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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 shit!“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Plopping down onto the bed, he didn’t bother getting undressed, just lay back and closed his eyes, so ready to forget the last few hours and get a good night’s sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Summer Vacation
Over the next couple of months, Chris spent more and more time out at the house. 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 Dusty, and Dusty had gone home to Texas for the summer—sadly, sans Kory.
Chris had formed a bond with Linc, Gabe, and Jordan more so than the rest. 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 be moving in here over the summer?”
Yep, it went pretty much like that. Jordan explained that they liked to shoot a ton of footage during the warmer months at the house, in the bedroom upstairs that was solely set up for scenes. “It’s really breathtaking on the right day with the sun shining through the open bay doors, a soft breeze blowing through the curtains. We’ve shot some of our best footage in that room.”
“I prefer being outside by the pool, or down by the docks—whenever and wherever we want. It’s so isolated out here that no one really notices or cares that a couple of guys are butt naked, pounding the shit out of each other.” Linc shrugged, shoveling a spoonful of Andrew’s homemade mac and cheese into his mouth.
Michael and Max were taking an extended vacation for the summer, going to visit each other’s families, and then taking a two-week gay cruise, so they wouldn’t miss him not being there. “You know what, I think I will.” 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 some of the new shows in Time Square. Gabe’s bright-blue eyes caught Chris’s gaze and he smiled. He remembered how that smile and those eyes had soothed him not long ago when he’d shot his first scene with a partner. They’d actually had to reschedule it the first time around. Chris had been so nervous about it, he couldn’t stop shaking and wound up running into the bathroom to throw up his breakfast. Mattie quickly came up with a suitable solution, though: they put Kris in the white room again with his bag of toys, sans clothing.
While he was thankful for the reprieve and the anxiety crashing over his body like waves began to slowly fade away, his emotions were still heightened by the earlier prospect of his first experience with another man on-camera. It was almost like coming down from a high, which definitely made Kris more loose and pliable than he was for his initial 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. Kris’s second video ended with him 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 just like that, come shot and all. And then the day came when he was to shoot with Gabe again.
The little blond sauntered into the room wearing white yoga pants with a loose-fitting white tunic, his long hair pulled into a ponytail, and Chris could have sworn he wore a light smattering of makeup. As soon as Andrew called Action, Gabe sprang. He crawled up Kris’s body, pinning him to the bed. “It’s okay, baby, I’ll take good care of you,” Gabe whispered into Kris’s ear softly, so the camera wouldn’t pick it up. Kris closed his eyes and allowed himself to just…feel. With Gabe’s smaller body, soft skin, and effeminate nature, Kris was able to imagine he was with a woman.
And Christ almighty, Jordan had been so right. Gabe gave Kris a blowjob that made his eyes cross and his toes curl—and then crawled up and took Kris’s large cock all the way inside his tight, warm body. As Gabe rode him hard, moaned, and whispered his name, Kris opened his eyes and looked up. He’d thought if he actually looked at Gabe, watched another man sitting on his dick, that he would lose his hard-on and they might have to take a break.
But what he saw was a gentle soul staring down at him through glassy blue eyes. Pert little perfectly shaped lips, red and swollen from stretching them around Kris’s shaft. Gabe’s long blond hair fell over his heart-shaped face, draping over his small shoulders, and Kris found himself reaching up, pushing that hair over Gabe’s ear…brushing his fingers along the length of Gabe’s Adam’s apple, loving the way the man trembled. Then over his shoulder, hand gently caressing every inch of Gabe’s smooth skin that he could reach. It seemed to turn Gabe on, a lot—if the increased octave of his moans were any indication. When Kris grabbed him by the hips, holding his little body in place above him and thrust up into him, going impossibly deep, Gabe threw his head back and screamed Kris’s name.
It didn’t take long after that for Gabe to shoot his load all over Kris’s chest and belly. As soon as he caught his breath, he pulled himself off Kris, crawling down his body, jerking the condom off and sucking Kris into his mouth again until his back bowed up off the bed and he shot his hot seed all over Gabe’s pretty face. Kris was so blissed-out that he went with his gut reaction when Gabe crawled on top of him and leaned in for a kiss. He reached around and ran his fingers through Gabe’s long hair, pulling him closer, kissing him slow and deep. Tasting himself on Gabe’s tongue was a little strange, but the kiss was as mind-blowing as the blowjob was, so Kris didn’t complain.
Andrew later said it was the third-highest downloaded video in All Cocks history.
It wasn’t always that easy for Chris or his alter ego, Kris. His first couple of shoots were with guys smaller in stature, but eventually he was paired with Connor, a linebacker from the looks of him. It took them two days, working eight hours each day, just to get thirty minutes of usable footage. First off, the guy couldn’t kiss for shit, and Kris had found that he really enjoyed kissing all the guys he’d done scenes with up until now.
