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Instead of making on enormous chapter for the entire porn shoot I decided to break it up by scenes. Here's the first scene of the movie: the arrival, the warm up, and the blowjob.

Chapter 4: Hit The Lights

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We both woke up around ten the next morning, the day of the shoot. I made us a good hearty breakfast, let my son and I take a nice shower, and picked up a few things before we jumped in my car and headed out.

We arrived at Kyle's apartment complex at around 11:30 and I nervously knocked on his door. No matter how many shoots I do I still get nervous before every single one, but my son seemed more curious than nervous at the moment. I tried to leech off his attitude as I heard someone begin to open the door.

"Early as usual," I heard Kyle say as the door swung open.

"Well," I said back, "we've still got to get prepared and everything. In fact I'm actually running a bit later than I wanted to."

Kyle just gave me a smile as his gaze made it's way down to my son standing next to me. "Hey Brandon," Kyle said as friendly as possible, "I'm your dad's boss. My name's Kyle. It's nice to finally meet you." Then he added, "You ready to make a movie?"

My son partially hid himself behind me due to shyness when Kyle started talking to him, but he nodded fairly quickly after Kyle was finished with his question.

"You'll do great," Kyle added in. "Don't worry, it wont be that hard." Then his attention shifted to me as he said, "He's a good looking kid. He's going to be perfect."

"Takes after his father," I replied with a smile. I knew Brandon's cheeks were probably red with embarrassment by now, so I decided to change the subject. "Do we have to wait out here or can we come in?"

"No, come in, come in," Kyle said quickly as he moved himself out of the doorway, "just try not to trip on any of the power chords. I didn't want to overload anything so I have things plugged in all over the place. The lights themselves take up enough power to almost blow a fuse around here."

I walked in with my son closely behind me and saw quite a mess of things. There were wires coming out of literally every socket, but all of the wires eventually made their way into the bedroom. And, on top of all that, Kyle hadn't done a very good job cleaning up either. His living room was just as messy as I remembered it always being.

"Are you sure you want to shoot with everything like this?" I said as I tried not to trip over all the wires and empty Chinese food cartons.

"Sorry for the mess," Kyle replied as he closed the door, "I've been really busy getting everything together this week so I haven't had much time to clean up. But we're only shooting in the bedroom and my office anyway, so none of this is going to end up in the film."

"So," I replied, "you did turn your office into a child's bedroom after all."

"Yep", he replied kind of proudly. "I got my old bed from my parents and gathered up a few other things to finish it off. I really wanted to give it a new coat of paint, but I just didn't have the time. You'll get to see it later. Right now though we're about ready to do a test shoot. You and Brandon should get yourselves ready. You can have the bathroom all to yourselves if you need it."

I leaned in and lowered my voice before saying, "Brandon still needs to get stretched out as well. It'll take some time to get him ready to go. He's not an experienced actor and I don't want to hurt him."

Kyle thought about it for a minute before saying, "I got it. How about we do the test shoot by filming him getting stretched."

"That's probably going to be a long test," I added in. "I'm not going to rush anything."

"That's fine," Kyle replied, "we've got plenty of space for footage. Plus, it would give him a chance to get use to being in front of the cameras before the actual filming starts."

Not being able to find a decent counter-argument I said, "Alright, I guess that works." It was then I looked over to my so far silent son and said, "Come on, we've got to get cleaned up."

After we both were cleaned up and out we put our clothes back on and followed all the wires to the bedroom. Inside I saw most of the usual crew either setting things up or tuning things in.

"Hey everyone," I said as we walked in.

"Hey Jake," I heard everyone reply relatively at the same time.

"This is my son, Brandon," I said introducing him to everyone. They all greeted him as well, but in a sort of diminished, and maybe embarrassed, tone.

Kyle quickly came over to me and pulled me aside before saying, "A lot of the crew are a bit uneasy about filming this movie... for obvious reasons. Heck, Tyler didn't even want anything to do with it, so I'm going to be running the third camera since Jason is taking over the second one. But, whenever you're ready you can get up on the bed and start doing whatever you need to do. We'll start the test shoot when all of us are ready which shouldn't be long now. Just try not to make too much of a mess of the bed. I only have one spare sheet that's clean."

"Alright," I said before looking down at my son, "ready to start?"

He simply nodded his head a few times.

