by Smith,T. M.
“The person that finishes the coffee must make more coffee.” Kory wore a shit-eating grin when he spoke. Gabe opened his mouth to speak then groaned at the pain just that little movement must have caused.
Micah took him by the shoulders and walked him over to the table as Tristan pulled out a chair and patted the seat. “Fuck off, all of you,” Gabe whispered through clenched teeth.
“It’s okay, I got this.” Micah patted him on the shoulder before going over and starting another pot of coffee.
“Aspirin is above the microwave, water in the fridge.” Kory spoke without even looking up, just kept on reading the paper.
Micah smiled and shook his head. It was all so… normal. Aspirin in hand, Micah pulled a couple of bottles of water out of the fridge as he passed it on his way back to the table.
“We heading back out to the house soon, then?” Micah asked. “Cause I need a shower and to wash the dinosaur shit out of my mouth.” Everyone laughed at his comment, including poor Gabe, who groaned and leaned forward, letting his forehead rest on the table.
“I have a client this morning so I don’t have time to get you guys back and then get back to town, not to mention morning traffic. Kory talked to William a little while ago though and he has a shoot at the house today. So he’s going to meet us at my office and take you two back out to Mamaroneck. Sound good?” Micah nodded but poor Gabe just waved his hand in the air and mumbled something that sounded like “Whatever.”
Kory stood and carried his empty bowl to the sink then left the kitchen, calling out on his way down the hall, “Hair of the dog, Gabe!”
This time Gabe growled. “Kiss my ass, Kory.”
Micah wasn’t quite sure how they pulled it off, but half an hour later the three of them were in Tristan’s truck again, heading to his office. Micah had learned the night before at dinner that Tristan was already a licensed therapist and was finishing up his Masters in Psychology, while he worked to become a psychiatrist. He shared a small office in Queens with another therapist and a psychiatrist where he saw clients three days a week. The other two days were spent in Cambridge where he attended classes at Harvard.
“Where do you stay while you’re there?” Gabe had asked Tristan at dinner last night.
“I have a friend that’s in the same program who lives and works there, so I crash on his couch when I’m in town. Most of the time I’m only there for one night and two days, so it’s an easy arrangement.”
When they got to the office, Tristan introduced them to Margaret, the psychiatrist he worked with, and took them on a sixty second tour of the place. Micah picked up the large frame that sat on the corner of Tristan’s desk and smiled at the image. It was obviously Tristan and his three brothers, all dressed in different variations of blue, with Tristan being the only one in a plain jane suit and tie.
Micah’s breath hitched when Tristan pressed his hard body up against his back, leaning over and pointing out who was who in the picture. “You already know Jon; that there is Sal and that’s Rafe, the youngest.” Micah sat the picture down and stepped sideways so Tristan was no longer behind him, but now facing him. He licked his lips to moisten his suddenly dry mouth. Tristan’s nostrils flared, but before Micah could decipher that, William came into the room and drew their attention away from each other.
“Alright guys, lets kick it; I need to be at the house by noon so we need to get a move on.” William shook Tristan’s hand before leaving the office with Micah and Gabe following just as a big bear of a man passed them in the hall, heading into Tristan’s office. The guy had to be six foot four with shoulder length hair that was pulled back in a ponytail and a long, bushy beard. The leather pants he wore looked like they had been painted around his large calves and perfectly shaped ass. Micah didn’t much care for hairy guys, but even he could appreciate the sexy specimen as he glided past them.
William obviously liked what he saw as well. He was so engrossed in eyeing the big man’s ass that he almost walked right into the wall. Gabe grabbed his arm and jerked him back. “Whoa Willie, stop ogling Mister Motorcycle Man and watch where you’re going.” William smiled and muttered an apology, but he never took his eyes off the guy.
“Beau, morning; come on in.” Tristan clapped the guy, Beau, on the shoulder as he disappeared into the office. “I’ll call you or text you when I know something about the house, Gabe.” Tristan waved and followed Beau into his office, closing the door.
William stood and stared at the closed door for a few seconds before Gabe sighed and snapped his fingers just inches from William’s face. “Snap out of it! Do you want me to go all Cher on you and slap you now? Or are you going to move your ass?”
William just laughed at Gabe then pushed the door open and waved his arm out for Gabe to walk through first. “Your chariot awaits, my liege.”
Chapter 4 | Change of plans
The tension in the house when they arrived was so thick it was stifling. Victor was on edge because Ricardo had to back out of the shoot they were doing that day due to food poisoning.
“What about Dusty?” William asked.
“Tried that, he’s not answering his phone or responding to text messages,” Andrew responded without looking up from the papers on his desk.
Micah nodded. “Yeah, he’s been less available as of late. I wonder what that’s all about.”
“I think he might be seeing someone on the down low. Maybe it’s a guy that wouldn’t understand the porn angle. Who knows?” William commented.
Micah looked over and saw William’s eyes narrowed, obviously pondering something.
“Hey, why doesn’t Micah step in?” William suggested to Andrew. “You can just swap out the shoot we were scheduled to do next week with him and Ricardo, right?”
