In the Movies Part 4

Chapter 238-3

In the Movies

Part 4

 

This next position was new to Mark, and he was to mention it, he said. “Mom, are you sure this won’t hurt you considering I am larger than Steven and Dad?”

Mom said. “The larger the better Mark; plus I am more than capable to handle a double cobra and I really enjoy these two positions, because I can be with both my sons at the same time.” Mr. Tate pointed to his watch telling Mom she needed to make time as she quickly placed us inside of us wiggling to make room as she began riding us. Mark and I moaned telling Mom to go harder and faster. Mr. Tate froze the frame and quickly had someone spray us with water and oil to make us look like we had worked up a sweat then started the film giving the cue for Dad to come into the scene.

Dad yelled, “Boys, Carol, I am home,”

Mom screamed. “Oh God yes,” keeping her pace then said. “We are in the bedroom dear.” Dad appeared moments later in the doorway with Sal who was still naked and Dads shirt was opened.

He said. “Man its hot one today.” He came into the room and kissed Mom as she stopped her rhythm.

Mom asked. “Care to join us. I was just going over the basics of a double trio. Now that you are here we can expand on that idea.”

Dad smiled as he looked at us and Sal. Sal gave a huge arm pump with resounding yes. Mom climbed off us and helped Dad undress as Sal jumped on the bed and started to do us both orally. Mom told him she wanted him only to bring us to the brink. But it didn’t work out that way as planned of course as we both climaxed getting nice juicy nectar shot. Mom and Dad laughed as it shot all over his face as he licked it off using his tongue and fingers. Then went back to get the rest dripping down our penises.

Mom said, “Oh well, I guess with Dad here we can do another position involving the five of us. It would work better with 6 or more, but five is fine too.” By the time Dad was naked. Sal and he were making sure they got every last drop before the condom was removed; Mom had reached into heirs and Dads dresser and pulled out a strapped on penis for women and a tube of regular lube.

Dad said. “It’s not the same as real one boy’s, but it is close, and it allows Mom and the girls to participate in this position. We will let Sal be the one being tasted since you two have already shot your load for the moment.” Dad let Mom choose first which one was going to get the fake one for the first round, which was going to be a quick round to make up some time. Mom chose Mark since Dad had Mark last time in the tub… not that it mattered really; it wasn’t going to be a full sexual demonstration.

This time Mr. Tate would fade the moment Dad had shot his load inside of me and allow Mom to clean it out. As Mark was having sex with Dad and I finished off Sal. Like me, Dad had been preparing himself in the back so he could be at the brink before coming in the door to save time. So the film could finish quickly.

The idea was to have two videotapes done by Friday. One a soft-copy where we would finish with some quick mini’s scenes to wrap it up and a hard-copy ready to sell and put on the shelves as well as purchase at Mr. Tate’s gala. Each copy like the magazine would have a way for us to track who bought them. Then with a little government digging, they would determine, who are the people they need to be put on a watch list?

If it wasn’t for the fact Mr. Tate was rushing us so he could finish filming. We could have done a lot more then what we were doing, in fact, we skipped were told we were skipping the next scene all together where it would show Kenny, Zane, Mark, Sal and I having sex with our mothers. The reason why was due to the fact Kenny and Zane wouldn't be in most of the films after today since they lived in Santaquin. Plus there was just wasn’t enough time to make it other than do a quick fade and fade out, which would have been not worth the effort.

We were already short on time as it was so our final scene was just a simple tap with a penis in our a*s as Mom and Dad went through the motions as the film and lights faded and Mr. Tate call cut that’s a wrap. Watching the lights come back on and the crew jumping into action, and we were handed robes that had our names on it so the crew would know which robe was ours.

It was nearly 1 am in the morning by the time we had finished shooting for the night. There would be no shooting tomorrow with the field trip and needing to get back home so we can be ready to go to the church banquette. Not that Mr. Tate could do much with the demo being scheduled the moment we are about to leave. Plus Mr. Tate needed time to set up a temporary filming studio at our cabin and his estate. So we could begin working on the next magazine with especial addition introducing the new series Tangled Hearts.

Mr. Tate gave the order to strike the set and as he made his way toward us telling us that was the best piece of filming he had seen in a long time. We simply said thanks and he said. “I really hate to burn this set, but Stringum’s right, it is an eyesore. We will keep the bed of course and the furniture and donate them to someone that needs them.  He wants everything to be updated and new. I hate the fact he’s right, but it’s his money, not mine that’s paying for these upgrades.”

He wished us good night and gave heavy sigh because he would spend the rest of the night inside his mini trailer going over the film and magazine layout as his film is being developed. Personally, he had enough shots for three magazines, but he only allowed enough room for one with 30 pictures, 4 to 6 large foldouts, and the insert. Everything else would be put in the holding if he needed those if he ran short or wanted to give special addition like Stringum had suggested to increase sales.

Mr. Stringum quickly had his men that were in charge of emptying the summer house so it could be put on large trucks and taken to a warehouse that he has designated. Having the filming equipment loaded up to be set up in Heber using a large plane to land in Salt Lake City and waiting for trucks to make the last leg of the journey.

With all the noise Stringum had arranged that no one besides the crew that was living here. Are not to go beyond the double doors that led to the back of the house where our living quarters were. That remained semi-intact with the basics while everything else had been packed up throughout the day so all they would have to do is pack up the things we used like clothing, towels, and soap and what not so we could wash the makeup and hair dye out of our hair, plus brush our teeth before we climbed into our makeshift beds.  

All of us boys were sleeping on the floor in the same room on mattresses and enough blankets and pillows to make us comfortable. The same went for everyone else so all they had to do was clear the room while we dressed. We would stop somewhere for breakfast once we got to where we were going.