"Then let's go kiddo," I said as I picked him up under the armpits, spun him around a few times, and gently placed him on the bed... much the same as I had done the first time we did this. I left him sitting there for a moment as I went back to get the small duffel bag I left in the bathroom. When I got back I gently told him to get up on his hands and knees and unbutton his pants. He hesitated for a moment since there were a whole bunch of guys casually staring at him, but I leaned in and said, "Just pretend they aren't even here. I know it might seem a bit embarrassing at first, but once we start you'll forget all about them." He didn't seem to believe me all that much, but eventually he began to turn around and assume the requested position while he unbuttoned his pants. Once he was in position I gently slid his pants down around his butt and down to his knees. Since I knew we'd need to condense the stretching time to something more manageable, I decided to skip the vibrator I'd used the first time and went straight to the bumpy (knotty) toy. I grabbed it as well as the tube of lube out of the bag before returning my attention to my son. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his boxers and slowly began to drag them down as well.

The flash of a camera caught me off guard and I quickly spun around with some anger showing in my eyes. This was supposed to be me and my son's private time! No one was supposed to be witnessing this taboo event except us! How dare someone take a picture of him in such a venerable position!?!

But my anger quickly faded away as I realized what was really going on. I had been doing this for so long that I almost instantly forgot that there was an entire crew behind me when I stepped up onto the bed. We were about to shoot a porno movie. My son was about to be in that porno movie. And I'd just gotten very defensive over him for no real reason.

"Sorry," Kyle said as he checked the image on the computer screen, "I didn't mean to startle you. I was just testing the camera, and possibly getting some pictures for the DVD cover."

Feeling a little bit silly, but also still a little bit defensive, I reluctantly turned around and picked up the tube of lube. I graciously applied some to my son's tailhole while a few more camera shots went off. I tried to ignore them as best I could, but I still felt a bit annoyed by them every time I heard the click. Once I had adequately lubed up my son I turned my attention to the dildo. I lubed up the first half and gently began to push the first few bumps into my son.

The first and second ones went in fairly easily, and the third went in with a little bit of persuasion. I repeated the same procedure I had the previous time for the fourth and fifth bump, and they eventually slid in. As I was getting my son use to the fifth bump on the dildo I noticed Kyle grab a hold of the close up mini-cam and cautiously make his was over to us on the bed.

I felt that fatherly protective anger creep up in me one more time, but I quickly let it go as Kyle brought the camera in close to my son's rear end and began to film the penetration. My son perked up as he felt someone else sit down on the bed, but I gave him a few gentle reassuring pats on the back, and he began to calm down. He seemed to want to stir up again when Kyle began to move around him, but a few more gentle pats were all that it took for him to stay still. He was actually doing great for his first shoot until Kyle placed the camera in front of his face to catch his expression. Brandon began to stare into the camera which made Kyle quickly say, "Rule number one Brandon, don't look into the camera or at the camera guy. I know it's kind of hard to do, but just pretend that we're not here. It'll look a lot better in the movie if you don't stare at the people watching."

I watched Brandon nod his head slightly as he shifted his gaze back to the headboard. "That's better," Kyle said reassuringly as he shifted the camera's focus to other parts of his body.

Once I was finished with the bumpy dildo I quickly moved on to the butt-plug. I felt kind of bad that I had to skip the dragon dildo, but the entire crew was waiting on us at this point so I had to speed it up. Besides, Brandon was going to be getting a lot of action today anyway. I didn't want him to get sore before all the scenes were finished. I lubed up the plug and slowly began to insert it into him - judging by his reactions when to stop and let him rest. In order to judge when he was adequately stretched I had brought along the custom molded dildo of my own penis to test him with. It took some time, but I was finally able to fit it's entire length into my son after some work. It had been slightly easier and a whole lot quicker than the first time, that's for sure.

To give the cameras at least a little bit of a show I very slowly removed my dildo from my son's ass before spreading apart his cheeks and letting the cameras have a good look at his slightly gaping backside. Then, with a playful slap on the ass I said to my son, "You're ready to go back here kiddo. Now we've got to go see Linda and get all styled up." As my son began to slowly slide off the bed and pull his pants up I turned around to Kyle and said, "Linda's here, right?"

"She arrived half an hour ago," he replied. "She's set up her stuff in the bathroom."

"Alright," I said looking back at my son, "let's go." And with that we headed off to the bathroom.

The bathroom was just down the hall, so it wasn't long before I caught sight of her. "Hey Linda," I said as my son and I made our way inside.

"Hey Jake," she said back in her thick New York accent. Linda was a 40-something year old goose who just happened to be one hell of a stylist. She didn't just do porn movies (she actually worked in a semi-high class salon most of the time), but a few extra bucks here and there didn't hurt her. However, I think the real reason she accepted the part time job was because she really got off on seeing all the hot muscular guys naked. In fact, there were quite a few instances where she seemed to pay a little too much attention to my more private parts...

