I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.
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The Christian Boy
Tucker's success adding Ryan to his stable of men had him on the lookout for another college boy. It was risky because all boys that age love to have sex, and all of them think they wanna be a porn star. Finding someone intelligent, sensible and quiet about his work — not to mention smokin' hot in the body department — was the trick. He'd approached a slew of young men over the years, asking them about modeling, but nine times out of ten he walked away without giving them a firm offer for a test shoot. Ryan was the gold standard. He never bragged about his part-time porn job to his friends and the ladies loved him, both for his youthful charm and his hot body, not necessarily in that order.
Tucker struck pay-dirt one day at the city pool, the same place where he'd met Molly a while back, at his nephew's swim team practice. Molly was there the day he talked to the new boy. She lingered a bit after practice to see what Tucker was up to.
The young man in question — we'll call him a boy since he was only eighteen — was one of the lifeguards that showed up for duty when the swim team turned the pool over to the general public for the final hours of the warm afternoon. Tucker had seen him a few times before, and caught him for a chat ten minutes before the boy's shift started.
"Some of those kid's got some talent, huh?" Tucker said to him, gesturing to the swim team packing up their things.
"Yeah they do," the boy said. "They're better than I was at that age. That kid in the backstroke was
really
fast."
"So this might sound weird comin' outta the blue," Tucker said, "but I'm in the modeling and photography biz. We do some film work too. You ever do any modeling or acting?"
"No," the boy chuckled. "What makes you think I did?"
"You got the look the ladies like," Tucker said. "That's what it's all about these days. I'd love to have you come down and do a try out shoot. I've got a nice studio over in the warehouse district. A full staff, all on the up-'n-up."
He wasn't lying, as long as you think "on the up-'n-up" means dirty naked fucking. Tucker reached in his pocket, took out a business card and handed it to the young man. Molly, lingering in the shade, smiled when she saw the hand-off. She wondered to herself if she'd have that sweet lifeguard cock — the one so blatantly lumped under the boy's speedo — inside her one day. She could feel her pussy moisten as she thought about it.
"So what are we talkin' about?" the boy asked Tucker. "Like catalogs and stuff?"
"No, usually calendars to start out. You in your bathing suit, just like this. Stuff that appeals to the ladies, you know? If it works out, we start at fifty bucks an hour for photos. We go up from there. It's good money, and fun work."
"Yeah, I don't think I can do that. My mom's a Pastor. The Church of the Lord Savior, out on Bardston Road. I live with her in a little apartment attached to the main chapel. She gets upset that I have to wear this bathing suit in public," the boy chuckled. "I told her it's the uniform for the lifeguards but she wrote a letter to the city. Said she thinks it's obscene. I don't think she'd like it if I got my picture taken in it."
"What about the girl lifeguards?" Tucker asked.
"Oh, she hasn't seen them yet," The boy said with a smirk. "They're one piece, but nice. Real thin, but, I guess this is too," he said, looking down at himself.
"We can put you in a pair of shorts. We're gonna need a bare chest though, at least partially. Maybe just an open shirt? We don't have to get into the details of it here though. If you think you can swing it without makin' your mom too upset, give me a call. I'm assuming you're eighteen, right?"
"Yeah. Two months ago."
"That means you get to make up your own mind from now on, right?" Tucker said. "These photos are gonna end up where your mom probably won't see 'em anyway. You could always go the 'what you don't tell her won't hurt her' route, right? Anyway, it's up to you my friend. What's your name anyway?"
"Billy. Billy Carpenter."
"Great talkin' to ya Billy, I'm Tucker. I hope to hear from ya."
So that's how the bait was presented. Setting the hook was a separate challenge. Of course Tucker didn't look at it that way. He was all about good vibes and folks doing what made them feel good. If Billy was genuinely uncomfortable with the situation he'd send him home no problem. Having a bunch of conservative Christians picketing outside his door wasn't something Tucker wanted to wake up to. Ever. But he wasn't a believer, and all their uptight bullshit about recreational sexuality, in the name of what he considered to be mythology, bugged him. Why shouldn't he push back a little? Reality vs. myth. He knew which side he was on, and there was nothing more real than an epic fuck. Billy'd find that out one day, even if his mama had already brainwashed the shit out of him.
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A week later at the pool Molly was sitting in her favorite spot, way up in the top corner of the bleachers, away from the gossiping mothers. She spotted Tucker when he carried his nephew's bag in for the practice, and waved him up. It wasn't like her. Tucker usually left her alone so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, on the off chance someone knew his business. But that day she was curious about things.
"Hi boss," she said brightly.
"Hi Molly. How's it goin'?"
"Good, thanks to you. I just moved into my new condo."
"Nice! I love it when life is good, don't you?"
"God yes! Who ever thought gettin' screwed could make life so wonderful. So I saw you talkin' to lifeguard boy last week."
"Oh Yeah. Nice kid. I offered him a photo shoot to see if he'd work out. I wish it had because he's perfect in a lot of ways. Reminds me of Ryan, ya know? But you can't win 'em all."
"It didn't go well?"
"No. He got spooked. That's all right though. I mean I don't wanna force anybody. It's no good if people aren't comfortable."
"Did you have a girl work with him?"
"Yeah. Markie."
"Hmm," Molly said. "I can see why he mighta got nervous with her."
"Really? I thought she'd be good with him. She's sexy."
"Yeah, but, she can be a little intimidating. Even...well...I'm not gonna mention names, but one of the experienced guys told me she makes him feel weird sometimes."
"Huh. I guess I didn't realize that," Tucker said. "I don't know if I can get him back for another try, but what do you suggest?"
