Farmer Brown

It was my first job real and I was excited as hell. I’d moved to Chicago
just after graduation. I’d found a big room with a kitchen in a rundown
house in the old warehouse district on the Southwest side of town.
The room was dumpy but it was cheap. As I walked by this old warehouse
just down from my rooms I saw an old geezer putting a sign out on the fence.
The were posting a for a job. All it said was Box Boy wanted. I needed a job
and with my room just around the corner from the warehouse this job would
be perfect. I could walk to work. Calling to the guy that had put up the
sign he turned and asked what the fuck did I want. Stammering I said I
wanted to be there box boy. Looking me up and down he asked if even I
knew what the fuck kind of job I was applying for.

Giving me a withering look I confessed I didn’t know anything about
anything, I’d just graduated from high school and this would be my first
job. He began slowly rubbing his crotch as he looked me up and down.
Then he asked just how bad I wanted this job. Shit I thought, getting a
job was just like getting a passing grade in high school. All you had to
do was suck or fuck the damn teachers. It didn’t matter if it was a man
or women they all wanted young hot. I knew damn well what this old
fart wanted. Well, at least he wasn’t old and withered like Mrs. Morrison
my English teacher. I bet the old man could still pop a good load.
Looking up into his eyes I said I wanted this job real bad and I was
ready to do anything to get it. And evil smile spread across his face and
he told me to follow him and he would see what he could do for me.

Halfway down this long corridor where he said his office was his other
man came into the hall. Stopping us he asked were we were going.
Stammering I said I was applying for the box boy job and this guy was
taking to back to apply for it. Grabbing my arm and calling me a dumb
shit he told me to follow him and he would give me an application and I
could fill it out. As I sat in his office filling out the application I ask
who that old guy was that was taking me in back. Shit you mean Old
Jack. Today is his last day and god only knows what he was going to do
with you, probably try to fuck your ass. We don’t give a dam who he
fucks but he is getting sacked because he screws them here in the plant
on our time. We run a business here not a whore house and we don’t
want some lawsuit from an outraged parent for him fucking underage
kids. Besides if we don’t film it we can’t use it.

Looking over my application he asked if that was my real age and when
I nodded yes he said I was hired. Telling me I could start today and to
follow him and he would explain my new duties to me. We walked
passed what looked like room after room of stage settings.
Looking at him questionably I ask what they made here. Laughing he
told me he make fuck films here. Then groping me he said I had a big
cock and if I liked to fuck they might even use me in one of the films.
Then he told me to think about it that acting in porno films paid good.
Coming to a big area that had a box making machine, a computer that
prints out labels and stacks of orders. Picking up an order from the stack
he explained that I would pack and ship the porno films that were
ordered by those various bookstore customers.

As he moved between the racks of Videos pulling the ones that were
listed on the order he explained how and were to get the packing stuff I
needed. He filled one of the orders then putting them in a box added
foam pellets taping and labeling the box. Then he said to file the invoice
for billing. Now kid do you think you got that? Stammering I said I
thought I could handle it, then blushing I ask when I could interview for
making a film. Chuckling he said sure, telling me to try to look sexy
and start grinding and stripping. Looking around I ask here? Now?
Look Box Boy, I own this place, I pick the studs that get to fuck, and I
decide who fucks and who gets fucked. If you don’t want to show off
your stuff you’re not ready for the film world.

He turned to go I told him to wait a minute. Then slowly I began to peel
my leather jacket. Raising my arms and mussing my hair I began
humping and pumping as I slipped out of my T. Then unbuttoned my
jeans I kicked my shoes off trying to make it look as suggestive as
possible. As I stripped he stood there smiling saying not bad kid you’ve
got a great body for sex. Then dropping my jeans I began to wiggle out
of my skivvies. My cock was now hard as a rock and bouncing around
like mad. That’s when I began again with the bumps and grinds sinking
to my knees. Just showing off to him was getting me horny as hell. I
was beginning to want someone to fuck. That’s when I ask him if he
had a bitch and I would really show him how well I could fuck.