Gay for Pay: An All Cocks Story (All Cocks Stories) (Volume 1) (5 page)

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Breakfast the next morning was as chaotic as dinner had been the night before, except this meal was spread along the length of the dining room table. All the guys Chris had met the night before were scattered around the table with plates full of eggs, bacon, fruit and oatmeal, some had coffee while others had juice. Victor looked his way and smiled as Chris pulled out the chair next to him and took a seat. He had just filled his plate when the door banged open and there was a shrill scream so loud, Chris was shocked the windows didn’t shatter.

“Honeys, I’m home!”

Victor stood and stepped around the back of his chair just as a blonde streak jumped into his arms, wrapping long slender legs around his waist and attacking the vampire’s mouth. Chris blinked a couple times then looked over to where Andrew sat at the other end of the table, he was smiling at them. Wait, what? Victor had peeled the young man off of him and finally took notice of the confusion on Chris’s face.

“Chris, I would like you to meet my other partner, Matthew,” Victor said as he tucked the smaller man under his arm, protectively. Chris cocked his head to the side, eyes darting back and forth from Andrew to Victor then to Matthew, then repeating the rounds.

Andrew took mercy on him finally, standing and coming over to Matthew’s other side, he and Victor becoming book ends for the kid… no… guy, Chris didn’t know how young he was but Matthew didn’t look to be much older than 21. “Victor, Matthew and I are partners in business and in life Chris. We live and work together. We share a home a room and a life no different than any other couple that is committed to one another. The difference is there are three of us.” Andrew smiled down at Matthew as he spoke.

“But you’re not a couple, more like a throuple?” Chris asked.

Everyone in the room started laughing. “Pretty much. Nice to meet you, you must be Just Chris.” Matthew smirked as he stuck his hand out to Chris. He was a little surprised at just how firm Matthew’s grip was when they shook. He then turned and followed Andrew back over to his seat, climbing into his lap and leaning his head down on Andrew’s shoulder. Chris just stared for a few minutes until Victor drew his attention by waving his hand in front of his face.

“Sorry, this is… well, it’s different. But, to each his own I guess,” Chris said. “Can I ask how old you guys are? I mean Matthew looks so young.” Chris asked the question before he thought about it and was about to apologize but Victor smiled and motioned for Chris to sit back down.

“I am 36 years old, Andrew is 33 and Matthew is 23.” Victor eyed his two men at the other end of the table with a lopsided grin and Chris relaxed then. “I know it is odd arrangement, add to that the business we run and it is hard sometimes for people to take us seriously. But I love each of them just as much as other, for different reasons. They are my world.” The love in his gaze was evident to anyone in the room, whether Chris understood the mechanics of their relationship or not, it was not for him to decide.

Chris took a long swig of coffee just as Jordan walked up behind him and grasped his shoulder. Chris was caught off guard and half spit, half choked out the mouth full of coffee he just gulped. “Shit man, sorry! You okay?” Jordan said from behind him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Chris sputtered, still coughing up coffee.

“Take a walk with me and let’s talk,” Jordan said as he headed for the door. Chris wiped the brown liquid off his chin and refilled his cup before getting up and following Jordan out into the yard. The two of them never had a chance to talk the night before after dinner since they both passed out on the living room couches after polishing off the feast Andrew cooked.

They walked down to the dock that was at the bottom of the hill, just off the back yard of the property. There was a large boat tied to the dock with the letters, “V.A.M” in large, black print on the hull. Chris lifted his cup toward the boat before bringing it to his mouth and taking a drink.

“Yeah, that’s Victor’s boat. We have some wild summer parties out on the lake in that baby. Want a tour?” Jordan asked, and Chris just nodded. They wound up sitting out in the sun on the deck of the boat talking about what had brought each of them to All Cocks.

