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   PORN STARS

   By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

   Read all of Pete's stories at
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   Part 9

   Well, what do you expect me to tell you about that first Saturday
afternoon?  What do you expect three virile masculine blokes to do in bed,
with a few beers inside them and when they're all comfortable with each
other?

   We kissed, fondled each other a lot, and were just enjoying each others'
bodies generally, when Steve asked Joe and me which of us we thought he
should fuck!

   "You choose", he said.  "I don't care - you're both special, but in
different ways.  So talk quietly amongst yourselves, and tell me which of
you is making his arse available for me - but don't take too long!"

   Joe and I turned to face each other, and came close.  I could feel his
hot breath on my face.  "Go on, Ray...  You're the guest.  I can take Steve
any night I want."

   Although Joe said this cheerfully, I guessed that he was disappointed -
I sensed that he looked forward to these Saturday afternoons with Steve.

   "No, Joe - he's your mate!  And I've fucked today...  Let me watch you
and Steve."

   Joe went to say something else, but Steve cut in "All right - as usual,
you guys need a top to decide for you.  I'm going to fuck you both!  But
first, wank each other - we'll need a lot of lube."

   Joe just shrugged at me - he liked Steve to make decisions.  We lay,
facing each other, and slowly and languorously wanked each other.  It was
one of the best things I'd ever done, feeling Joe wank me as I wanked him,
with Steve lying behind me and nestling his erect cock in my arse crack. 
We shot almost simultaneously and I felt Joe's hot cum spray on my belly,
at the same time as mine hit him.

   "Now - both of you - on your knees, arses in the air, heads down...."

   We did as we were told, bodies so close that we were touching from
shoulder to hip to thigh.

   "No - before that, lube and stretch each other."

   Joe did me first, slowly sliding his fingers covered in cum in and out
of me, then moving them around so that I sighed with pleasure.  I had to
scrape the remaining cum off both of us to have enough to do the same to
him, and I loved the feeling as I pushed first one, then two then three and
finally four of my fingers through his sphincter and gently stretched and
relaxed him.

   "OK, you two - fun time's over.  Now for the fucking....  Arses up,
heads down...."

   I couldn't imagine what was going to happen, but then realised that
Steve was going to take us each in turn, giving us each four or five
strokes before pulling out completely then giving the other four or five.
With this constant interruption to his rhythm, Steve was able to prolong
the process for what seemed like ages and ages - I felt his big, hot cock,
slimy with cum and arse juices, sliding into me over and over, then
leaving, then coming back...  Joe and I were alternately groaning with the
sheer pleasure of it all, knowing that Steve was enjoying taking both of us
in this way.

   I was happy for Joe that Steve ultimately decided to cum in him - I
really didn't want to hurt Joe by seeming to be more desirable than him for
Steve.  Afterwards, Steve lay between us, and pulled us both close to him.
I'd never felt so happy, so secure, so comfortable in my entire life.  I
could feel his heart racing, though, and he was still breathing hard and
was covered in sweat - even an athlete like him could get exhausted by
fucking two studs at once.

   We drifted in and out of sleep for the rest of the afternoon, and I just
couldn't believe how marvellous it was to have these two bodies wrapped
around me, over me, in me, next to me....  The scent of them, the smell of
cum, the sheer masculine "maleness" of it all was almost totally
overpowering.  I knew then that I only ever wanted to be with other tough,
masculine blokes.

   We all got up in late afternoon, and had a shower - again, being close
to these men and having us each explore the bodies of the other two as we
soaped and stroked, was fabulous.  But then Steve told me I had to go home.

   "But what are you guys doing tonight?"

   "We're at one of those private shows for a group of men.  And, as I told
you last week, they can get a bit rough and out of control - both Joe and I
can stop anyone doing anything to us that we don't like, but you're just
not mature enough to do that.  If you came along, they'd be all over you -
a young piece of fresh meat like you doesn't happen all that often.  And
you're just not old enough to be able to cope with it."

   "Yes I could.  I'm tougher than you think."

