Boys Gone Wild

[DavyBoy]

Santa Monica Pier smelled like fried dough, salt water and sunscreen, same as every Spring Break since she first started scouting in ‘95. Makenzie adjusted her sunglasses as she scanned the afternoon crowd: mostly families on vacation, sugar-hyper little kids and frustrated parents. Then she spotted what she was looking for—a lone scrawny Nirvana-shirt-wearing skater kid, 12 or 13 years old. Perfect. She exhaled smoke through her nose, flicked her cigarette off the pier and sauntered over.

"Hey, Kurt Cobain," she called, tilting her head so her hair fell just right. "You look like a guy who knows how to have fun." She cocked her hip gave him a wry smile, mischievous and knowing.

The skateboard clattered to the ground as Johnny whipped around. “Huh?”

“I’m looking for a guy who likes to have fun. Think you can help me out?” Mack knew how to turn on the charm, not that it was difficult with preteen boys. She’d been working this gig long enough that she could size up a boy under a minute. Some responded to a ditzy bimbo who made them feel like they were in control, while some needed a mommy to tell them what to do. Boys like Johnny just needed a hot girl to show an interest.

"Oh uh… yeah, I guess so?" The words tumbled out too fast. He almost didn’t believe this smokeshow twice his age was talking to him. Then his eyes caught the video camera strapped to her hand and the stretched-out Boys Gone Wild logo across her chest. "No way! You’re from that commercial?” He kicked his board up into his hand and walked closer. "Dude. My friend Jason dared me to moon one of your cameras last year, but I chickened out."

A slow grin spread across Mack’s face. The kind of seductive smile that made boys forget their own names. She leaned in just enough to show a little cleavage. "Hah! That’s so cute. Well, guess what? Here’s your second chance! My name’s Mack and I’m with Boys Gone Wild. Think you can get wild for me? She tilted her head, squinting at him like she was doing mental math. "You are over 11, right? That’s the legal age for...having fun on camera.”

His ears went pink under his messy blond curls. "Uh, yeah, I'm 12 actually," he dropped his board and rolled it back and forth with his foot. “So, what, you wanna put me on the commercial? For real?"

Mack twirled a bleached strand around her finger while looking the boy up and down. “yeah, you’ll look good in one of our videos…but you gotta do something special to make the commercial,” she purred, stepping back to give him space and pointed her camera at him. “Show me what a daredevil you are!” She glanced around. "Why don’t you ollie off that railing"—she jerked her chin toward a metal bar near the entrance to the pier— “while you moon the camera? Double dare!”

The railing was a bit higher than he usually tried to skate. But the chance to impress a hot girl pushed him over top. With a shaky inhale, he yanked down the back of his shorts just enough to flash his pale, dimpled cheeks at the lens. He kicked off, board clattering as he launched into a wobbly ollie that barely cleared the rail. His triumphant whoop was followed by a crunch as he landed, busting right through his well-used board.

Mack's camera caught every glorious second of Johnny's flailing descent, especially the way his shorts nearly dropped around his knees, plus the startled "OOF!" as he landed. She lowered the lens with a slow whistle. "Oh wow, that was so cool!" she lied, looking down at him with exaggerated awe.

Johnny scrambled to yank up his shorts. He wiped concrete dust off his palms with shaky hands.

"You're really good. Like, way better than those posers at Venice Beach. You should come back to our bus and hang out. We've got like Red Bull and an Xbox.” She flicked her hair over one shoulder, jerking her thumb toward a sleek black tour bus parked near the pier bathrooms.

“On a bus?”

“Yeah, it’s really chill. It’s our tour bus, it’s even got like a bed and a shower.”

"Oh, uh, you mean like on the commercials. Where the boys…?"

“Yeah, just a cool place to hang out with more privacy.”

"I don’t know if I should—I mean, I wasn’t thinking about doing any of that… stuff." A nervous laugh bubbled up as he kicked his broken board.

Mack pouted her lips, stepping so close Johnny could smell her vanilla-scented sunscreen. "Aww, don't wuss out on me now!" She tapped her foot against his busted skateboard, raising an eyebrow. "Look, twenty minutes of goofing off on camera, and you walk away with enough cash to buy, like, three new decks." Then she shrugged. "Unless you wanna tell your friend you chickened out twice?"

Johnny's poor head was swimming in warring impulses. Three new skateboards versus twenty minutes of… well he knew what boys did on Boys Gone Wild. At least he thought he did. He’d only seen the late-night commercials, never the actual videos. You had to order them on DVDs and he wasn’t really interested in seeing whatever they showed. It was actually hard to tell what the boys did but from the big CENSORED bars they definitely seemed to be doing it naked. Boys in a shower or bouncing on the bed. Sticking their tongue out at the camera and then shouting, “Boys gone wild!” with a dumb grin on their faces.

