“Okay, why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?”The young man flashed a winning smile, fli
“Okay, why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?”The young man flashed a winning smile, flipping it from the camera to the director. He wasn’t entirely sure where he was supposed to be looking. He gave a laugh that was clearly tinged with the nerves of wanting to make a good first impression.“Sure, uh…my name is Brandon and I’m 24 years old.”The director slouched in his chair and returned the smile in an attempt to put the stud more at ease.“And have you ever filmed with Horny Hunks before?”“No.”“Have you ever done porn before?”“I mean…I’ve done some Chaturbate stuff. And I have an OnlyFans, so…kind of, I guess?” The boy’s ears started turning pink as he realized he was babbling. “This is the first thing I’ve done with an actual studio.”“That makes sense. A stud like you must like showing off and getting paid for it. I bet people love seeing an All-American cutie like you get naughty.”Brandon laughed again, the blush starting to creep from his ears and along the apples of his cheeks.“I haven’t had any complaints from the people who watch me, no.”The director already liked Brandon. There was a sincerity to him. He wasn’t like so many other performers, bronzed California boys who treated the whole thing like a transaction. What was even worse were the guys who tried to play up the sweet and innocent angle, because that just came off as bad acting. But Brandon wasn’t acting. He was genuinely this nice and nervous. The director considered halting the interview long enough to offer Brandon a drink to relax him, but decided against it.“And are you gay? Bi?”“Gay. Definitely gay.”The director laughed.“Good. I can’t tell you how many gay-for-pay guys I’ve been dealing with lately. They’re hot, but it’s heartbreaking to learn they’re straight.”That made both of them laugh. There was something about this interview that was going to be different, the director could already feel it. Maybe it was the smile on Brandon’s face, or the way the sun was beating down and turning everything golden, but there was an electricity in the air.“Does your family know?”“Know that I’m…doing this?”“I meant if they knew you were gay, but sure, let’s go with that too.”“Uh…well, I was raised by my Dad. He’s a single parent. And yeah, he knows I’m gay. He’s been super supportive, ever since I first came out to him.”“That’s great. I wish my own father had been like that. So does yours know what you’re doing today?”The pink in Brandon’s face started deepening to red.“Yeah, he, uh…he actually drove me here because my car is in the shop.”“Oh, wow!” The director stifled a chuckle. “So he really IS supportive!”Brandon laughed and shrugged his shoulders.“Yeah, he’s a great guy.”“Awww, thanks, champ.”Both the director and Brandon jumped in their seats at the sound of an unexpected voice. There stood a tower of a man with dark hair, wearing a light tank top and some silky running shorts.“Sorry to barge in…” He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and when he spoke, his words slurred as if he had found the stock of liquor in the kitchen. “I’m Brandon’s father, Richard.”“Nice to meet you.” The director slid his gaze up and down over Richard’s body. He could definitely see the family resemblance. The dark hair, the broad shoulders, the shape of the nose. It was all there. The older man strode into the room into the view of the camera, stopping near the couch where Brandon was sitting.“Figured I’d stick around and make sure everything went smoothly. Besides, I’m this guy’s ride home.”He reached down and ruffled Brandon’s hair. Brandon laughed once more and smiled up at his father. Richard blinked blearily and looked at the director.“So what’s going on here?”The director smiled, unable to take his eyes off of Richard’s bulge.“We’re just doing the interview part. I’m asking Brandon some questions, learning about his history. Things like that.”“Oh, so you told him?” Richard looked to Brandon. “I didn’t know we were doing that.”For the first time since he’d sat down on the couch, Brandon stopped smiling.“No, I…I was telling him about stuff I’ve done online before. The Chaturbate and stuff.”“Ohhhhhhhh…” Richard nodded, finally understanding. “Sorry, when you said ‘history,’ I got confused.”The director cocked his head to one side inquisitively.“Well, I was about to move onto Brandon’s history with guys. Past experiences and whatnot. Do you…” His heart was suddenly beating a mile a minute. “Do you two have history together?”A panicked smile spread across Brandon’s face. Richard tossed his head back and let out a bark of a laugh.“Guess I kinda gave that away by accident, didn’t I? Yeah, we, uh…” Richard looked down at Brandon. There was a hint of boldness thanks to whatever liquor he’d consumed, but there was something else as well. A genuine tenderness for Brandon, a real affection.“I love him. I love him a lot.” He ruffled Brandon’s hair once more and cracked another joke to lighten the sudden tension in the air. “I love him as often as he’ll let me!”Brandon smiled at his father. The director leaned forward in his chair, already feeling a stirring in his shorts.“Does that mean you two have sex?”“Oh, yeah. A few times a week.”Now that the cat was out of the bag, Richard seemed eager to say everything. Brandon had gone tongue-tied, but it was clear he wasn’t denying anything. In fact, he was squeezing his thighs together in a poor attempt to hide a growing hard-on. Richard took a drag off his cigarette and let out a plume of smoke.“I was his first, you know. Well, his first fuck. He’d done stuff with other guys before me.”Richard looked down at Brandon as he took a stroll down Memory Lane. He cupped Brandon’s chin in his free hand and smiled.“Before that, you’d blown a couple of your friends, right?”“Y-yeah.” Brandon was beaming at his father, his eyes sparkling with love.“How many would you say that was?” The director interjected.Brandon blinked and thought for a second.“Two or three.”“Two or three,” Richard repeated with a grin. “You see? He looks innocent, but don’t be fooled. This little cutie here is a total horndog. Aren’t you, son?”Brandon’s chest fluttered and he nodded.“Yes, Dad.”“You like jerking off for all those strangers online, all of them telling you how sexy you are?”“Yes.”“You like being a little slut because you know it turns me on, which makes me want to fuck your little boy pussy?”“Yes!”“You love this dick, baby?”Without any prompting from the director, Richard tugged down his shorts and whipped out his cock. Even after years of working in the porn industry, the director had to admit that Richard had a nice fat piece. Richard rested it in the crook of his son’s neck and smiled.“Never seen a more beautiful sight in your life, have you?” -- source link