Gay for Pay: An All Cocks Story (All Cocks Stories) (Volume 1) (7 page)

Feeling like he had the right mixtures of video for both links, Andrew ran downstairs to the kitchen where everyone was gathered at the table playing cards. He grabbed Victor, Chris, a handful of chips and a couple beers and headed back up to show them what he hoped was the final videos they could upload to the All Cocks sight.

Chris thought he would be embarrassed watching himself jack off on camera, with guests, but he felt completely at ease with Andrew and Victor. Andrew turned his laptop around so they could all see and pressed a button. Chris’s playlist floated through the speakers on the desk and he smiled. “Your music was so perfect I had to use it. Some of the notes didn’t come through as crisp as I like to hear, so I had to download the songs from I-tunes, but they are the same as yours,” Andrew told him.

There on the screen, Chris saw himself and finally understood the reason his new employer had chosen an all-white backdrop. Kris’s auburn hair and colorfully inked skin was a stark contrast to the basic white that bathed the room around him. It was as if he were floating on a cloud. He saw himself, smiling up at the camera as he unbuttoned his jeans and rubbed his cock through the soft material of the Calvin Klein briefs Mattie had insisted he wear, white of course. Again, the white of the briefs popped against his tanned and inked skin as they peaked out of the dark denim of his jeans.

“Wow, this really is a production, now I get it,” Chris said. Andrew and Victor just laughed as a moan drifted through the speakers. Victor shushed him and Chris turned his attention back to the computer screen.

Kris continued to rub the palm of one hand over his fastly growing cock, while reaching up and pinching his nipple through the soft cotton material of his shirt with the other. He watched as he rested his head against the headboard pinching his nipple harder, fisting his cock through the briefs with the other hand. Both Chris and Kris gasped and Victor shushed him again.

Kris’s eyes were shut tight as he gave up on the rubbing and finally ran his hand down into his underwear, wrapping his cock in a tight grip, ass lifting up off the bed a couple inches. It would seem that Kris now required skin to skin contact because he ran his other hand up under his shirt to pinch his nipple with his fingertips, moaning out loud again. A few hard pinches that were synced perfectly with a couple hard pulls on his stiff cock and Kris let go of both appendages, seeking out the fleshjack and lube.

Holding the toy in one hand, Chris managed to shove his briefs far enough down that his cock, glistening with pre-come, and the thatch of auburn curls it stemmed from were finally, fully visible. Squirting a generous amount of lube over the tip of his shaft, he tossed the lube back onto the bed, bringing the plastic down over his cock and enveloping it in one slow stroke.

This time Chris watched as Kris cried out and slammed his head back onto the head board. With one hand controlling the fleshjack that suffocated his cock, the other fisted in the thick, white blanket he sat on, Kris began thrusting up into the plastic, his moans and cries growing louder and sharper as his movements became frantic and uncoordinated. Chris had become a master at jacking off over the last five years. He’d had a handful of one night stands, but for the most part, sex wasn’t very fulfilling for him anymore. Watching himself now as he pleasured himself on lily white sheets, he realized that this was the first time he had really allowed himself to feel the joy of sex since before the accident.

Kris bit his bottom lip as his ass came up off the bed again and again, over and over, faster, driving into the fleshjack so fast that his arm wasn’t even moving anymore, his ass and dick were doing all the work now. Holding himself up with the one hand that was fisted in the sheets, Kris’s back bowed and low growl that morphed into a loud groan fell across his lips as thick ropes of come shot out of the open end of the toy he was using. It seemed like it took Kris forever to catch his breath, he lay in a heap of denim and white panting for a long while, curled up on his side now. Just as the video started to fade, Kris opened his eyes and looked up into the camera, smiling, that damn sort of shy, sort of confident, even a little bit cocky smile.

“That right there!” Andrew shouted, “That fucking shy cocky smile is what is going to sell every damn video you do. Always save THAT smile for the end, sort of the afterglow, if you get my meaning.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” Chris chuckled, drawing a half assed glare from Andrew.