"This must be Brandon," she said quickly turning her gaze to him. She looked him over a second and said, "Don't take this the wrong way or nothin', but your son is quite the looker for a ten year old."

"Thanks," I said while not really sure how to feel about the comment.

"Let's get these clothes off and see what we've got today," Linda said while her attention turned back to both my son and I. "I've been thinkin' about how to make you look very different for a few days now, and I think I got it."

My son and I slowly removed our clothes, and soon both of us were standing there naked while Linda fished around in her bag. "First up, a little trim," she said as she got out a pair of scissors and a comb.

"Not too much," I replied quickly, "We both still need to look the same when we get back home."

"It'll just be a little trim," Linda responded. "It'll only be noticeable when I style you up." So away she went trimming up a few stray hairs here and there. She took a decent amount off of my mane which made me worry a little bit, but she assured me that no one would be able to tell. I didn't quite believe her at first, but when I looked in the bathroom mirror I was shocked to find that I couldn't really tell the difference.

My son got trimmed in a few places too, although his hair was short so it was hard to tell. He got kind of nervous when Linda leaned in to do his more private parts, but I gave him a reassuring look, and put my hand on his shoulder to calm him down a bit. He managed to make it through the experience just fine.

After the trim it was the hair gel and hair spray's turn. I rarely use the stuff since I like my hair sort of flat, but Linda came prepared with large containers full of the stuff. I was a bit nervous that I would turn out looking like a 1950's greasy hair kind of guy due to all the gel she used in my hair, but when she was finished I looked into the mirror and was impressed. My mane really had some volume to it, and I had a sort of anime-like bang thing going on. I kind of looked like I was from an 80's hair metal band, although not quite as outlandish. It actually looked kind of good on me to be honest, although I don't think I'd ever style it again like that again personally though.

She wasn't content to just do my hair and face though. She continued her styling with my chest and ab fur which I was a bit startled by. After she had run her hands over my muscles a few too many times I finally asked her what she was doing. "I'm givin' your body a different proportion," she said calmly, "You've got big shoulders and a tight little stomach, so I'm tryin' to blend them together more. The smoothness of the transition will really make your body look different. Body shape is the second thing after the face to get noticed."

I hated to admit it, but she was right. I did look very different once she was done. I looked a little less toned than I had without her treatment, but I didn't look bad at all. Again, it wasn't a style I'd like to adopt any time soon, but it did it's job.

After finishing with me she quickly moved on to my son. Since he was going to be bottoming she gave him a bit more of a feminine touch. I didn't think there was much she could do with his hair, but after giving it a good brushing and a slight parting he looked completely different. She made her way down his body and spent most of her time accentuating his hips to give him that sort of feminine hourglass look. You could still tell that he was a boy when she was done with him, but he was definitely a more feminine type of boy. I was actually a bit surprised at how different he looked with only a trim and style. If I didn't know that he was my son I might not have been able to tell.

"That should do it," Linda said before asking us to spin around one last time.

"I'm impressed," I said as Linda's beak formed into a smile. "I didn't think we could change so much with only a simple styling."

"It's all about the perspective hun," she said as she began to wash her wing tips off in the sink. "Now go knock them dead out there." And, almost as an afterthought, she added, "And it was nice meeting you cutie," to my son as we carefully put our clothes back on and walked back to the bedroom.

The moment I walked in everyone stopped their work and looked directly at me. "So Jake," Jason said to break the initial silence, "you finally decided to join that Bon Jovi tribute band, huh?"

That got a laugh out of everyone before Kyle said, "I think it looks good on you. And I definitely wouldn't have recognized you if you had shown up like that."

"Um, thanks?" I said drawing chuckles out of the rest of the crew.

"We're ready whenever you guys are," Kyle said quickly getting back into his 'Boss Mode'.

I looked down at my son who was standing next to me and said, "You nervous?"

"A little," he quietly confessed back.

"I was nervous before my first movie too," I replied comfortingly, "but just pretend that we're not actually filming anything. Just remember what we practiced and act natural. It'll be over before you know it." I gave him a small kiss on the forehead and a little pat on the butt to send him out the door and out of camera range.

Now it was my turn to get myself set up for the blowjob scene. Most of the time I didn't have trouble getting into a character (since the character description for most of them was simply "horny"), but this one was a little bit tricky. I tried to imagine what it would be like for me to lose Jill as I sat down on the edge of the bed next to the nightstand. But what really made me feel the emotion was the fact that, if this movie didn't go over well with her, I really could end up losing her...

As soon as Kyle noticed that I had gotten into character I heard him say, "Scene one. Lights... camera... action! Now, hold scene for intro music and credits... Pick up the picture Jake."