There were rumors though. One boy at his school a couple grades older had appeared in the commercials. Just a quick clip of him on the beach, laughing, then bending over and pulling down the back of his swim trunks. Some kids thought it was pretty cool that he was on TV mooning the camera (though they even put a censor bar over that). But there were whispers that on the DVD he’d gotten naked and let a woman measure his hard dick and ever jerked off in front of her. When confronted he denied anything happened but the blush on his face made the denial less than convincing.

Mack was patient as she watched Johnny doing the mental arithmetic. This was the trickiest part. Getting them to show off for a hot babe with a camera was easy. Getting them to go back to bus was always uncertain, even if they had no idea what went on there. Once they were alone with her, even the shyest boys could usually be talked into at least flashing their pubescent peckers. The “goal though was to get them hard and horny enough that reason went out the window and they did whatever she asked… within reason. It was legal to show boys having naked fun, but sex was another story and that’s not what she was being paid for anyway.

“Wait, so like—do I just gotta moon the camera again? Or, like..." Johnny scratched his head. "How much do I gotta do for the cash?"

Mack reached out to ruffle Johnny’s curls like he was a puppy. “Hey, mooning was cute, but we can have more fun than that, right?”

She started walking backwards towards the bus. Johnny would have to follow her to keep the conversation going—and he did. He felt his feet moving before his brain caught up, sneakers scuffing against the boardwalk as he trailed after Mack like a baby duck.

“What kind of fun?” Johnny tried to sound cool, nonchalant. He honestly wasn’t sure, but he knew that boys ended up naked on that bus. Did the girls get naked too?

"Let’s start with your name, skate-god. Then we’ll talk about how exactly you’re gonna be the breakout star of our new DVD." She began walking backwards towards the sidewalk.

Uh, yeah, it's Johnny—I mean its Skids.” He kicked a pebble toward the parking lot where the sleek black tour bus sat. His pulse hammered in his chest as he eyed the blacked-out windows. “Do I, like, gotta sign something? My mom said I’m not to sign stuff without talking to her."

Mack waved at the jaded and disinterested driver who pulled a lever opening the door. "Well yeah, you gotta sign a release—otherwise we can’t use that amazing trick you just showed me.” She smiled conspiratorially. "But come on, Skids. You don’t strike me as the kinda boy who always does what mommy says."

“No, not always, but…” the boy shrugged, but every thought he had melted away as he stepped up into the tour bus. His eyes widened at the flat-screen playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater, the Xbox controllers tossed on a beanbag. There was mini-fridge humming with promise. Then his gaze snagged on the stack of Boobs & Bikes magazines by the bed. "Oh dude," he breathed. "This is like... nicer than my actual bedroom."

"I know, right?" Mack laughed, grabbing a clipboard from atop the mini-fridge and thrusting it toward him. "Here—sign this release, and then you can hang out all you want." She winked, nudging a pen into his hand. "Don’t worry, it’s just boring legal stuff. Basically, says we get to show everyone that epic footage from the pier and any other cool stuff you do.” Her fingers drummed against the clipboard. "After this, maybe we can film you doing some other tricks. Maybe even shirtless, huh?"

Skids chewed his lip, staring at the form, the words swam in front of his eyes, but Mack’s friendly smile sealed the deal. "Uh, yeah," he mumbled, taking the clipboard. "That’s not so bad."

“But make sure you write your real name. ‘Skids’ is cool and all but only Johnny can sign this form.”

Johnny’s face flushed a little as he wrote out his full name and then scribbling something vaguely resembling a signature with a shaking hand.

"Awesome, I knew you were cool," Mack grinned, popping open a Red Bull with a sharp hiss and handing it to the boy. Some sugar and energy for what was coming. Her fingers brushed his just a little longer than necessary as she passed it over. "So, what do you wanna do first?" She jerked her chin toward the paused game. “A little PVP or..." Her eyes flicked meaningfully to the camera on the counter. “…we could film something way more interesting. You’re a really cute kid, you know."

Johnny's fingers tightened nervously around the can, denting the aluminum as he chugged half the drink, Adam’s apple bobbing above his Nirvana tee. "Uh, what do… what do guys usually do?" he asked before stifling a burp. “I’ve only seen the commercials so like, do they just… play some games and stuff? Or do you…" his voice cracked as he gestured vaguely toward the bed where the Boobs & Bikes magazines lay sprawled, “…with them?"

