Gay for Pay: An All Cocks Story (All Cocks Stories) (Volume 1) (4 page)

“Rest assured Just Chris, your level of comfort is vital to your performance. We will never make you do anything you are not being comfortable with, never be fear of saying no. What I would like to do first is introduce you to some of our models and then we will set up a time later in the week for you to come out to the house and see some of our shoots. Maybe do an online introduction for… wait, we need to decide what name you will use on the site.” Victor sat forward in his seat, waiting for Chris to say something.

“What do you mean the name I’ll use, I won’t use my own name?” Chris asked, and immediately flushed at how stupid he felt. Of course no one used their real names with what he’d seen online. Bravo Delta and Blaze Law, no parent could have tagged their kid with such names. “Sorry, I see what you are saying, anonymity. Right. Honestly, there is no one in my life that cares that doesn’t already know I’m considering this, so Chris is as good a name as any for me.”

Victor sat back then and gave Chris a sad smile, he clearly understood what Chris was, or actually wasn’t saying.

“How about we call you Kris, with a K?” he asked. Chris thought for moment and agreed, at least it would allow him that one degree of separation from all this craziness he was fixing to dive head first into. Time seemed to fly by after that. Victor took him through a tour of the offices which housed only the business side of things. There was one room with a bed and a few mundane pictures on the walls, a camera and some lights standing in the corner. Victor explained this was where most models shot their introductory scenes. It was also used for the occasional shoot when they brought models in that weren’t comfortable driving out to the house.

Apparently most of All Cocks business was conducted from the home Victor shared with his partners on the outskirts of the city. “Porn is an uncomfortable business from the start Chris, so my partners and I make a conscious decision from start to create a comfortable environment for our models, that way we making sure we get the most honest response from our endeavors,” Victor told him as they made their way back toward the lobby where he started, how many hours ago?

“Let me ask you this Chris, why is it you are wanting to come to work for me? What has brought you here?” Victor had stopped in the middle of the hall, just a few doors down from the exit, so close to a clean getaway Chris thought. He didn’t know how honest he should be right then, but then he thought about how honest Victor had been with him in the little time they’d spent together, and decided to be just as honest with him.

“You already know from reading my application,” Chris said the word while making finger quotes in the air, “That I have a record, involuntary manslaughter, it’s a lovely story that I’ll share with you should we spend more time together. In all honesty, I’m broke and I have no other options Victor. I’m tired of being a drain on my best friend and his boyfriend. I’m tired of feeling worthless and depressed, having to drag my ass out of bed in the mornings. I just want to have something to do, somewhere to go, I want to matter to…. well, to anyone actually.” Chris was so close to crying and he couldn’t even figure out why. What was it about his man that made Chris want to tell him all his deep, dark secrets? Definitely a vampire with those brainwashing powers he had seen on the HBO show, True Blood.

Victor gave him a genuinely sad smile, reaching up and gripping his shoulder tight with his long, thin fingers. For just a moment, Chris mind flashed back to one of his high school football games. It was his freshman year and he was still getting used to playing with all the new guys at his high school, they’d won, of course, and his father jogged toward him out on the field with a huge grin on his face. As he approached a then much smaller Chris he reached out and placed his larger hand on his son’s shoulder, gripping it much like Victor was doing right then.

“Chris, are you okay?” Victor’s melodic Transylvanian voice brought Chris out of the memory and he sniffed, realizing he had gone misty eyed at just the memory of the love he once got from his father. A man that now loathed his son with every fiber of his being.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Chris attempted to smile. Certain it came across as more of a grimace judging by the knowing glare Victor gave him.

“I am thinking that there is more to your life that I should be knowing, am I right Just Chris?” in that moment, Chris stared at the man in front of him, seeing him as more than just this Count Dracula persona Chris had given him. As more than just a guy that owned an internet porn company. No, there was something very fatherly about the firm but almost caring grip Victor had on his shoulder, and the concern in the deep black pools that were his eyes seemed genuine.

