Perhaps this was something I could do. What if I did work in the porn industry. I don’t think Grandad would have an issue. Dad would lose his shit. God, would this work?
“Damon, would you mind if I did do that for a living? Work in the porn industry, that is?”
Damon took a sip of his mocha, drummed his fingers on the table dramatically and then rolled his eyes and sighed. “Goodness, the porn industry…”
Had he rejected the idea. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted him to trust me, but I didn’t want to lose him.
Then Damon laughed and shook his head. “No, of course I don’t mind. If it makes you happy, that’s enough for me. To be honest, I think I could even cope with you being a porn star yourself, if that really is the role you wanted to do. So long as you still came home to me every evening, and so long as I was the only one you loved. After all, it’s just acting, isn’t it? And I wasn’t lying about you having the cock for it.”
I felt even more embarrassed the second time Damon mentioned my dick size. “God, this is my mother we’re sitting with.”
She laughed. “It’s okay, hon. I know a lot of guys by the size of their dicks. It’s office talk, nothing more. There are a few couples who’ve managed to make it work—them being in porn. But, there are couples I know who were torn apart by working in the business. People who thought they could handle seeing their partner having sex with other men and women until they actually saw it happen on screen, then it’s too much for them. It’s sad, but that’s reality.” She shook her head and gave him a tight smile.
“What do you suggest then?” I didn’t want to lose Damon, and he said he would be okay with it, but I didn’t want to chance it.
“Well.” She screwed up her face and then her eyes went bright. “You certainly don’t have to decide right now, do you? What I recommend is you come with me to the studio later this week. You could come tomorrow even, if you like. I can introduce you to the director and owner of the studio. If he likes you, he might be willing to take you on as an apprentice. You could try your hand at a few different lines of work. Then you could specialize in whatever it is that you like the most.”
It sounded like something I’d like to do. I glanced to Damon and he nodded, encouraging me.
“I’d like that. Why not? It’s not as if I had anything else planned and it does sound more interesting to me than filing for the rest of my life.” I turned to Damon, wanting his approval. “Are you certain you’re fine with this? About me getting into this industry? I don’t mean as an actor…I don’t think I’ll end up going down that route, because you know I’m not really experienced and I think sex between us is, well, it means something to me.”
Damon squeezed my hand and his eyes filled with love. “Babe…really. If that’s what you want to do, then please, go for it. I love you and just want you to be happy.”
“Thank you.
“Sure, um, Mum, I can call you that, right?”
She nodded as more tears seemed to fill her eyes. “Yes, luv, you can call me Mum.”
“Good, because I want to have a relationship with you.”
“I’d like that.”
We chatted about life, school, how I did on my grades and other small things. Damon bought us a slice of cake and we laughed at stories while we ate. Finally, when our cups had been drained, every last crumb of cake polished off, and our conversation had finally run dry, we both hugged Mum one last time. It felt right having her in my life.
Before we took off, I arranged to meet her at the studio. It was exciting to think I’d have a new career. I wanted to celebrate.
“Mind if we stop for a drink?” I asked Damon.
“I’d like that.”
We both ordered fruity cocktails and clinked our glasses together in a toast. Damon kept his eyes on me as he sipped the straw. My body warmed at his suggestive wink. I wanted him on my cock, but we could wait until we got home. We walked home together arm in arm, my heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. Someone stepped out in front of us, stopping us in our tracks. I jerked back when the guy spat at me, his wad hitting the spot between my feet.
“Fucking faggots! You’re going to hell,” the stranger yelled at us before spitting again. This time his spit hit me in the face.
As I wiped the spittle off my face, Damon stepped forward and head-butted the stranger’s nose. The guy screamed and reached up, grabbing his face. Blood poured from between his fingers and his eyes went wide.
“Hey, jerkwad, don’t call people faggots,” Damon said before taking my hand and guiding me around the guy who had crumpled to his knees.
“Wow,” I said as I looked over my shoulder, afraid the guy would come after us.
Damon squeezed my hand. “After years of having to deal with those kind of thugs, I’ve learned to have a thick skin and a hard head.”
I chuckled and bumped my shoulder against his. “Thank you for standing up for me.”
“Of course. I’ll always stand up for you. If it had just been me, I would have just walked on, but no one can say that stuff to you. Never again, babe, never again.”
I stopped and pulled Damon close, kissing him on the cheek. His lips turned up and he wrapped one arm around my shoulder as we continued home. Meeting with Mum had been nice, and I felt closer to Damon. It was funny how the little things made a difference. Damon was right for me. No one had ever stood up for me, not even Grandad. My father had failed, and there hadn’t been anyone else.
Once inside our home, Damon pushed me up against the front door and reached down, grabbing my cock.
“You’re already hard.”
“Standing up for me turned me on,” I said.
“Turned me on too.”
Damon slipped his hand into my pants and squeezed my cock. I gasped and pushed my hips forward. His tongue licked up my neck and then he nipped at my ear.
“I want you right here.”
“Yes,” I groaned.
