Casting

Andy did as he was told and walked down the hall to the casting office and knocked on the door twice.

"Come in!" A woman's voice beckoned him inside. It sounded vaguely familiar, but Andy couldn't put his finger on it.

Andy walked in and found himself center stage in an impromptu film shoot. There were two cameras, manned by crew. There were bright lights in his eyes, which made it hard to see who he was talking to. He could make out two people, a man sitting behind a desk and a woman leaning on the front of it.

"Hey can you guys turn down the lights for a second?" Andy said. "I'm not here for a shoot. I'm just want to introduce mysel..."

"Save it for the tape, buddy." The man said. "Okay, step forward. Tell us your name and get naked."

"I'm not here to take anything off, man," Andy barked back. "I'm Andy Hardwood. I'm starting work on the business side today. Probably in accounting?"

"Probably?" He echoed with a chuckle, prompting everyone in the room to laugh. "I don't know who you're tryin' to fool, kid, so I think you should drop 'em so we can all get on with our day."

Andy was getting pissed off. How come no one was listening? It was almost as if... And, just like that, he figured it out. They were hazing him. They all knew who he was. His dad had been talking him up for weeks and he just strolled in out of the blue one day? They wanted to see if he could hang. This wasn't exactly how we thought his career would begin, but he didn't want to disappoint. He was the "Crowned Prince," after all.

Andy removed his shirt, revealing a right muscular chest and taut, but not six-pack-level abs. Then he undid his pants, dropping them unceremoniously to reveal his long-legged boxer briefs, which didn't so much bulge as they strained to contain his extremely large, thick member.

The energy changed when the bulge came out. One member of the crew gasped. Everyone clearly fixated on it immediately. What felt sort of like a party suddenly became a viewing. There was no chit-chat or chuckling. On the one hand, the change in tone felt appropriate, given what he was doing. On the other, what felt like a prank so suddenly felt very important. And more like the thing Andy wanted to avoid. But he had already started and wasn't going to chicken out now. He quickly bent forward, pulled down the boxer briefs, and raised his torso back up, thrusting his half-hard cock forward to take center stage. This time there were multiple gasps.

It was hard to find girls at school who were actually interested playing with a 14-inch penis. He basically had to give up on asking someone out purely based on being pretty or making a connection because many of them simply couldn't handle it. As much as he hated to admit it, the easiest way for him to get laid was simply to spread around who his parents were and, inevitably, some girls would get curious and find him. Most of the time, the girls who were eager enough to get in touch were ready, or at least eager, to get stretched out by his huge "porn cock."

Now his pretend porn cock was auditioning for the real deal. He grabbed it at the base and gave it a little wiggle to wake it up a bit. "I'm pretty sure it's bigger than the boss' cock," he said with cocky snarl. The gasps gave way to murmuring. "Holy shit! Jack wasn't kidding," one camera guy said to the lighting crew.

"This kid's got it alright," the man said to the woman. "What do you think, Ginnie?"

"I think we need to make sure he can get it up on camera before we start treatin' him like he's a unicorn," the woman apparently named Ginnie replied. Ginnie, Ginnie, Ginnie... Andy heard the voice and the name, and a picture started to form. She was Ginnie Heaty, a 40-something MILF pornstar known for her flaming red hair, milky pale skin, and a heavy pair of big naturals. Andy knew Ginnie had worked with his dad, but not that she was part of the company.

Ginnie stepped forward from the desk into the light and, all of a sudden, which allowed Andy to get a closer look. Ginnie was wearing a grey pantsuit with a teal tubetop underneath, which could barely contain her ample bussom. She strode over to him, and Andy felt his cock a bit more blood rush to his crotch with each she took. When she reached him, she put her hand on Andy's shoulder and gently turned both of them so the cameras could get the best view. Then she leaned in and whispered into his ear, "So what do you say, honey? You wanna show me what you can do?"