James Grady

“Ready for your close-up, Jean Harlow!” laughed the middle-aged queer hairdresser who had just dyed James’ hair blond.

“Perfect! An All-American boy!” said Mr. Holloway when he saw James. They were at the Paramount Building on 44th Street and Broadway. The studio’s offices were deserted as it was eight o’clock at night.

“This soundstage is used to film screen tests of East Coast actors and those are sent to Hollywood for executives to see if there’s talent to bring out. It’s also used to shoot stag films. Joan Crawford and a lot of stars started out in nudies” Mr. Holloway explained to James earlier.

That was the proposition Mr. Holloway had in mind for James, to be in a black and white sex short that when edited would last 20 minutes. These were screened at Hollywood houses as entertainment for those interested in such things and sold to private collectors. It wouldn’t be publicly exhibited. “It’s not like anyone in your neighborhood will stop you on the street” said Mr. Holloway. James had accepted the proposition and the five-hundred dollars.

The soundstage was dressed as barn, with wood walls, barrels, a wagon and a bale of hay. There were two cameramen, both in their 30’s and tough looking.

“James, this is Chet, you’ll be performing with him” said Mr. Holloway. Chet was a 6’ muscular 19-year-old blond dreamboat.

“Nice to meet you, James” said Chet who had a sensational smile. “I hear it’s your first time in front of a camera. Don’t be nervous, just act natural and do what you do.”

James took his position behind a wood beam. Chet stood near the bale of hay. “Action!” yelled Mr. Holloway.

Chet undid his overalls; they fell to his feet revealing a stunning physique and a tremendous beautiful uncut cock and two glorious hanging balls. Chet started jerking his cock and playing with his balls. He cock was now hard and dripping. James was counting, when he got to sixty, he walked out from behind the pillar toward Chet.

“Howdy, Hank. Want some help with that?” was James’ line which he delivered with simplicity and sincerity.

”I’d be much obliged, Cody” said Chet. James stood next to Chet and jerked his cock. After counting to sixty, James sunk to his knees on the hay and began sucking Chet’s great cock, licked his balls and went back to sucking. The two cameras were on tracks and moved in for closeups of James’ face as he sucked Chet’s cock, for angles of Chet and his reactions.

“Cut!” yelled Mr. Holloway, as the shot film was removed from the cameras, and then were reloaded with film. “Action!”

“Hey, Cody. We have some time before getting back to work, how about we get in the wagon.”

“Sounds good to me, Hank” said James smiling after taking his mouth off Chet’s cock. He rose and slowly undid his overalls, they dropped to the floor. He was now nude and hard.

James walked over to and got in the back of the hay-strewn wagon. James was in his hands and knees. Chet spit on his and lathered his cock. He spat on James’ ass. This was all for show as James had previously greased up his ass with Vaseline.

“Here you go, Cody!” yelled Chet as he shoved his cock up James’ ass. Chet would grunt and groan throughout while delivering patter such as “You’re so tight Cody!”

“Oh yes! Hank! Yes!” wailed James. For effect, Mr. Holloway had directed him to be really noisy and look happy. That was easy as Chet had such a big cock and was an experienced fucker. James had also been directed to jerk his cock. After about 15 minutes of Chet’s pounding, James was shooting off on the hay.

“I’m getting there Cody! Aww!” hollered Chet as he pulled his cock out of James’ ass and exploded on his back. James felt the sting of a gusher of Chet’s jism splashing on his back.

“Time to get back to work, Cody” grinned Chet.

“Sure is, Hank!” grinned James.

They put their overalls back on and exited the barn.

“Cut!” Yelled Mr. Holloway.

“You did great!” said Chet as he walked away.

“Terrific” said Mr. Holloway.

As per the arrangement, the two cameramen had taken their cocks out and were sitting on barrels. James sucked each one off. Then he went to the dressing room, took a shower and got dressed in a suit and tie.

“Great work kid!” said Mr. Holloway in his office as James was sucking his cock. Mr. Holloway shot off and James swallowed him. Mr. Holloway poured out two glasses of whiskey and lit up a Nat Sherman.

“Wow! You know Cole Porter! I’m even more impressed with you!” said Mr. Holloway, as James took out his sterling silver cigarette case to light a Lucky Strike.

“See, that star in the upper right corner is Cole’s secret sign” said Mr. Holloway. “He only gives these out to exceptional boys, which you sure are. Here’s my card, get in touch if come out to Hollywood. I’ll of course get in touch the next time I’m back in New York…”

“Don’t ask!” said James seriously when he got home as his mother Nora and Donny were pointing and laughing at his dyed blond hair.

* * *

“Yes, Thursday at 7:00 PM would be good” said James on the telephone a month later. James was back at the Paramount Building a few days later.

“I’m Steve Mintz, Vice President of Public Relations” said a smiling handsome guy in his early 30’s to James. “Come this way.” James was now alone in a screening room and sat in a big plush red velvet chair that was better than the Albee’s. It got dark and a stream of light from the projection room hit the screen.

The title card said Farm Boys. There was no music. In gleaming black and white was Chet in the barn! Soon, he was jerking his cock. Then James made his entrance.

James sat amazed and overwhelmed at seeing how good looking he was on the screen and how fine his voice sounded. His cock got so hard as he watched himself in close-up sucking Chet’s cock which looked even bigger on screen. James took his cock out of suit and began jerking it. He shot off into a handkerchief watching himself get fucked by Chet in the wagon. Chet’s climax which left his James’ back covered in spunk looked amazing on the big screen. The film ended after twenty glorious minutes.

“Mr. Holloway wanted you have this” said Mr. Mintz handing him a can of film. “Also, you’re on the screening list, you’ll be called for movie screenings here.”

“Thanks!” said James.

A few months later, James was in the Paramount Building’s screening room with a bunch of important looking suited people watching a Western starring Chet as a cowboy.