Holding the toy in one hand, Kris managed to shove his briefs far enough down that his cock, glistening with pre-come, and the thatch of auburn curls it stemmed from, were finally fully visible. Squirting a generous amount of lube over the tip of his shaft, he tossed the bottle onto the bed, bringing the plastic sheath down over his cock and enveloping it in one slow stroke.
This time Chris watched as Kris cried out and slammed his head onto the headboard. With one hand controlling the Fleshjack that suffocated his cock, the other fisted in the thick, white blanket he sat on, Kris began thrusting up into the plastic, his moans and cries growing louder and sharper as his movements became frantic and uncoordinated. He’d become a master at jacking off over the last five years. He’d had a handful of one-night stands, but for the most part, sex wasn’t very fulfilling for him anymore. Watching now as he pleasured himself on lily-white sheets, he realized that this was the first time he had really allowed himself to feel the joy of sex since before the accident.
Kris bit his bottom lip as his ass came up off the bed again and again, over and over, faster, driving into the Fleshjack so fast that his arm wasn’t even moving anymore; his ass and dick were doing all the work now. Holding himself up with the one hand that was fisted in the sheets, Kris’s back bowed and a low growl that morphed into a groan fell from his lips as thick ropes of come shot out of the open end of the toy he was using. It seemed like it took Kris forever to catch his breath, and he lay in a heap of denim and white, panting, curled up on his side. Just as the video started to fade, Kris opened his eyes and looked up into the camera and grinned.
“That right there!” Andrew shouted, “That fucking shy, sort of confident, and even a little bit cocky smile is what is going to sell every damn video you do. Always save that smile for the end, sort of the afterglow, if you get my meaning.”
“Whatever you say, Boss.” Chris saluted Andrew.
“I’m going to upload your introductory video, the one we did in Victor’s office, to the site tonight. Then I’ll upload this one in a few days. I need to add a few more angles, show the same shot from multiple viewpoints to stretch it out a little, but this is the gist of what people will see when it goes live. Is that good for you, Chris?” He quickly agreed, even if he was a little overwhelmed at the moment. His life had changed so drastically the last couple of months; that much was certain. The little devil that sat on one shoulder was at war with the angel on the other side. Once the video went live, there would be no going back. Was he ready for this? It took only a few seconds for Chris to take stock of all the memories he’d made since moving to New York five years prior. He’d smiled more, laughed more, and felt more welcome with this motley crew of men in such a short time. Yes, he was ready.
Victor seemed to sense his hesitation as he always did. “You still being okay with all this, Just Chris?”
Chris sat up straight and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. It’s really amazing what you did here, Andrew. Thank you.” There were a few more minutes of technical talk before Chris excused himself and headed back downstairs where several of the guys were playing cards. They were loud and rowdy, and Chris felt like he was a part of something just being around them. Walking through the family room, he saw Mattie curled up, sleeping on one of the massive couches, and he chuckled. It hadn’t taken long for Chris to figure out that Mattie could sleep through a tornado.
He grabbed another beer and plopped into an open chair between Linc and Jordan. Lincoln Carter, known to All Cocks fans as Linc Larsen, was a force to be reckoned with in the porn industry. The openly bisexual model was also versatile, completely comfortable being a top or bottom. He even liked a little bit of kink every now and then. Chris had learned a lot about his new friends by talking with them throughout the time he’d spent at the house as well as watching some of their videos on the site. He had watched Linc get fucked into the mattress by a guy that resembled a gorilla, then turn around and fuck said gorilla until he screamed.
Not very tall, Linc stood at about five eleven, but he was stocky with thick, muscled arms. He had dark-brown hair cut short on the sides, a little longer on top, deep-brown eyes, and when he smiled, the corners of his mouth would blend into his cheeks. Chris couldn’t stop staring at the full-sleeve tattoo on Linc’s left arm. The detailing was exquisite, twisting branches from a tree that rolled into a bridge, the background green and blue with hues of bronze, a vibrant red storm cloud above the tree wrapping around his shoulder.
He’s actually kinda beautiful, Chris thought. Wait, what the fuck?
Someone pushed him hard enough that he, in turn, shoved Linc. “What the hell?” he barked.
Jordan laughed. “I said, do you want in on this hand?”
Chris shook his head, glaring at Jordan. “Sorry Linc,” he muttered, keeping his eyes on the game.
“Hey man, it’s all good.” There was a hint of Jersey in Linc’s tone, a slight noticeable difference in the way he rolled his vowels, but not distinguishable enough to be annoying. Their eyes met and held for a few seconds; the hair on the nape of Chris’s neck stood on end, and his skin broke out in goose bumps. Linc’s stare was so intense, it was damn near uncomfortable.
The room was thrown into a haze of loud voices and curses, a handful of peanuts smacking Chris in the face. “Oh, shit, sorry! Those were meant for that jackass sitting beside you.” Kory shouted.
Blinking, Chris laughed, hoping that in all the insanity circling the table, no one would notice the hitch in his voice. “S’okay.” Jesus Christ, he sounded drunk, slurring his damn words. All this from just a look? What would happen if…no, he wouldn’t go there, couldn’t go there.
“Stop cheating, shit-for-brains.” Jordan popped Kory on the nose with an almond, ducking when Kory threw it at him. “I need another beer, anyone else?” Six people responding to that question at the same time was awfully loud.
Chris handed his empty bottle to Jordan, accepting a new one when he returned, passing the beers around the table. Focusing on the card game was difficult at best, especially when he could feel Linc’s eyes on him almost like a brush of fingers along his skin. Chris laughed at something one of the guys said and tried to ignore the obvious look of want he was getting from Linc. Should he tell the guy he was straight? Or was he? Not ten minutes ago he was thinking about how beautiful Linc was. But what did that mean? Was he gay, or bi? He was completely out of his depth right now. Why was this even happening?
“Guys, we’re going to bed now, so try to keep it down, please.” Andrew patted him on the back as he walked by and grabbed three bottles of water from the fridge. Chris turned in his chair, watching Victor as he walked over to the couch where Mattie was fast asleep. Dracula lifted his young lover into his arms, kissing Mattie on the temple. Andrew came up beside Victor and wrapped an arm around his waist, smiling down at Mattie asleep in Victor’s arms. Chris didn’t think he had ever seen anything more beautiful than the three of them in that moment. Mattie was usually such a handful, very hyper and energetic. To see him passed out in Victor’s protective arms with Andrew standing beside them, the love and devotion Andrew felt for both men evident in his brilliant blue gaze, it was…perfect. So perfect, in fact, that Chris sighed out loud.