“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 comfortable silence for a while, and Chris didn’t feel the need to interject conversation. It was so peaceful on the water; he found he was enjoying the soft whisper of the waves beneath them quietly rocking the boat back and forth.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Jordan teased.
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.
“How do you 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? 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’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.