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Subject: James the Porn Star, Part five The normal disclaimers for this story apply. This story is 100% fiction. None of the characters has every existed, and any resemblance to someone you might know is completely coincidental. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and is not intended to encourage any illegal activity. I invite constructive criticism via email. Don’t bother writing to abuse me; find something useful to do with your life instead. Please consider making a donation to Nifty, so they can continue providing this valuable resource. Thanks to all those who have contacted me with suggestions and encouragement. I really do appreciate it. Even the shortest and simplest Nifty story has taken its author time and commitment to write, so if it presses your buttons, consider letting the author know. James the Porn Star Part Five The fun with Josh and his young friends from the neighbourhood had certainly exceeded James’ expectations. His initial annoyance at Lockie’s absence had soon been replaced with excited boy-lust: the beautiful young brown-skinned brothers, Ari and Lucas, had proven to be a more-than-satisfactory substitute. After pleasuring the twelve year-old Ari, and watching him squirt his watery tween jizz, James had inserted his pedo cock into the much younger Lucas, and deposited a huge load of man-cum right up the boy, after giving his tight little bum-hole a deep, gentle fucking. The day had been filled with boy-sex, and not only boy sex, but boy affection. Ari had proven to be a devoted lover, who had returned James’ sensitive attentions in kind, worshipping the man’s nipples and hairy scrotum, before giving him a blow-job. James had taught the twelve year-old to work his foreksin, nibbling and sucking on it, putting his tongue down inside, rolling the hood up and down over the head; and then how to make love to the knob that waited beneath, mcausing the to man moan and point his toes. James had told him just how good a cocksucker he was, a sexy twelve year old cocksucker, who gives lovely head. He had warned the lad that he was going to cum, but the boy had continued giving head, looking up into James’ eyes as the man grunted softly and began spurting his load into the boy’s warm, wet mouth. James had held Ari’s face in his hands as the boy gratefully accepted the manly offering. “Good boy!”, he moaned, listening to the noises from Ari’s throat as he tried to swallow, suck and breathe simultaneously, “Drink it all down, swallow the nut!”. Lucas had also sucked James, and what he lacked in technique he made up for with enthusiasm. Despite having cum twice already, James had managed to paint his angelic face with four solid ropes of jizz, and then fed it to the boy with his fingers, pushing it across his face and into the mouth that was open and waiting like a hungry chick in the nest. That had been extra-hot, feeding the and watching him devour it, sucking any remaining trace from the man’s fingers. “Good boy, Lucas”, James told him, “You gobble it all up, little cum-eater. Do you like the taste of my cum?” The boy had nodded and smiled, replying, “It’s yummy! I could eat your cum all day!” James was very pleased, feeding more of his semen to the little boy, telling him, “I made it just for you, Lucas, because you did such a good job of sucking the head of my pedo cock. What a clever little boy you are!” The pup was thrilled that the nice feelings from his mouth had made James squirt the white stuff. James ensured that Lucas did not miss-out on his share of orgasms either. Positioning him between his older brother’s legs, with the twelve year-old reclined against the bed-head, James licked his tight ball-sack and sucked his two-inch uncut doodle, as the bigger boy caressed his skinny body and played with his nipples. Lucas had an orgasm in James’ mouth; there had been no semen, of course, or fluid emanations of any kind, because the boy was much too young; but the pin-dick had twitched and flexed as the lad bucked and squirmed in his big brother’s arms. There was one more prize James wanted, though. He looked over at Josh, who was now busy sucking Ari’s uncut doodle. “Hey Josh, can I fuck you up the arse?”, James asked the teen. He removed his mouth from around the turgid four-incher, a big smile appeared on his face, and he replied, “I thought ya’d never ask!” That was easy, James thought to himself. He positioned Josh face-down