Gay for Pay: An All Cocks Story (All Cocks Stories) (Volume 1) (9 page)

A cab ride, several beers and god only knows how many shots later; Chris had found a leggy brunette with big tits and a nice smile to ride his cock when they found their way back to Michael’s apartment. He stumbled into the bedroom with her lips attached to his neck, picking her up and throwing her on the bed. “Ow! Easy big boy,” She simpered. Chris had gotten so used to fucking guys that he had to remember to be gentle with the opposite sex. He couldn’t throw a girl around that way.

He pushed her skirt up and ripped the red lace panties she wore off, for which she rewarded him with a long drawn out moan. When he buried his head between her thighs she cried out and writhed underneath him. He stopped just as her legs started to shake. She whined in protest, turning her frown into a sly smile when he leaned over and grabbed a condom. It took less than a minute for Chris to strip, sheath his semi hard cock and bury himself inside the folds of her body.

He was looking down at her when she wrapped her legs around his hips, and an image of Linc wrapping his legs around the guy with the black hair flashed in his mind. He jerked up, “What’s wrong?” she simpered again.

“Nothing, sorry.” He flopped onto his back beside her.

“Oh I see baby, you want me to ride you huh?” he was quickly tiring of her simpering, but then she was on top of him, his cock buried inside the warmth of her body, riding him. He closed his eyes and just let himself enjoy the sensations of having a woman on top of him again after so long. When he opened his eyes and looked up it wasn’t her he saw though. An image of Linc straddling his thighs, those dark brown eyes almost black with lust and need stared back at him. Imaginary Linc smiled down at him, his lips slightly parted as he panted and groaned with each rotation of his hips. Chris swore he could feel the ridges of a man’s ass gliding along the length of his now rock hard cock, instead of the soft folds of a woman’s channel.

Chris gasped and reached up grabbing Linc by the hips, thrusting up into him hard and deep. The image was shattered when the girl on top of him screamed out in pain. “Shit, sorry, it’s just so good,” He said. Once she caught her breath, she started bobbing up and down again. Chris reached back and grabbed the headboard, not wanting to touch her again, afraid he would break her if he did. And when another image of Linc on top of him, smiling down at him like Gabe did. His lips red and swollen from kissing, sucking and licking, Chris almost snapped the headboard in half he gripped it so tight.

He came shortly after the girl’s cries of ecstasy filled the room, filling the condom to the breaking point, his mind muddled with thoughts of Linc and the brunette. He was starting to think he wasn’t as straight as he claimed to be, but he couldn’t be gay either, could he? No, women still turned him on, but the thought of Linc on top of him had produced an orgasm unlike any other he’d ever felt. And he didn’t know what to do with that little tidbit of knowledge.

The next morning Chris slid out of bed, careful not to disturb the pretty brunette tangled in the sheets and took a shower, rubbing off another one since after today he wouldn’t be able to until after his shoot on Friday. He was standing in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee when Legs exited the bedroom and kissed him on the cheek, leaving her number written on the dry erase board that was on the wall by the fridge. “Call me!” she giggled and was walking out the door just as Linc was coming in.

He smiled at her and she immediately started that damn simpering again. “Oh my, it’s the compact version.” She patted Linc on the arm, grabbing his hand and writing her number on the palm. “Call me.” This time she whispered, all sultry and sexy. Chris just rolled his eyes, quickly recovering and smiling at her when she turned back and waved at him.

Linc whistled long and low as the door shut behind her. “I see you had more fun than I did last night.” He smiled at the number written on his hand, holding it up for Chris, as if he hadn’t just witnessed the girl writing it there. “Damn, I’ll tap that if you don’t mind. Is she a steady thing? Or just last night?” Linc asked. Again, Chris had to fight to control the anxious feeling in his gut when he thought of Linc with someone else.

He shook his head, “Nope, just last night, won’t happen again so go for it.”

“Was she that bad?” Linc asked, trying to be jovial but there was a note of seriousness to his voice.

“No, just the opposite actually, the sex was amazing. But it was just a one night stand, that’s all.” Chris felt like he was trying to explain himself.