Mack's lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout as she plucked the Red Bull from Skids' trembling fingers. "Aww sweetie, I wish I could," she sighed, tracing the rim of the can with her thumb, "but Boys Gone Wild is just about boys having fun and showing off—we can't even really show me on camera." She leaned in, her stretched-out crew neck slipping off one shoulder. "It's so all the horny girls who buy the DVD can imagine that you belong to just them alone, understand?" Her knee brushed against his as she whispered, "But I think it'd be really hot if you wanna show me what you'd do with a girl..."

Johnny’s thighs pressed together instinctively as his stomach did a weird flip-flop—half panic, half something else he couldn’t name. His hand rubbed against his thigh, searching for something to do. "Uh…," he muttered, shifting awkwardly on his feet, "maybe we should just, like, play Tony Hawk first?"

Mack leaned back against the mini-fridge, crossing her arms just enough to accentuate her chest. "We could..." She tilted her head, eyes flicking toward the bus's rear. "Or maybe you wanna take a shower first? This bus has a full bathroom, and I bet you've worked up a real hot sweat from skating all day."

Johnny sniffed himself. Mack laughed sweetly. “I didn’t mean you smell. Not bad anyway, It’s kinda a good smell actually. I just think it would be hot to watch.” Mack stepped in close and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder, then let it fall down along his arm. She wasn’t supposed to touch the boys, but his clothes were still on and the camera was off. With a virgin like “Skids” she knew even a little warmth went a long way to getting them to take their clothes off. Her skater boy wasn’t quite enough of an exhibitionist to do it for the thrill, so she needed him to think he was doing it for her.

“You really want to see me take a shower? Like naked?”

“Don’t tell me you shower with your clothes on?” she laughed.

Johnny's fingers twitched around his waistband, his throat suddenly dry. "And… you’d film it?" His eyes darting between Mack and the camera.

Mack leaned in, almost like she was sharing a secret. "Well yeah… for all your new fans. Lots of girls like me want to see what a hottie like you looks like under those clothes.” Then standing back up she added, “and the better you perform, the bigger your paycheck."

Johnny’s face was turning red as he thought about every freckle and zit on his skin, about his just barely visible muscles and of course the part of his body he spent the most time looking at and the least allowing to be seen.

“I— I should go. I’m supposed to meet my friends.” Johnny’s eyes flicked over the door…which was behind Mack. He would basically have to push past her to get out.

If Mack was worried about losing her catch, she didn’t show it. Instead, her expression softened a little. “Have you ever let a girl see you naked, Skids?”

“Well… no.” The boy shrugged. It wasn’t exactly true. A year earlier, before his first pubes showed up, his 13-year-old cousin had walked in on him changing. She’d looked right at his prick and giggled before his brain caught up and he started yelling at her to close the door. “I—I’m not hot. Not, really. My mom says I prolly gotta wait ‘til I’m sixteen to get muscles.”

Mack closed the distance, face to face. Johnny could smell her scented sunscreen. “Hey, there’s dozens of dumb frat boys flexing their abs over on the Guys Gone Wild bus.” She let the back of her hand brush down the front of Johnny’s shirt, her knuckles grazing his left nipple sending a twinge right down the length of his prick. “The women who buy our DVDs? They want a hot young stud like you who’s just starting to grow." Her eyes dropped down meaningfully at the slight growing bulge at the front of his shorts. "And trust me, dude—I never invite boys onto this bus unless they’ve got that certain something.”

“You promise you’re not just, like, messing with me?” Johnny’s voice was small, and a little scared.

Mack took a deep breath. “Right now, the thing I want most in the world is to see your sexy skater boy body. Naked. I’d be really sad if you left.”

Johnny’s heart jackhammered against his ribs. He was scared to take his clothes off, but somehow making the first girl that showed this much interest in his dick sad felt worse. “So I just, like…” His voice cracked again as he gestured weakly toward the bathroom door. “…take everything off?"

“Hang on, we don’t want to miss this.” Mack lifted the video camera up to her eye and the red light blinked to life. “Okay, cutie,” she cooed, slipping effortlessly into her bubbly presenter voice, all sugar and spice. “What’s your name, and how old are you? And don’t lie! I can tell when boys fib.”

Johnny swallowed hard, then forced his shoulders back in what he hoped looked like confidence, puffing out his chest. "Uh, yeah, I’m Skids," he said looking everywhere but the camera, "and I'm twelve."

"Skids," Mack purred, “is that your skater name?" Her lens focusing tight on his flushed face. “You were showing me some sick tricks earlier—but I think we can film something way hotter in here. You want to get out of those clothes and take a shower for us?"

