Porn Camp
Copyright© 2026 by Phil Brown
Chapter 25: Slayer of Dragons
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 25: Slayer of Dragons - “On behalf of Adult Entertainment Industries and Lancelot Productions, you have been selected to join us for three weeks of extensive training for positions throughout the adult entertainment industry.” The letter began and so too did the adventure. Come join Ryan Owens, a typical eighteen year old high school senior for the fantasy of a lifetime.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Nudism
Saturday
My alarm clock was showing 6:20am when I opened my eyes.
Peyton was sitting on my bed again, one leg tucked back under her as usual, still in a basketball jersey, UCLA this time, but this time she was sans panties, displaying her smooth-shaven little beaver to me. I figured that maybe she didn’t have any panties that matched the Bruin’s blue and gold.
“You awake?” she whispered.
“Depends,” I replied.
“On what?”
“On what you want,” I told her. “I doubt that you want sex. I saw the cute guy you were hanging on to at the movies last night.”
I had taken Madison to a movie and out for ice cream last night and Peyton had come along with a high school boy that was one of her friends’ brother.
“Oh ... we didn’t do anything. He’s just a freshman and had never been on a date before. My friend Jenny promised to do me a favor if I’d take her little brother out one time.”
“So ... you ARE looking for sex?” I queried.
“Not really. I think I’m about to start and I feel really bloated. I wanted to ask you a favor though.
“A favor?”
“Melissa Sexton, who’s on the cheer squad with me, wants to go out with you sometime. She’s a senior and she saw your picture from Mom’s wedding and thinks you’re really cute.”
“So you’re playing cupid now?” I asked.
“Not really. I don’t really care who you date. But if you do it, Melissa will owe me a favor. And it’s always good to have a senior owing me a favor.”
“Hmmm,” I muttered as I thought about what I wanted to say. “Tell you what. Let’s go to your room and let me show you a video. Then I want to ask you a favor.”
“Why my room?”
“Because I don’t want to wake Heather.”
“Okay ... I guess.”
I eased out of bed, grabbed my shorts and my laptop and followed her across the hall. I had never been in her room before, and I noticed that she closed the door to the bathroom she shared with the twins before sitting down on her bed.
I sat beside her, opened my computer and went straight to Lancelot’s website. The video of me and Anastasia had been posted yesterday. I opened it and let it began playing without a word.
After about five minutes, just past the part where it showed her hymen, I reached up to close the laptop.
“Don’t!” she cried as she grabbed the laptop from my hands. “I wanna see!”
I let her have it and went back across the hall. There, I did what I had to in the bathroom, dressed, and went back to Peyton’s room. She was still staring at the computer, her hand delicately caressing her breast under her jersey.
“This is hot!” she exclaimed when she noticed me.
I gently eased the laptop from her hands, but her eyes never left the screen until I closed it.
“Hey! Not cool!” she cried. “I was watching that. And you know I don’t have access to stuff like that on my computer!”
“I’ll leave it with you if you promise not to go anywhere else on the site and if you’ll do me a favor.”
“What?”
“Well ... the girl in the video’s name is Anastasia and they paid her a $5,000 bonus to do that video. Now I’m looking for another 18 year old to do another video like that one.”
“$5,000?
“Plus the fee for shooting. Probably more than $6,000 total, for about three hours work. That’s more than two thousand dollars an hour.”
“And they get to fuck you too?” she asked.
“Definitely!”
“Damn!” she said suddenly. “I wish now I had waited until I was eighteen. I would have fucked you for $6,000.”
“Well, if you can find me someone, there might be a finders fee in it for you. Maybe $1,000.”
“A thousand dollars?”
“Yeah. But you have to be very discreet. No one else can know. If they find out before we shoot it, all bets are off.”
“Hmmm,” she muttered as she contemplated. “I might know of someone. Two someone’s actually. I need to check and see if they are eighteen and are really virgins. I mean, they said they were, but one of them may have been lying.
“Well, you can never let your sisters or your mother know. And they would have to be willing to lose their virginity on film, with me. And you can see that it would be posted on the internet for all their friends to see.”
“Yeah. But that was beautiful! Any girl would love for their first time to be a fairytale like that!” she exclaimed.
“I’ll get you a memory card with the whole scene on it. Just be careful who you show it to, okay?”
“Okay, but can I finish watching the one on your laptop? And will you stay with me and rub my pussy while I watch?”
No one else was up and Eva didn’t work on the weekends usually, so that meant drive-thru breakfast. I chose Cinnabon’s and a sausage burrito to go with my coffee and dropped the Cinnabon’s off with Juan on the way in.
“Hey!” I said as I sat down in front of Don’s desk with the rest of my coffee. “Does my status or whatever allow me to have a copy of the scene I did with Anastasia on Wednesday?”
“Depends on what you’re going to do with it,” he replied. He was being cagey. I think my question about Lorena performing again had spooked him.
“I want to discreetly show it to one or two people who are eighteen and may still be virgins. I thought a copy would be better than giving them access to my Lancelot account.”
“Will you be physically with them while you show it?” he asked.
“Not really practical,” I told him.
“What about a couple of free, one time access codes that are good for 24 hours?”
“That might work. Could I still get one copy of the scene for my personal use? I promise that I will never let it out of my possession.”
“Let me see what I can arrange,” he said as he jotted down some notes. Then he shuffled through some papers on his desk.