“Alright, if you’re sure then.” Linc headed into the bed room and Chris soon heard the shower turn on. He exhaled the breath he had been holding. He was so utterly confused and bewildered by his own emotions right then that he didn’t know whether to scratch his watch, or wind his butt! He was jealous, jealous of the guy Linc went home with last night, and jealous at the thought of Linc hooking up with Legs.

Chris was just relieved that he was able to hold a conversation just now with Linc and not betray the war going on inside his own mind right then. He poured the last of the coffee in his mug down the drain, slamming the cup down on the counter. Turning around he leaned back against the counter and unconsciously ran his fingers through his hair.

Not for the first time, and definitely not for the last time, Chris thought,
“Holy fucking Christ, what is wrong with me?!”

~ Chapter 8 | This Kiss ~

Victor, Andrew and Mattie were waiting for them in the attic office when they got back to the house that night. They asked Chris, Linc and Gabe only to join them once they got settled back into their rooms. Chris was going through everything they’d done that weekend in his head, trying to figure out what they did to be called to the principal’s office, so to speak. It didn’t help that on the car ride back, Linc had filled Chris in on a former model that had gotten fired for courting a rival studio. Linc had said that the threesome called the guy up to their office so they could do it in private. Victor and his partners put all of their time, energy and money into their little family at All cocks. Therefore, unlike other studios that contracted out models who could work for various companies, All Cocks required exclusivity from their models.

Victor looked up from the stack of papers in front of him and smiled at them as they climbed the stairs into the office. That simple gesture alone calmed Chris’s nerves. “Come boys, come.” Victor rose from his seat and motioned them over to the couch that sat under the two bay windows. He and Andrew took the two chairs across from them while Mattie stood behind Victor, rubbing his shoulders.

Victor spread several sheets of paper out on the table in front of them, “While you boys go off and play, we stay home and crunch numbers,” Victor said in his fluently broken English.

Andrew tapped on a sheet with percentages listed in a column, “This here particularly. We like to keep track of the top five downloads at all times so we can try to pair up guys that seem to be favorites of our members on the site. And you three, well, you three are in all five in one way or another.” Andrew looked up meeting Chris anxious eyes and smiling. “Your videos with Gabe are number one and two, and have been for the last several weeks Chris.”

“Wow.” Chris leaned back and ran his fingers through his already messy hair. He really needed a haircut.

“Don’t even think about cutting their hair until the end of the summer shooting schedule, you hear me.” Mattie barked at him, pointing and trying to look stern, like a mother hen. It was almost hysterical.

Andrew glared at Mattie before he started speaking again. “Third is the video with Gabe and Linc, fourth is Gabe with Jordan and fifth is your first solo scene Chris as Kris. So, of course, we want to capitalize on this and when we started looking at the comments members left for the different videos, we saw a common request, a threesome, with you three specifically.”

“Wow.” Linc repeated Chris’s one word answer.

“Wow indeed,” Victor said.

Gabe was a bundle of pent up energy, bouncing on his end of the sofa, smiling and then clapping his hands. “I’ve always wanted to do a threesome; this is so exciting!” Victor raised one eyebrow at him, crossing his legs and clasping his hands together in his lap. Gabe made a motion like a lock and key over his lips, crossed his own legs and tried to act all prim and proper. It made both Chris and Linc fall on top of each other laughing. Mattie snapped his fingers and pointed at them again but it only made them laugh that much harder.

Andrew just rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, “When you two are quite finished.” But a small smile played across his face.. “Alright then, it’s agreed. We will start the principal photography for stills and set up on Thursday, then start the filming for the scene itself on Friday, so your schedules won’t change much.”

Andrew, Victor and Mattie talked among themselves about wardrobe, where to shoot and a script while Chris, Gabe and Linc just sat and listened. An hour or so later, Chris lay in bed staring up at the ceiling; his mind was running a mile a minute. He was going to shoot a scene with Linc. Chris just hoped that finally fucking Linc would clear up the confusion he was starting feel anytime he thought about his friend.