Johnny swallowed hard, his palms suddenly sweaty. "Yeah… yeah! I mean, if you think you can handle it! Just—just don't zoom, 'cause I got this,” he gestured vaguely at his crotch, “weird birthmark."

"Oh honey, birthmarks make you memorable! C'mon, show us what you've got! The ladies love a boy with stories written on his skin."

Johnny took a deep breath to steel himself and yanked his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. His chest was smooth as a baby’s, pale except for the tan lines around his neck and arms. “See? I’m still pretty skinny.”

Mack's camera slowly panned down Skids' trembling torso, lingering on the sharp angles of his hipbones, the way his shorts hung low on his narrow waist. "Oh my god, no way," she gasped as the lens climbed back up to his burning face. "You're totally sexy. It's adorable how shy you are!"

“Hey, I’m not shy! I’ll take my shirt off in front of a girl, I don’t care.”

“Is that right? Well ok big man, then let's see those legs! Take those shorts off real slow for the camera..."

Johnny's fingers froze on the button of his shorts as he felt the growing tightness in his boxers. He hunched slightly, trying to hide the traitorous bulge. "Uh, I dunno is it ok if I’m kinda… you know…"

Mack’s breath hitched theatrically as she zoomed in tight on Skids’ fly. "Oh my god, of course it is!" she cooed, shifting her weight to make her stretched-out crew neck slip even lower. "That’s so hot that you’re getting excited just for me! Come on, stud—take it off slow, let all those pretty ladies watching see what a good boy you are..."

Johnny's brain short-circuited—was he really doing this? It wasn’t that big a deal, right? Only adult women buy these things, no girls from school will see it. Right? His fingers trembled against the button of his shorts, heart hammering so loud he wondered if Mack could hear it. With a shaky exhale, he popped the button open and shoved the shorts down past his hips in one jerky motion, revealing his red plaid boxers. They tented at the front, and it jiggled as he awkwardly stepped out of the shorts. His entire body burned hotter than his sunburn as he looked down at himself.

Mack’s lips parted in exaggerated shock as the camera zoomed in tight on Skids’ tented boxers. The lens wobbled slightly. “Oh wow,” she breathed, biting her lower lip as her free hand fluttered to her chest. “Skids, baby, are you sure you’re only twelve?”

Johnny half wanted to cover it suddenly was curious about what Mack was seeing in him. "You—you really think so?" his voice cracking as he palmed himself clumsily through the thin cotton.

"Oh definitely," she purred. "Show me what you've got, skater boy."

His skinny fingers hovered at the waistband of his tented boxers. She had picked him out of all the skater kids on the pier. Maybe she did think he was special. He glanced up at her, questioning. She nodded reassuringly. With a shaky exhale, he hooked his thumbs under the elastic and pushed down, letting his stiff cock spring free—pink-tipped and twitching against his pale stomach.

Mack grinned—she had him. The camera whirred softly as she zoomed in tight on the kid's twitching erection. Average length, sure, but he was pretty thick for twelve, and that shiny mushroom head was already glistening at the tip. It arced up from his body beautifully, a perfect specimen of preteen boyhood. She panned down to his plump little balls, drawn up tight against his body. "Oh wow," she breathed. "Skids, you're packing! No wonder you were so eager to get those shorts off!"

Skids glanced down at himself—half-proud, half in doubt. "R-really? You don't think it's too small?" he stammered. "Also I got this weird purple birthmark like right on my—" He hooked a finger under his balls to lift them toward the camera lens, revealing a quarter-sized wine-stain splotch.

Mack's camera whirred as she zoomed in tight on Skids' birthmark. "Oh my god, no way—you're the perfect size, baby," she purred, shifting her stance. "And that birthmark? The ladies'll love knowing exactly where to lick."

Johnny stepped out of his boxers with an awkward hop, kicking them toward the pile of discarded clothes. Unsure what to do when standing naked in front of a woman, he swung his arms stiffly, like a malfunctioning robot. "So uh, now what," he rasped, "I just... take a shower? Like normal?"

"Oh absolutely! Get in that shower, stud," Mack purred, lowering the camera just enough to wink at him over the lens. "And if you wanna really give the ladies something to remember?" Her eyes dropped pointedly to his twitching cock. "Make sure you soap up that big boy.”

Johnny stepped into the cramped bathroom, hyper-aware of the way his boner wagged back and forth with each awkward shuffle, his knees knocking together slightly as the cool tile sent goosebumps up his bare thighs. He fumbled with the faucet, wincing as the initial blast of cold water hit his stomach before adjusting it to a warm spray. Stepping under the stream, he exhaled sharply as the heat soothed his jittery nerves, the water sluicing down his trembling legs while his erection waved back and forth lazily.