He lost track of how many times Andrew called cut and sent him off into the other room to do whatever he needed to do in order to get hard, then return to try and make this shotthe shot. On the second day, Kris finally got his dick hard long enough to shove it up the guy’s ass, but then he started screaming and yelling things like, “Oh yeah, daddy, fuck me harder!” and just like that, Kris went limp. Take number nine hundred and sixty-three was when Mattie brought Gabe in and had him hold the light over the camera at the foot of the bed, directly in Kris’s line of sight. That finally did the trick. Seeing Gabe and remembering how Gabe had made him feel gave Kris the push he needed to first make Connor come all over the quilt, and then finally jack himself to completion, shooting his load all over the man’s ass.
Chris’s trip down memory lane was interrupted when Victor elbowed him in the ribs. “Jesus, what is it with you guys jabbing me with your bony arms?” He winced, taking the bowl of mashed potatoes and quickly passing them over to Linc.
Once Victor had inhaled his dinner, he leaned back in his chair, patting his flat stomach, explaining to Chris what the summer schedule would probably entail. “Andrew, Mattie, and I will make final once we know who we have and when. I like to try and shoot each model at least once time a week over twelve weeks we are shooting.” That made Chris cringe; a shoot every week would be difficult. Right now, he shot maybe twice a month, and that was a lot with all the prep work he had to do before a shoot.
Models had to get tested the week prior to a scene and again the week after. The most challenging part was the “no ejaculation whatsoever allowed for at least three days before shooting a scene” rule. Then there was manscaping and making sure you ate a high protein, low-fat diet to keep your strength up. Shooting porn required acrobatics and the ability to hold certain unique positions at length for photos and screenshots for the site, in addition to all the hours spent getting footage for the best possible videos. Chris really felt sorry for guys that bottomed. They had to do even more extensive testing, douching, and several other things he didn’t even want to wrap his brain around, ever.
Andrew laughed at the concerned look Chris was giving Victor. “Seriously, Chris, it’s all about the scheduling. You will find that staying here at the house will make it so easy that you will never want to leave.” Jordan and Linc both laughed, nodding in agreement.
“We have a PA come out weekly on Mondays to test everyone, so that is out of the way, and you don’t even have to leave the house unless you want to. Mattie and I will take care of food for meals and snacks, wardrobe, set design, so you will definitely be eating right and dressed well for your shoots. We have the family room with the big screen, PlayStation, Xbox, Netflix, and a ton of movies. The amenities we provide are at no charge and aren’t taken out of your salary for each individual shoot. Really, relax. You’re officially on a working vacation.” Andrew’s tone was gentle but left no room for argument.
When Chris thought about it, he realized that it was a fantastic opportunity for him to make a lot of money and not have to pay any living expenses at the same time—it really was a no-brainer. “Got it, relax and make dirty movies.”
Victor stood, clapping his hands together. “This is being a great summer, boys!”
Chapter Fourteen
Confusion
The first month went by so fast it was a blur. Kris shot four videos, including another one with Gabe. It was a pool scene where Gabe gave him head underwater until Kris pulled his lithe body out, flipping him onto his back on the side of the pool and returning the favor. There was a connection that Kris and Gabe shared, equal parts attraction and mutual admiration, so Kris was able to show more passion when he shot with Gabe. He had only ever fucked one guy missionary, and that was Gabe. That afternoon by the pool with Gabe’s body wrapped around him like a spider monkey, Kris slow-fucked his hole with his cock while he explored every inch of Gabe’s pretty mouth with his tongue.
It was still difficult to stay hard sometimes though, and Chris got frustrated with himself when he would go soft while fucking a guy. After he and Mattie had a long, drunk talk one night, Mattie figured out that Gabe was a key factor in Kris’s ability to perform. “It’s not so much attraction, though I have to admit the little bastard is very fucking attractive. There is a level of respect there between us as well, and he just makes me…feel,” Chris had said. “It’s like when I see him, I remember how he felt in my arms, how his body felt wrapped around me. I remember kissing him and holding him, the way he smiles down at me when he’s riding me like Zorro, like I’m the only man in the world. I can’t figure it out myself, Mattie. I know it’s not the type of attraction that I felt for Amanda, or how you feel with Victor and Andrew. It’s…different. I don’t get hard every time I see him, just when I’m supposed to. Is this making any sense?” Chris sighed, running his fingers through his unruly hair that had grown longer during his time at the house. He really needed to get a haircut the next time they drove into the city. Andrew’s barber had been to the house a few times, but Chris was particular about his hair, only using a certain stylist in a small shop in Manhattan.
“It does, actually. Look at it this way—when you watch het porn or two girls going at it, you get hard, right?” Chris nodded. “I think it’s probably a lot like that—you like what it is you are seeing when you watch them. It turns you on, and so does Gabe when he’s in porn-star mode. Then when Gabe is just another one of the guys, the attraction isn’t there.” Chris had to agree with him. He often wondered how someone as young as Mattie could be so smart and intuitive.
