How to Create a Fuckboy

Beginning that Saturday morning, September 1, when El Greco knocked on my door with "Sven" by his side, I'd been working on a plan, a project, a new venture for the business. Fuckboy was now in school each day which meant, 1, we were generating less income, and 2, I had a lot of time on my hands to think and plan and devise. I knew kiddy porn could be very lucrative but I couldn't risk recognition. Then I had an inspiration.

Before the fair left town, I got El Greco's cell phone number and we had several long conversations. Besides the carnie circuit, he also worked both in legitimate theater and in cinema. In fact, one year, he was nominated for an Oscar for best makeup. I told him I'd been thinking about making a film with Sven. The man who would appear with Sven would also have his face disguised. El Greco heard me out and said the concept was certainly feasible and he would be willing to be a collaborator,--however with one caveat. He knew if I did the filming the result would be so amateurish, it would not be worthy of his talents. He told me he knew a cinematographer who might be interested.

We discussed a lot of other details. Auditioning men to costar with Sven, finding locations for the shoots, the size of the film crew, and adjusting a shooting schedule to Fuckboy's other commitments. Then would come the editing, dubbing in music, and other production details. El Greco felt it would be much safer to let an offshore company handle distribution. If the final DVDs are delivered from Bulgaria or some such place, it would be much harder to trace them back to us.

I sat down with Fuckboy and told him the plan. He was very enthusiastic about becoming a movie star. On Friday, September 22, school was closed for Yom Kippur or some fuckin jewish holiday. The fair and El Greco were a hundred fifty miles away, so we arranged to meet at a diner midway to sign the papers of incorporation. We called the enterprise Sven Productions, and settled on a three-way split of any profits: a third each to El Greco, Fuckboy and myself. To get the ball rolling, I put in four thousand for the kid and me and the makeup man put in two. I would take care of keeping the books and finding the actors (Fuckboy already knew who he wanted to have in the first film: Carson). El Greco would hire Goldberg, his cinematographer friend and scout out possible locations. We decided to aim for filming October 20, a Saturday.

As we drove back home, Fuckboy was so damn excited, I thought he was going to wet his fuckin pants. He had watched all the kiddy porn in my collection and now began coming up with scenarios for scripts. Carson could approach Sven on the playground and then take him home to see his snake. Or Sven could be biking, get a flat tire and Carson would stop his car (a fancy convertible) to give him a lift. The lad sure had an active imagination. Of course, the number one rule in any porn is that no one fuckin cares about the plot!

On Tuesday, we pitched the idea to Carson and he was cool. A pothead never gets overly excited about anything, but he was mellow to the concept. He would even play the role for free. He didn't need the money. I debated with myself whether to put his salary on paper and absorb it myself or have it wind up as profit and split three ways.

El Greco called on October 13 that he'd found a location for us to film. "I got this friend, Fyodor. He's a colleague from the theater, a stage designer. We've often worked on gigs together. To supplement his income, he sometimes does real estate staging. You know what that is, right?" I assured him I did. "Well, he's working next week for a high-end realtor. Real fancy digs. The house is probably overpriced 'cause it's not selling. So they called him in to stage it. He said he'd be done by Saturday but told the realtor he needed 'til next Monday, so we'll have the whole place to ourselves. We just can't take any full shots of the front facade in case someone ever recognized it, but we can show the front door, all the interiors, and the pool." It sounded like an ideal location. "Oh, there are a couple other things, Thorndike."

"What?"

"I know how you feel about Tommy always having protection, but Goldberg said we should really shoot the sex bareback. I tend to agree with him. I think a rubber could really kill sales." I thought about my own modest collection of kiddy porn and realized I didn't remember seeing any condoms. I felt I could trust Carson so I agreed just this once.

"There's something else?"

"Yeah, Goldberg will need a Grip." El Greco explained the Grip is someone who bustles about during a shoot holding lights and moving equipment.

I told Fuckboy the plans for the shoot, and again he was fuckin excited. When I mentioned the Grip, he suggested we use the bitch. Figured she could at least do that much, and of course we wouldn't have to pay her.

God was looking favorably upon our endeavor for the 20th was a beautiful day, overcast enough to reduce glare, but otherwise clear and precipitation-free. Temperatures in the eighties allowed Carson and Sven to dress in summer duds. The setup was simple. Carson played Deidrich who was coming to visit his young cousin Sven. The filming went well and Goldberg ended up with plenty of material to edit. There was only one minor problem. Throughout the day, the Grip kept flirting with either El Greco or Carson, trying to get herself laid. It was really embarrassing for her son and brother to witness such desperation.