   "Ray, there are guys out there who are tougher than YOU think!  So buzz
off home, go and screw one of those girl friends of yours, or your mate
Alex.  Joe and I have to go where the men play."

   "Look, I can...."

   Steve's mood had changed frighteningly quickly.  We'd all been laughing
and joking, and now I was sprawling on the floor, and the side of my head
was stinging from the backhand blow Steve had lashed out at me.

   "You don't get it, do you, Ray.  When I tell you to do something, you do
it.  I won't have all this argument all the time.  Now, piss off home."

   I picked myself up off the floor.  I felt like crying - not just from
the pain of the blow, but because my mood had been shattered so completely
. I'd had such a good time with them that afternoon that I wanted it to go
on for ever.  Joe was kind of hovering around, perhaps going to say
something, but actually keeping quiet.

   I felt so miserable, and started towards the door.  My body language
must have shown how I was feeling ,because I heard Joe say quietly to Steve
"Couldn't we let him stay...  "

   "You can shut the fuck up, too!", Steve snapped.

   "Look, I'll take care of him...."

   "No doubt you would!  Once you've had that cock of yours up a piece of
fresh meat there's no holding you back.  No - he's got to go home.  We're
WORKING tonight, remember?  All those guys have paid a lot of money to see
you and me, and Tony and Alan, fuck and get fucked.  We don't have time to
look after a lad - you know what it's like when the action really starts."

   "But Steve...."

   "Don't you question me, Joe.  I've had enough with this lad thinking he
can do what he likes.  I'm in charge here, remember.  Now shut up!"

   I hated to hear poor Joe getting picked on by Steve like this, so I made
my way towards the front door.  Joe followed me and opened it.  As I went
out into the corridor he held me for a moment, and said in a low voice, so
that Steve couldn't hear "Don't worry about Steve and me - I can handle
him. He likes to think he's in control, but I let him do it most of the
time.  And, actually, he's probably right about tonight - I couldn't
protect you, could I, if I was being spit roasted by a couple of the
guys..."

   "Spit roasted?"

   "Another time!  Now, just go home.  There's always next week, you know.
Drop by one evening - we're usually home."

   He kissed me lightly on the lips, and sort of shooed me out into the
corridor, and the door closed behind me.

   It was one of the worst Saturday nights I'd had for a long time.  I'd
made no plans, as I'd hoped to be with Joe and Steve, and all my mates were
at some party or other.  I tried texting them, but no one replied.  So I
had to sit at home in front of the box, watching mom and dad's inane choice
of "entertainment" programmes, that's all they put on on a Saturday.

   Sunday was a bit better, as we always had a "scratch" football match in
the mornings, and I let off a lot of steam by really playing aggressively -
a lot of my mates complained that my tackling was too hard, but who cares
what wimps think?  You do what you have to, to win, don't you.

   School on Monday and Tuesday was its usual boring waste of time, and
Alex was now totally ignoring me.  There had started to be whispers about
me, too - some of the girls who had seen me in the Pizza place with Steve
and Joe told the others, and I heard "fag" being mentioned.  Still, I
didn't much care.

   Mom and dad were going out on Wednesday night, and I'd usually have
taken the chance to shag a girl in front of the TV.  But this Wednesday I
decided to go around to Steve and Joe's instead, and try to spend some time
with them.  I decided not to trail home from school, then retrace a lot of
steps back to their place, so went directly there, still in my school
"uniform" - well, the bits I bothered with: white shirt, grey trousers,
black shoes, and the school tie, hanging loose and pulled down.  I was
going to sit outside their block until one of them came home, but, on the
off-chance, rang their bell as soon as I arrived.

   Steve opened the door, and looked at me.  He was wearing just the tiny
satin short he wore for exercise - his torso was bare, and the shorts just
emphasised his muscular belly and his huge bulge.  I stared, fascinated, at
the little "treasure trail" of hair from his navel that disappeared down
under the waistband....  I really wanted to follow it with my hand, and
reach his cock and balls.

