He knew exactly what he was doing when he walked in for the audition. He fully understood the consequences of what would happen if he were to land a role. He knew that certain dangers came with the business, but he honestly couldn't give a shit. Finally he was free to make his own choices and do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. And he wanted to do gay porn.
He had wanted to be in gay porn since he saw his first scene at age thirteen. He had dreamt about it, fantasized about it for years and now that he was nineteen and legal to do whatever his heart desired, he was going for it. He could have gone a year earlier at eighteen but he decided to give college a shot. But the second he became bored with school he dropped the books and purchased a one way ticket to Los Angeles, to pursue his dream of being a gay adult film star.
Kris Allen wasn't a messed up kid, he wasn't mentally or physically abused, he was a normal kid from suburbia, just with a different dream. While other teens would talk about how they wanted to go to Harvard Law and become a world class attorney, or Baylor school of medicine to become an incredible doctor, Kris dreamt about the lights and cameras focused on him as he lay naked under another man, getting his brains fucked out of him.
He didn't expect there to be so many other men as he walked into the office building that held the auditions. For some reason Kris had always thought that it would be easy as pie to land a role in gay porn, because he believed there would be a lack of volunteers for films. But he was very wrong. As he signed in and sat down in the crowded waiting room full of over one-hundred men, (over half of them shirt-less) his nerves hit him. But he wouldn't let his guard down, he came here for a reason and he wasn't leaving without a role.
"Hey, what's your name cutie?" A tall muscular blonde man sitting next to Kris asked. Eyeing him like a piece of meat. Kris was the gazelle to his lion. And he was enjoying it.
"Kris," he said, putting on his seducing persona and bit his lower lip. He pretended to check the man out, scanning him up and down. "And yours?"
"My name is Nathan. So are you new?" The blonde man seemed genuine so Kris let his wall down and decided to trust the stranger. He wasn't hard on the eyes either.
"Yeah, I'm trying for my first role," Kris admitted, lifting his arm and placing it around the back of Nathan's chair and leaned in. Before Kris had arrived he had spent hours deciding what social personality he wanted to have in the business and the 'getting automatically cozy with every good looking man' persona had won. He didn't want to be labeled as 'the shy one' like he was in high school. He wanted to stand out, wanted everyone to love him. He wanted everyone to know his name.
"Oh," Nathan said, giggling."Your accent is very sexy. Where are you from?"
"Arkansas." Kris lifted his foot to blindly place it on Nathan's and rub his way up the strangers leg through his jeans.
"You are mighty cozy aren't ya?" Nathan said flashing Kris his gorgeous smile, his teeth as white as pearls. "I like you."
"Maybe one day we can have a scene together," Kris smirked.
"I'd like that," Nathan said looking Kris up and down before reaching over to rub Kris' knee.
"Kris Allen?" a young woman covered in peircings and tattoos called out from the opened door.
"That's me. I'll see you later," Kris smiled and pet at Nathan's chest before getting up and walking to where the woman was waiting for him.
"Last door on the left is where you will be auditioning for our producer," the woman pointed behind her. "If you make the physical cut then you will be sent to our director for a mental evaluation and a questionnaire. If you make a role in the film someone will call you and you must get an official check by a licensed doctor for all STD's as well as HIV before you are allowed on the set. Do you understand what you have just been informed of?" the woman recited monotonely, already having recited the speech several times that afternoon already.
"Yes," Kris said. He was ecstatic that he was finally doing this and he was elated that he had made it this far and was so close to actually auditioning for a gay adult film.
He followed the woman's directions and walked to the last door on the left. The first thing he saw was a large opened room with white photography paper draping from the ceiling to hang onto the ground, as if he had walked into a photo shoot. There also stood a man in his mid-fifties, wearing a red turtle neck and black dress pants. He had a short beard of grey stubble and bright purple eyes. They must be contacts, nobody's eyes are purple.
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Derrick," the man shook Kris' hand and was making it completely obvious that he was checking the younger man out.
"Kris," he said smirking. He let his eyes wander up and down the older man, not forgetting to show his cozy persona to the producer.
"Well, Kris, if you don't mind me saying, you are drop dead gorgeous," Derrick's voice was thick with femininity, the kind that would make anybody's gaydar go berserk.
"Thanks," Kris blushed looking down at the floor. You're letting your shyness show, look up and flirt with your eyes. Remember that you are sexy as hell, confidence is key!
"Well aren't you just adorable!" Derrick squeaked excitedly, "All the boys who come in here are so uptight and macho and straight," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "I cannot tell you honey how many straight men come in here because they heard that acting gay would get you more money than in the straight movies," he rambled.
