It’s interesting the demographics of the guys who want to get into the porn industry. More often than not, it’s guys from lower middle class upbringings, or lower than that, on the socio-economic scale. Usually they are one of the better looking guys in their graduating class from whatever Podunk town hey grew up in. They might not be Calvin Klein models, but they sure are hot compared to the average population of Billings, Montana. A good minority, however, tend to be from a much more well-to-do part of society, and they are the classic black sheep guys. For whatever reason, their privilege hasn’t pointed them in the right direction. They may be misguided, vain, selfish, and full of themselves, and they end up on a casting couch somewhere in Florida. Trey Reynolds in the latter sort. Posh house, great schools, never lacked for a thing. He even played lacrosse. When is the last time you met a two-bit male hooker who knew lacrosse? Pretty rare. Well, I don’t ask a lot of questions, and prefer to stick to the task at hand, which is getting in young guys’ pants, but from my limited interaction with Trey, I gathered that he had a screw loose and misbehaved to the point of being pretty much disowned. His family, sick of dealing with all his shit, had set him up at a school just far enough away from the rich burbs he grew up in that they didn’t need to see him every weekend. But, like a lot of snotty brat rich kids, the fact that his tuition, room, and board was covered didn’t cut it. You can’t go out for a night on the town with a college cafeteria voucher, after all. Trey is what I like to call “rich-kid broke.” So, not only has he convinced himself that he is impoverished, he also fashions himself as a porn star in waiting. This is probably encouraged by whatever frat his got into, and maybe he wanted to prove something to his newfound buddies. When I met him, he was so desperate to get into the business, he said, that even though he preferred females, he would do whatever it took to get into the biz. That was my cue, and I had him down lickety split. Upon meeting him in person, I soon found out that not only does he have a lot of skeletons in his closet, but he himself is in the closet. Only 18 years old, Trey seems to be a true cock connoisseur. How he got so damn good at sucking dick I will probably never know, but he must have gobbled up every cock at every party he’s been at since his freshman year. I can actually envision him prowling upon the buddies who had had one too many solo cups full of brew. Tables turned for Trey, however, once he was on the couch and I had my camera in hand. It didn’t take me long to find out that he is one of the most eager teenage sluts I’ve met in a while. Not only did he bust a load while simultaneously deep throating my pole, but he let me bareback his cute little hole until I dumped my load into him. I’m not sure that he’d necessarily want everyone back at the frat house to know what a cock slut he is, but now he is pretty much exposed for what he is, and I sure had a fun time helping him out.