Porn Camp
Copyright© 2026 by Phil Brown
Chapter 28: 4X4’s and iPhones
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 28: 4X4’s and iPhones - “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
Monday 7/27
Crystal was at the table making out a grocery list when I came down for breakfast.
“Good morning,” I told her cheerfully.
“Right back at you,” she replied without looking up.
I was about to finish my coffee when she looked up.
“Ryan, school starts next Monday. Do you have everything you need?”
“I probably need to pick up a few things this week. My backpack has my old school’s logo on it as well as a few of my t-shirts. I’ll try to get to it soon,” I told her.
“Uh ... Ryan?” she started again, hesitantly. “Your dad and I were talking ... and ... well, how would you feel about selling us your car and you getting something new? Better? I don’t know. Dave said we’d pay you for the Camry and help you with a new car. It’s just that we need something for Peyton to drive the others to school now.”
“I’ll find me something in the next few days. Tell Dad to take care of the title and tags and such and to get any money he needs out of my account. The Camry’s due for an oil change soon, but everything else should be okay,” I told her.
“I really appreciate this, Ryan. Peyton having reliable transportation will save me a couple of trips a day now that I’ve gone back to regular hours at the clinic.”
“Just make sure she takes care of Madison,” I told her as I got ready to leave.
Crystal just stared at me with a thoughtful expression as I walked out the door.
Don was standing in the large vestibule outside Studio Eight when I walked in, talking with a couple of directors.
“Welcome back, stranger!” he called out when he saw me.
“Thanks. Where’s your boss?”
Don got a puzzled look on his face. He owned this studio. At least 49% of it.
“Lorena. Where’s your wife?” I clarified.
He just nodded his head down the hall as he tried not to smile at me.
“Have you talked to Brad lately,” I asked after Lorena hugged my neck and saying that they had missed me.
“Eric. He told me how you were responsible for getting us ten Eastern European models for a few days and how we had to provide partners and scenes for nine of them. I’m going to be coming to you for ideas.”
“Okay. Have you got anything on tap for me today?” I asked.
“I figured with the week they had for you in Vegas, I’d go lite on you today,” she grinned. But if you’re up to it, I’ve got a late scene tonight that hasn’t been cast yet. It’s in Malibu.”
“I’m down for it if you need me,” I told her. “What sort of scene is it?”
“Surfing. But the action will be inside the house,” she explained. “And wait until you see this house. It’s beautiful. Don and I wanted to buy it, but we just couldn’t run the numbers at the time. I just wish we’d had you then. We’d have bought that baby in a heartbeat!”
She handed me the call sheet and said she’d see me tomorrow.
My next task was a visit to the Credit Union that managed my trust. I needed to arrange a car loan. While I was talking to the estate manager, she asked me what kind of car I was going to buy.
“I have no idea. This just came up this morning,” I told her.
“New or used?” she asked. “Used is smarter, but new smells better. It least for the first few weeks.”
“I guess used. I just don’t know where to start.”
“If you’ve got a minute, come with me,” she instructed. Then she led me out a side door to the parking lot in the back of the credit union.
“See that row of cars over there? Those are all repo’s.”
“Repo’s?”
“They were all repossessed due to the owner’s failure to pay for them on time. We usually collect several, and then hold an auction. It’s almost time for our next auction, but if you see one you like, I’ll see what I can work out.”
The first one to catch my eye was a bright yellow Corvette. However, after deliberating for a few minutes, I decided it was impractical. Then I spotted a one (about to be two) year old Toyota Tundra 4X4 pickup. The first thought in my mind was the move we had just made to Crystal’s house and how I had wished for a pickup.
The estate manager, whose name was Ms. Randall, let me sit in it and even drive it around the block.
“You need to have your mechanic check it out,” she advised.
So I called my dad.
He was there in 5 minutes because the credit union was next door to Lockheed. He did all the typical dad things including taking it for a spin. Then he spent a few minutes under the hood and even scooted under the frame, in his good shirt no less. Checking out a truck was serious business, I guess.
“The sticker is still in the glovebox and this baby listed last year for $42k. It only has a little over 7,000 miles on it, which is considered low. So her asking price of $38,500 is a little higher than normal. I’d think it should go for around $32k, but it is a 4X4 with the premium trim package. So ask her what the blue book on it is,” Dad instructed.
Ms. Randall had stood there and heard his entire epilogue and simply said, “Your dad’s right. Why don’t we put in an offer of $32k and see what the board wants to do. I’m sure that it helps that you are a long term customer of the credit union and I know that sometimes the board will use the ‘outstanding balance owed’ as a starting price, instead of book value.”