“I don’t know about that, William; Micah just did a shoot yesterday.” Andrew was shaking his head and rifling through the stack of papers on his desk like he was searching for one page in particular.
“Yeah, but he bottomed. With me he’ll be topping, so it should be fine, right?” He looked from Andrew to Micah, who shrugged and nodded. “See, Micah’s fine with it.”
“I’m okay with the last minute change if you are, Andrew. Then I can have all next week off.” Micah smiled when he said it. Now that he thought about it, that would make him available to go see the house with Gabe.
Andrew looked up at both of them, not speaking right away. His eyes narrowed and Micah could almost see the wheels turning in Andrew’s head. “Okay, yeah, we can do this. Are you sure you’re okay with this Micah? Wait, you don’t have any bruising from yesterday, do you?”
It wasn’t uncommon to have bruising on your knees and hips after a shoot. For that matter, hickeys, bites, scratches and lovely hand prints on an ass cheeks were a possibility as well. It all depended on the preference of the person shooting and what the scene called for. But Chris had been very gentle with Micah the previous day. His ass was sore from the sheer size of Chris’s cock, but he had checked himself over when he showered after and didn’t find anything that stood out.
Micah shook his head. “Nope, I’m good, Boss.”
Andrew immediately started throwing out ideas for the scene. “I don’t want anything gentle, Micah; you just did that yesterday with Chris. Since you will be the top for this shoot, I need you to be demanding, maybe even a little forceful.” Andrew pulled his attention away from the papers that sat before him on the desk, looking up at Micah and William.
“You know I’m good with whatever, Boss.” William said quickly.
“How about a work atmosphere? You know, Micah can be the boss and William the employee that would do anything to please him,” Mattie said as he climbed the last couple steps into Andrew’s office. He held a hanger out to Micah that carried a sharp brown suit and shoved one holding a grey suit at William.
“Yes!” Andrew shouted. “Perfect, Mattie.” He came around the side of his desk, kissing Mattie on the cheek and pulling his smaller body close. �
��You two go get changed. Micah, I want you in white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Will, black Andrew Christian almost naked jock. Both of you just throw on simple white button down shirts under the suit jackets. Once you’re changed, just head back up here, I don’t have time to set up an office scene. We’ll just have to use my office.”
Micah was halfway down the steps with William right behind him when Andrew shouted, “Wear your leg that has the foot, Micah.”
“Yes sir. I aim to please,” Micah responded.
Andrew turned to face Mattie, smiling. “Baby, I know you’re upset, but we will keep trying, okay? There are still a couple of applications out there; maybe one of those will tell you what you want to hear, okay?”
Mattie’s brown eyes held on to the sadness he felt. Still, he smiled at his husband and nodded before being pulled in for a long, slow, soft kiss. Andrew pulled back and winked, “Now, help me clean off my desk so Aiden Cox can fuck Connor into oblivion on it, ‘kay?”
***
Two hours later, Aiden Cox sat in an armless chair at the desk in the attic office beside a raging fire with Connor on his knees in front of him, sucking his brains out through his dick. When Aiden gasped, it was real. When Aiden said, “Goddamn baby, your mouth is fucking amazing,” he meant every word. Micah loved shooting scenes. He would shoot every damn day if Andrew and Victor would let him. His online persona, Aiden Cox, was confident and assured. Aiden wasn’t domineering by any means, but he was in complete control when he was topping.
Connor let his dick fall from between his lips, turning his head and leaning down so he could lick and suck on Aiden’s balls. Aiden closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations, refusing to look down at Connor because then he would also be looking down at Andrew who was currently perched under the chair with his hand-held camera trained on Connor’s tongue that was wrapped around Aiden’s balls. He reached for Connor, dragging his big body up and taking his mouth with a fierce, sloppy kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
“Turn around and ride me.” Aiden’s voice was low and smooth, like honey.
Andrew turned the camera off and crawled out from under the chair, positioning himself next to the wall so he had a good shot of their side profile. There were two cameras on tri-pods as well, one directly in front of the chair, the second on the other side. Andrew would break all the footage down and edit over the next couple of days to get the finished video he’d upload to the site.
The two models took the few brief minutes, while Andrew changed camera angle and got into position, to get themselves ready. It was all slightly clinical, for lack of a better term. Connor gently tugged the butt plug out and wrapped it in a cloth for safe keeping, tucking the bundle into the side of his backpack. Aiden was still pretty much fully clothed, per Andrew’s instructions. Only his shoes and jacket had been removed.
He sat in the chair with his shirt completely unbuttoned, the tie hanging loosely off his neck. His pants were opened and had been shoved down to where they rested just above his knees. The way the scene was being shot, the prosthetic would never be seen. Andrew had requested the more life-like leg so that with socks on, no one would be able to see any difference.
Of course condoms and lube were used, but no one wanted to see that set up in the final video. Aiden tore a condom wrapper open, pulling out the small piece of latex and placing it on the tip of his dick, slowly rolling the material down his length before slathering himself with lube.