Mack leaned against the doorframe, letting the camera linger on the steam curling around Skids' erection. "So tell me, Skids," she purred, dragging a fingertip down the fogged-up mirror, "are you still a virgin? Or has some lucky girl gotten to ride that big boy cock of yours?" The lens zoomed in tighter as water dripped off his flushed tip.

Johnny's shoulders sunk reflexively at the question. "Uh, no, not… not really," he stammered, soap suds sliding down slightly defined abs as he shifted under the spray. "I—I kissed this girl at camp last summer though?"

Mack tilted the camera to catch the way Skids’ cock wagged back and forth each time he shifted his weight. “Aww, that’s so sweet,” she cooed, biting her lower lip as steam curled around his soapy erection. “You look like some dirty skater boy who’d fingerbang girls behind the 7-Eleven—” Her lens lifted to his blushing face. “…but you’re really just a good boy who saves his first time for someone special, huh?”

Johnny swallowed hard. The soap bar slipped out of his fingers, and he spent an awkward ten seconds bent over trying to locate it in the shower basin. "Yeah, I guess so," he mumbled, standing up and lathering up his skinny chest. Then, remembering to project confidence he grinned at the camera. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m a good boy!” He grinned.

Mack laughed a little, sincerely this time. She liked the boy. Not enough to do anything that would endanger her gig, but he was one of the nicer boys she’d trapped this season. “I guess that means this big piece of meat has only ever felt the touch of your own hand, huh? Want to show all the pretty ladies watching the DVD exactly how a good boy takes care of himself?”

Johnny hesitated, glancing between the camera lens and Mack's expectant smirk. His soapy fingers hovered near his twitching cock—heart hammering—before slowly wrapping around himself.

“When did you learn how to jerk off, Skids?” Mack zoomed out to get a shot of the boy’s face as he gave himself an experimental stroke.

“Why do you want to know that?”

“Oh, it’s just something some girls are curious about. That’s all.”

“Uh, well, I guess when I was 11.”

“Yeah? How did it happen?”

“I dunno the normal way?” Johnny looked down, avoiding eye contact.

He had first given himself an orgasm at a sleepover with his friend Jason. He’d played with it now and then when it was stiff, but he had never gone all the way until one night, after lights out, Jason had asked if he’d ever cum before. Soon the two boys were stroking themselves side by side and Johnny kept going past the point of no return while Jason whispered encouragement. It was the first time the boys had jerked off in each other’s presence, but not the last.

“So only girls watch this stuff, right?" Johnny rasped, his strokes speeding up as suds dripped down his flushed shaft.

Mack moved in with the camera to catch the way Skids' soapy fist pumped with slow strokes that made his flushed mushroom tip bulge. "Oh baby, just close your eyes and picture that girl from camp watching—her lips all parted, her knees going weak as she sees that big boy cock."

Johnny’s eyelids fluttered shut as his soap-slicked fist moved faster, holding his breath as he pictured the girl running her hand over her chest while watching him. His cock pulsed in his grip, the warm water making everything slide easier. “She… I mean, girls really like this?" he asked, his hips stuttering forward into his own grip.

"Oh yeah, baby, stroke that cock just like that," she said.

Johnny did. It was easier with his eyes closed. His left hand slid up his chest and unconsciously tweaked his nipple. His right hand stroked up and down over his length in a practiced grip that he had been honing since the first time he learned how to jerk off properly from his older cousin who had also showed him his first porno mag that night, two Christmases ago.

"Bet you’re real close now. Do you shoot sperm yet? Or are you still a little dry guy?"

Skids' eyes snapped open—suddenly determined—as his soapy hand sped up, gripping himself tighter. "I—I totally shoot sperm!" he blurted, voice cracking as his hips jerked forward into his fist. "Watch… just gimme one sec!”

“Take all the time you need! This is so hot! Do you like playing with your balls?”

Johnny’s left hand went down to cup his hairless ballsack, rolling it between his thumb and fingers. “Yeah, yeah it’s… it’s really full.” His eyes closed, head tilted back focusing on the feeling building deep within. Willing himself to cum, knowing deep down that thousands might end up watching.

Mack’s camera was focused on Skids’ soapy fist twisting around his swollen tip. “Oh yeah,” she breathed. “Show me how bad you needed this, baby. When was the last time you jerked off?”

