This story is a piece of fiction loosely based on something that happened to me a few years back.
The problem was going to be explaining to my son exactly how I made my living. Since his mom and I divorced 9 years ago, we have only communicated by phone and email, and the only thing I told Zach about what what I do was limited to "I'm in computers."
Little did he know.
But he turned 18 a few months back, and in December asked to move into my place here in southern California to attend the winter semester at the local city college. I couldn't exactly say "no," but his arrival meant a change in my business plan. Or so I thought.
For the last five years I have run an on-line porn business out of my home. I've been lucky enough to make a fortune filming guys jerk off on camera for one website, and guys fucking chicks on camera for another. To say I enjoy my work would be an understatement. Every now and then I even include myself in the male-female fuck flicks, pulling my dick out during filming and getting a blow job from one of the lucky girls while she gets plowed by one my hired studs. But with Zach arriving, I figured I was going to have to find a new place to film.
Zach arrived right after Christmas. I hadn't seen him in nine years and was absolutely floored by the handsome man he had become. Thick, dark, wavy hair; in great shape without being too chiseled, a thick goatee, and a smile that was stunningly killer. Because it was the holiday season, I wasn't doing any filming. I felt that gave me some extra time to grow some cajones and tell him what sort of "computer business" I was actually in.
I had a few friends over for New Years Eve, including a couple of guys who model for me (Pete and Mark) and a woman they both fucked for me in a tag team clip I directed last summer (Maya).
After we toasted in the new year and most of the guests had left, these two guys and their pussy play-thing were in the kitchen helping Zach clean up. As I approached with a few plates I overheard Zach telling Maya what great tits she had.
What? Has she hauled her tits for my son? I walked around the corner and into the kitchen to find Maya fully clothed and the guys washing dishes. "What's this I hear about Maya's tits?," I asked.
Pete and Mark grinned as Maya took a swig of her beer. Zach turned around and was up front and blunt: "Dad, I ran across your website last year."
And there it was. He knew. AND he had watched.
"Ok, but how did you know it was my company?"
"Because you filmed one of the clips in the bedroom and I could totally see you working the camera in the mirror next to the bed."
Shit. So, he knew. My worry was that he'd think I was some sort of deviant. Then again, he was just complimenting one my model's breasts.
At this point, Pete was trying to get my attention. I put down the plate I was carrying, and asked him to help me carry out some trash. When we got to the alley, Pete looked at me with his bad boy grin and said, "Wayne, dude, Zach asked us how he would go about being in one of your videos." My jaw hit the ground. Zach? My son? Fucking on camera? For me??
"Get the fuck outta here," I said.
"Seriously. He came up to Maya and me and said he knew what sort of company you ran and that he'd seen us in the three way video with Mark. Then...get this...he hauled out his dick and said he thought he had what it took to make movies." Pete started laughing. "And Dude," he said, grabbing my crotch with his hand, "Like father, like son. The kid's got eight inches on him, at least!"
The shock of what was just said to me wore off briefly as a spark of pride went through me. It must have showed because Pete looked at me and said, "Hey, it's business. He's got the goods and wants to participate. I think you should do it. Really make it a family business."
I raised my eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Definitely."