Tres Fort Studios - 1

[slayerfx116]

Hey guys! I'd gotten pretty good feedback on my other stories so far, so I thought I'd submit another! This is part 1 of a new series that I just wrote. The whole thing is finished so I'll just be posting a new chapter each day as long as they are wanted. I've had this story floating around in my head for a while and I finally got around to shaping it and expanding on my original idea. Let me know that you think!

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TRES FORT PRODUCTIONS IS LOOKING FOR MEN MEETING CERTAIN PHYSICAL REQUIREMENTS TO BE CAST IN A BRAND NEW SERIES OF ADULT FILMS! IF YOU MEET THE LISTED REQUIREMENTS AND ARE READY TO REACH NEW HEIGHTS IN THE ADULT INDUSTRY THEN COME FOR AN INTERVIEW AT OUR OFFICES!

1629 CROSS STREET
SATURDAY MAY 15TH 8AM-4PM
NO APPOINTMENT NEEDED

I don’t remember where I had seen the advertisement...could have been a stray e-mail or a poster from the street but I do remember thinking long and hard about what it said.

The physical requirements were listed as:

Height: 6’0 and taller
Weight 180-300 lbs.
Age: 18-35
Well endowed men preferred.

Well I fell right into those parameters. 6’2, 215 lbs, 23, 9 in. Awesome. But the poster didn’t say what the interview would entail and how much I’d be paid if cast. I knew I wanted to give it a shot though. I’ve got a nice enough body to be completely comfortable doing porn as long as it was safe and not in some kind of sketchy environment.

There was almost a month until the interviews and I was only mildly convinced to give it a go. It wasn’t all a quest for money, but rather an opportunity to prove to myself I am desirable. My last few relationships had gone kind of awry.

I’d been through a number of girls and guys but my last relationship was with a friendly blonde girl who I met my Sophomore year of college. We hit if off right away and things were going great but as soon as we got into the bedroom she told me that she thought I was just too gigantic a man for her. Because of the lack of commitment from her and a non-existent sexual relationship we ultimately had to end it.

This last relationship had me really self conscious. I was a bit of late bloomer, not really maturing physically until almost the end of my Junior year of high school. I was scrawny and around 5’6. I ran and played a plethora of sports but I was nothing more than lean at best. Almost overnight I reached a tremendous growth spurt. During the summer from May to June I grew to my now 6’2, bulked up significantly and finally had more than just a plain old 6 inches downstairs.

Because of my drastic growth I had a somewhat bottled up fear that I wouldn’t stop growing. I didn’t want to be a freak, but I had longed to be bigger since Middle School. Hearing my last girl telling me that I was “too gigantic” wasn’t exactly a compliment. Most men wouldn’t be phased at the idea of being well endowed or just plain large physically but it made me uncomfortable. It made me feel like I stuck out and that there was some kind of unspoken expectations of me because I had a body like this.

Doing a few pornos might give me some confidence in the way I look and my overall physical stature. I was sure there’d even be guys there that were much larger than me since the requirements of the ad said that they had to be at least 6 foot even or larger.

The days marched on and I had thought about the interviews so much I’d gone almost mad. It was the day before the interview when I decided that I was definitely going to go and see what they ask of me. I just hoped this would be the answer to my insecurities.

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Upon arriving at the Tres Fort offices I found my way to the front desk where I signed in, gave some contact information and then sat in a waiting room. The place was absolutely packed to the gills, something I didn’t really expect. Every chair was filled which left the waiting room standing room only. There also seemed to be some kind of white noise generators placed around the room so no one could hear what was going on in the back rooms.

Looking around I saw that my guess was nearly right. Most men looked to be about 6’0 while there was a significant amount that were around my height. There were only a few exceptions including a black guy who was around 6’5 and an Italian looking hunk who must have been at least 6’8.

There was only some idol chatter in the waiting room by men who seemed to know each other. A few groups were obviously friends or college kids while a few even appeared to be brothers. Most men though were just messing around on their phones, reading a magazine or filling out some paperwork. A woman from behind the sign in desk came over and gave me a chart to fill out as well. Most of the questions were about my sexual preferences, and physical stats.

One box on the form in particular confused me a little it said “As part of a Tres Fort production you may be required to alter yourself to fit a role. Are you willing to comply?” I thought for a moment...alter yourself...it must mean like changing your hair or working out more. I checked the box. I only had short brown hair anyway so there was really anything they could do with me that shouldn’t bug me too much. Change is supposed to be good...right?

After turning in my forms and waiting a little longer another receptionist came up to me and escorted me into the back. The room she put me in was something of a sitting room with a couch and some chairs but there was also a counter that looked like it belonged in a doctor’s exam room. The top was piled with various doctor’s instruments, towels, condoms, lube and another clipboard with a form.

“The interviewer will be right in. They may or may not ask you to disrobe so don’t be shy, hun! You’ll knock ‘em dead.” the woman said, giving a toothy smile and closing the door. It was less than ten minutes before the interviewer knocked on the door and came in. What I saw next shocked me somewhat.