on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge, and a pillow under his pelvis so the boy’s arse was elevated like a dog in heat. Josh may have had a little roll of puppy-fat around his tummy, but his bottom was skinny and flat, the elevated position of his pelvis rendering his hairless hole widely exposed. James got on his knees, leaned forward, and rimmed the boy for quite a long time, perhaps fifteen minutes, munching his bung, licking up and down the shallow crack, down across his taint and scrotum, licking to the end of his dick and nibbling the long foreskin overhang, before kissing and licking back up to the boy’s glistening starfish. James slid two fingers up through the smooth pucker, and as he stretched the teen-hole open he got up on the bed to lay next to the boy, kissed him, and said, “You’ve got a tight arse, and I’m gunna plow it good. I’m gonna fuck you the same way you’ve fucked all those little boys”. Josh had wiggled his hole back on James’ probing fingers, and squeezed them tightly with his ring. “Give it to me, cunt, do ya fukken worst”, the boy said defiantly, “I want ya fukken cock right up me!” The teen thought James’ dick looked manageable; six and şişli escort a half inches was nowhere near huge, and whilst the shaft was quite chunky, it wasn’t massively thick. On this occasion, though, Josh’s teenage over-confidence had betrayed him badly, and he had no idea what he was letting himself in for. James was kind and tender with little boys, that much was clear, but this teen was different. He’d been having sex with men for several years, and was certainly no novice. James intended to give the fourteen year-old’s hole a hard, solid fucking, just like the teen had done to the holes of countless unsuspecting little boys, and make no mistake – he was going to have a very, very sore bottom for days. James started with Josh arse-up over the side of the bed, mounting him from behind, putting his hands forward on the boy’s shoulders and holding him in position, before sliding his dick straight up in one push, all the way home, before immediately grinding it into him hard, using his strong core, glutes and thighs to rotate his cock around in circles, interspersed with salvos of intense, rapid-fire thrusting at full depth, moving only an inch or so of his boner in and out of the boy with each pump. James was very fit, with tremendous stamina. The teen squirmed, clawing at the sheet, red-faced and feeling slightly panicked at the horrifying realisation that he’d bitten-off more than he could chew, but he didn’t want to fag-out in front of the kids, and certainly not in front of James, so he screwed-up his eyes, bit his bottom lip and accepted his fate without protest. James pulled out, ordering the teen up on the bed on his hands and knees, facing the pretty brown-skinned brothers. Ari and Lucas were sitting side-by-side, propped-up on pillows against the bed-head. The right-handed Ari had his spare arm around his left-handed brother’s shoulder, and they were both wanking their dark uncut doodles, watching the spectacle unfold before them. “Oouhnfff!” Josh cried out; his elbows momentarily lost the strength to support him as the thick mancock pushed it’s way back up into his body. James held him there, by the hips, right back on it, grinding from side to side as the teen involuntarily wiggled his pelvis and tried to move forward away from the invader, but there was no escape. He wasn’t even close to being strong enough to pull away. James smiled at the adorable brothers. “How are you boys going over there?”, he asked. “Good!” they answered in unison. “What colour is Joshi’s face?” asked James. “It’s red!”, replied Lucas. “It’s REALLY red!”, added Ari. “Sweet!!” James said enthusiatically. He gave Josh a quick slap on his right arse-cheek, and the noise reverberated around the room. It wasn’t a hard slap, but it took all the boys by surprise, and all three were startled. James bent right over the teen, so their faces were next to each-other. “Look at me, mate”, James told him. Turning his head, the teen looked the man in the eye. “The boys are gunna watch you get fucked now. So you keep your head up so they can see your face. I want them to see your face while I fuck you up the arse, do you understand me?” He gave the teen a quick thrust, and he replied urgently, “Yes! Yes!” “Good boy”, James replied; as he righted himself behind Josh, took hold of his hips and began to fuck, immediately setting a pace of one thrust per