   "Yes?"

   "Is Joe in?"

   "No."

   "Will he be back soon?"

   "He finishes on the site at six.  He'll be back at six fifteen."

   Steve was still looking at me.  He went to close the door.

   "Will you tell him I came round?"

   "Yes."

   The door was closing further.

   "Look, Steve....  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you on Saturday. 
Can I come in and wait for Joe?"

   There was a long silence.  I just stood there, hoping he'd let me in. 
He said nothing.  I said nothing.  We were waiting each other out.

   I backed down.  I turned, and started to go down the corridor.  "Please
just tell Joe I called, and I'll be back", I said, half over my shoulder.

   "Oh, that's stupid, I guess.  You might as well come in and wait.  It's
only for an hour or so, I suppose, and I can put up with you for that
long."

   I began to see what Joe had been going on about.  Steve had to be in
charge.  Once I backed down, he was able to let me in, but when I'd asked,
he couldn't agree.

   I followed him into the living room, watching all the muscles in his
body move so fluidly as he padded along.  If anything, the tiny shorts made
him even more desirable - I'd seen him naked, but with the shorts on he was
somehow...  well....  erotic.

   I followed him into the kitchen area, and he took two beers out of the
fridge and handed one to me.  He didn't ask if I wanted one, I noticed - he
just gave it to me.  We went back into the living room, and neither of us
had spoken.

   "Did you have a client today?", I asked.  I hated silence.

   "Sure.  Just got back.  Was about to shower when you disturbed me."

   Steve dropped his shorts as he said this and stood there in front of me.
He was half erect.

   He stood there looking at me, and reached down and gently played with
his cock, making himself fully erect.  I knew what he wanted me to do: I
dropped to my knees in front of him, and took his cock in my mouth, and
started to suck at it.

   A stinging slap to the side of my face caused me to stop abruptly. 
"Watch your teeth, boy!", Steve snapped.  If your teeth touch me again,
I'll hit you harder.

   I'd not really sucked cock before, so I didn't know how sensitive some
guys were to the touch of teeth.  I know now, of course, that some guys
like to feel the sharp edge of your teeth on your flange, but evidently
Steve didn't.

   I was much more careful, but Steve's cock was so thick and long that I
had difficulty in getting more than half of it in my mouth.  Steve had
other ideas, though - he reached down and pulled my head onto his cock.  I
started to splutter and gag, but he didn't stop - I couldn't move away
because he was pushing me so tightly.

   I was in real difficulties - I could hardly breathe.  And my gagging
reflex was starting to make me panic.  I reached up and grabbed his
muscular arse with my hands; I was almost clawing at it and his big strong
thighs, in an effort to somehow get his attention.  I can still feel the
way the palms of my hands felt against the wiry hairs on those legs of his.

   Steve let go, and I pulled away, and knelt there choking and
spluttering.

   "You've got to learn to control that", he told me, unhelpfully.  "I like
my cock all the way down the throat, so my cock head pushes into you there.
Don't come and try to suck me off, boy, unless you can take it all."

   He turned and strode off into the shower, and I got up and followed him.


   I stripped off my clothes, too, and went and joined him, and again knelt
in front of him.  I felt the warm water cascading all over me.

   "Please, Steve, I'm sorry....  I though you'd like me to suck you off.
Teach me how to take it right down."

   I took his cock between my lips again, and did all I could to force
myself to slide it in as far as the root.  Again, he pulled me roughly to
him, then started to pump his hips backwards and forwards- he was fucking
my mouth.  I was gagging and spluttering again, but I was determined to
hold out.  I reached for his bum again, and slid my fingers down his crack
and tried to probe his arse hole.

   Another stinging slap to my face, and he pulled out of me.

   "Don't go for my arse, boy, unless I've given you permission!"

   I went to take his cock again, but he looked down and said "No, enough
teaching for now - I want to save myself for later, as Joe and I have a few
friends coming over.  But there is one thing you can start to learn...."