Kris giggled, pretending to be into Derrick's chatter. Just a little ass kissin', I will not leave here without a role.
Derrick continued to ramble on and on about how straight men think it's funny to join gay porn and how disgusted he is by it as he walked back toward his desk to retrieve his camera.
"Alright, honey, stand in the middle of the white paper and let me take some pictures of you fully clothed first," Derrick directed.
Kris did as he was told and walked to stand where he could have his picture taken. He looked like the all American man, in his skin tight brown tank-top and light brown khaki's, sunglasses on the top of his head.
"Give the camera your fierce face, baby," Derrick directed.
Kris tilted his head back and gave one of his well rehearsed faces, pouting his lips and burning a hole through the camera with his eyes. His hands in the pockets of his khaki's and standing in a wide stance. Since he was thirteen he had been practicing for his gay porn photo shoots and spending hours in front of the mirror posing and seeing what faces looked the best on him and what angles flattered him the most. He knew just what to do to make himself look stunning.
"Damn, you're breaking my camera, baby, you are hot!" Derrick said. "Alright, now let's take off that shirt."
Kris lifted his brown shirt off. Derrick shuffled closer to Kris to get some shoulder up shots and then walked backwards to get some full body photos. The top of Kris' briefs peeked through the top of his khaki's.
"Take the sunglasses out of your hair," Derrick directed. "And ruffle your hair up."
Kris threw his sunglasses into the pile where his shirt lay. And he ran his fingers through his hair making it stick up in all sorts of weird angles, looking like he just rolled out of bed.
"Very sexy, now turn around, good, now look over your shoulder at me and smile," Derrick nearly dropped his camera at the look Kris gave him. "Honey, I'm being completely serious, I have never photographed a better looking man who seemed so comfortable with being in front of the camera."
"I practice," Kris replied smugly.
After a couple more shots of Kris like this Derrick directed him to strip down to his birthday suit.
Normally anyone would be at least a little bit nervous at being naked in front of a complete stranger. But Kris loved it. He loved being naked and being photographed naked. He quickly stripped nude and felt completely comfortable with it.
"You have a beautiful body, Kris," Derrick said, taking some front facing pictures. "Perfect for this business."
"I'm glad to hear that," Kris smirked.
"Turn to the side and look toward me," Kris gave the camera wide doe eyes as he bit his bottom lip looking right into the camera. "Kris...your body, turn around now." Kris turned completely around, ass facing the camera, standing feet shoulder width apart. Derrick took many pictures of this angle. "Your bottom is magnificent Kris, do you get complimented on it a lot?"
"Oh yeah," Kris said, flashing Derrick a smile. He loves me, I am so getting a role.
"Okay, normally I would ask you to bend over and show me everything, but I don't think I need to see that from you, you've already passed with flying colors," Derrick set the camera down clapping his hands excitedly.
"Oh...," Kris looked down. "Well if you want to keep taking pictures, you can. I can bend over for you if you want me to."
Derrick giggled. "Wow, you are a eager little thing aren't you? Tell you what, I'm kind of rushed, I still have over a hundred more men to photograph, but I can tell that you will go far in this business just by looking at you. You have the spunk, the confidence, and you have certainly got the body for it." Derrick scanned Kris' naked body up and down slowly one last time. "There will be plenty of those kind of photo shoots in your future, where you can show off everything," Derrick winked at him. "Now get dressed and head across the hall to the director and he can ask you a few questions. You get an A-plus on this round."
Kris was beaming."Thank you so much, I appreciate that."
Soon Kris was fully dressed again in his brown tank and khaki's, he pocketed his sunglasses and headed across the hall to the directors room. It was much smaller than the first room he had been in, this one was just a tiny office with a desk and two chairs. A man younger than Derrick but still much older than Kris stood to shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Sammy," the man said with a warm smile. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes, and big white teeth. He was completely clean shaven and he had a deeper voice than Derrick, his gayness was not so obvious.
"Kris," he said with a firm grip against the other mans hand and smirk that said I got this in the bag.
"I know I know," Sammy laughed taking a seat on his side of the desk and motioning Kris to sit as well."Derrick texted me on your way over here."
"What did he say?" Kris said with wide eyes.
"He informed me that we may have found the next Brent Corrigan," Sammy giggled. "I take it you know who that is, correct?"
"Of course," Kris blushed, smiling up at Sammy. Holy shit, Brent Corrigan. I so got this, I SO got this!
"Alright," Sammy exhaled, pulling his clipboard closer to his side of the table. "Question time!"
Kris smiled. "Hit me with 'em."