I slowly picked up the framed picture of some generic but decent looking lioness and continued to stare at it for a while as the intro to the movie played out. Although there was another lioness in the picture I quickly replaced her body and face with Jill's in my mind. It helped to make the acting easier.

"Ready Brandon?" I heard Kyle say in the opposite direction. After a moment's pause he continued with, "Three... two... one... enter."

Out of my peripheral vision I watched my son causally make his way into the room carrying a big red backpack on his back.

"Hey Dad," he said with a slight tint of nervousness in his voice, "I'm going to be late for school if we don't leave soon."

I let out a sigh while still looking at the picture and said, "I'll be there in a minute son," in a sort of depressing tone.

Brandon slowly slid off his bookbag and gently sat down next to me. He took a look at the picture and said, "I miss mom too," making sure to give that cute but sad face that he did so well.

I let out another sigh as I placed the picture back on the nightstand. "It's been two years since the accident," I said to no one in particular, "but it feels like forever."

"Hold for flash back," Kyle interrupted. There was a pause before he began to count down, "Three... two... one... action."

"I really wish she was still here," I continued to say to no one. "There's just some things that are hard to hold back for that long..."

"Like what, daddy?" Brandon said suddenly.

I pretended to be surprised that he was still listening as I struggled for what to say back to him. "Well, um..." I said breaking up the sorrowful tone of the scene so far, "there are certain... things that your mommy helped me with that only adults can do."

His ears perked up nicely as he waited to hear more. I began "searching" my mind for what to say while Kyle yelled, "Thought close-up." I continued on with the "searching myself" facial expression until Kyle said, "Three... two... one... action," once again.

With a nervous smile I turned to my son and said, "Well, there are things that adults do to each other that make them feel good. Ever since mommy died I haven't had anyone to help me do that."

"I can help you do it," my son said very innocently.

My initially shocked facial expression turned into a worried one as I said, "No, only adults can do it to each other."

"I'm an adult," my son said convincingly, "I'm almost eleven years old. I get to stay home all by myself when you go to work."

"But son..." I replied weakly.

"I can do it," my son said enthusiastically, "I know I can. Let me try it!"

"Pause for thought shots," Kyle said as the cameras zoomed in on my face once again. This time I'd be having a long conversation with myself (angel and devil style) about whether or not I should proceed. I'd have to overdub it once we were done filming. I ran through the conversation in my head as Kyle counted down the time remaining. Eventually I heard Kyle say, "Three... two... one... action!" once again, and I continued on with the scene.

"Okay," I finally relented, "there is one thing I think you can do. But you've got to promise not to tell anyone, okay?"

My son nodded eagerly.

I started to get myself hard as my hands slowly worked their way down to my pants and began to slide them off. By the time my pants had slipped down to my lower thighs I was already half hard.

"Okay son," I said back to Brandon who looked a bit surprised at what I was doing, "kneel down on the floor in front of me."

Brandon looked at me strangely for a moment, but eventually followed my instructions.

"Now," I said when he was in position, "place your hand on daddy's pee-pee."

He was a bit hesitant to do it, but after I asked him again he gently placed his hand around my almost fully hard cock.

"Ugh..." I let out when he first made contact. It was supposed to be the first contact I had with another person for two years, so I had to make it look good. "That's it son," I replied starting to breath heavy, "now move your hand up and down."

He cautiously began to follow my instructions, and as he did I let an extreme amount of pleasure take hold in my face and body. Not all of it came from strictly acting either... I endured this treatment for a short time before I added, "Now, put the tip into your mouth and suck on it."

My son stopped his treatment and looked back up at me with a confused and sort of disgusted look on his face. My character wasn't in the mood for such antics at the time though. This was his first sexual contact in two years, so getting to the release was his only objective. "Just put it into your mouth and suck on it... like a lollipop. I thought you were an adult. That's what adults do."

Eager to prove to me that he was in fact an adult he opened his mouth and slipped an inch or two of my cock inside. I let out a loud moan as my son engulfed the tip of my cock, and I let out an even louder moan when he began to suck on it. "That's it son," I managed to get out, "ohhhhhhhhh... Ugh... start moving your hand again."

He did what he was told as Kyle began to walk in with the handheld camera. Like a pro, my son didn't pay any attention to Kyle or the camera as he continued to suck on my cock. He was focused on his task and on me; nothing on the outside world mattered.