   He came close to me, and I again reached out my lips to take his cock.
Suddenly, there was this incredibly sharp, sour, taste in my mouth. 
Fucking hell - he was pissing in me!

   I jerked back in horror, but he carried on pissing, sending a big stream
of his warm yellow piss all over my hair and my face.  The flow dried up,
and Steve looked angry as he looked down at me.

   "Do you know how difficult it is to stop pissing in mid stream?  Don't
ever pull out on me when I'm giving you my piss again.  Now, get back on my
cock, boy!"

   He looked so menacing, and I had already had two stinging slaps from
him. I leaned forward, and took the head of his cock between my lips again.

   "Good boy!  Now, I'm going to start pissing again, and I want you to
take every drop down.  A boy should like a man's piss, and you should be
grateful I'm letting you do this."

   The warm liquid was filling my mouth again, and the taste and the stench
almost overwhelmed me.  It was all I could do to keep swallowing as Steve
continued to pour his liquid into my mouth.  Eventually it stopped, though,
and I remained kneeling there, looking up at him.

   "Good boy!".  Steve reached down and helped me to my feet, then pulled
me close to him and kissed me long and deep.  I felt his tongue probing all
the recesses of my mouth - he evidently didn't mind the taste of his piss
that was still everywhere there.

   We helped each other to towel dry, then Steve pulled on another set of
the tiny shorts - I decided that this was his preferred mode of dress at
home, just as Joe liked wearing just the singlet.  I went to put my school
shirt and trousers on again, but Steve threw me a pair of his shorts,
saying "I don't like lads dressed like schoolboys, even if you are one! 
Here, wear these - they'll be a bit big for you, but it's better than the
other."

   Well, I didn't think they were too big!  They were minute on Steve, but
just very small on me!  The inner cotton pouch held my tackle so snugly,
and I loved the feel of the shiny satin sides as they slid on my thighs as
I moved, though.

   We went and sat on the sofa, but unlike Joe, Steve didn't pull me to him
to cuddle and snog.

   "You did well then, Ray.  Not too many boys take piss so well the first
time.  And we'll work on that gagging of yours."

   "Thanks....  But do I have to take piss all the time?  Do all guys do
that?"

   "No, but I like to give it sometimes, so if you're going to come around
here, you're going to have to learn to like taking it.  Not all blokes do -
but I think a guy has got to take any fluid his partner wants to give -
cum, piss, spit....  You know, some blokes even object if you gob into
their mouths.  You wouldn't do that, would you, Ray?"

   I thought about that one.  It sounded repulsive - a big gob of slimy
spit dropped into my mouth.  But the more I thought about it, the more I
realised it was no worse than kissing.  And if Steve wanted to do it, I had
to take it.

   "No, Steve.  I'd take it."

   "Come here then....".  He grabbed my jaw in one strong hand, and held my
head under his.  I saw him working his mouth to get a good load of spit,
and sort of "snorting" to get some of the stuff from the back of his
throat. He pushed with his fingers so that my jaws opened, then watched me
intently as he formed a huge balloon of slimy spit and let it casually drop
into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

   I wanted to gag and choke, but Steve's fingers were now massaging my
Adam's apple gently.  Reflexes took over, and I swallowed.  Steve muttered
"Good boy", and bent over and kissed me deeply.

   We just sat there, then, and Steve flicked the TV on and idly skipped
channels.  He never seemed to care if I was interested in the programmes or
not - as soon as he tired of something, he just skipped on, and never asked
my opinion at all.  He looked bored, then saw my school bag lying there
where I'd dropped it.

   He never asked if he could, or anything, but opened it and started
rummaging around inside it.  I had some of my damp soccer kit, and a few
books from which I was supposed to be doing homework - but I never
bothered.

   Steve got my books out, and started to leaf through them.  He was skip
reading them, and I could see him beginning to look crosser and crosser.

   "These are a disgrace", he told me.  "Is this just rough work, or is
this really what you turn out?"

   "Oh, it doesn't matter.  I'm leaving school in a couple of weeks."