Jordan started doing straight porn his first year in college to help pay bills and tuition. Since he was studying to be a doctor, a fulltime job wasn’t even an option. But doing porn could bring in close to a month’s salary with just one shoot. Then as time went by the fees for classes and books along with rent and money for food started to exceed the amount of money he was making doing shoots. Jordan was starting to worry he would have to take a break from classes for a semester when he met Lincoln at a party he went to with his best friend, and after talking to Linc about his work in the gay porn industry, learning how much more it paid, he decided to at least meet with Victor.

“Let me tell you, he was very intimidating when we first met. He just looks mean. But then once you talk to him and get to know him, he’s sort of mesmerizing.” Jordan described Victor just as Chris had seen him as well.

“Tell me the truth. He’s a vampire, isn’t he?” Chris said jokingly and Jordan laughed so hard he almost doubled over.

“Shit man, I never thought about it that way, but you’re right!” Jordan slapped him on the shoulder again and Chris tried to hide the wince, man the guy had some muscle. They lapsed into a convenient silence for a long while after that. Chris was enjoying the soft whisper of the water underneath them, quietly rocking the boat back and forth.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jordan teased.

“I’m trying not to freak out, tuck my tail between my legs and run. This is a lot to take in. And, well, I’ve never even kissed another guy, never looked twice at one. Now I’m going to not only look and kiss, but touch and fuck one. And on camera no less.” Chris’s voice grew quieter with each word, so much so, Jordan had to lean toward him to hear the last sentence.

“I hear ya, I was exactly where you are right now four years ago when I first met Victor and came out here to the house, met Andrew. Of course, back then our family wasn’t as large as it is now, only about a dozen or so models, Victor and Andrew.” Jordan paused as if waiting for the question that sat on the tip of Chris’s tongue.

“How DO you do it?” and there it was.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Jordan smiled. “Well, when you first start you will do the first couple videos on your own. There is an introduction video where Andrew will film you and ask you some routine questions. What’s your name, where you from, shit like that. And before you ask, no you don’t have to tell the truth, you can invent an entire persona for your All Cocks personality. Andrew and Victor will even help you with that if you like.”

“Your second video is more in depth, usually jacking off or playing with toys, something like that. I used a fleshjack for my first full scene. And you don’t need to feel intimidated or rushed, Andrew will just roll the camera pretty much nonstop and then piece together a video from the footage he gets.” Jordan was trying to be reassuring, Chris could tell by his tone, but he was still just a little freaked out.

Chris cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Okay, I think I can do that easy enough, but when it comes time to actually do a scene with a guy, how do you do it?”

“I have a bag of tricks I take to every shoot with me. I’ll help you put one together. You need at least three different fleshjacks, we can order those online. Lube and condoms are provided, but you will probably need Playboys and other similar magazines, and I have a video file on my phone and laptop of my favorite porn vids. I have files full of pictures of my favorite models as well. I’ll be there with you for the first few months though, and together we will figure out what does and doesn’t work for you, so don’t freak out just yet.” Jordan was grinning over the rim of his coffee mug.

“So the videos and magazines are to get you… aroused.” Chris choked out the last word, but Jordan was nonplussed and just nodded. “And you stay hard the entire time?” Jordan shook his head.

“No, not always. There are times when I’m paired with someone that isn’t even remotely attractive to me, and that is when Andrew’s skills really come into play. He will stop filming and I’ll go off in a corner and watch some straight or lesbian porn on my phone, thumb through one of my magazines and, for lack of a better description, find inspiration and then return to the shoot.” Jordan turned in his chair slightly so he was facing Chris, but he didn’t start talking again, almost like he was waiting for any questions. And Chris has a few, several in fact.

“Okay, but how do you even get hard enough to fuck a guy if you aren’t attracted to them?” Chris couldn’t believe how normal this conversation felt.

“That’s why gay porn scenes always start with oral sex. Let me tell you, you haven’t had your dick sucked until another guy wraps his lips around you.” Chris’s eyes went wide. “Seriously, that is the easiest part I think, for me at least. It’s easy to know what it is you like and to do it for another guy. I’m telling you man, I’ve had my dick sucked a million times, both men and women, and there is no one that gives better head than a gay man.” Jordan crossed his fingers over his heart, “Scout’s honor.”