“I’m going to upload your introductory video, the one we did in Victor’s office, to the site tonight. Then I’ll upload this one in a couple days. I need to add a few more angles, and show the same shot from multiple angles to stretch it out a little, but this is the gist of what people will see when it goes live. Is that good for you Chris?” Andrew asked. Chris just nodded; he was a little overwhelmed at the moment. As if his life hadn’t changed drastically already in the last couple weeks, but after tonight, once that video went live, there was no going back.

Victor seemed to sense the strain, “You still okay with all this, Chris?” he asked.

Chris sat up straight and nodded, “Yeah, I’m good. It’s really amazing what you did here Andrew. Thank you.” There were a few more minutes of technical talk before Chris excused himself and headed back downstairs where several of the models were playing cards. It was loud and rowdy and only grew louder as Chris came closer to the kitchen. Walking through the family room he saw Mattie curled up, sleeping on one of the massive couches and chuckled. It didn’t take long for Chris to figure out that Mattie could sleep through a tornado.

He grabbed another beer and plopped down into an open chair in between Linc and Jordan. Lincoln Carter, known to All Cocks fans as Linc Larsen, was a force to be reckoned with in the porn industry. The openly bi-sexual model was also versatile, completely comfortable being a top or a bottom, he even liked a little bit of kink every now and then. Chris had learned a lot about his new friends by talking with them throughout the time he’d spent here at the house, as well as watching some of their videos on the site. He had watched Linc get fucked into the mattress by a guy that resembled a gorilla, then turn around and fuck said gorilla into oblivion. Linc was about 5’11 and stocky with arms thick and corded, one arm adorned with colorful ink. He had dark brown hair and equally dark brown eyes and when he smiled, the corners of his mouth would bleed into his cheeks.

Chris’s thoughts were interrupted by a hard shove that pushed him into those thick, corded arms. “What the hell?” he barked.

Jordan laughed, “I said, do you want in on this hand?”

Chris shook his head before righting himself in his seat. He gave Linc an apologetic smile then turned his attention back to the game. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Linc watching him. The man’s eyes wandered down his body, then back up. Chris laughed at something one of the guys said then took a long pull off his bottle of beer, trying to ignore the obvious look of want he was getting from Linc. Should he tell the guy he was straight? He hadn’t ever been so blatantly gawked at by another man, at least not to his knowledge. He was completely out of his depth right now.

Just then movement from the family room caught Chris’s attention, so he turned in his chair to see what it was. Andrew stood at the bottom of the stairs while Victor was bent over the couch. He hefted the sleeping bundle of spent blonde energy into his massive arms and made his way over to the stairs. When Victor reached the bottom step, Andrew leaned down and kissed Mattie’s forehead then pulled back and met Victor half way, kissing him as well. Chris smiled to himself. He didn’t think he had ever seen anything more beautiful than the three of them when they were loving each other. Matthew was usually such a handful, a literal ball of energy. To see him passed out in Victor’s protective arms with Andrew standing beside them, smiling at them, it was perfect. So perfect that Chris sighed, out loud.

Linc leaned into him, whispering into his ear, “They’re perfect, aren’t they?” Chris shivered as the hot breath swept across his skin, then jumped with uncertainty.
What the fuck was that?!
He thought. He swallowed hard before turning his head slightly to look at Linc’s face. He sent a silent thank you up to the heavens when he saw that Linc was watching the stairs instead of him. Chris didn’t know what to do now, what to say. He sort of had an inclination that Linc might like him the first time they met. The way he held his hand a little longer than anyone else had, the way he kept watching him across the room, when he thought Chris wouldn’t notice. More importantly, why had the feel of Linc’s breath on his skin made Chris shiver?

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Andrew called out goodnight, following Victor back up the stairs. The guys at the table all shouted, “Night Mom, night Dad!” to which Andrew shot them all the bird, never turning around.

Chris turned his attention back to the card game and tried very hard not to notice the sideways glances he was getting from Linc. The man refused to be ignored though, now that he had Chris’s attention.