Damon tugged up my shirt and slipped it over my head. Then he undid my pants and pushed them low along with my underwear. I grabbed his shirt and pushed it up, exposing his chest. He ripped it off and then shoved his pants off, kicking his shoes and pants to the side.
I pressed my naked body against his, rubbing up against his chest. “Fuck me,” I gasped as he pumped his hips against mine.
Damon picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. He lined up and pressed his cock against my entrance.
“We need a condom,” Damon said.
“I’ve only had sex with you. I trust you.”
Damon shook his head. “Mmm, tempting, but I can’t. I want to, I really do, but let me grab a condom and lube.”
I nodded, realizing he was right. I knew to always use a condom, but I’d been so excited. “Yeah. You’re really good with this stuff.”
“Babe, I care about you.”
“You do, I can tell.”
Damon set me down, and I whimpered as he walked away.
He chuckled. “I’ll be right back.” Damon stepped into the water closet and popped back out quickly. He moved in close, pinning me against the door again. His lips descended on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I moaned and twisted my tongue with his.
His hands explored my body, his fingers drawing me closer as he touched me everywhere. Again, he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. His cock was covered with a condom and wet with lube. He lined up, and at first there was resistance, then he pushed in. I gasped as pain filled me. Damon eased in slowly, his eyes drilling into mine as he hit bottom. Then he pulled out a little and I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips.
“So fucking good,” Damon whispered.
“I need you so much.”
Damon pushed in again and hit the spot that made my mind blank. He thrust in and hit it again, taking my breath. I gasped, sucking in air as he pushed in then pulled out. My body was his to do with as he wished.
“Oh, God, so good,” I moaned.
> Damon pushed in again. I threw my head back, and he licked up the column of my neck. The feelings were overwhelming, totally and completely taking over every part of me. I was riding a high that was higher than I’ve ever experienced. My body started to shake and my head buzzed with excitement. Blood roared in my ears, and I felt like I was falling. Then Damon pushed in and ground his hips against me. It was too much. My balls were on fire. My cock scraped against Damon’s hairy belly and I couldn’t hold back. My body shook as I came.
Damon’s fingers dug into my flesh as he pulled me even closer. He pumped in once more before stilling, his muscles straining as he came. Damon gently eased out, his mouth stifling my gasp. He set me down on shaky legs. I shivered as Damon wrapped his arms around me. I glanced up to see Damon’s bright eyes and watery smile. He lowered and tenderly brushed his lips over mine in a sweet kiss.
“That was amazing.”
Damon kissed me again, sending a shiver through me. Before meeting Damon, I didn’t think I would’ve ever been happy. Now, I knew real happiness.
“Let’s head up?” Damon asked.
“Sure.”
We took a fast shower and stretched out together. Once in his arms, I drifted off quickly to sweet dreams of a wonderful man. We breakfasted together, me trying my hand at fixing eggs for Damon. He said he enjoyed them, but they were more rubbery than Damon’s had been. He’d been great about it though and hadn’t spit them out. Cooking wasn’t my forte, but I would try to learn.
Close to noon, I began my trek to the studios where I was to meet with the director. I was taking public transportation and walking to conserve money. When I was close, my phone rang and I paused. It was my dad. I froze, not sure if I wanted to answer. The man had manipulated me, even going so far as to lie and tell me my mother was dead. I could forgive him for a lot, but forgiving him for lying about my mum was nearly impossible. At the last second, I decided to answer.
“Hello.” My voice shook and my head buzzed.
“Ridley, it’s good to hear your voice. I’ve been worried about you.”
“How long have you been worrying about me, Dad?” I didn’t want to be an ass, but I couldn’t hold back. He’d lied to me for years. “When did you first get a clue about me, about who I am and who I desire?”
There was a long pause on the phone, filled only eventually by the sound of my dad’s heavy sigh.
“Son…I honestly have no clue at all what you’re talking about. Just spit it out, won’t you? Or better still, come back home and talk to me in person.”
“Are you going to make me spell it out?”
“I’ve got no clue what you’re about.”
“I have a new home now, where I’m happy, accepted, and loved for who I am.” Rage filled me. Years of feeling wrong about everything pumped through me. I’d been miserable, and I couldn’t ever return to that misery.
“Somebody you love? You never mentioned having a girlfriend! Who is the lucky girl?” Dad was playing dumb, and I hated him even more for it.
“Are you really that blind or does it just hurt to say it out loud?” I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I wasn’t going to leave him in the dark even though he’d left me hanging as far as my mum was concerned. “It’s not a girl. It’s a man. His name is Damon, and he’s wonderful. I’m gay and no prayers are going to change that.”
The silence was deafening. I almost was disappointed he didn’t yell. I kind of wanted him to throw a fit, but he’d always played the level-headed sort though he was really an asshole in disguise.
“So, Dad, tell me. Am I still welcome to come and visit without you trying to cure me? Shall I see you for lunch tomorrow afternoon?”
The phone clicked and the line went dead. The bastard had hung up on me. Peace filled me. I only wished I’d told him I’d met Mum. That would have given me great pleasure.
