Ryan Driller grew up in Littleton, Colorado and spent seven years down in Key West soaking up the sun and the scenery. Conservative household meant he kept things on a short leash for a while, until his girlfriend dumped him junior year and he decided to stop playing nice.
His folks split when he was twelve. He watched them snipe at each other until it finally ended, then watched them stay civil at every soccer game, swim meet, and school thing afterward. Two houses, half the fighting.
They know what he does for a living. Mom copes, dad pretends he doesn't. Both of them still wish he'd give them a "real actor" story to brag about at church.
Lost his V at a swim-team banquet, still in his tux, Powerpuff Girls on the tube while he went full devil on his girl's couch.
After that it got messy in the best way. Foam party, tiny Caribbean island, some random girl's ass got grabbed and Ryan talked his way into pounding her against the DJ booth. Another time a whole bachelorette crew in Key West decided he was the night's entertainment. One radio promo gig ended with the bar locking doors at 2 AM and turning the dance floor into a public orgy.
Non-sex stories are just as nuts. Nine-year-old Ryan sledding under a UPS truck, unscathed. Twenty feet from shore a twelve-foot hammerhead launches out of the water and snags a tarpon midair. He might've skinny-dipped with Shakira before she blew up stateside.
Broke up, exes told him to put it on film, so he answered Craigslist ads, did an American Bukkake debut, got the Superman gig through Axel Braun's people, and kept rolling.
Desert-island fantasy: endless bottle, SiriusXM forever, and any girl who wants to fuck till the tide comes in. Pocket multi-tool for water stills, fire, and whatever else he needs to survive.
Favorite book: The Shining, because King wrote it at the Stanley and the Rebecca De Mornay miniseries is basically word-for-word. Second is Inferno, and he swears skip the movie.
Off-set he lives for his dogs, his health, and his family.
Arrest record: BB-gun discharge as a kid, DUI in San Diego 2010. Blew a .08 after three spaced-out drinks, no interlock, wet-reckless, paid under five grand.
He's been caught balls-deep with buddies' exes, his own employees, even on a sailboat with Fish & Wildlife radioing in. Same guy who never misses a family dinner.
Ryan Driller grew up in Littleton, Colorado and spent seven years down in Key West soaking up the sun and the scenery. Conservative household meant he kept things on a short leash for a while, until his girlfriend dumped him junior year and he decided to stop playing nice.
His folks split when he was twelve. He watched them snipe at each other until it finally ended, then watched them stay civil at every soccer game, swim meet, and school thing afterward. Two houses, half the fighting.
They know what he does for a living. Mom copes, dad pretends he doesn't. Both of them still wish he'd give them a "real actor" story to brag about at church.
Lost his V at a swim-team banquet, still in his tux, Powerpuff Girls on the tube while he went full devil on his girl's couch.
After that it got messy in the best way. Foam party, tiny Caribbean island, some random girl's ass got grabbed and Ryan talked his way into pounding her against the DJ booth. Another time a whole bachelorette crew in Key West decided he was the night's entertainment. One radio promo gig ended with the bar locking doors at 2 AM and turning the dance floor into a public orgy.
Non-sex stories are just as nuts. Nine-year-old Ryan sledding under a UPS truck, unscathed. Twenty feet from shore a twelve-foot hammerhead launches out of the water and snags a tarpon midair. He might've skinny-dipped with Shakira before she blew up stateside.
Broke up, exes told him to put it on film, so he answered Craigslist ads, did an American Bukkake debut, got the Superman gig through Axel Braun's people, and kept rolling.
Desert-island fantasy: endless bottle, SiriusXM forever, and any girl who wants to fuck till the tide comes in. Pocket multi-tool for water stills, fire, and whatever else he needs to survive.
Favorite book: The Shining, because King wrote it at the Stanley and the Rebecca De Mornay miniseries is basically word-for-word. Second is Inferno, and he swears skip the movie.
Off-set he lives for his dogs, his health, and his family.
Arrest record: BB-gun discharge as a kid, DUI in San Diego 2010. Blew a .08 after three spaced-out drinks, no interlock, wet-reckless, paid under five grand.
He's been caught balls-deep with buddies' exes, his own employees, even on a sailboat with Fish & Wildlife radioing in. Same guy who never misses a family dinner.