“I hear your first scene is with Gabe.” Linc leaned toward him, speaking so quietly Chris barely heard him over the other voices that were yelling and cussing at each other over the table.

“Yeah.” Chris had lowered himself to one word answers now, perfect. At least it was a step up from simple head gestures.

“My first scene was with Gabe; he’s a beauty. That long blonde hair, those gorgeous baby blues. He likes to climb on top and ride it, and he can take a big dick like a champ.” When Linc said the last part he looked down at Chris’s crotch, licking his lips. Holy fucking Christ! Chris giggled, giggled! Like a fucking school girl. He tried to mask it with a loud, barking laugh before gulping on his beer and almost choking.
Seriously, what in the blue hell is wrong with me?!

Linc clapped him on the back laughing, “You okay there bro?” he asked.

Chris gave him a jerky nod, “Yeah, just tired, it’s been a long day. I think I’m just going to go turn in.” He politely excused himself, being called a pussy by Kory for following the rents to bed. Chris didn’t even acknowledge the guy, he just kept walking toward the stairs.

He stopped just outside the master bedroom on the second floor when he heard a light banging. He spun in a circle looking around trying to figure out what the noise was. His face turned scarlet in the dark hallway when the banging grew a little louder, faster, followed by Andrew’s unmistakable voice, “Oh god, yes, Victor, fuck me harder!”

He bolted into the room he was using and slammed the door. He was in the twilight zone surrounded by threesomes, vampires and sexy brown haired men that kept ogling him at the dinner table.
Wait, what?! Sexy… Holy fucking Christ!
He though, and then said out loud to the empty, quiet, dark bedroom he was calling home these days, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

~ Chapter 6 | Summer Vacation ~

Over the next couple of months, Chris spent more and more time out at the house with all the guys. He loved the camaraderie and got along great with all the guys, well, except for Kory. Sometimes Chris felt sorry for the guy; no one wanted to spend a lot of time with him. But then Kory would say or do something stupid and Chris wouldn’t feel sorry for him anymore. The only person who could spend an extended amount of time with Kory when not shooting a scene with him was Ashton, and Ashton had gone home to Texas for the summer. Sadly, sans Kory.

Chris had grown especially close with Linc, Gabe and Jordan. They spent so much time together that Andrew had dubbed them the fabulous foursome, even joking about taking their relationship to the next level on camera.

And then, one night over dinner, Victor asked Chris if he wanted to move into the house with them for the summer. “Did you pay the cable bill babe? Linc, pass the peas. Oh, Chris, do you want to move in here over the summer?”

Yep, it went pretty much like that. Jordan explained that they liked to shoot a ton of footage over the summer here at the house. In the rooms with the windows open, sunlight pouring in, or outside by the pool, down by the docks, whenever and wherever they wanted basically. Michael and Max were taking an extended summer break this year, going to visit each other’s families, and then taking a two week gay cruise, so they wouldn’t miss him not being there. So Chris agreed to move into the house along with Jordan, Linc, Kory and Gabe.

Gabe sat at the end of the table next to Mattie, the two immersed in conversation about taking a trip into the city to see a couple new shows in Time Square. Gabe’s bright blue eyes caught Chris’s gaze and he smiled. Chris remembered how that smile and those eyes had soothed him not long ago when he shot his first scene with a partner. They actually had to reschedule it the first time around; Chris so nervous about it he couldn’t stop shaking and then wound up running into the bathroom to throw up his breakfast.

Mattie quickly came up with a suitable solution though. They put Kris back in the white room with his bag of toys, but naked as the day he was born this time. His emotions were so fried after working himself up, and then the sudden crash of relief when Victor agreed to postpone that shoot and shoot this instead, made Kris a bit more loose, and pliable than his first masturbation video. It also helped that he’d spent several weeks watching the other guys shoot videos and had a better idea of what people that visited the site liked, what they wanted. His second solo video ended with Kris naked in the middle of the bed, on his knees, head thrown back as he fisted his cock until he shot so long and hard, that it hit the lens of the camera that stood at the foot of the bed. And Andrew posted it, literal come shot and all.