I took my dad to lunch at a nearby Arby’s to thank him for his time and told him what I thought the Camry needed for Peyton to drive it.
My dad’s cell phone rang and it was the president of the credit union. He was just checking the facts on the purchase of the Tundra and wanted dad to co-sign the loan.
My dad suggested he check and see just who had the largest balance in the credit union, him or me. The president was back quickly with a professional ‘never mind’, and explained that I could pick up the truck in an hour.
Dad stayed with me and we stopped at the mall for a backpack and some new clothes. It was a wasted 20 minutes because I didn’t find anything I liked. Then we went back to the credit union.
This is where I was glad to have my dad with me. This was my first vehicle and he guided me through it. He then gave me his insurance agent’s name and number and made me call him. I had forgotten about insurance, but dad’s agent made arrangements to draft the payments out of my account every six months.
Ms. Randall also took care of the sale of my Camry to my dad, suggesting I sell it for $100 and ‘other considerations’.
“Okay, you take the truck and I’ll drive the Camry and I’ll see you back at the house,” Dad said.
“I have to work tonight. I’m shooting a scene in Malibu,” I told him.
“Well, don’t wake me up when you come in. I’m going to have Crystal drive me in tomorrow morning since my car is still in the Lockheed lot.”
Aren’t Dad’s wonderful!
I stopped at Jiffy Lube and had the fluids changed, even if he said they didn’t really look that bad. It’s a peace of mind thing. Live with it.
Then it was Costco to fill up on gas and then check on some better knit shirts for school. I decided I was getting too old for t-shirts all the time. I also found a sturdier backpack and some better athletic shoes. The shoes cost me more than I normally pay, but I wanted some that would look cool on camera. Even if all I was doing is kicking them off.
I stopped by the free ATM machine and tried my new debit card from Wells Fargo. Holy Tamole! I had over twenty thousand dollars in my new account. In fact the only place that I had given out the account information was at Lancelot Studios.
It was getting late and I needed to head to Malibu, but I stopped at the first Wells Fargo branch, went inside and got a print out of my account. Then I headed to Malibu.
My phone said 36 miles, but I knew, with traffic it would take every bit of an hour and a half. And normally I hate the drive through Malibu Canyon, but today, I actually had a blast, trying out my new (to me) truck on the curvy road. When I turned on Pacific Coast Hwy instead of Malibu Rd, I realized that I was playing with the big boys today.
The houses on Malibu Road are nice. Very nice. And they are located right on the beach. But they almost touch each other. Across the street, just a few hundred feet further inland, and up the hill, the houses are set on multi-acre compounds. Giant castles with more luxuries abounding than the mind can comprehend.
Two uniformed police officers checked my name against their list and waved me through. I saw enough film equipment trucks to satisfy a Rams game.
Parking, I quickly saw several people I knew and went to say hi. Tim and Wilford both quickly noticed I was not in my usual Camry, and I was forced to show them my new 4X4 pickup. (It’s a guy thing). I hadn’t even tried to shift it into 4 wheel drive yet, but I talked like a long haul trucker as I showed them all thru the cab and under the hood.
Carla was the director for this shoot. I had met her, but never worked with her. I thought her to be over thirty, but she kept her tight body toned and I always appreciated big titties, so I had always appreciated her from afar.
“We’ll start with pictures of you in your trunks holding your surfboard. Start facing the beach, then, we’ll wet you down and have you look like you’re just getting back. There’s nothing out there to suggest you didn’t just walk up from the beach. I’ll use those shots in the opening montage,” she instructed. Sounded to me like she knew her stuff. Now we’d see if she knew her people.
That’s when I met the actress. Her stage name was Donna Devine. Her real name was Sydney. I almost stopped the scene and called Lorena to see if she was legal. She didn’t look a day over 14.
“Not really doubting you, but did you actually check her age?” I said softly to Carla.
“Not really. But I was there the day she was born and I have fed her a bottle and changed her diaper more times than I can count,” she said with a chuckle. “I wasn’t trying to pull one over on you, but she asked for this shoot and when I told Lorena, she chuckled and said you’d probably balk when you saw her.”
“Well, she got that right,” I sighed.
“She also said I probably shouldn’t tell you that she’s never done a scene before. This is her first. And she warned me not to tell you that she is a virgin!”
“What?” I cried and literally grabbed her phone to call Lorena.
Carla and several of the crew were laughing their asses off and I began to smell a rat.
“I said she told me not to tell you that. Mostly because it’s not true. But I don’t always do what I’m told. And Lorena will love it when I show her the footage!” Carla laughed again.