   "You're what?"

   "Leaving.  Out of it.  You can leave at the end of the term of your
sixteenth birthday."

   "And then what?"

   "Get a job, I suppose."

   "You fucking little idiot!  What sort of job do you think you're going
to get if you leave school at sixteen?  You don't strike me as being stupid
- just stubborn and headstrong.  Why aren't you staying on and going to
university?"

   "Don't be so fucking stupid!  Waste all that time?  I'll get a job, like
you and Joe.  You don't need to go to university to do that."

   I thought he was going to hit me again, but instead he controlled his
obvious frustration and looked deadly serious and spoke with a great sense
of feeling.  "Is that what you think of Joe - 'just a labourer'?  Do you
know how Joe and I met?"

   I shook my head, and he went on

   "Well, we were both working in the same office.  Both on our first jobs,
after getting our degrees.  We were working for a real blue chip, and we
were part of the graduate hire - if we'd kept our noses clean, kept our
heads down and worked like shit, we'd have been running the place by now.
But we got talking one night, and found we liked each other, and decided we
wanted to spend more time keeping ourselves in shape - you can't do it and
work at a stressful job.  So we decided to quit.  I keep in shape by
working out constantly, and my clients pay for it.  Joe keeps in shape by
real hard manual work."

   "But, here's the difference: we're doing these jobs because we WANT to
do them, not because we have to!  If you go off and start labouring, that's
what you'll do all your life, with no chance to change.  You have to get an
education, then you have a choice.  If that choice is to labour, as Joe
does, fine.  But at least it's your decision.  If Joe got fed up with
working outside in all weathers, he could easily get a job back in an
office, or whatever."

   At that moment, the apartment door opened, and Joe came in.  The
familiar white singlet was dirty and stained, he had loose-cut "work"
shorts on, and mud-stained boots.

   Steve at one got up and went and kissed him.

   "This stupid fucker is going to quit school and get a job like yours,
Joe", Steve told him.

   "No he won't.  We only take men over 21 on the major sites - all the new
health and safety stuff.  So he'd better fill shelves at Tesco, or
whatever, for the next few years."

   Joe came over, and in spite of his dirty clothes sat close to me on the
sofa.  Putting his arm around me, he leaned close.  I could smell the stale
sweat and general "work" odour coming off him.

   "You're not leaving school, Ray.  Steve and I were talking about you
last night, and we both like you.  If it's a money problem, we'll help out
- and we can easily get you a few more parts in porno films."

   "No, Joe - it's....  Well....  All my mates are leaving.  Only the nerds
stay on.  Alex is quitting, and he'll say..."

   "Alex isn't like you, Ray.  He's just an opinionated little cunt who
thinks he's in control but isn't able to follow through.  SO who cares what
he thinks, or what he says?"

   I was going to argue more with him, but Steve, who had been carrying on
flipping through my books, asked "Why are you here, anyway?  Don't you have
any home work tonight?"

   "Yes - but I told you that I don't bother, as I'm leaving..."

   "Well you are now!  It says here you have to do an essay....  Now, get
your ass over to that table and get on with it, whilst Joe showers, and we
start dinner!  I'll give you an hour - and it had better be a good effort,
or else."

   There was no arguing with Steve, was there, so I went over to the table
and kind of played at doing the essay - I wrote any sort of drivel - all I
wanted to do was fill the pages, and satisfy Steve that I'd done something.
My mind was distracted, anyway - I could hear Joe showering, and wanted to
be in there with him, feeling his body against mine.  And then there was
the low rumble of conversation from Joe and Steve as they prepared dinner -
they talked almost constantly, and I'd have loved to hear what they were
saying.

   All to soon, "Time's up!".  Steve stood over me, and picked up my book.
It had not occurred to me that he'd bother to read it, but he stood there,
and he seemed to get crosser and crosser as he read on.  He called Joe
over, and Joe, too, started to look angry as he read the pathetic stuff I'd
banged out.