Chris cracked up then. Okay, maybe he could do this if he had Jordan to be his eyes and ears, show him the ins and outs of the straight view in the gay porn industry. Chris had just taken a drink of his coffee when Jordan said, “And besides, who said you would be the one doing the fucking? Perhaps, you are the one that will get fucked.” There was a note of playfulness in Jordan’s voice.

Chris spit the mouthful of coffee he just drank out over the railing of the boat, turning to Jordan with a seriously shocked look on his face. “Oh hell no! If there will be any fucking done and I’m involved, I will be the one fucking, not the other way around!” Jordan was laughing so hard by the time Chris finished talking that he was snorting. Chris huffed and turned back around, looking across the bay.

They didn’t talk for a while after that, just watching the sun as it rose higher in the sky, the reflection casting a gold haze on the water. Chris thought about his life since the accident, how lonely and depressed he’d been after losing damn near everything. In just twenty four hours with this motley crew of men, he felt more at ease and at home with them than he’d felt in a very long time.

They both stood and looked up toward the house when they heard someone shouting Jordan’s name. Andrew was calling out and waving them back up to the house. “Come on then, Victor is probably getting ready to head into the city and since he’s your ride, we better get you inside and ready to go.”

~ Chapter 4 | Pointers ~

Over the next week Chris talked to Andrew and Victor several times on the phone and over email, trying to decide exactly what his name and history for the site would be. He settled on Kris Alen, so it was technically his name, just a different spelling. Andrew wanted to play up the “smart jock” angle, but Chris refused. Anything that reminded him of his broken dreams also reminded him of Amanda, and he didn’t think even Andrew could sell the “depressed gay porn star” angle.

Chris had Jordan over for dinner one night so they could talk more and do that online shopping Jordan had promised. His new friend hit it off with his old friends instantly. Jordan was so approachable, relatable and down to earth that you couldn’t help but like him. Colton especially took a liking to the much larger man, and seemed to forget how to speak, or not drool like a teething two year old when Jordan was in the same room with him.

“Holy Christ Chris, just look at the arms on that man. I just want him to pick me up, strip me, bend me over the back of your couch and fuck me until my ass cheeks are chapped and I can’t walk straight for a week!” Colton stage whispered when Jordan had excused himself to the bathroom. Michael shot him an angry glare and Colton just lifted his arms in surrender.

“Yeah, he’s straight Col, not going to happen.” Chris grinned at the pouty face he was given. “Unless you want to come work for All Cocks. Jordan does prefer petite, blonde, effeminate guys when he’s doing his scenes.” Chris almost fell off the couch he was laughing so hard after Colton turned and grinned at him like a kid on Christmas morning that just found THE present he wanted under the tree.

It took Colton a couple minutes to register he’d just been called a twink. “Hey!” he said before he smacked Chris in the arm, giving him another pouty face before heading into the kitchen to help Michael finish dinner.

“It’s true!” Chris shouted to his back, to which Colton shoot him a bird over his shoulder.

The five of them were sitting at the table talking after dinner when Jordan snapped his fingers, “Shit, we have to order your toys, I almost forgot why I came! Where’s the computer?” Michael pointed at the desk across the room, behind the couch. Jordan clapped his hands together and turned to Chris with a gleam in his eyes, “Come on then, let’s go shopping.”

Colton watched Jordan and Chris walk over to the desk then turned back to Michael and Max, “Okay, I’m going to go home and jack off. Or take a cold shower. No, wait, I’m going to jack off in the shower, easier clean up.”

“TMI!” Michael and Max shouted out, covering their ears.

With Colton gone and Michael and Max in their bedroom for the night, Chris and Jordan were left alone to explore the online world of sex toys. Since deciding to take the job, Chris had watched a ton of gay porn videos online and talked with Jordan to learn the basics of the deed, even though where it went and how it worked was somewhat self-explanatory. So he knew all about butt plugs, dildos and vibrators. He also knew he would never be a bottom, so he wouldn’t need any of those items.