Porn Camp
Copyright© 2026 by Phil Brown
Chapter 4: Alexis
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4: Alexis - “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
When I arrived at the kitchen table early Friday morning to talk to my dad, I discovered that he had gone in extra early due to a big project he was finishing up and Crystal was sitting there in her robe with a cup of coffee. I poured myself a cup and then sat down across from her. She just stared at me as she continued sipping her coffee.
“What?” I finally asked, sounding like a typical teenager.
“I was just wondering,” she finally said.
“Wondering what?” I bit.
“If I would ever have the nerve to watch my stepson in a porno,” she stated with a weird giggle.
“I mean, I have always told my daughters that decisions about having sex were theirs, but they would have to be the ones to live with the consequences of their decisions.
“So now, I have a son who I feel obligated to treat equally. But with the girls, it always seemed ... out there, so to speak. Like far out into the future. With you, it seems right here, right now. And it’s left me feeling a little uncomfortable about my own beliefs.”
“I thought that you and dad talked about this and that you both knew what Heather did for a second job.”
“We did,” she started. “Talk about it that is. But I think it has gone a little beyond what we imagined. As far as Heather’s second job, I knew about it and I’m pretty sure your dad did too. He didn’t seem too surprised about it last night.”
“Then what makes you so uncomfortable about it? Is it the porn? Or that you have a potential porn star living in your house. Or even around your daughters, perhaps?”
“I am a woman’s doctor specializing in the female reproductive system and have been for most of my adult life. I have also been married twice and have an even higher body count, as the kids today call it. And I have also watched enough porn to know ... that there is a big difference in sex onscreen and making love.”
“That’s the same thing that Mr. Majors told me, although we never had enough time to delve into it further. But I hope I am smart enough to know it, even if I’ve never had the experience of actually making love,” I told her.
“I wouldn’t be quite so sure of that if I were you,” Crystal said. “Based on what Heather has told me, you came pretty close on Wednesday. And maybe even yesterday too. Even though you both were in front of the camera.”
Her statement made me pause as I thought it through. Even though I didn’t really feel like discussing things like this with my parents, I hadn’t really considered what Heather and I did as making love. As I pulled up my memories of the last four days to review, Crystal returned her cup to the sink and left the room.
“I guess that conversation is over,” I thought to myself.
I could never have been more wrong.
It turned out that Crystal wasn’t going in to the clinic today. Not unless Mrs. Carlottie went into labor early or some other emergency.
I discovered that this was somewhat normal for her. She said it was about fifty-fifty whether she would make it through the whole day without being called in. She swore the newborns hated her because she slapped them on the butt when they came out. So they tried their best to arrive when it was most inconvenient for her.
Anyway, that’s how I ended up washing her car when I washed mine, and how I ended up with Madison helping me. It seems that Peyton had taken off for the mall with one of her girlfriends, and Ash and Em had several of their friends over to swim. Madison had tried to hang with them, even going so far as to put on a small bikini, but when I saw her feeling so dejected, I couldn’t help but invite her to help me with the cars.
It started when we were washing her mom’s Lincoln Navigator SUV. Somehow, Madison, who was rinsing as I washed, started squirting me with the hose. Before it was over we both ended up soaked. Wringing wet, she disappeared into the garage while I finished wiping up.
“Ryan?” she called me from the garage. “Could you come help me?”
Trying to become a good stepbrother, I went to the side door to check on her. Inside the closed garage, she stood there without a stitch on, still dripping wet, with her bathing suit laying on the garage floor as she tried to adopt what she thought was a seductive pose.
In shock, I almost yelled at her but then remembered some of the things that Heather had told me. She said that girls of this age were often searching for male approval and if they didn’t get it from their father or older brothers, they were likely to search for it with guys at school or other places.
“Damn! You are simply too cute for words!” I said admiringly.
She raised her hands to her small breasts and hoisted them towards me. “Even if they’re kinda small?” she asked beseechingly.
“They are absolutely beautiful and they fit you perfectly. The good thing is, as you grow, they’ll grow with you so they will always look just perfect on your perfect body,” I told her sincerely.
“You don’t think I look like a little kid?” she asked.
“Madison, for my money, I think you are a living doll. And as we both get a little more time to get to know one another better, who knows, maybe we’ll even come to like spending time together.”
“Really?” she squealed. “You promise that we can spend time together. Without my sisters hogging you?”
“I promise that you and I will spend time together ... without your sisters. Maybe we can go to the movies on Sunday afternoon. Sort of like on a date?”
“Oh, boy!” she squealed again. “I gotta go ask mom if I can go!” she said as she took off for the door to the house.
“Madison!” I called after her. “I think you might need these,” I said, holding up the two wet pieces of her bikini.
She came to a halt and then ran back towards me. I was almost afraid she’d run me down. Then stopping on a dime, she looked me up and down and then launched herself into my arms and hugged my neck. I found that I actually liked holding this eighty-five pound, soaking wet firecracker.
“Ryan?” she said softly in my ear. “I think I’m going to love having a stepbrother!” Then dropping to the floor she ran in the house clutching her bikini in her hands. I knew she was headed straight to her mom and I would have loved being a fly on the wall for that conversation.
Or maybe I wouldn’t.
Since Mrs. Carlottie hadn’t had her baby yet, Crystal was still home and made egg salad sandwiches for lunch. Because the gaggle of girls from the pool party were clogging the kitchen, I simply grabbed a couple of sandwiches and went to my room to change. I had decided to go back over to Lancelot Productions to see if I could find out more about this Porn Camp.
The guard at the gate let me in. He had remembered me from yesterday, and I immediately headed for Studio Eight. I soon located Tim and explained that while I wasn’t shooting, I wondered if he would allow me to hang out and observe some more. I didn’t mention the Porn Camp to him.
“Help yourself,” Tim told me. “You know the drill. Keep quiet when we’re shooting and stay behind the cameras. It shouldn’t be too hard. They seem to have run into a snag and probably won’t shoot this afternoon.”
So I began looking around. I introduced myself to the boom man (Key Grip). That’s the guy that holds the long pole with the fuzzy microphone on the end, and he had just started explaining how to hold it and how it worked when Lorena came in to talk with the director.
“What are you doing here?” she asked abruptly, interrupting Wayne and I.
“I was just hanging out and Wayne here was kind enough to explain some of how the boom mic worked,” I told her honestly.
“So you’re not here doing a shoot?” she asked.
I began to become concerned I had done something wrong. “All I wanted to do was learn some more about how everything worked,” I explained.
Lorena picked up her cell phone and called someone. The whole time she was looking straight at me, as if evaluating me.
“Okay. Let’s do it. Get her ready,” she said to the phone and hung up.
“You! Come with me,” she said to me as she led me out of the studio. I was afraid she was marching me out of the building. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to be here.
Then she turned left and straight into Make Up #4 where I had been yesterday.
“Strip!” she said as she turned to talk to the makeup girl. “Make him a little darker and go lighter on the pancake this time.
Then back to me she asked, “You up to another scene today?”
“Sure!” I told her confidently. “After all, I didn’t cum but once yesterday.”
Lorena smiled at me. I think she liked my youthful fervor.
“You’re gonna be with Alexis today. She’s new. This is only her second shoot. She’s feeling some pressure because her first one didn’t turn out too well. She froze up about halfway through,” she was telling me.
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