Chris just nodded and choked back a sob, he wanted to bury his head in Victor’s chest and cry until his heart stopped hurting. What the hell was it about his man, this virtual stranger that had Chris ready to lay himself bare at the man’s feet?!

Victor just nodded and pulled Chris back inside, back toward the room they’d just left. “Okay, we are changing the plans; you are coming home with me for dinner, yes?” Victor posed the question as if Chris had the choice to deny his request, but as he drug Chris back down the hallway behind him, Chris just smiled and nodded, not even thinking about the fact that Victor couldn’t hear his head bobbing.

~ Chapter 3 | Partners ~

Chris called Michael on the way out to Mamaroneck, a very small township of New York that was about an hour drive from the city. Michael was none too pleased that Chris was travelling outside of the city with a man he’d just met, but Victor demanded to speak with Chris’s roommate who was shouting so loud at Chris that Victor could hear every word where he sat across from Chris, on the other side of the car. After a couple minutes of that entrancing voice, Victor handed the phone back to Chris and Michael was much more accepting of the arrangement. Apparently Chris was going to spend the night at Victor’s home and ride back into the city with him tomorrow.

As they drove out of the city limits, the scenery became more vivid and bright, the leaves on the trees shining brightly in the midday sun. When the driver pulled off onto a gravel road and the trees opened up to a road that ran parallel with the water Chris gasped. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, and Victor agreed. There were boats and houses lining the water front area they now drove beside, and soon the car turned onto a dirt lined driveway and stopped next to a simple but elegant brick home with white trim. It was three stories with a huge yard that looked out over the water. There was a large tree with a tire swing attached to it that sat adjacent to a large porch that wrapped around one half of the house.

Chris climbed out of the town car and quickly headed toward the side of the yard that looked out onto the water. The green of the grass dropped into the blue water of the lake, the colors blending together flawlessly, it was nothing if not beautiful. A slamming door made him jump and turn. Stepping off the screened in back porch was a tall, lean man with black curly hair and eyes so blue, Chris could see them even from the distance. He quickly approached Victor, giving him a hug before leaning back and giving the man a short, but still somewhat intimate kiss on the lips. He turned toward Chris and smiled, extending his hand as he walked toward him, “You must be Chris; I’m Andrew, Victor’s partner.”

The screen door slammed again and three more guys joined them in the yard: Gabe, Kory and Ashton. Gabe was short and slim with long blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail. Chris thought that if he were looking at Gabe from a distance, he might mistake him for a woman. Kory was tall and broad, much like Chris, but he had short, buzzed, dull brown hair and equally dull brown eyes. Ashton was familiar to Chris, though he couldn’t place from where. His skin was a deep, dark bronze and his brown hair had golden streaks in it, most likely from the sun. Chris held his hand a little longer than the others, “Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked, certain that they’d met before.

“I don’t think so,” Ashton said playfully, holding onto Chris’s hand a little tighter while he eyed Chris up and down, very slowly. “I think I’d remember meeting your fine ass,” he said, running his tongue over his bottom lip, then winking at Chris. Before Chris could come up with an appropriate response, Victor smacked Ashton on the ass and shooed him and the other guys back towards the house. He then turned and wrapped an arm around Chris’s shoulder and started walking them toward the house, explaining that the three guys Chris just met were all models for All Cocks, his extended family basically.

The rowdy bunch made their way back inside the house, and Chris was astonished yet again. Just inside the screened in porch that held a variety of wicker lawn furniture, a fire pit and a flat screen TV was an enormous kitchen with two refrigerators and a very large, scary looking stove. A long marble counter stretched across the middle of the kitchen, with an even larger dining table that housed twelve chairs off to the far side of the room.

The back door slammed shut again, but this time Chris didn’t jump; he already associated the sound with this big, rowdy house. Two more guys came running in wearing swim trunks, towels wrapped around their necks, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the wood tiled floor. Andrew barked at them, “Boys, really?! I’ve told you umpteen times to dry off BEFORE you come inside!” it was obvious that Andrew’s bark was far worse than his bite by the mirth that Chris saw in those blue eyes, and the fact that he smiled somewhat adoringly at the two guys that blushed at their mutual berating.