“Lorena is not here today so I’m riding herd on you. The first call sheet has you in Studio Eight with someone called Victoria Dempsey. She wanted to re-enact the ‘Happy Birthday’ scene you taped at porn camp. But Lorena didn’t promise her or anything,” Don explained. “And just so you know, we have a skeleton crew today, so no fancy stuff or lots of extras.”
Soon, Don and I headed down to Studio Eight. Simon was there with Victoria and introduced us.
“I understand that you’ve seen ‘The Birthday Card’” I said. “Unfortunately, that scene is copyrighted by AEI and we cannot duplicate it.”
“That’s okay. I really just wanted to know what the card said that caused her to give that performance. She was wild!” Victoria said.
“That information is also copyrighted and they paid a lot of money to insure that it remains a secret. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll tell the world,” I told the girl.
“Well, we can only hope.”
I led her over to a couple of set chairs and offered her something to drink. She passed on that as she sat down.
“Well, Victoria, tell me about yourself,” I told her.
“Well, my real name is Alice McWilliams and my grandparents are from County Devonshire in Ireland. They came over in 1970.
“My dad works for Waste Management and my mum’s a school teacher. I have three younger sisters, and no brothers. I got involved in porn when my mum caught me shagging with a neighbor boy and tried to kick me out, but my dad wouldn’t let her. I still live at home, but my mum rarely speaks to me.”
“She grew up in the south to real religious parents that my dad don’t see eye-to-eye with, so we don’t see her side of the family much. My dad’s folks live in the same house with us and my grandma treats me real good. She tells my mum that it’s my life to live.”
“How long have you been doing porn?”
“I started about a year ago because I needed the money, but I haven’t worked very regular like. I don’t think most producers like my accent.”
“And what do they say your best features are?”
“I guess most of ‘em say it’s me tits,” she said as she hefted them. “They all seem to like them.”
She was very well endowed.
“But what do you think is your best feature?”
“My eyes!” she said without hesitation as she looked right at me. “And I love to fuck!”
“Simon, can you get the barn scene set up. We can just use the backdrop if you have some haybales and maybe the odd tractor implement or two.”
“Cindy, get her a sexy farmer’s girl outfit. You know, cutoff overalls with a cropped tee shirt. No bra. Flats if we have them. Then strip her makeup and go back with just some light stuff around her eyes.”
“I thought he was just the actor I was doing the scene with. I didn’t know he was the director,” Victoria told Cindy as they walked away.”
I’d have liked to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.
Simon was our youngest director. He and the oldest one, Sam, let me get away with almost anything. Neither one had an ego that bruised easily. Sam had learned that if I produced a superior scene, he still got the same credit. I think he had clued Simon in as well. Either way, they often just stood aside when I began setting the scene, and when appropriate, they’d step in.
I walked away to find an old tee shirt without writing on it. I already had on old jeans.
“If you don’t help me finish, so help me I’ll bash your brains in!” Victoria whispered harshly.
“But he called ‘cut!’” I replied.
“I ... don’t ... care!” she panted as she continued to push her pussy down on my cock. “He’s not the one who’s just about to cum her brains out! Now ... fuck me!”
Let me back up about twenty minutes. Victoria Dempsey was a knockout in those cutoff overalls, one strap hanging down, a tee shirt cropped just below her nipples, exposing the bottom of her breasts, and no shoes. Her long red wavy hair, hung loosely down her back and flew everywhere when she shook her head.
And she was right. With her simplified makeup, her eyes shone in anticipation. I suspected that she was also right in that she liked to fuck.
Once we started, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster with no brakes. It was hang on for dear life and be careful not to get flung out on the curves. The only time she even slowed down is when she felt my tongue all the way up inside her pussy. She stopped and pushed herself up, looking down at her pussy. I pulled my tongue out and touched the tip of my nose, then went back to work. Her body shivered and then she too returned to fucking the shit out of my tongue.
She rocked my cock as well. The massive size didn’t even slow her down. All the time she kept muttering how she loved it. After her second cum, the director called ‘cut’.
“Are you daft, man? He ain’t cum in me yet!” she screamed and kept on going. It had been a long week for me. Not to mention the weekend before in Texarkana. I think I had finally reached a limit or something.
“If you don’t help me finish, so help me god, I’ll bash your brains in!” Victoria whispered harshly.
“But he called cut!” I told her.
“I ... don’t ... care.” She panted. “He’s not the one who’s just about to cum her brains out! Now ... fuck me.”
I hung in there and she finally came. Boy! Did she come! My ears are still ringing. Fortunately, Simon had kept filming and we got the whole thing. He even included the ‘Cut’ and her muttered threat.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” she said when we had both caught our breath.
“That was fantastic! Will you come back so we can do it again?” I asked her.
“Anytime for you, sugar.”
After my shower, I crawled up to Don’s office. He handed me an energy drink and a food bar.
“I think that one done me in,” I told Don.
“Well, you won’t mind if your last scene cancelled?”
“Thank god!”
“Yeah. We don’t generally schedule for late on Saturday afternoon. They always seem to cancel.”
“I guess I can see why...”
“Go home, Ryan. We’ll see you Monday.”
Heather laughed when I told her about Victoria, patting my head with an “Aww, poor baby.” Then she saw to it that my dinner plate was filled with spaghetti, then put me to bed, telling the girls I was out of commission for a while.
Sunday
They let me sleep in Sunday morning and so the kitchen was deserted when I finally made it down, just before noon.
Heather got me some coffee and fixed me a plate of food. Then settled down beside me while I ate.
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