Page 9 of Gay for Pay
Throwing caution to the wind, Chris decided to be bluntly honest. “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 whispered the last few words, just in case there were any God-fearing people in earshot.
“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 to meet 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 he was waiting for the question that sat on the tip of Chris’s tongue.
“Howdoyou do it?” Chris asked.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Jordan smiled. “Well, when you start, you will do the first couple of 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 are 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. You’ll be in the bedroom setup at the office in the city with the cameras rolling, and when you’re done, Andrew will put together a video from the footage. And we always get to approve our videos before they’re posted online—no other site does that for their models.” Jordan was trying to be reassuring; Chris could tell from his tone, but he was still a little freaked out.
“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?” Chris still couldn’t fathom how the hell he was supposed to get down and dirty with another man.
“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, and we can order those online. Lube and condoms are provided, but you will probably need Playboys and other similar magazines. I also have a video file on my phone and laptop of my favorite porn vids, images of women doing things I like, if you know what I mean. What is your favorite position, favorite sex act? Those are the videos and images you’ll need to search out and save. But I’ll be there with you for the first few months, and together we will figure out what does and doesn’t work for you, so don’t freak out…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 didn’t seem to notice, 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’s when Andrew’s skills really come into play. He’ll stop filming, and I’ll step off set for ten or fifteen minutes, watch my videos, scroll through my image files, or thumb through one of the magazines I have in my bag. For lack of a better description, I’ll find inspiration and return to the shoot.” Jordan turned to him as if he knew Chris had questions. And he did—a few, actually.
“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’s 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. 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 decided to goad him, “And besides, who said you would be the one doing the fucking? Perhapsyouare the one that will get fucked.” There was a note of playfulness in Jordan’s voice.
Chris spit the mouthful of coffee he’d just drank out over the railing of the boat, turning to Jordan with a 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 he was snorting. Chris huffed, looking across the bay, trying hard not to grin.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, watching the sun as it rose higher in the sky, the reflection casting a golden haze on the water. Chris thought about his life since the accident, how lonely and depressed he’d been after losing everything. In just twenty-four hours with this chaotic but friendly group of men, he felt more at ease and at home than he’d felt in a very long time.
They both stood and looked over toward the house when they heard someone shouting Jordan’s name. Andrew was calling out and waving them to come back. “Come on then, Victor is getting ready to head into the city and since he’s our ride, we better get up there before he leaves us.”
Chapter Nine
Pointers
Chris talked to Andrew and Victor several times over the next week, both on the phone and via email, ironing out all the details and setting a date for his initial shoot for the site. He’d already decided during his first meeting with Victor that he would go by 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.
He invited Jordan over for dinner later in the week, 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, 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 left the room. Michael mouthed,Behave yourself!but Colton just shrugged his shoulders.
“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, blond, effeminate guys when he’s doing his scenes.” Chris laughed so hard that he almost fell off the couch after Colton turned and grinned at him like a kid on Christmas morning that just foundthepresent he wanted under the tree.
It took Colton a couple of seconds to register that he’d been called a twink. “Hey!” He smacked Chris on the arm, giving him another pouty face before heading into the kitchen to help Michael finish dinner.
“It’s true!” Chris cackled and Colton shot him the 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.”
“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 cleanup.” Colton stood, pushing his chair under the table and all but running out of the apartment.
“TMI!” Michael and Max shouted in unison, their sentence punctuated by the slamming door.
“All right, it’s time for bed, baby.” Max took Michael’s hand and led him to their bedroom. Chris grinned, watching his best friend blush when Max leaned into him, kissing Michael on the cheek. It made him a little sad that he had yet to find someone he could look at the way Max looked at Michael. But, then, it wasn’t like he was trying to meet someone, and he might not ever be ready to move on and open his heart to love again. Any thoughts of sharing his life with someone other than Amanda were still painful, five years later. Would he ever truly get over the loss? Did he deserve to?
“Night, boys, don’t stay up too late,” Michael teased, blowing Chris a kiss when he flipped Michael off.
“Night, guys, nice to meet you, and thanks for dinner.” Jordan motioned Chris over. “Let’s get this party started.”
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 whereitwent and howitworked 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.
Jordan quickly went to a site where Chris could order a plethora of Fleshjacks in every size, shape, and color imaginable. There was a buy-two-get-one-free sale plus an added bonus—a lube kit that included lube and cleanser for his new toys. “One-stop shopping,” Chris muttered as he pulled his debit card from his wallet and keyed in the information for payment.
