Gay for Pay: An All Cocks Story (All Cocks Stories) (Volume 1) (3 page)

Chris just stared down at his untouched burger as he took a trip down memory lane. He told Colton everything from how he and Amanda met, fell in love and made plans for a life together after high school. Every major event in their lives that led up to the night of the party, how Michael tried to convince Chris not to drive, but he did just to prove that he was invincible. How in the aftermath of the accident his family disowned him, his trial, his downward spiral into booze, drugs and depression. How Michael picked him up, slapped some sense into him then dusted his ass off and dragged him to New York to start a new life.

The memories of a beautiful blonde with an infectious laugh who was someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, who could have been someone’s wife, someone’s mother, haunted his every waking thought just as much as she haunted his dreams. But that was a secret he kept to himself because if Michael knew he still had nightmares about Amanda and the accident, he’d demand Chris start seeing a shrink again. Thinking about how well that worked for him three years ago made Chris shudder. When he stole a glance in Michael’s direction, he met with a somewhat knowing stare from his best friend.

Michael opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Colton. “Oh my god Chris, that is probably the saddest thing I have ever heard in my life. How could everyone just push you out of their lives like that? Your parents, your friends? I don’t understand…” Colton’s voice grew an octave with every sentence he spoke until Chris cut him off by placing a hand on his shoulder.

A sad smile graced his handsome face, “It’s okay Col, I messed up and I own that. Besides, I’ve still got Michael and Max, and now you.” Chris chuckled at his friend when Colton grabbed a napkin to blow his nose and wipe the tears away.

“Do you have a picture of her? Of Amanda?” Colton asked.

Chris nodded and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet he opened it and removed the now almost worn out snapshot of him with Amanda on his back after they won State championships in 2009.

Colton took the picture, smiling at the love that radiated off the image. “Oh wow, she is beautiful isn’t she? Almost pretty enough to turn a gay boy straight I’d say.” Colton laughed as Chris shoved him gently. He didn’t even realize he still had the flyer from the other night in his pocket until Michael reached over and grabbed it where it sat underneath Chris’s wallet.

“What’s this?” he asked as he unfolded the paper, he scanned the words on the page before giving Chris a questioning glare, bordering on angry. “What the fuck is this Chris?” Michael demanded.

Chris reached for the paper, but Michael jerked his hand back, refusing to let it go. “No, tell me why you have this. You can’t possibly be considering this Chris?” the question hung in the air, thick, like the constant smog in the city.

Chris placed his hands palms down on the table and glared right back at his angry friend. “It’s just an idea Michael, don’t get all worked up, okay? I haven’t decided if I’m even going to do it yet or not.”

Max plucked the flyer out of his boyfriend’s hand and looked it over…

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There was a phone number, website link and an email address in small print at the bottom of the flyer. Max whistled and shook his head then grinned at Chris. Michael snatched the flyer out of his hand and tore it in half. Chris didn’t even blink; he knew where he could find another one if Michael decided to tear this one to shreds.

“Michael I’m unemployed, broke and all but homeless. If it weren’t for you and Max letting me stay here and the inheritance money from my grandfather, I’d be on the streets.” Chris tried to make his friend see his reasoning for considering this alternative for employment.

“Dammit Chris, you can sleep on our couch forever.” Max shook his head, it made Chris laugh. “Stop it, both of you, I’m being serious here. You are straight Chris, you are not a bigot or a homophobe, but if you do this you will have to have sex with another man, you realize that right?”

Chris ran his hand down his face, sighing, trying to find the right words to say. “Look, I haven’t said I’m going to do this yet okay? You’re right, I don’t know if I can, but I’ve been doing some online research and there are a lot of guys that just model nude and jack off on camera for these sites. It’s not as big of a payday as the sex is, but it’s better than nothing right now Michael. Besides, I’m sure if I decide to take it up the ass, you can give me a few pointers.” Chris said the last part playfully, and Michael finally relaxed a little, laughing at him.

“No way! You can ask Max or Colton, but don’t come knocking on my door for a beginner class in gay sex 101.”

Colton was jumping up and down in his seat; it was hysterical. “Oh, Oh! Pick me, Pick me!” He was waving his hand in the air like they did in grade school when waiting to be called on. Chris knocked his hand down, laughing at his newest friend.

Crisis averted, they finally dug into their now cold burgers, washing them down with warm beer while Max and Colton tried to one-up each other with filthy gay sex jokes.
Chris noticed Michael starring at the torn flyer a couple times, and then looking in his direction. He knew there would be more questions and a longer discussion that night after Colton went home.

~ Chapter 2 | All Cocks ~

Chris tossed and turned that night before he finally fell into a restless sleep. When the sun streaming in through the open curtains woke him the next morning, he just laid there for a while staring at the ceiling, weighing his options. He had applied for hundreds of jobs over the past few years since moving to New York, but the final answer was always the same. No one wanted to hire someone with an Involuntary Manslaughter charge on their record. If it wasn’t for the money he got when his Grandfather died not long after he moved to New York, he would have been up the proverbial creek.

That line of thought only made Chris bury his head under his pillow, his Grandfathers death. His father called Michael to tell him, not Chris, and made it perfectly clear that Chris was not welcome at the funeral. And then when his dad called back a few days later to tell Michael about the will, Michael said the man was livid about having to give his ‘disappointment of a son’ so much as one red cent. In the end it was the anger and frustration Chris felt over being abandoned by his family that pushed him to make the call to All Cocks.

