Porn Camp
Copyright© 2026 by Phil Brown
Chapter 29: Posture
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 29: Posture - “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
Thursday 7/30
“What’s wrong with you?” Lorena asked when I walked in Thursday morning.
“Oh, I have been working on my posture. I never realized how bad it was until Maddie pointed it out to me.”
“So ... You met with her?” she asked. “How’s she doing?”
“I don’t really know. She doesn’t really talk about herself very much.”
“That sounds like her,” Lorena observed. “What did she teach you?”
“Mainly to stand up straight,” I replied.
“Well, don’t let it mess up the short I have for you this morning.”
“You do remember that I have school starting Monday and won’t be in until 12:30pm?” I reminded her.
“Already planning for it. When was the last update to your health card?” she asked.
“It’s good through Saturday,” I said. “I’ll probably update it tomorrow.”
“Okay. I’ve got you slotted with Jenny this morning. I think you did a scene with her when you first started. The pool boy scene. This time you’re the pizza delivery guy. Tell Cindy in makeup to give you the outfit and just a little pancake on your forehead,” she said, dismissing me. She had a lot going on.
I went to makeup and then to the set.
“Jenny,” I said while we waited to start. “Are you up to trying something new?”
“What?” she snapped.
I had forgotten that she didn’t like change and was here mainly to get her rocks off with a young stud.
“Well, I was thinking about how sexy you are and I was thinking about different ways to show you off better. And I kept coming back to this massage scene I saw on TV and thought we could do something like that, but way more sexy!”
“You think it would make me look more sexy?” she asked.
“I’d bet on it,” I told her. “Wait right here and try not to get any sexier.”
I stepped over to Christy and explained what I wanted to do.
“Thank goodness. She always does the same old tired things.” Then she sent someone for a massage table and had a stage hand change the room around to look more like a salon. I went to the props closet to find some oils or lotion. I was glad I was finally getting to use what they had taught us at camp.
Jenny was an absolute delight to massage. I really did enjoy rubbing my hands all over her lush body. Jenny was what I call a soft girl. No weight room or stair climbers for her. Consequently, her flesh simply rolled with my fingers. And when I turned her over, I almost came right then. I actually went way over the allotted time because I forgot myself while I was oiling her massive breasts. No implants for this girl. Her massive globes wobbled and shook like Santa’s belly.
And I even got her into two new positions fucking her face down with a pillow under her hips which she loved, and then leaning against me with my cock up her pussy from behind, but without her moving a lot as I massaged all around her pussy lips.
But the big thing, for her, was how Christy, the director, came over and hugged her and the rest of the crew told her how sexy she was and how wonderful the shoot went. Jenny was absolutely beaming and didn’t act in her normal hurry to go take a shower. She sat in one of the tall chairs in her robe, long enough for Don to come by. And when Tim showed him the rushes, he actually complemented her.
“You are a miracle worker!” Don said after she went to shower. “That’s the best scene that we’ve ever got out of her.”
“Yeah...” Lorena said. “But we may have a problem. Jenny just told me she wants to work with, and I quote,... ‘the kid’ ... from now on. And that she’ll do anything he says.”
Don came over to sit next to me.
“Just so you know, I spent last evening reviewing our own website’s numbers and what I found was interesting, if a little confusing. I think I’m going to ask Eric to spend some money and have a demographic deep dive done on just our segment. I was really surprised at what I found with a casual assessment.”
I looked at him with raised eyebrows as if to say, ‘tell me more’.
“It looks to me like some of our funnier stuff, or at least the ones that look like we’re having a good time, showed up higher than what we thought of as our older more dependable stuff. Either we’re getting more creative or our market is changing. It’s just hard for me to say for sure.”
“That could be good.”
“Well, just keep doing what you’re doing and get that back looked at. You looked like it was hurting in Jenny’s shoot.”
I just slowly shook my head. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Lorena’s smirk.
After a quick chicken wrap and a lemonade, I went to Stage Three. The crew simply called it ‘the bedroom’.