"Ye—yesterday when I woke up with morning wo—oh shit!” Skids' voice trailed up as his hips jerked forward into his soapy grip, his free hand scrambling against the slick shower wall. "Watch! Watch! I’m gonna—" His thighs trembled as his cock pulsed violently in his fist, white ropes arcing out of the boy’s slit out onto the floor. "Ohhhhmygod," he whimpered, knees buckling slightly as more semen poured out of his open pee-hole over his knuckles.

Mack tilted the camera lower, zooming in tight on Skids’ sperm splattering against the shower floor. "Oh yes," she gasped dramatically. "Look at all that boy milk, baby! So hot watching you shoot your load for me!" It was mechanical for her, but she knew it was expected for the video, and the lease she could do for the boy who was exposing his most intimate moments for her camera.

Skids' chest heaved as he milked out the last dribble of cum onto his trembling fingers, sticky strands stretching between his knuckles before snapping. "See?" he panted, grinning stupidly through the steam as he held his twitching cock toward the camera. "Told you!" His legs wobbled slightly as he wiped his messy hand against his thigh.

Mack’s camera tilted up, zooming in tight on Skids’ flushed, grinning face as steam curled around his dripping hair. "Oh hell yeah you did," she purred, biting her lip as the lens caught his dazed expression. "Now give me a big smile and tell the camera what's the hottest place to see cute teen boys cum?"

Skids' grin faltered for half a second, eyes darting to the red recording light, before he forced his widest, fakest smile, arms shooting up in exaggerated excitement. "Boys Gone Wild rocks!" he shouted, voice cracking mid-sentence, hips thrusting forward to make his softening cock bounce for the camera.

Mack clicked off the camera with a practiced flick of her thumb, the red light dying instantly. Her saccharine smile softened into a maternal one as she tucked the camera under her arm like a football. "Great job, kiddo," she cooed, tossing him a towel. "Better than I expected—that’ll definitely make the commercial reel." Her free hand ruffled his damp hair, fingers lingering just long enough to make him blush. "Now go get dressed before you catch a cold."

Skids caught the towel clumsily, his grin slipping as he wrapped it around his waist. "Wait, so we're done? Like done done?" he asked. “You’re not really gonna show that on the commercials? Like… my mom sees those." His fingers twisted in the towel's frayed edge, torn between pride and panic.

Mack popped the camera's battery out with a practiced flick of her thumb, tossing the drained one into her bag before slotting in a fresh one. "Well, not all of it, kiddo," she said, flashing him a conspiratorial wink. "We can't show your dick on TV. That's just for the DVDs. But that ollie you did while mooning me? Adorable. And when you looked right into the lens and said, ‘I’m a good boy!’” She snapped her fingers. "That’s gonna sell."

Johnny’s fingers dug into the towel, his throat tightening as his stomach dropped. "Wait—fuck—my mom’s gonna kill me," he blurted, voice cracking as his damp curls shook. "Can’t you just like... delete that?"

Mack's smirk faded into something almost sympathetic as she tucked the camera away. "No way, buddy. You signed a contract—and I got quotas to meet." She leaned in, lowering her voice. "Five horny kids minimum per day, or I don't get my paycheck." Then, softer: "But hey—it's no big deal. Everyone knows, guys do dumb shit when they're hard. And remember, you’re getting more than enough cash for a new board. Get something nice that’ll make the other guys jealous. Hell, maybe you can convince one of your friends to come in here and jerk off, then you won’t have to shoulder it alone.”

Johnny thoughtfully rubbed the towel over his damp curls. "Hey… did you really meant all that stuff about my... y'know... being big?"

Mack looked down at Johnny’s softening cock. She shrugged. "Honestly? Not porn-star huge, but definitely above average for your age and I’ve seen enough of them to know. But more importantly it a nice shape too—really nice to look at, birthmark included." She put a hand on his face and rubbed his cheek with her thumb. He closed his eyes and his head tilted slightly into her hand. She let him have the moment before getting back to work. "Now quit fishing for compliments and put your shorts on—I got to find three more twerps to film before sunset."

Johnny exhaled sharply through his nose, shoulders relaxing slightly. He searched for his discarded clothes with renewed energy. "Yeah, okay," he muttered, stepping into his boxers. The fabric snagging briefly on his damp thighs before he yanked them up over his tender prick.

Mack pulled a crisp envelope from her back pocket, fanning out five fifties with a theatrical flourish. "Since you went full-frontal and delivered a money shot you get the full $250. Want us to mail you the DVD when it drops?"

Johnny’s fingers crumpled the cash slightly as he shoved it in his pocket. "I dunno?” he mumbled. “Like, do I really want to see that?" His cheeks burned imagining his mom finding the DVDs under his bed and then seeing her son's soapy stiffy in hi-def. The thought made his stomach twist.