The day after Thanksgiving, the first copy arrived in our mailbox. Fuckboy insisted on watching it immediately. I sprawled on the living room couch with my feet on the coffee table and my bare ass half suspended in the gap between the two. Fuckboy was lying beside me, his face nestled on my belly behind my pole so he could simultaneously watch the TV and attend to the worship of my cock. My left hand was on (and in) his ass, my right on the remote. The Bitch sat naked on the floor with her hands between her thighs, waiting to see her precious boy's film debut.

The film opened with Deidrich driving up the road, music pulsating from the car stereo. Then a close-up of the wheels skidding to a stop on a gravel drive, and another close-up of Deidrich slamming the car door. He's dressed in expensive sportswear, dark glasses, an ascot loosely tied about his neck and sandals without socks on his feet. El Greco gave him hair that was longer and blonder than Carson's own and made his chin more pointy.

Switch to the home's front door. Sven comes out, wearing a white visor, white shirt, white shorts, white socks and tennis shoes. When he sees his favorite cousin, he drops his tennis racquet and runs toward him, grinning from ear to ear. Deidrich sweeps the eight-year old off the ground into his arms. Closeup of their tender kiss. Closeup of Sven's feet; one shoe has fallen off.

Next scene is by the pool. Both are walking barefoot at water's edge. Sven helps Deidrich out of his long pants (he has a black thong) and they sit on the edge of the pool their feet dangling in the water as they kiss and hug. Closeup of Deidrich's hand guiding Sven's ten tiny fingers toward the thong. Next we see Deidrich lying on his back; the thong miraculously disappeared and Sven is busy sucking his big tool. Each looks adoringly into the other's eyes.

We next see a close-up of Sven's white shorts on the tiles by the pool. The camera follows a line of wet footprints, one pair small, the other large, all the way to the sliding glass door where we witness two bare asses heading inside.

Now we're in the bedroom. Both stars are naked. Sven is lying on the bed face down, Deidrich kneeling straddling the boy's thin legs and massaging the sweet little bubble butt. Closeup of Sven's face, eyes closed, looking very content. Closeup of the big hands on the bubble butt. We see Deidrich lift the weightless body at the waist and then a close-up of his tongue working the tiny boycunt. Fade to black.

Next we see Deidrich sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, upper body leaning back on his elbows. Sven is crouched between his legs giving him another blow job. Closeup of the bubble butt wiggling in the air. Closeup of the thick cock filling the little mouth. Fade to black.

Now Deidrich is on his back, his hands on Sven's hips, who is squatting above him facing his feet. The camera pans in real close as the quivering little glistening pink hole approaches the wet crimson pulsating cockhead. Tantalizingly slow, the space between the two lessens. Finally, the boy is perched atop the pole. We briefly see his scrunched-up face. Then we see Deidrich's hands pull Sven's hips down and we hear a pop as the tiny sphincter gives way. (Goldberg was right; it's much more effective on film without the fuckin condom.) Sven begins hollering but we know he is happy. Deidrich begins thrusting his pelvis up. Soon Sven is riding up and down, and whooping like a cowboy. The camera comes around to the front and we see the tiny nail, hard as steel, like a finger wagging at the camera as the body it's attached to bounces ecstatically. A close-up of the two tiny marbles jostling in their hairless pouch.

Suddenly the action pauses. The boys stops bouncing. Closeup of his face, eyes wide and jaw clenched in anticipation. Closeup of Deidrich's face, eyes scrunched and mouth wide as his entire body tenses up. Now a close-up of his hairy balls pulled up tight to the lad's bottom. We see several throbs and hear both stars grunt and we know gobs of white cream are being shot into the young hole.

Now the camera closes in on that hole as the wet shaft begins to emerge. Just before we see the head, the exit stops for a moment, then with a visible and audible pop, it comes out into the air glistening. The camera stays glued on the hole as it dribbles out massive measures of cream. White rivers run down the boys thighs. Long white arcs dangle like bridge cables between his hole and his legs.

Next we see the two lovers embracing, kissing. Another close-up shows Deidrich's finger playfully scoops his jizz from the anus, which is winking at the camera as it begins slowly to tighten again. Final fade to black.

"Wow! That's going to sell like hotcakes, Fuckboy!" I went to give him a high five, but realized he was occupied, voraciously eating my manmeat. I smiled. Glancing down on the floor, I saw his mother feverishly pushing her fingers into her cunt, eyes closed and moaning like the whore she was.

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