"First off I need to see a valid I.D. with your date of birth to prove you are at least eighteen years of age," Sammy smiled at Kris extending his arm waiting for the card to be slipped into his hand.
After checking Kris' drivers license and writing down Kris' full name, date of birth and address on the form on the clipboard he handed the card back to it's owner.
"Actually," Kris said, "the address on my license is my parents address, I'd prefer you not contact them. I can give you my own address, if you need it." For the first time that afternoon Kris looked worried.
Sammy studied Kris' expression before smiling warmly. He reached out and rubbed Kris' shoulder. "Of course, sweetie, I understand, what is it?" And he scratched out the address he had written down, causing Kris to let out the deep breath he had not realized he had been holding. Kris recited the address to his new apartment in Los Angeles and Sammy wrote it down.
"Okay, now, the fun part!" Sammy rubbed his hands together bringing a smile back to Kris' face."Things you will and will not do."
"There isn't much that I won't do," Kris said confidently, eyeing Sammy across the desk.
"Mmmm, I like you, Kris," Sammy bit his bottom lip, transfixed by Kris' stare. "Let's state specifics though."
"Recieving oral?"
"Duh," Kris giggled.
"Giving Oral?"
"Mmmm"
"Recieving fingering?"
"Oh yeah."
"Giving fingering?"
"Sometimes."
"Receiving rimming?"
"My favorite!" Kris licked his lips. Sammy laughed.
"Giving rimming?"
"Eh...," Kris teeter tottered his hand and scrunched his face up.
"Not so much?" Sammy asked.
"It's not that, it's just that I'm more of a bottom and I am usually the one receiving all the prepping and I'm not that skilled in doing the prepping, you get what I'm saying?"
"Yeah totally," Sammy smiled widely. "We need more strictly bottoms in the buisness. So I will mark out 'topping' and put a memo on your sheet that says 'Strictly bottom' is that right?"
"Exactly," Kris smirked.
"So obviously that's a yes for recieving anal," Sammy giggled and marked something on his list. "Okay...," Sammy scanned the list clicking his tongue. "Ah okay, toys, is it okay to use them on you in films?"
"Like...?"
"Vibrators, cock rings, butt-plugs, nipple clamps, dildos, anal beads, gags, whips, paddles, hand cuffs..." Sammy rambled on and on about numerous sex toys.
"Ohhh, yes all of that," Kris crossed his legs feeling himself getting hard just at the thought of having a vibrator used on him in a scene with a camera filming all of it.
"Kris I'm going to be honest with you, I really like you, you seem perfect for this business and I would really love to have you in one of my films," Sammy leaned across the table to cover Kris' fist with his palm.
"So will you be calling me and letting me know if I got a role or not?" Kris asked, smirking confidently at Sammy.
"Fuck the phone call Kristopher, you got a part!" Sammy shook Kris' fist excitedly.
"Really?" Kris' eyes were wide and a huge smile spread across his face. Fuck yes!
"I would never turn you away! You are absolutely perfect for this business, fallen angel, baby that's what you are, congratulations!" Sammy got up to hug Kris.
Kris stood up to except Sammy's embrace. "Holy shit, thank you!"
"No, baby, thank you, we've needed someone like you for a long long time," Sammy said, his eyes glowing with the excitement of finding the eighth world wonder of the gay porn industry.
Kris calmed himself down, not wanting to seem so desperate. "You're going to love me, I love the camera and I love sex."
"Good," Sammy stepped back from Kris. "Okay now all you need is to read over these papers and contracts and sign them, make sure that this is what you want, get tested by a licensed doctor for all STD's as well as HIV and mail us the results. We will send you the script for the film in the mail as well as informing you of which character we have chosen for you to play and we will be calling you in about a month to let you know where you will be filming your first scene."
"This is so fucking awesome," Kris squealed taking the envelope full of contracts. "But how will I pay rent this month? Should I get a job in the mean time?"
"No no no," Sammy said. "As soon as you fill out all the contracts and sign all the papers, mail them back to us and you will be labeled as a contract star and we will pay you monthly, free for the first month because obviously you won't have had any scenes yet. Just read all the fine print and you will figure it all out." Sammy smiled at him.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Sammy said, walking back to take his seat on the edge of the desk again.
"You haven't even seen me act, how do you know that I'm not just a pretty face and that I'm not going to let you down once I get on set?" Kris asked seriously.
Sammy laughed loudly and patted Kris' back leading him out the doorway and back into the hallway.
"None of that really matters, as long as you can fuck," Sammy told him before closing the door and leaving Kris alone smirking at Sammy's last words. "as long as you can fuck." They have no idea.