Mack snorted. "Of course you wanna see it," she teased. "You gave a great performance—plus you can compare how you stand up against the other boys." She winked. “Just write down your address. Don’t worry it’s shipped in a plain envelope, no one will know you got it.”

Johnny hesitated, chewing his bottom lip before snatching the pen from Mack's fingers. "Fine, okay—yeah, send it," he muttered, scribbling his home address in messy block letters across the release form. “I’d be lying if i said I wasn't curious... About what I look like! Not the other boys!”

Mack smirked. Boys were so predictable "Oh honey, every boy peeks at the other guys—it's natural! Curiosity’s the whole point—why do you think girls buy these DVDs?" Her laugh was warm as she tucked the signed form away. "Now scram—I’ve got to hunt down another horndog preteen."

"Yeah, okay… thanks, I guess," he muttered over his shoulder, voice trailing off as he pushed open the bus door. The afternoon sun hit his face like a slap, his skin still pink from the warm shower and from Mack’s compliments. Compliments? She did seem sincere when she told him he had a nice dick. But she’d also talked him into jerking off on camera and then kicked him out on the street with a handful of cash. His head was swimming in conflicting worries questions.

Mack watched him go. She smiled slightly. He had been a good catch. Cute face, nice body, gorgeous cock and a deliciously boyish mix of bravado and nervousness. And best of all she hadn’t needed to lie to him or promise anything more than she had delivered. Oh sure she left out a few things. Like the fact that women accounted for only a meager 23 percent of sales and most of the people watching his little show would be men old enough to be his dad. Or the fact that even if his mom never saw the DVD, there was a pretty high chance one of his friends moms, or teacher or extended family would come across the commercial and buy the DVD to see what their little Johnny was packing. Would they tell his mom out of concern, or keep it to themselves and use it to get Johnny to give them a private show. Oh well, not her concern. That was something Johnny would have to navigate on his own. At least he’d have a nice new skateboard to do it with.

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Six months later Johnny was up late watching TV. Some late-night mediocre comedy with the volume down so low he could barely hear it. He didn’t want to wake his mom and his little sister Suzie. He was waiting. It came on pretty reliably after 11pm. At least two or three times an hour. The new Boys Gone Wild commercial. He was in it, just as Mack had predicted. Not the skateboard trick, but later, in the bus, when he looked up at Mack with a grin and said, “I’m a good boy!” Then he winks. He didn’t remember doing that but there it is on camera, being replayed around 20 times a night. A cheeky grin on his face, hair all wet and in his eyes, soapy suds sliding down his smooth chest… And that was just this channel, it played on dozens.

The DVD had arrived a couple weeks ago. They didn’t have a DVD player, so he’d had to take it over to Jason’s house to watch it. It was a little embarrassing to have to watch it with his best friend. At least, he rationalized, Jason had already seen him jerk off before. They joked about the other boys on the disk, about how goofy they seemed as they flirted with the girls behind the camera. Johnny sometimes recognized Mack’s voice but there were a couple other women’s voices on the video, women who had been paid to coerced other boys. About an hour in they reached Johnny’s segment and watched it in silence, then paused the vid after to talk. Jason assured him that his dick was one of the bigger ones they had seen, especially for his age. Some of the boys were 13 or 14. There was a couple 11 year olds too. Johnny asked if Jason would hold on to the disc, he had no use for it at home and wanted to make sure his mom never saw it. Jason shrugged and agreed. Once in a while Johnny wondered if his friend had watched the video since. And if so, how many times?

Of course everyone at school found out about it within a week of the commercial drop. As soon as one kid, an eighth grader named Jeremiah, saw it one night, the word spread like wildfire. Most kids didn’t have a chance to see it for themselves but enough of them did that could do a decent imitation of him that it felt like everyone had seen it. He was pretty sure from how some of the teachers smirked when he made eye contact with him that first week that they had seen it too.

It was a mixed bag, this notoriety. There was a lot of mocking imitations—“I’m a good boy!”—directed his way, as well as whispers of what else he must have done. After all, the commercial shows that he’s in a shower, so he must be naked right? Johnny played it cool whenever he was asked directly, and even if someone managed to get a hold of the DVD, no kid at school would cop to having watched it. Sure, Johnny might seem a little foolish for letting himself get filmed naked, but the sick deck he was riding seemed like an ok trade for your modesty to many boys. As for the girls, he couldn’t quite tell if they looked down on him as a fool or were intrigued by his new air of mystery. But then again girls never really made sense to him before so that was nothing new.