After Kyle had gotten a few good sucking shots from various angles he moved out of the way. That was my cue to say, "Now, take your tongue and start licking all over daddy's cock." Brandon's head quickly popped off my tip and his tongue eagerly came out of his mouth. He started by licking the area around my tip, but once he began to garner some "confidence" in his abilities (helped by a few vocal cues from me) he began to start exploring the entire length of my cock while his hand continued to masturbate me. Kyle came in to get a few more close-up shots before receding once again. Once he was gone, Brandon gave me a few more long licks along the entire length of my cock before he suddenly popped the tip back in his mouth.

I let out a moan at the renewed pressure on my tip and quickly said, "Move it up and down like your hand," in reference to his head. He quickly got the message and began to move around three to four inches of my cock in and out of his mouth. He managed to get ambitious a few times and ended up gagging for it, but it added to the realism of the scene. It never really phased him much anyway, and he was always willing to quickly continue on with the scene.

After Kyle had gotten a few good shots for this technique he moved away one more time. This was my cue to really begin enjoying it. I leaned back and fell backwards on the bed in a fury of gasps and moans while my son continued to bob on my cock. This was his cue to really let me have it, and to show me what he could really do as well. He waisted no time in combining everything I taught him into a nice, smooth cock-sucking experience. His licks and sucks around my head gracefully turned to licks up and down my shaft and vica-versa. He even dipped into his father's specialty area and began to play with my large balls with his other free hand. He even decided to caress my balls with his tongue while he was visiting the base of my cock. At first it was just a simple tongue bath, but he eventually managed to suck a single one into his mouth at one point. He worked it around a little bit before exchanging it for the other one and repeating the procedure. After he was finished with that treatment, he gave me a few more ball licks before focusing back on my cock.

For someone who had never had a cock anywhere near their mouth a week ago he was doing an excellent job. I barely had to accentuate my normal moans and groans to meet the film's standards. I've had worse blowjobs from people who had been in the industry for years and sucked dozens of cocks before! My son was a natural, and, as crazy as it sounds, I was actually really proud of him.

In my glazed over stupor I eventually glanced over to Kyle and saw him giving me the "wrap it up" signal. As much as I wanted my son to continue I knew we had a movie with time limits to make. I quickly sprung back up, ripped my cock out of my son's hands and mouth, and furiously began to stroke it myself right in front of his face. I had been ready to blow for some time, and my long, hard week of training with my son had left me aching for a release many times. It didn't take long for me to feel my orgasm beginning to rip through my body.

My son pretended to be a little confused shortly after I ripped my cock away from him, but he knew very well what was coming next. With a thundering roar I felt the first big jet of cum leave my cock and I watched (through mostly clenched eyes) as it hit him on his lower nose. He naturally reflexed a bit once my first shot of cum landed on him, but he took the next five or so openly all across his face. Once I was finished shooting I let my hard cock spasm a few more times before collapsing back on the bed and struggling to catch my breath.

I didn't see it personally, but my son was supposed to inspect the cum on his face curiously before climbing up onto the bed with me. After a short pause I saw the camera adjust to get the shot first before I felt the springs of the mattress sag a bit. "Do you feel better daddy?" My son asked somewhat innocently as he laid down next to me.

I gently turned my head and smiled when I saw the still cum covered face of my son laying next to me. "I sure do son," I said back in between my still deep breaths.

"I told you I could do it," he said back in the standard 'I proved you wrong' voice.

"Yeah you did," I replied as another smile crept across my face.

There was a little bit of silence before Brandon replied with, "Now I'm definitely going to be late for school though."

I reached out and placed my hand on my son's head before replying with, "Since you've done such a good job why don't you take the rest of the day off from school. I'll write you a note saying that your were helping your dad with something."

"Really?" my son replied excitedly, "thanks dad!" He then quickly bounced off the bed and ran off set.

"Just wash your face before you do anything," I yelled out to him before plopping myself back down onto the bed. I gazed up at the ceiling for another thought overdubbing portion before I finally heard Kyle yell, "And... cut! Nice job both of you!"

The room erupted with small applause as I forced myself to sit up (I was still a little dizzy from my orgasm to be honest). My son slowly walked back into the room while using a towel to wipe off his face. By the time I had zipped up my pants he was standing beside me, and his face was mostly cleaned up.

"Did I do good?" He asked as he got the last strand of cum out of his facial fur.

"Good?" I replied happily, "you did great! You did your first scene in one take. Not many people can say that. And you did an excellent job with the oral part. I'm so proud of you right now!" I grabbed him in an embarrassing hug in front of the entire crew which he partially struggled to get away from.

"Alright," Kyle said breaking up our hug, "you two need to get checked up by Linda again, and get into costume for the next scene."

"You heard the loud birdy," I said to Brandon which made him laugh, "let's go."

Kyle gave me a humorous look as I stood up and led my son out of the room.