   It was Steve who spoke first.  "So, this is it, is it, Ray?  In spite of
what I told you about working hard and properly, you turned out this
drivel. Do you think you could fool me, even for a moment?"

   Turning to Joe, he said "Do we really have to teach him?  ".

   Joe nodded.

   "Al right, Ray.  As they say, this is going to hurt us more than it
hurts you - although it will hurt you!  We don't like being made fools of.
And we don't like to see decent young guys throwing their lives away.  So
we're going to punish you now, punish you for being so fucking stupid!  And
from now on, we're going to monitor your work, and every time it's not up
to scratch, we're going to punish you again.  But we won't have to do it
very often, I'm certain, as you'll remember this first time...." He paused,
and said "Joe....  Hold him."

   Joe grabbed me in the same way as he had held Alex before - he hauled my
arms up over his shoulders, and bent over so that I was left with my feet
off the ground, straddling his waist.  Steve roughly stripped off the
shorts he had loaned me, and my cock gave a jerk as it felt itself being
pressed into the warmth of Joe's back.  Steve picked up one of his
discarded trainers, pulled his arm back, and my world exploded into pain -
a tall, fit, strong guy like Steve can hit VERY hard, and the sole of the
trainer making contact with my naked bum was agony.

   I have to confess that I screamed, it was that bad.  It was like when
you've been scalded - the ache went on and on.

   Steve looked at me, picked up the shorts, and came and stuffed them in
my mouth.  "Can't have the neighbours wondering what's going on, can we?"
He said almost conversationally.

   I thought I was going to pass out as he rained five more of the blows
with his trainer down onto my bum, and then Joe let go of my arms.  Steve
caught me around the waist, and helped me to stand - I don't think I would
have been capable of it otherwise.

   "You bastard...", I sobbed.  I could barely get the words out, I was
hurting so much and they came in gasps between the huge breaths I was
taking to try to get my body under control.  "You fucking bastard... 
You....."

   "Shut it!" Steve snapped, "Unless you'd like a few more."

   "Now listen, and understand.  That was for your own good.  You need to
have a proper attitude to your school work, and that piece of crap you did
earlier on was not good enough.  From now on, Joe and I are going o monitor
what you do, and every time you do some shit like that - EVERY TIME -
REMEMBER - we'll punish you.  Naughty boys get spanked by their elders, and
as you're quite an old boy, those spankings have to be very hard indeed to
make an impression."

   I looked at Joe, and said "You helped him...."

   "Yes, Ray.  Steve's right about this.  You've got to stay on at school,
and you've got to improve your work dramatically.  As you haven't been
sensible enough to realise that, and as you ignored what we said, you've
got to be taught - and some times the only way of teaching a man what's
right is to beat it in to him.  We don't want to hurt you - we only do that
normally when we're playing, when the other guy wants to be hurt - but if
this is the only way to stop you ruining the rest of your life, then we
will.  And if Steve isn't here, I'll bet the shit out of you anyway - and
I'm even stronger than he is."

   Saying this, Joe picked me up - it felt so strange at my age to be
carried, but Joe was so strong it didn't seem to be a problem to him - and
carried me into the bedroom and lay me face down on the bed.  I then felt
something icy cold on my bum, and Joe was massaging it in.

   "This will take away the worst of the immediate pain - you'll be very
tender for a couple of days, and sitting down won't be pleasant.  But hang
in there, mate." Having Joe taking care of me like this, and massaging my
bum, was almost worth what had gone before.

   Well, it did take away most of the immediate stinging pain, and half an
hour later I joined them in their evening meal - although I leaned against
the kitchen counter to eat mine.

   "Be back here on Saturday morning", Steve said as he ushered me out of
the door as soon as we'd finished eating.  "Bring all your school books
with you, as we will want to see what work you did on Friday, and be
prepared for a beating if it's not of excellent quality.  And tell your mom
and dad that you won't be home Saturday night - we're making another movie
Saturday afternoon, and this time you can stay on and join in the staff
party afterwards."

   End Of Part 9