Gay Erotic Stories

Just A Has-Been Actor presented only one side of the porno business---his side. A lot of homeless teenagers were helped by the porno business. I was helped. For two years I watched my stepfather beat up on my mom. The one time I got between them to stop the violence, mom sided with him fearful that he'd get worse. He didn't hit me, he threw me out of the house and told me not to come back. A school friend put me up for the night, gave me some money, then told me I was on my own, he couldn't help me anymore. I spent the following night in an alley behind his home. The next day was the last day of school for me. I couldn't go back with dirty, smelly clothes and I was too embarrassed to ask for help. Whatever change I found in the streets or in the seats of parked cars went for food. That was how I stayed alive until I met this guy, Maurice. He caught me napping in an alley behind a restaurant, took me into the restaurant's kitchen, and ordered a busboy to feed me. He ordered a great many people to help me before I found out who he was or how he made his money. By then I was living in his home and eating everything in his fridge. In his living room one morning, I found him and some other men setting up a motion picture camera, lights, and other equipment. Then the equipment just sat there unattended while Maurice pounded a typewriter in his back bedroom. "Why aren't you out at the pool getting a tan?" he asked when he saw me. I changed into my cut-offs and stepped out into the backyard just in time to see three guys my age coming through the back gate. "Save us some sunshine," one said, and ten minutes later they were all skinny dipping in the pool. I was the one who was embarrassed. When I found the courage to toss away my cut-offs, Maurice was there checking out my dick. "Turn around," he said, and I turned around. "You're not straight, are you?" he asked. "Please tell me you're not straight." "I'm not." "Hmm," he hmmd, giving me a long thoughtful look. "Well, good. I can hire you." I spent the next three days watching those three skinny dippers and some other guys fuck while Maurice directed the camera's movement around them. Finally Maurice was beside me with an arm around my shoulder. "Well, what do you think?" he asked. "You having any trouble getting a hard-on?" "No," I had to admit. "Then let's get you on stage. You could be our next big star." "Just get me some real money," I told him "Ooooh yeah." Over the next two years I made enough money to make a graceful exit from that business and get through a junior college. Maurice was at my graduation. My first real chance to publicly thank Maurice for his help was right there at the ceremony. If anybody knew Maurice or the business he was in, I didn't care. This was my chance to tell him how much he meant to me and that I loved him. And I meant every word I said.