“Okay, in the bedside drawer are a few goodies—feel free to use one or more.” He smiled coyly, waggling his eyebrows. “Don’t worry; they’re all new, still in their packages, gifts from a couple of our sponsors. There is lube on the dresser, and you can set the radio to whatever you like. I’ll cut the music if I don’t like it and add my own.”
“Oh, my God.” Chris felt dizzy, weak in the knees. “I’m really fucking doing this, aren’t I?”
“I’m going to assume that was a rhetorical question.” Andrew placed his hands on Chris’s shoulders. “ Don’t let nerves get the better of you, Chris. This is a solo video. Just imagine, you’re seventeen again, alone at home, jacking off to your favorite Playboy bunny picture or that girl at school that really cranks your shaft.” Chris laughed then, the sound somewhat hysterical to his own ears. “There you go, all better now?”
Chris took a few deep, calming breaths. Andrew was right. He was making this more complicated than it needed to be. “Yeah, I’m good, I think.”
“Awesome!” Andrew slapped him on the cheek playfully before turning and opening the door. “Just meet us in Victor’s office when you’re done. Oh, and Chris?” Chris glanced at him over his shoulder. “Take your time.” Andrew smiled wickedly as he ducked out into the hall and closed the door.
Chris took a few minutes to gather his thoughts, walking slowly over to the bed, running his fingers over the soft down comforter. His thoughts were on what he was about to do.…There was no going back once he climbed onto the bed and opened himself up in a way he never had, putting himself out there for God only knew who to see. Reminding himself that there were only three people in the world that truly cared about him made him anxious and jittery. But then, that wasn’t the case anymore, was it? No, he had Victor, Andrew, and Mattie in his corner now. The eclectic threesome had opened not only their home but their hearts to him.
“Don’t be a coward, dude. Just get naked and get busy.” Chris blushed when he realized he’d spoken out loud. He turned to face the camera beside him. “You’ll have to cut that out, Andrew.” Chuckling, he noticed his backpack sitting at the foot of the bed. “Mattie, you’re a saint!”
He pulled out his iPod and went over to the bed, sitting and plugging it in, quickly finding his jazz playlist. The music always relaxed him, and soon the unmistakable tones of the saxophone filled the empty space. Chris lay on the bed, closing his eyes and taking a few minutes to think about how he wanted to do the scene.
Remembering that Andrew mentioned having lube and toys, he sat up, pulled the bedside table drawer out, and laughed when he saw an item similar to the one he and Jordan had ordered online. He unbuttoned his jeans, slipping them just below his hips, still very nervous, that fact quite obvious by the way his hands shook. Chris took the Fleshjack and lube in hand and positioned himself against the headboard, trying not to look directly into the camera. “Well, here goes nothing.”
Chapter Eleven
Not Immune
Andrew sat at his desk in the attic of their home, editing the footage he had of Chris from his introduction and solo so he could get it approved and uploaded to the site. He could tell Chris was nervous while shooting his first scene, but there was a confidence evident in the way he moved and smiled shyly into the camera as well. The guy was a conundrum—equal parts confident and aloof, and it was so endearing and sexy, Andrew knew that fans of their site were going to flip shit over Kris’s videos. Victor pointed out how innocent Chris looked during the interview when he ran his fingers through his hair, smiling awkwardly into his lap. So Andrew decided to use a still image of that as his cover shot for the site, for now at least. Once they had some videos with actual sex in them, he would rethink the pose, but the natural beauty of the auburn-haired, fully-tatted guy, so vulnerable and open in that moment, was “the money shot” as Andrew liked to call it.
The first time Andrew watched Kris’s masturbation video, he’d gotten hard as a rock and had to shut everything down, going off in search of one or both of his partners to help him alleviate the pressure. Chris was so unknowingly sexy; it was such a turn-on. He would go from confident and assured while driving his extremely large cock into his fist, to timid and unsure in about five seconds flat, faltering in his strokes, which would only lengthen the time it took him to reach orgasm. But, oh my God, did it make for fantastic footage for the site. He never took off his clothes, which was frustrating at first, but Andrew chose footage to compile the ten-minute video that was cohesive as well as visually appealing and satisfying.
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 of beers and headed back up to show them what he hoped were the final videos they would upload to the All Cocks site.
Chapter Twelve
Realization
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 iTunes, 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. His auburn hair and colorfully inked skin were a stark contrast to the basic white that bathed the room around him. It was as if he were floating on a cloud. Watching himself, head down but smiling 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—it was kind of empowering, in a way. He was finally taking control over his life after so many years of living in the shadows, deliberately trying to go unnoticed in the world.
“Wow, this really is a production. Now I get it,” He laughed nervously as a moan drifted through the speakers. Victor shushed him, and Chris turned his attention to the computer screen, certain his face was red as an apple.
Kris continued to rub the palm of one hand over his 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 his briefs with the other hand. Both Chris and Kris gasped, and Victor shushed him.
Kris’s eyes were shut tight as he gave up on the rubbing and finally reached into his underwear, wrapping his cock in a tight grip, ass lifting up off the bed a couple of 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. A few hard pinches that were synced perfectly with three hard pulls on his stiff cock and Kris let go of both appendages, seeking out the Fleshjack and lube.