Alone with his thoughts and now racing heart from just thinking about Linc naked and underneath him, Chris knew there was something more to the relationship he was developing with Linc than the one he shared with Gabe. With the little blonde, Chris was able to turn the attraction on and off, only wanting to be with Gabe when it was necessary for a scene. But with Linc, he thought about Linc when he was screwing Legs, and truth be told, he thought about Linc’s legs wrapped around his waist, arms wrapped tight around Chris’s neck instead of the big guy at the bar that morning when he jacked off in the shower.

Chris lay there deciphering each emotion, and after a few hours of tossing everything around in his now exhausted brain, he came to the conclusion that it wasn’t admitting an attraction to Linc off camera that scared him. It was admitting that someone had a shot at replacing Amanda in his heart. His hand instinctively landed on her tattoo and he closed his eyes, a small tear rolling down the side of his face, pooling in his ear. “I’m so sorry Amanda.” He whispered into the dark room. He’d done this often over the last five years, just talked to her knowing full well she wasn’t there, but also certain that wherever she was, she would hear him.

“I’ll always love you Amanda, but maybe it’s time I started trying to live my life without you.” He’d been telling himself this for a while. Hell, Michael had been telling him the same thing for years. The question was did he believe it? He’d held on to the pain of what he’d done for so long he wasn’t sure he even knew how to live without it.

Chris finally fell asleep sometime around three in the morning, but sleep was anything but restful. His thoughts scattered with visions of Amanda in her cheerleader uniform on the sidelines at one of his games, that image morphing into a bloodied and broken version of the girl he loved, pinned underneath the torn metal of his truck. Needless to say, Chris didn’t sleep well that night.

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Chris dragged his still comatose ass down the stairs around noon the next day, hair sticking out at odd angles, one pant leg curled up around his knee. He stood waiting for the coffee to brew, eyes still droopy, staring off out the window. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear footsteps tapping across the linoleum floor. When Linc touched his shoulder, Chris jumped so high, he almost hit the ceiling. “For fucks sake, what the hell?!” he screamed, realizing he’d also just screeched, like a girl.

Linc doubled over he was laughing so hard, hands braced on his knees. Chris leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, tapping his foot with one eyebrow cocked. When Linc finally righted himself, he almost doubled over again when taking in Chris’s appearance. The hair, the pants, the eyebrow, it was all just too damn funny apparently. Chris didn’t even speak, just turned around and poured himself a cup of coffee. He closed his eyes, inhaling the rich, dark aroma, finally smiling.

“Now that you have your life’s blood, want to get dressed and head down to the dock with me?” Linc asked.

“No no, I’m not the bloodsucker here, that would be Victor.” Chris quipped, trying to ignore the man that was trying to pry his way between Chris and the coffee pot.

“Move your ass so I can get a cup.”

Chris just shook his head and stood rooted in place until Linc grabbed him by his sides and started tickling him. Chris jumped again, and screeched… again. “Cut that shit out!”

And then Linc was laughing, again. Chris agreed to accompany him, making sure that Linc noted it was under duress.

They walked down to the boat dock and then around the path that circled the lake. Conversation with Linc had always come easy; they had so many things in common… sports, politics, employment. The third time Linc’s phone beeped and was sent to voicemail, Chris asked him about it. “It’s my ex, the cheating bastard says he’s learned the error of his ways and he loves me, wants me to come home. Well fuck him.” Linc bit off the last couple of words with a snarl.

“Sorry I asked.” Chris smiled as he said it, trying to lighten the now dark mood that had settled over Linc.

He looked over at Chris. His brow was creased, lips drawn together in a thin line. “No, it’s okay. It just pisses me off. I mean he cheated on me, more than once, tried to blame it on my “job”.” Linc made air quotes with his fingers when he said the word job, adding a note of sarcasm for good measure. “Because we have to abstain from having an orgasm, whether it be by fucking, sucking or jacking, for at least three days before we shoot a scene. He would want to go out to clubs, drinking and dancing, and I can’t do that shit if I can’t get off you know. Then he would bang some random guy in the bathrooms, or the alley behind the club, in his car. He always said it didn’t mean anything, oh baby you know I only love you, he would say. And if I got pissed or called him out on it he would my job in my face, yell at me and say, well you fuck guys and let them fuck you for a living, what difference is there?! Really jackass, really?!”