It was perpetually made up to be a teenaged girl’s bedroom with pink walls and boy band posters, stuffed animals, and a comforter with pink roses. A makeup table, chest of drawers and a faux closet with teen girls’ outfits and shoes visible.
I was supposed to shoot a girl-girl-boy scene with two girls I had never met. I saw the two girls standing there and since no other crew were here yet, I introduced myself.
“Are you all the ones that are acting in this scene today,” I asked.
They shyly nodded that they were.
“Me too,” I told them. “Have you done many scenes?” I asked, trying to get a feel for how experienced they were. They certainly didn’t look very old. Maybe not even sixteen. But that was Lorena’s concern. If she approved their paperwork, that was okay with me.
“My name is Ryan, but my porn name is Reggie Van Licker. I’ve only been doing this for about two months.”
“I’m Rachel and my porn name is Melissa Sanchez and I’m nineteen,” the brunette offered. “ And I’ve done two scenes...”
“And I’m Patricia and I’m eighteen, but I think that my porn name is yucky. It’s Carmen,” the taller blonde said. “And I’ve just done one scene. And that was with Rachel.”
This wasn’t looking promising.
“Oh ... and I’ve never done it with a boy,” Patricia added.
I tried to temper my reaction. Another virgin was not in the script.
“So, you’ve never had sex with a boy, or you’ve never been in a porno with a boy?” I asked for clarification.
“Neither one,” Patricia said softly.
“This is not how someone usually goes about losing their virginity,” I said. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Patricia said nodding her head.
“Go ahead, tell him,” Rachel prompted.
“You see, I was diagnosed with cancer in my uterus four years ago. The chemo was successful, somewhat, but it completely destroyed my ability to have babies. And the treatment all but destroyed any opportunities I might have had at a normal dating life in high school too,” Patricia explained.
“When Patricia told me she wanted to try sex, there were not any boys from our school that I would even fix her up with. They’re all total nerds or losers,” Rachel supplied. “Then I saw a scene on the internet with you and Candice and showed it to Patricia. We both knew the instant we saw it that you would be perfect as the first boy for her to have sex with.”
“Would you excuse me a moment?” I asked. Then I stepped out into the hall and picked up the phone and asked the person that answered to send Leona to the bedroom, pronto.
“And tell her to bring Candice if she can,” I added. Then I returned to the set.
“You know?” I said to Rachel, “You might not have done your friend any favors.”
“What do you mean?” asked an alarmed Patricia.
“Did you not see the videos?” I asked. “And did you not see how big I am?”
“I didn’t know. I’ve never seen one before!” Patricia said.
I stood up and dropped my shorts and fisted my cock a few times.
“Holy mother of god!” Patricia exclaimed. Rachel just stared.
I pulled up my pants just as Rachel’s hand began to reach out for my cock. “Are you sure you want to go through with this now?” I asked Patricia.
Right then, Lorena came in with Heather trailing. I took a quick couple of minutes to fill them both in on what had transpired so far.
“Well, I don’t think this is a case for social services, but I’ll admit that I’ve never ran into this kind of thing before. Patricia, can you tell us why it’s so important for you to lose your cherry today?”
Once again, Patricia told her story.
“So let me get this straight. Because of this cancer, you can’t have babies and you never had the chance to try sex or have a normal dating life in high school, right?” Candice asked her.
“Would you have ever gone out with a bald headed girl when you were in high school?” Patricia asked me.
“He still is,” Heather said.
“Dating a bald headed girl?” she asked.
“He’s still in high school. He’ll be a senior next week when school starts,” Heather told them.
“Thanks a lot!” I told Heather sarcastically.
Then I laid back on the bed and watched as they did a whole lot of girl-talking. I discovered that it was dangerous for me to become too still sometimes as I immediately dozed off.
“Take your clothes off, Ryan,” Heather told me. “We’re going to do a scene.” I sat up and sleepily slipped my shirt over my head and then pushed down my shorts. I immediately noticed that neither Lorena nor a camera crew were anywhere around.
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