second, pulling back until only his cock-knob was still inside, and then jabbing back in hard. THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! The noise filled the room, along with the teen’s whimperings. James spoke to him as he fucked, “Yeah, you’ve got a tight little arse, feels so fucking nice wrapped around my cock, I’m gunna root you good, faggot”. He continued the pace for a few minutes, before slapping the teen’s arse again and suggested, “Shall I go a bit faster, huh? How about we pick the pace up a little?” “Oh, James!” the teen begged. “Ah, come on”, the man answered, “where’s your spirit of adventure?” He held the teen in position and doubled his pace. THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! “Yeah! Fuck yeah! Drillin’ ya arse with my big uncut donger, it’s so tight! Keep ya head up, Josh, so the boys can watch ya face while I fuck ya, fuck ya right up the arse!” Josh just whimpered in response; he looked up at the brothers, who were watching wide-eyed, still wanking their doodles. James kept up the pace for several minutes. He could ride his road-bike 150km in a day, so he didn’t lack the stamina he needed to give the teen a good pounding. He was in no hurry to cum, either. He’d already jizzed once up Lucas’ bum, once in Ari’s mouth, and then again all over Lucas’ face, so he was ready for a marathon arse-pumping session, and Josh was going to cop it. After several minutes of unrelenting work, James stopped thrusting, grasped the teenager by the shoulders, pulled him right onto his cock, then sat his arse back on his ankles. “Fuck yourself on my cock, boy!” The teen did as he was told, lifting himself up before James pulled him back down again. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” the adolescent bemoaned as he was bounced up and down like an inflatable sex-doll. James pulled him right down again, rotating his hips around, Josh making wincing noises. He pushed the teenager forward onto his hands and knees without removing his cock from the boy’s chute. It was time to go for gold. He held Josh’s hips and began to thrust, building up speed, and was soon smashing the boy at a furious pace, sivas escort stabbing him hard and fast up the arse. Josh had never been fucked like this before, with such ferocity. THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK!THOCK! Ari and Lucas watched the spectacle in front of them. Through gritted teeth James ordered Josh to “Keep ya head up so the boys can see ya face, lettem see what ya face looks like when ya get ya arse smashed by a big cock”. The brothers weren’t entirely sure it was an experience they ever wanted to have. Josh’s face, neck and upper chest were a dark burgundy colour, his mouth open in shock and awe, drool on his chin, snot on his top lip, eyes wide open like he’d just seen a ghost. “Awwwwwww yeaaaaaah, here it cums, mate!”, James announced, “I’m gunna shoot it up ya, boy, are ya ready for it?” There was no reply. James slapped Josh’s arse as he continued to pump, demanding an answer, “I asked if you’re ready to get my cum spoofed up your arse. Are you ready, boy?” Josh gurgled a reply, “Gnff.. YES!” James pushed him down onto the bed, covering him completely with his big body, restraining the boy while supporting himself on his elbows and knees lest he injure or suffocate him. He ground and stabbed his cock into the tortured teenage hole, then looked-up at Lucas and Ari with a big smile on his sweaty face, calling-out to the brothers, “Oh boys, I’m cumming! I’m cumming up Joshi’s arse!”, before emitting a long, deep roar like an animal, eyes closed, grunting and snorting with the intensity of his orgasm. Deep inside Josh’s pelvis, the uncut man-cock erupted jets of thick white sprog, breeding the boy and marking him as the man’s conquest. As he recovered, James rolled-off the fourteen year-old and onto his back. He caught a glimpse of his own cock, which was still huge, shiny and wet with semen. He also saw Josh’s anus, gaping open obscenely after taking such a prolonged, aggressive fucking. The teen made an attempt to get up; “No, not yet”, James told the boy, and then, emulating Josh’s ocker Aussie accent, added, “Let me jizz soak-in for a bit first”. Josh turned his head to face James with a look of shocked realisation. James smiled at him with a nod and a wink, and the teen put his face down onto the mattress. “Nah, you can get up now, go on”, James told him. Josh moved off the bed slowly and cautiously, groaning “Fuck! Ow! Oh, fuck!” as he walked away, presumably to the bathroom, his gait suggesting that he might have just returned from a long day of vigorous, cross-country horse-riding. After a rest and a brief post coital nap, during which the comely tween/preteen brothers had joined him for a cuddle, James sucked and fingered them to orgasm once more, and also managed to extract one more load from his own cock; albeit a small one; which he deposited into the ever cum-hungry mouth of little Lucas. Before his left the brothers he gave Ari his address, and invited him to send a message sometime. Ari gave James his addy too, and said he could message anytime he wanted. He kissed them both goodbye, taking the opportunity to tell them again what beautiful boys they were, and how he hoped they could meet up again for some more sexy fun. As he walked through the living room on his way out, he found Josh sitting on the couch, watching TV. “Hey, I’m going now, you OK?” The teen looked up at him, an expression of hurt defiance on his face. “I got a bit carried away”, James conceded, “Sorry mate. Are you alright?” The boy replied, in his typically foul-mouthed way, “Get fucked! Ya busted me fukken arse’ole open, ya fukken cunt!” James smiled at him sheepishly. “Yeah, well”, continued the teen, “Lucky ya such a hot root, mate”, and he flashed a quick smile in the man’s direction. “So we’re cool?”, James enquired. “Yeah, mate. We’re cool.” Josh stood, and James hugged him tight, “We should do this again while you’re on holidays, you up for it?” “If me fukken arse ever stops fukken hurtin’, ya’on!” James drove home after six hours of beautiful pedo boy-fun, thinking about the day’s activities. It was 3.50 when he opened the front door of his apartment. His girlfriend was there, just off the phone, in tears. Her father was in hospital, in Intensive Care no less. He was dangerously unwell, and his family had been told to expect the worst. She wanted to go to him and to be with her mother; they lived in Perth, a five-hour jet flight away on the other side of the continent. Her plane left in two hours, could James please take her to the airport? James offered to go with her to Perth, but she just wanted to be with her mother and sisters; she hoped he could understand. He was secretly pleased. He drove her to the airport, hugged and kissed her goodbye. On the journey back in to Chippendale, James realised that he must’ve reeked of sex, since he hadn’t even washed his hands after fucking Josh, pleasuring the brothers and then wanking his last load over Lucas; and he certainly hadn’t showered after his day of sweaty, cum-stained boy-sex. It was a blessing that the woman was too upset to notice. He did shower when he got home, and the hot water felt good. He pulled his foreskin back to wash under it; it was quite inflamed under there, and the shower-gel elicited a stinging sensation. James chuckled to himself. It was red and sore from overuse. He’d give it a rest for today. He called a few mates, went out for a couple of beers, and returned home quite early. His girlfriend would have been in Perth by now – he texted her, but sıhhiye escort when there was no reply he went to bed, where he slept more soundly than he had in a long time. He woke the next morning to his sound of his phone ringing. Answering it, he learned that his girlfriend wouldn’t be home for several days. Her father’s medical condition had improved slightly, against expectations, but it wasn’t safe for her to leave yet. James hung up the phone, lay back and began to think of Ari and Lucas, of Lockie, and how he had shown Josh what it’s like when someone bigger and stronger than you treats you selfishly, as though you’re just an easy hole to stick their dick in. His penis rose to it’s full length, and he gave it a few strokes. It was still a little inflamed under the hood, and his shaft ached slightly as he began to stroke. He had just put some saliva under his foreskin to help smooth it’s gliding motion up and down over the sensitive knob when a text landed on his phone, disturbing his concentration. It was the porn director. “Let me know when ok to call”. James texted back, “OK right now”, and the man called immediately. His producers had been very, very impressed with James’ performance in his scene with Lachlan. They wanted to offer him more work. Was he available on Friday at 8.00 a.m., at the same location as last time? James replied that yes, he was, of course. The chance to make $2500 