Of course it was only a matter of time before someone’s little brother or sister told Suzie about it. She didn’t seem to understand or care but she told his mom, and she spent a whole hour grilling him about it. He was less than honest, only admitting to taking a shower. She asked him why and he explained that his board had just broken and he wanted the money. $250 seemed a decent payout for just getting naked. He reminded her about the time him and Jason got caught after daring each other to streak to the end of the block. Eventually she gave up, accepting that her son had signed the contract intentionally and whatever damage was done was done. Johnny was thrilled to have gotten away with it so easily. Still, every time she walked into his room while he was changing, or into the bathroom while he was in the shower and he rushed to cover himself, she simply commented that if anyone who paid $29.99 was allowed to see her son’s naked body, surely his own mother was too. He didn’t have any argument for that, so he gradually got used to his mom’s new familiarity with looking at his junk.

All things considered, he’d escaped relatively unscathed. Except for one thing.

The next commercial break came on. Johnny glanced around making sure no one in the house was stirring. He pushed down the boxers he was wearing to bed that night and started to stroke himself. Then the commercial started, various boys he’d never met but whose faces had become familiar filled the screen. His dick already surging to a full erection. Then he saw it, his bare chest, his grinning face… “I’m a good boy!” He pumped his dick and closed his eyes, thinking about all the women who must have bought the DVD. He wished he knew the number. He fantasized about Ms. Woodlyn, his English teacher, who always had a grin on her face when he walked up to her desk with a question. He fantasized about Tania, the 8th grader with the biggest breasts, watching the DVD and see him stroke his stiff cock for the camera. He thought about such things a dozen times a day or more. Every woman he passed in the street who made eye contact with him made him wonder if she had seen the video and then made him wish that they had. The commercial was over, but Johnny milked out his precum, spread it around his swollen glans and stroked himself imagining different women watching him. Mack. His teachers. Friends’ moms. Aunts and cousins. Even his own mom. He bit his bottom lip to keep quiet as he climaxed, pulling up his shirt to (unsuccessfully) avoid spraying his cum on it. He was panting as the last of his seed flowed out. Then he turned off the TV, leaving himself wet with his own jizz, boxers around his knees, catching his breath in the dark. “Fuck,” he whimpered to himself.

Deep down he knew he had been changed. This was what he wanted now. Needed. And it was only a matter of time before he found a girl or woman who wanted him that way—naked and ready to obey.

[NudeBaG]

Wow!
Would love to see more ‘segments’ be made by Mack.
Maybe include a female audience around the boys’ age?

Great story!

[DavyBoy]

Aww thanks! I've never tried writing a story like this. I'm really glad you liked it. I was a little worried because it's relatively light on the humiliation compared to most stories on here. I'm planning to write more chapters as life allows. I love the idea of having a few girls the same age as the boy witnessing the show live! I also have an idea for a chapter where a boy is actually brought in by his own mom.

[NickTwisp]

Enjoyed this story & actually like that it's not too extreme. The subject endures a milder form of embarrassment which may actually cause him to seek more of the same.

[Barely2]

Thanks for the great story DavyBoy. Very well done & believable. And would like to echo NickTwisp's previous comment, I feel the same way.

[lovestosplooge]

This is amazing. A very unique story concept. All the manipulation by Mack to get him to do this was my favorite part: The signing of the release, her compliments, and her not mentioning it's mostly men who will buy the DVD.

10/10 story.

[NudeBaG]

Aww thanks! I've never tried writing a story like this. I'm really glad you liked it. I was a little worried because it's relatively light on the humiliation compared to most stories on here. I'm planning to write more chapters as life allows. I love the idea of having a few girls the same age as the boy witnessing the show live! I also have an idea for a chapter where a boy is actually brought in by his own mom.

I hope you keep going with this

[NudeBaG]

The set up for this story is perfect for exploring all different types of boys and types of situations

[TeenFan]

Awesome first story.
I can see the exhibitionist in the boy building up.
Every time he's around girls now he'll be imagining stripping for them.

Johnny and Jason could do a video shoot together. Boys Gone Wild should have more than one boy in the segment.
Perhaps Jason is more of a shower...where Johnny is the "Showoff".

Great work, and I want to see more.

[DavyBoy]

Yall are so kind and supportive. Thank you for all the comments, I do appreciate it. I definitely plan to have a few different boys in front of Mack's lens. Suggestions are totally welcome. I'm working on the second chapter but life is awfully complicated these days so it'll be a week or two before I can get it done. And I do like the idea of having Johnny back, maybe to see how far he's progressed in a year. I know Jason would love to see his friend pushed even further.