them a whole day's pleasure, screwing away, and to teach them a lot of things I bet they don't know, and this one's trying to double the fee.  No, it's a hundred quid between the pair of you - we are hiring the pair, and there's no use just one of you coming.  We need the contrast between your bodies, to make interesting scenes."

"Well, I'm not sure...".  Oh good, perhaps Alex was going to insist on more, and they'd throw us out.  I'm not sure I really wanted to do this anyway, but I couldn't let Alex down as he'd tease me for ever more.  Knowing Alex, he'd probably tell all our mates that I'd turned down a change to spend the whole day fucking really great women, and start to call me a queer, or a fag...

"Listen, boy, you're really lucky we're giving you this chance.  There are a lot of lads out there who'd be prepared to PAY for what we're offering you - an entry to the business, a day of fantastic screwing..."

Alex went to say something else, but then the younger guy spoke - he'd been silent before.  "Oh, come on, let's be generous.  The budget can easily stand it.  Don't you remember what it was like at their age -   you always need extra money as girls don't pay their way, even in this age of equality.  I bet these lads are thinking of going to the cinema with their girlfriends, or buying them a pizza.... All that sot of stuff, prior to getting in their knickers."

"Oh, all right, then!  A hundred quid apiece.", the older guy said, smiling.  "Now you lads, scoot off and let us get on with our work.  And be there at ten on Saturday - if you're late, I'll dock your pay and you will only get a hundred between you."

He stood up, and indicated we should leave.

"Don't we have a contract, or anything?".  Alex again!

"No.  We're all friends here.  You just turn up at ten, you spend all day making the film, we pay you, cash in hand, and you go home.  That's it."

"But what about paying us when the DVDs sell?"

"Look, boy, that comes later!  If the public take to you, and if we get a lot of comments about you on our website when they're asking when your next release is, we'll talk proper terms - the sort of terms we might offer professionals. But you're just amateurs, and untrained amateurs at that.  We're taking all the risks, we're making all the investment - we're paying you a couple of hundred out of the goodness of our hearts.  As I said earlier, a lot of amateurs would do this for free!  Now, get out of here, before I change my mind."

Alex gave a sort of nod of agreement.  They shook our hands as we left,  saying "See you Saturday".  I blushed again as the younger guy's strong hand clasped mine - I was acutely conscious that it was still a bit sticky from where I hadn't been able to completely lick my cum off it properly.  Still, he didn't seem to mind.


End Of Part 1



       