The next day, Chris made his way downtown to the address he’d been given for his interview. The small, non-descript office building housed about a dozen doors Chris noticed, as he made his way to Suite 69, and yes, he laughed at the irony. Inside he found a bubbling brunette that wore more eye makeup than Tammy Faye Bakker with a headset precisely positioned on top of her pinned back hair, smiling up at him as he entered the room.

“HI!” she stood and teetered over to him on a pair of sky high, needle thin heels in a dress that had to be two sizes too small for her double D chest. “I’m Cassie, and you must be Christopher, it’s nice to meet you.” She shoved her tiny hand up towards his chest. At 6 foot 2, Chris towered over most people and the tiny brunette in front of him could likely fit in his back pocket.

He gently took her hand, and remembering his manners, pulled it up as he leaned down, kissing the tops of her fingers. “Yes, it’s just Chris though, nice to meet you ma’am.” He poured every drop of his southern roots into the word ma’am and grinned a little as Cassie melted into a puddle at his feet.

“Oh, well, aren’t you just the gentleman?” she cooed, batting her fake eyelashes. While he could not deny the beauty that was hidden underneath ten gallons of Cover Girl, he generally liked his women a bit more rough around the edges.

Chris smiled down at her and nodded. Cassie turned and plucked a clip board piled high with papers and a pen off her desk, then turned back around and shoved it at Chris. “Here ya go darling.” She gave it her best, but it just came out like back alley valley girl. “Have a seat right there,” she pointed to a row of chairs behind him along the wall. “And fill all those out, and then just holler when you’re done and I’ll let Victor know you’re here!” She made her way through a door across the room, and Chris sat and started filling out the mountain of papers before him.

To Chris, it seemed like he sat there waiting for Victor for hours, but in reality it was probably not long at all. He was nervous, and that nervousness all but made the clock stand still. Right about the time his brain started trying to talk him out of following through with it, the door opened again and a very large man with a foreign accent called him back. He followed the guy through the winding halls as he told Chris the history of All Cocks, how he was an immigrant from Romania, coming to America with the promise of life, liberty, happiness and all that crap.

As soon as the guy, Victor, said he was originally from Romania, Chris took a second look at his appearance. He was as tall as Chris, but thinner with shoulder length jet black hair. His skin was milky white and when he turned and Chris really looked at his face he saw eyes as black as his hair and, yep he thought, Dracula. It was the accent, the black on white and the build, the man just looked like he could tear your heart out with his bare hands. Chris chuckled and Victor gave him a questioning look over his shoulder. Chris just waved him off.

Victor finally showed him into a room that was set up like a living room. There were two big, fluffy couches, a long coffee table full of more paperwork, a recorder and a camera. Chris hesitated just inside the door and then was almost knocked off his feet as Cassie barreled into him from behind carrying a tray with a carafe and two cups on it. She whistled as she waltzed in, set the carafe and the cups on the table and then spun the tray in one hand as she tottered back out the door on her too high heels.

“Come, sit,” Victor said, and Chris did as he was told. “Coffee?” he asked, Chris nodded and Victor launched into the strangest job interview Chris had ever witnessed, and he had been on a lot of interviews in the past two years.

“So, you contacted us through one of our flyers, that is telling me you already know the core of our business here at All Cocks.” Victor paused and looked at Chris, waiting for an answer so Chris just nodded.

“Good, good. The reason we have you fill out all the paperwork in beginning is so we can get a feel for what you are and are not willing to do when you start. Most of our models continue to negotiate terms of their contracts over the first few months of employment, getting their feet wet and realizing what they can and cannot do sexually, so to speak.” Victor sat back and crossed his legs, taking a long draw of his coffee and eyeing Chris over his cup. At a loss for words, Chris just nodded again which seemed to be enough of an acknowledgement for Victor.

“This interview is meant to be informal, a getting to know each other type of situation, that is the purpose of the more relaxed environment you are feeling here. So, I am asking you a few questions based on what I see on your papers and you let me know if what I will be assuming is correct, okay?” Chris was at a loss for words, he sat stupidly silent, unsure of what to say in response.

“Are you having second thoughts already?” Victor asked, setting his cup down on the table and eyeing Chris cautiously for the first time since they met.

“Oh, no… no, no, sorry. This is just… well, it’s all very surreal and I’m not sure where my head is right now. But no, I’m not walking out just yet. Please, continue.” Chris was babbling, he sat his cup down as well and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.

“I am understanding your hesitancy Christopher.” Victor’s barely broken English actually helped Chris relax a bit.

“Just Chris,” he said.

“Okay, Just Chris.” Victor smiled at him and his black eyes gleamed. What was that called again? Oh yes, glamour, the Vampire was using his mind powers to loosen Chris up. The thought made Chris grin from ear to ear, and Victor returned the smile. No way the big guy could know exactly what Chris was smiling about. It took everything Chris had not to bust out laughing right then.

“You stated in your application that you are straight, so my first suggesting to you would be to allow me to introduce you to one of our more experienced straight models. While we like to hire gay or bi-sexual men here, we do take on models that are gay for pay, for lack of better term. So, let me ask you just Chris, have you ever been with other man in any way?”

“Umm.. No.” Chris choked out his response, his jovial mood from just moments before vanished with Victor’s question. Victor laughed for the first time and it was so loud and vibrant, Chris couldn’t help but smile again.

“Is okay Just Chris, I already knowing who I want to mentor you. We have a guy, Jordan; he has been with us for years now. He is straight as an arrow, is that the right term?” Victor asked Chris, he just nodded. “Yes, an arrow, but he shoots the best scenes for us. I think you could learn a lot from him and he is friendly guy. I call him when we finish here, are you available this weekend to meet with him?” Chris nodded again, he wasn’t sure where his voice had run off too, he’d been reduced to simple head nods.