Everyone in the house laughed when one of the wet ones said, “Yes, Mother!” in response to Andrews ranting.

More introductions were made and Chris swore he’d have a migraine trying to remember who everyone was in the end. But one name caught his attention; Jordan. That was the straight model for All Cocks that Victor told Chris he was going to partner him with to learn the ins and outs of the industry. Chris was about to ask, just to make sure, but Jordan beat him to it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Victor called me earlier and filled me in a little on your situation, said he wanted me to be available for any questions you had. So maybe, after dinner we can talk?” Jordan gave him a grin that was all white teeth framed by a Grizzly Adams beard.

“Yeah, I’d appreciate that. I think I’m a little out of my element here.” Chris joked and Jordan clapped his back, leading him off toward the kitchen to find a couple beers. Chris didn’t even notice the guy that had walked in with Jordan was watching him closely as they made their way into the kitchen.

“Honest Abe!” Kory called out to Linc as he watched the newest member of their odd little family walk out onto the porch with Jordan. He ignored the dig on his name. Kory was drunk, he could tell by the tone of his voice. Linc was too busy watching Chris at the moment to deal with Kory’s usual antics. My god but the man was beautiful. Linc leaned on the back of the couch and pretended to be interested in what the guys were watching on the TV, but he was actually watching Jordan and Chris through the window.

Jordan and Chris could easily pass for brothers. Both were tall with auburn hair, though Chris’s leaned more toward the red spectrum while Jordan’s leaned toward brown. And both men were built like linebackers with broad shoulders and thick muscled arms. Linc couldn’t help but think about those arms pinning him down to the bed while the man fucked him into the mattress. Linc turned his back to the two men out on the porch, leaning against the back of the couch so he could look around and see if anyone was watching him, watching Chris. The last thing he needed, or wanted, was for Kory to take notice and start ribbing him about it.

Confident that no one was paying any attention; Linc turned back around and leaned down onto the back of the couch, continuing his perusal of Chris’s body. Chris wore a plain white T with his khaki shorts, but the colorful ink that wrapped around his arm could be seen beyond the short sleeves. Both men, Jordan and Chris, had ink running up and down both arms. He was so enthralled in the view on the porch, Linc didn’t hear the footsteps that were growing closer to him. He jumped when Victor wrapped his arms around his shoulder, “Shit, scare ten years off a guy’s life would ya!”

“I did not mean to interrupt.” Victor gave him a sad smile, “He and Jordan could be brothers, could they not?” Linc smiled and was about to agree with Victor when he caught the seriousness in Victor’s eyes. “They are VERY alike Lincoln,” Well hell. Linc’s sail quickly deflated. Victor was telling him that Chris was straight.

“Got it,” he choked out. Victor squeezed his shoulder then leaned in and placed a kiss to the top of his head before turning and walking over to where Andrew stood at the counter, cutting up some carrots for a salad. Linc gave Chris one last look before he sighed and made his way into the kitchen to help get dinner ready.

Chris and Jordan came back inside a little while later once the food was on the table, and even after the warning Victor gave him, Linc couldn’t help but watch Chris across the table. He seemed nice enough, well spoken, well mannered, but there was this hollow look to his eyes, even when the man smiled. Thankfully Chris was engrossed in the conversation he was having with Jordan and Asher; he was oblivious to Linc’s heavy stare on him throughout the entire meal.

When dinner was done, the table cleared and the dishes cleaned, Linc thought he might have a few minutes to talk to the new guy. The feast Andrew cooked had them all in a food coma though, so when Chris started nodding off on the couch, Victor took him upstairs to a room he could sleep in for the night. Distraction gone, Linc decided to try and focus on the movie they were watching, but just wound up passing out on the couch instead.