cash for a couple of hours of hot sex with a boy? Who wouldn’t say yes? There were just a couple of things the director asked. Could James please have a fresh haircut, be clean-shaven, and was it possible for him to get a spray-tan wearing briefs or a Speedo? More importantly, could he please ensure that he did not have sex or masturbate from now until the shoot, so he could be ready to put on a good show at cumshot time? Oh, and what was his shoe-size? James was intrigued, but he readily agreed to all the conditions, and told the man that his feet were size 10.5. The converation ended, then James had a slow, gentle wank thinking about boys, and squirted his last load until Friday morning. James drove to the industrial estate in the south-west of Sydney. Arriving at the nondescript warehouse, he was ushered inside. The director approached him, and asked him to come to meet his co-stars for the day. “Co-stars?” James wondered. So it wasn’t going to be a one-on-one scene. His mind raced at the possibilities, the familiar tingling already starting in the base of his cock. They approached a tall, athletic looking young man who looked to James like he might be of Scandinavian extraction. “Kaspar,” the director said, “Meet James”. The man extended his hand and James shook it as they exchanged greetings. “I’ll leave you gents to get acquainted while I go and finalise some stuff on set”. James and Kaspar sat on a bench and talked. Kaspar was 26, and had been in Australia for eight months of a year-long working holiday. He was the archetypal Dane – 6’3, lean and muscular, naturally athletic and tanned. He had closely-cropped blonde hair and stunning green eyes that flashed and glinted in the light as he was talking. This was his fourth boy-porn shoot, and it was also his first threesome. “So there will be three of us? Right”, said James, clarifying the situation in his head more than anything. Kaspar smiled at him, and asked James if he was gay. James shook his head, before adding, “I don’t think so, anyway”. “OK, that is a satisfactory answer”, Kaspar reassured him with a big smile. The production assistance approached, and asked the men to follow him. It was a wardrobe call. The men were given soccer outfits, Socceroos World Cup uniforms, no less. “Sorry we couldn’t dress you in the Danish red-white,” the man told Karsten, “But the Aussie gold and the Danish red together? Nah, just not pretty!”. All three men laughed. “Take your underwear off for now, please gentlemen. We’ll do some stills for an extra DVD chapter before we start with the video,” the assistant continued, then left the men to change. The shirts were tight. Tight, and quite short on both of them. The shorts were more regulation, and the boots? Well, James’ size 10.5 boots fit like a glove. Not being a soccer player, he watched Karsten insert the shin-pads down into his socks, then did his own. Karsten sized James up as the men undressed. He was confident in his sexuality – he was a full-blown homo, gay for men and boys alike, and he definitely liked what he saw when James was naked in front of him. A boy suddenly appeared in the changing area. James immediately recognized him as Jack, the boy who had been in the scene before his first shoot. He was quite a bit smaller than James remembered, just under four feet tall and very slight. His hair was bright red like a fire engine, his smooth skin alabaster white (bar a spray of light freckles across his nose), his eyes the palest, pale shade of watery blue. “Hello!”, the boy said, a confident, sing-song tone in his high, boyish voice, “My name’s Jack”. He stepped over to James, who held out his hand and introduced himself, as did Karsten. “We’re gonna have lots of fun today, I can tell!”, the boy told the men. James merely nodded at the boy, amazed at his relaxed demeanour. Karsten, on the other hand, replied to the boy, saying, “I think we will be having a LOT of fun today, young man”. He had seen several of Jack’s videos, and had long lusted after the diminutive redhead. James suddenly felt a twang of nerves, but settled himself quickly. A voice called, “OK, gentlemen, let’s get started!” _____________________________________________________ Sorry, Gents, but that’s enough for chapter five! I got carried away with James and the three boys again, but I promise I’ll be back with chapter six very soon, and young Jack will be well-and-truly sorted out by James and Karsten.

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