I had recently realized that laughter on the set was usually a good thing, even if I was the butt of the joke. So I laughed it off, forgive the pun, and went to talk to Sydney.
Sydney was young in appearance, and makeup and hairstyle and her bikini had all added to the deception. I’m sure the camera would also enhance that deception as well. But as long as the attorneys had those little signed forms on file, I didn’t care how old she looked.
The story was that she had been hiding out in random beach houses and tonight just happened to be in my house, lucky me. She then perpetuated the age myth by announcing that she had just turned fourteen.
Young girls do not particularly turn me on. That’s why I have not been in a rush to bed my 14 year old step sister. But I’ll admit there is a market for it and again I’ll state that as long as it’s legal, I’ll do my job and not complain too vociferously.
As we settled into the bed where she’s explaining why she is moving from beach house to beach house, she drops her voice to a whisper and says, “You know, I’m going to have to give up playing 12 year old Lolita’s soon. My boob’s have started to grow.”
I stopped and just stared at her.
“Cut,” her sister (the director) yelled. “Damnit, Reggie! You have to stay in character! Okay, from the break. Action!”
How can she talk while we’re filming? It’s called dubbing. And with digital film, dubbing is easy, practical, and often necessary. So all you have to do is act like you are talking or listening or paying attention or even lusting after someone, and the words can be added in post (post editing). Just as long as the motions mirror the dialogue.
I’ve personally had so little dialogue in my shoots that the editors can literally pick it up from the raw footage. Whereas, the majority of the dialogue that the lead actress might have, has to be taped in studio, after the shoot, and then inserted in the appropriate places.
Oh the wonders of modern digital recording!
Just in case you’re wondering, that’s also how Directors can yell instructions to the actors and not have that show up on the final cut. They just have to know exactly when to speak. (See my first shoot for reference.)
And while Sydney’s body looked 14, her mind and soul were definitely older.
“Carla said that in my next scene with you, I can try anal...” she whispered while I was slowly sliding my cock in for the first time. She was trying to shock me into breaking character.
But this time I was ready.
“After we finish this, maybe we could do the sequel,” I whispered.
She grinned evilly but figured it out and knocked off the silly nonsense. I usually liked cutting up, but not so much on set, now that I knew the actual costs in dollars and cents that a delay could cost.
And for such a small body with proportional titties, Sydney’s pussy seemed to swallow me up. I was bumping her pubic bone on the third or fourth thrust. But she was obviously ready for me and seemed to be loving it. She really was a little doll, but we never made an emotional connection so the whole shoot didn’t seem that good to me.
The sun was setting and I made it home in less than an hour.
Heather was waiting and debriefed me in bed. I was thankful because I was really seeking an emotional connection after the day I’d had. So much so that I didn’t even tell her about the new truck.
Tuesday 7/28
“New truck?” Heather asked when she got in to ride to the studio with me.
“Yeah, Dad and Crystal bought the Camry for Peyton to drive.
“It’s nice!” she said as she looked around and began fiddling with all the knobs, buttons, and levers. “You must be doing pretty good at your part time job.”
“This came out of my inheritance,” I answered. I knew what she was asking. “However, I did score a big one in Vegas. I helped Eric close a big deal on a new studio.”
“How did you do that?” she asked.
So as we drove, I told her the story of Dani Berringer. And while Eric had never said it was confidential, I did ask Heather to keep it quiet. But out of everything I told her, the thing that grabbed her attention was Dani’s sister.
“So. You’re going to fuck another virgin? On camera?”
“Uh ... Yeah ... I guess,” I replied. That had been the farthest thing from my mind.
“When?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. They’re all supposed to be here in a couple of weeks.”
“That means I probably won’t get much work while they’re here,” she sighed. “I guess it’s a good thing I start my period about then.”
I had never thought about it from her point of view. I mean they had taught us about women missing one week a month of work and that meant they only got to work 75% of the time a man could work. On the other hand, women made two to three times the money when they did work, and they even got to come three times as much as men. So maybe it wasn’t entirely unfair.
“What? No donuts this morning?” Juan teased when I pulled in.
“Couldn’t afford ‘em. New truck payments!”
“Oh yeah. That’s nice!” he said as he stepped back to look it over.
“Boy’s and their toys!” Heather huffed. “Come on! We’re late!”
“How’ed it go at the beach?” Lorena asked with a smirk.
I was sure she had already talked to Carla.
“Same ole, same ole,” I told her without cracking a smile.
“Oh...?” she mused.
“You know, I found out when I was in Vegas just exactly how much it cost to interrupt a session in lost time and revenue.”
“Oh.” She said it again as she caught what I was saying.
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