They were back in position, looking well-worn and sexy by the time the cameras started rolling.
“Okay, countdown, guys.” Andrew held up three fingers, two, one...
Connor rode him hard, leaning back against Aiden’s chest, before climbing off and turning around to ride him face to face. Aiden didn’t mind that, not one damn bit. The new position brought Connor’s mouth close enough for Aiden to bite, suck and then lick his kiss swollen lips. Connor braced his feet on the floor, giving himself added leverage to ride Aiden’s cock minus saddle and spurs. Connor was tall enough, his arms long enough, that he was able to lean back and hold himself up with one hand resting on the stone façade of the fireplace.
Connor reached up and grabbed the tie around Aiden’s neck, twisting it in his grip a couple times and using it for balance before he resumed his frantic pace. “Yeah, you like that boy, you like riding my big cock?”
Connor half grunted his response, “Ye… yeah, oh fuck yeah!” he cried out, lifting his large body up where only the head of Aiden’s cock was still inside the warmth of his channel. Then he slammed back down and enveloped Aiden’s cock, smothering the hard shaft in almost volcanic heat. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me come,” Connor shouted.
“Not yet you won’t, you will wait until I say you can come, you hear me Connor?” Aiden growled through clenched teeth, balancing on the cusp of his own orgasm. He reached for Connor’s cock, wrapping his fingers around the swollen thickness and running his thumb through the slit.
“Oh fuck!” Connor shouted, his body tensing in Aiden’s lap.
“You like that?” Aiden asked him. Connor just nodded his head, eyes closed, breaths coming out in short pants. Connor groaned when Aiden’s hand stilled at the base of his cock. “Use your words Connor, answer me, do you like that?”
“Ye..Yes,” Connor croaked, twisting his hips a couple times before Aiden smacked his ass with his free hand. Connor stilled and lowered his head, his glassy eyes glaring at Aiden. Lifting one eyebrow and the corner of one lip, Aiden gave Connor a lascivious grin.
“Tell me what you want, Connor.”
Knowing he was about to blow, Connor lifted himself off Aiden, turning and leaning over the desk, his pert ass held high just waiting for Aiden to take him. He had just answered Aiden’s question without words, and Aiden quickly stood, moving over into the space between Connor’s spread legs. Wasting no time on dirty talk or prep, he rubbed the head of his cock over Connor’s abused hole before he buried himself balls deep with just one thrust.
Throwing his head back, Connor shouted, “Oh fuck yeah! More, faster, fuck me Aiden!”
“If you insist,” Aiden whispered into Connor’s ear, biting down on the lobe as he proceeded to fuck Connor on top of Andrew’s desk until he was screaming and his body was jerking uncontrollably while his dick shot thick, white ropes of come all over the cherry wood desktop.
As soon as Connor’s body went limp beneath him, Aiden pulled out and jerked off the condom. His cock was so swollen and ready to blow. Just a few strokes and he was shooting his load all over Connor’s ass and back. He fell on top of Connor, who thankfully could hold their combined weight, leaning around and kissing him one last time before they both smiled.
“Goddamn boys, that was amazing. I didn’t think we would get such good footage with so few takes with the last minute change. Great job. Now get your asses off my desk and grab the wipes over there to clean it off.” Andrew laughed and pointed to a shelf in the corner that held Clorox bleach spray, Clorox wipes and a couple rolls of paper towels.
The three of them laughed, William going over and grabbing the spray and towels then cleaning his mess off the desk. He and Micah headed downstairs in search of food, leaving Andrew to do whatever it was he did after a shoot that always involved him hiding out in the office for several hours.
Chapter 5 | Disappointment
Micah’s stomach rumbled as he walked into the kitchen. There was a platter of various lunch meats and cheeses, a couple loaves of bread and a large bowl of fruit salad out on the bar for them to eat. He filled a plate then sat at the table with Mattie, Colton and William.
Colton was Mattie’s business partner; the two of them had started a wedding planning business after they’d worked well together planning Mattie, Victor and Andrew’s wedding the previous year. The small, beautiful blonde was a close friend of Chris and Linc and was living with a friend of Mattie’s that he met when he was homeless many years ago, Tony. Mattie and Tony had reconnected when Mattie was in the hospit
al after he was mistakenly drugged by Linc’s ex-boyfriend, Lance. Micah shook his head and grinned, taking a bite of his turkey with lettuce and mayo on rye. Learning the ins and outs of the men at All Cocks, their friends and families and how certain guys knew others in a roundabout way, well, it was very confusing.
Andrew bounded down the stairs headed for the front door. “I’m going to go grab the mail Mattie, see if that contract with the condom company is here yet.”
“Condom company?” Micah asked.
Mattie nodded and finished the bite of fruit he had in his mouth before he answered. “Yeah, a company approached us to broker a deal where All Cocks INC will receive condoms in exchange for publicity on the site.”
“It could be a very effective cross promotion at no cost for both the site and the condom company.” Colton added.