The man that entered had to be at least 6’10 or taller. He was olive skinned with short dark hair and was wearing a button down shirt and dress pants that clung to him tightly. it was obvious that he worked out quite frequently because his pecs jutted away from his body and his back noticeably strained the shirt, causing some pull on the buttons. He couldn’t have been more than 30.

“Hello, Dean,” he began, looking down at his chart for my name. “Nice to meet you I’m Scott Talons, I’m a casting manager and director for Tres Fort Productions. I’ll be taking you through the interview process.” We shook hands, mine completely engulfed in his, and sat.

The interview was a little nerve wracking but mild. He asked me things like why I was there, what I was willing to do, my preferences on men and women and if I had any fetishes or fantasies that I would be willing to play out in a shoot.

After what seemed like an hour he flipped over his top sheet on his clipboard and read what I assumed was my form I had filled out in the waiting room. “It says here that you’re endowment is 9 inches? Not to say I don’t believe you but that’s a hefty claim. Would you mind showing me? If it’s a fib don’t worry I won’t tell.” he said with a wink.

I stood and took of my t-shirt, revealing my not-too-hugely muscled torso. Scott commented on my hairy chest. He asked if I liked it or if I’d be willing to shave it. “I do like it a lot, but I wouldn’t mind shaving it if I had to.” I replied, unbuckling my belt and sliding my jeans to the floor. Scott smiled and nodded his approval as I stood in my tight boxer briefs, my bulge noticeable but flaccid.

“Good. Go on.” Scott said, winking. I took a deep breath and lowered my boxer briefs, my 5 inch soft cock and ping pong sized balls flopping out meatily. Scott smiled as I stepped out of my underwear. “Ah, shaved. Preferable. Would you mind going all natural?” he asked. I replied saying I wouldn’t mind but I hadn’t had thick pubes since my Freshman year of college.

“All right, let’s see some more.” Scott mused, scooting forward to the edge of his chair, his large dress shoes digging into the rug. I looked at the floor and then back up at Scott. “I’ve been with men before so I don’t mind getting hard in front of you, but do you think I could get a magazine or something? I’m still kind of nervous.” I said, somewhat embarrassed at my modesty.

Scott smirked and put down his clipboard. “Aren’t you just too cute. You need some stimulation, is that it? No worries.” Scott stood and I expected him to go into a drawer and retrieve a magazine or a toy but instead his hands moved to his shirt. His thick fingers swiftly unbuttoned the whole thing in record time and he dropped his shirt to the floor, leaving him bare chested. Scott was a sight to behold. He looked like a professional bodybuilder. His pecs were a huge shelf that jutted away from his broad shoulders and his abs were absolutely shredded. I could have done my laundry on them.

Scott began to flex his huge 22” biceps and kiss them passionately. I began to perk up a bit and sat on the edge of the couch, stroking my cock a bit. Scott then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I realized that his cock was already rock hard and was wrapping around his right hip thickly. He proceeded to pull down his dress pants and underwear in one fowl swoop.

At his point my jaw hit the floor. Scott’s cock literally swung to attention and slapped his cobblestone abs. It had to be at least a foot long and his balls were hefty lemons that hung low in his thick scrotum. He stroked right along with me, flexing and shaking his massive bubble butt at me. I was soon as hard as a rock and he looked down to see if I’d made any progress.

“Whoa, slow down Dean. I have to measure that thing before you come!” He said. He padded over to the counter and grabbed a measuring tape. He got on his knees and wrapped the tape around my cock and then down the shaft, playing with my balls a little to keep me hard. “Well, it looks like you weren’t lying, Dean. You’re 9 inches by 6 inches. Quite a sizable piece and just what we’re looking for.” Scott said, wrapping the tape measure back up.

Scott’s compliment made me feel good. I was glad I was what they needed and for once didn’t feel like my big meat pole was a curse or a burden. Scott then, quite unexpectedly, put his roomy mouth around my cock and quickly deep throated it like a pro. I moaned loudly, the deep sound reverberating off the walls of the interview room. It wasn’t long before, after a roller coaster ride of licking and sucking up and down my shaft, I had shot a huge load into Scott’s mouth. He stood and swallowed my load without missing a drop or leaving any on my member.

“It’s nice to have someone shaved for once. Honestly, no one likes to floss when they eat am I right?” Scott said, wiping his mouth and beginning to get dressed. I laughed and agreed, taking his cue and slipping my clothes back on as well. “Well, Dean you’re exactly what we’re looking for. You’ve got the job. Welcome to Tres Fort Productions! Before we get some more information from you and have a photo shoot we’re going to need to make some adjustments. A nurse will be in to help you in a few minutes. Thanks, Dean!” Scott said, shaking my hand and leaving the room.

[manlion]

Sounds great so far, please continue!

[Londonboy]

Tres spectacular! Feel free to proceed!

[maximum360]

Interesting!
Keep it up!

[Mad Dog]

Intriguing. Looking forward to more. :3