So far Stringum had been keeping it a secret other then we would be leaving at the crack of dawn; giving us only a few hours of sleep at best. We were out like a light before our heads hit the pillow. Normally we would have had sex or stimulated each other on a more personal base’s, but after 5 hours of shooting sex scenes we had, had our fill.

We all groaned having to get up early, but the crew needed to get underway to make the deadline. They wanted us out of the summer cottage by the time they were ready to demo. Mark and Sal had mixed emotions seeing their summer home being stripped bare, after all, they had spent most of their life here growing up. Yet it was a happy moment as well because they were no longer prisoners and they had real parents that would see that they were loved and well taken care of.

However, they didn’t grieve for Mr. Nestor now completely out of their lives; I couldn’t wait to tell them that he would never be seen again. Now that we had the key and the information we needed from him. He would be spending his days in a nice prison where child rapist doesn’t live long once the inmates find out what he has been up too.

Personally, it would have been kinder for him to be found dead in a gutter somewhere, but prison was the best thing for him. I had no doubt he would make lots of nice new friends and by the time Mr. Tate joined him, he’ll most likely have warm welcoming as well. Finding Mr. Nestor's balls around someone’s neck like a string of pearls, by someone named Bubba.

However, I couldn’t tell them anything or it would give our friends away that were keeping us safe. Mr. Tate was to assume that we hadn’t brought anyone here to make sure of that. The fact they had integrated with the large building crew was kept on the down low. They too would be departing the moment we were underway to wherever Stringum was taking us.

Mr. Tate was waiting for us outside with contracts for me, Mark and my adoptive parents to sign. Stringum told us to look over them that he and his boys have gone over them with a fine tooth-comb. I trusted Stringum with my life, but I pretended that I needed to talk to him alone about the contract. I felt that my friends Kenny and Zane as well as their mothers were getting cheated. Mr. Tate cringed when I asked if I could go over it with Mom, Dad, and Stringum before signing it. Not that he had much choice, I had Mark and Sal follows us because their names were on them as well… plus the other three boys.

Once we got some distance Stringum said. “It’s a fair deal; I stake my life and reputation on it,” I said. “Good to know, but that wasn’t why I wanted to talk to all of you. I was informed last night that my friends were really getting a raw deal. Kenny and Zane, for example, have been told they were getting less than 2 hundred dollars per picture he uses in his magazines, and 150 dollars for every 30 minutes per scene they are in and their mothers a little less then that, because they are girls, but not only girls but grown woman, as you know how he feels about doing our adult films compared to the child porn.

“I know for a fact that Kirk and his sisters and his brother makes at least 5 hundred per picture and a thousand dollars for every scene he uses. It’s not fair that I and my other friends make more than that. There should be a set price for all of us unless it’s a series like Tangled Hearts is going to be, with several casting roles, including mine and Marks.”

Mr. Stringum face grew angry, as he looked over at my friends as they waited for us so we could watch the big machinery knock something down. We were promised we all would get a chance to help drive the wrecking ball and tractors for a couple of well-placed hits. Not on our own of course. But what boy in their right mind would turn down a chance to do that. Using a real live Tonka truck and bulldozer?

Stringum said. “I’ll take care of it, even if I have to give them the money they deserve. And I will sit down with Mr. Tate and all the parents and go over a fair price that will ensure everyone gets what is coming to them.”

I said. “That’s all I wanted,” and we walked back to the table.

Mr. Tate said. “So do we have us a deal or we walking away from the table?”

Stringum said. “Walking away was never the option, but I have been informed that the terms to the agreement in regards to the amounts listed. I am willing to postpone part of the agreement until we have met with all the parents that will be involved in our film making business. So for now where it lists the amount of Nate, Sal and Mark, and others on this contract or going to make for each picture used, each scene and plus their hourly wage. I will cross out the amounts listed. And we will table this discussion when we are back in Heber, but for now, all parties are willing to sign it. Then when we sign the new agreement it will be a blood contract.”

Stringum signed and initial where he crossed out the amounts. We add our initials and signed our name below his. Then his Lawyer added his and notarized it. Mr. Tate was the last to sign it, and then Mom and Dad were given a copy of our agreement.

Mr. Stringum handed his to his lawyer to put inside his briefcase, and he handed Mr. Tate the rest of the money he, Dad and Mr. Vincent had agreed to pay Mr. Tate for their share of the partnership, which included a bill of sale contract listing all the partners on this filming studio project. Once business was taken care of and us boys gasped seeing all that money inside the briefcase. Mr. Tate shook all our hands and Stringum gave the ok to begin demolition, passing out hard hats.

All of us boys climbed into the various big Tonka trucks and had the best time of our life as the wreaking balls smashed into the sides of the building and we ran over the debris knocking more of it down. Sad to say it didn’t take long to knock it all down, but it was the highlight of a boys dream. We were then flown to the airport by chopper where Landan was waiting for us to fly us in Stringum’s private jet to our next destinations, which we were told was at least a two-hour flight.

Mr. Tate was also in the dark to where we were going, as Stringum kept his secret and attended too business. We were still too wired to sleep even though most of us hadn’t slept much, but the engine was like a soothing mother as Stringum put on a video we could all watch to kill time on the big screen.

I didn’t even know I had drifted off to sleep until I was being nudged to look out the window seeing the large Hollywood sign, Stringum said. “I bet none of you have ever been to one of the biggest movie studios in the United States or the world for that matter?” Watching our eyes and excited faces with wonder of what we were going to see and how the magic of film comes to life.