Since I was meeting the director at one, I needed to keep moving. My footsteps felt lighter than they had before. Coming out to my father had lifted a huge weight from my shoulders. The last two days had been perfect. First meeting my mum, and now telling Dad I was gay.
The next two miles seemed to fly past. My heart felt so much lighter. I should have come out to my dad earlier, but up until now I didn’t have a support network. Now I had people who cared about me.
I checked the address again, and realized I was close. A large glass building with dark tinted windows was up ahead, and I guessed that was it. Clearly, they didn’t want to give any passers-by a free live show.
Even if this didn’t work out, I felt good about trying. Mum was waiting for me outside the main entrance. I pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her cheek.
“Well hello,” she said.
“It’s great to see you again.”
“You too.” She reached up and ran her hand down the front of my shirt. “You seem happy.”
“I am.” Right now wasn’t the time to tell her I’d come out to Dad. Maybe later.
A number of porn studios had been hit hard by the rise of free porn sites on the internet. Some studios weren’t able to adapt to this new wave of free websites, where users would upload free copies of their pay-per-view videos only a week, sometimes even just days, after they had been filmed and officially distributed.
Through a combination of striking deals with some of the free sites, attaching digital footprints to their content, hiring some powerful lawyers, creating high quality content, and also getting into the custom porn video scene, the studio my mum worked for hadn’t just weathered the storm, they’d thrived, emerging as one of the most powerful adult entertainment studios in Europe. Mum explained this to me as we walked down a long hall.
“Ben, the director, is looking forward to meeting you.”
No lie, I was nervous, but I was also still riding the high of telling my dad off. “Thanks. I’m looking forward to meeting him too.”
“That’s great. He’s on set right now, overseeing the filming of School of Hard Cocks.”
We took the elevator up, and I realized my palms were sweating. I could do this. I’d told my dad I was gay, so I knew I could do this. The reception area had been devoid of anything linking them to porn. It was just a plain gray room, very discreet in reality. But after the elevator went up three flights and the doors opened, there could be no doubt about what industry they were in.
Posters hung on a wall displaying their titles. We stepped through a door and into a huge room. A set had been made out like a school classroom. One young man with curly light brown hair was dressed as a schoolboy. I knew the dude must have been legal age, but he looked very young. He had a cute face with no evidence of facial hair, making him look younger. No doubt a part of this effect was due to a talented makeup artist.
The token schoolboy was bent over a desk by an older man—presumably his teacher. The dude had his pants down, his ass was red, and a handprint showed. I would be lying to say I wasn’t intrigued. My dick twitched, and I knew I would be fucking Damon tonight.
“You’ve been such a naughty boy,” the teacher growled. The teacher’s cock was out. He was stroking it as he lifted a wooden cane.
“Very naughty,” the schoolboy said.
“Time for your punishment.”
“Punish me! Punish me!”
I noticed that the schoolboy was also fully erect and had begun to run his hand over his own cock as well.
The teacher struck the boy’s naked ass with his cane. I was surprised how hard he seemed to strike him. The schoolboy screamed out in pain and then asked to be struck harder, over and over again.
My cock grew, and I had to adjust myself. When the teacher finally stopped striking him, the schoolboy’s ass looked red.
“Had enough?” the teacher asked.
“No. I need more. I need your long, hard, rod inside of me. Fuck me, please.”
Just as the teacher stepped up behind the dude with curly hair, someone yelled, “Cut!”
My hands were shaking, and I was ho
t all over. My mum cut me a glance then rolled her eyes.
“Sexy, isn’t it.”
“Good lord.” I couldn’t do that, but working here would be interesting.
A man moved closer to the actors and shook their hands. “Good shot, good shot. Okay…let’s take a break. I’ll see you both back here in an hour.”
Both porn stars dressed and left the room. The man turned and waved to my mum.
“That’s Ben,” she said.
Ben looked like he was in his thirties and appeared to be Asian. He was short, thin, and he had straight black hair. He wore a stylish pair of silver designer glasses. He looked good, very well kept, not at all like a pervert. But what did a pervert look like. My dad had preached about perverts for years, telling me they were dirty, unclean, but my dad had been wrong about so much. Hell, my dad was much more a pervert than anyone here. At least these people seemed to be honest with what they were doing. My dad was the one who distorted his purpose
“And you must be Ridley Calbert,” Ben said. “I’ve heard so much about you!”
“Ridley Chandler, actually. Though Ridley Calbert has a nice ring to it.”
Ben nodded and squeezed my hand before letting go. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to the family.”
Maybe this wouldn’t work out, and maybe I wouldn’t stay for long, but for now, this was exactly where I needed to be.
Chapter Seventeen
Ben had me working as an artist and a writer. It was fun, actually it was a lot of fun. I didn’t watch porn all day though. I’m sure some people probably thought that’s all I did, but I rarely saw anyone naked.
Work was really good and I loved my job. So it was surprising when I panicked. I didn’t really break down so much as freak out. Maybe it was a breakdown, I wasn’t sure which sounded better or which would have been better, but I was in full on panic mode.
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