by T. M. Smith
“So, I am thinking that is a yes?” Victor asked playfully. Andrew tried to look contrite, but he couldn’t help smiling at Victor as the big, brooding man batted his long, dark lashes at him. Andrew just nodded, still unwilling to say the word ‘yes’ out loud. As soon as he conceded, Victor’s mouth was on him, hot and wet and exploring every inch of Andrew’s tongue with his own. He pushed Andrew down onto the blanket and slowly undressed him, kissing every inch of flesh as it was exposed, before standing and stripping his own clothes off.
Andrew’s trip down memory lane was interrupted when his cell phone went off, and he knew without looking, that it was Jordan. “Hey, he left about ten minutes ago.” Andrew held the phone away from his ear as a litany of curse words floated through the speaker. He covered his mouth so Jordan wouldn’t hear him laugh, knowing all that would do is make the man even madder than he already was. From the sound of it, Victor was in for an ass chewing when he finally made it to their studio in the city.
***
Matthew was sprinting down the street, trying to make it to the shelter before they filled up for the night and closed the doors. Rounding the corner, he barreled right into a guy walking his dog, getting his leg wrapped up in the leash as they both hit the ground hard.
“What the fuck man? Watch where you’re going you fucking loser!” The guy yelled at Matthew, pulling himself up and dusting the dirt off his pants. He jerked the leash with such force that it pulled Matthew’s feet right back out from under him and he landed hard on his ass.
The guy dragged his poor dog along behind him and Matthew could hear him throw a few more colorful words over his shoulder as he walked away. He took a minute to catch his breath before pulling himself up off the cold concrete and limping toward the shelter. As if the day couldn’t get any worse, just as Matthew turned the next corner to the shelter entrance, the door closed.
“FUCK!” he yelled out, then turned and kicked the concrete wall next to where he stood and immediately cried out in pain. God, he prayed he didn’t break anything, but if the sharp pain that shot up his leg was any indication, he just might have. “Great!” he moaned. Now he was cold and hungry, and had no place to sleep tonight to go along with the pain in his ass, literally, from the fall earlier. He lifted his leg, bracing his foot on the street sign he stood at, hoping stretching the muscles out would ease the sharp pain shooting from the tip of his toes straight up to his spine.
An SUV with dark tinted windows pulled up to the stop sign and the window slowly lowered half way. “How much?” a deep voice from inside the car asked. Matthew did not know what else to do. He was cold and hungry and sucking a guy off behind the cover of tinted glass for a few dollars might at least buy him dinner.
“Fifty, and I only give head.” Deep down, there was a part of Matthew that hoped the man would tell him to fuck off and speed away. Instead, he decided to haggle.
“Forty, and I get to come all over that pretty face.” The deep voice took on a filthy tone then, and not filthy in a sexy make your toes curl kind of way.
“No deal. Forty and you wear a condom.” Matthew stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. It was bad enough he was a homeless whore, he wasn’t about to prostitute himself out without protection.
The guy sat silently while the engine idled for a good two minutes and Matthew was certain it was going to be a miserable night without any food in his belly. Well, dumpster diving it is… he thought when he finally heard the man’s voice again. “Fine, walk back down toward the hot dog stand, there is an alley across the street, I’ll meet you there.” And with that, he drove away.
Matthew had the common sense to realize this was a bad idea. The guy was probably a closeted, middle aged banker with a wife and three kids at home. But he could also be a serial killer looking for his next victim, and Matthew was hungry enough to offer him the knife if it would just take away the pangs of starvation bouncing around his insides. He turned and made his way back toward the hot dog stand and made a mental note that Malcolm was still serving up some steaming dogs. Good, if I don’t get my throat slit while I’m sucking his wiener, then I can eat one. The absurdity of the situation made Matthew laugh.
Ten minutes later Matthew made his way over to the hot dog stand with fifty dollars burning a hole in his pocket. The man wailed so loud when he came, Matthew thought for sure the cops would come running to see who was being murdered. Sure enough, the guy thanked him and made a comment about his wife never being able to give good head, even before they had children, and threw in the initial fifty Matthew had asked for.
“Hey Matthew, what you doin out here tonight? They run out of room at the shelter?” Malcom, the hot dog vendor, asked as he approached the cart.
“Yeah, I didn’t quite make it in time tonight Boss. I am starved though. I’ll take one with everything please.” Malcom wore a dingy old hat with the word ‘Boss’ printed on it. Matthew could still remember his first night on these streets and the kindness Malcolm had shown him, feeding him when he hadn’t eaten in days. Matthew had gotten smart with the man, asking him if that was his name, Boss.
“Don’t you be gettin smart with me boy. Eat!” And so he did, without any further smart talk. Anytime Matthew had money to eat and he was close to Malcom’s stand, he returned the kindness.
“Matthew, you okay?” Malcolm asked. Matthew was day dreaming again and not paying attention to what Malcolm was saying.
“Yeah Boss, just tired and hungry, I’ll be good once I eat and find someplace to crash for the night.”
“Well, I’m about ready to call it a night, how bout a two for one tonight?” Malcolm laughed at Matthew when he scowled at him. “Seriously, it’s less I gotta throw out. You know the family won’t eat ‘em!”
Matthew did not buy it for a second, but he knew better than to argue so he just nodded and attempted a smile. Reaching for the ketchup bottle he noticed a stack of flyers were held down by the condiments. “What’s this?” he asked.
Malcolm looked up to see what Matthew was referring to. “Oh, that is some online gay porn site. Nice gentleman in a suit came by earlier today and bought six dogs, asked if he could leave some flyers. Lot of the business owners wouldn’t let him, cause of the gay thing I s’spect, but I ain’t got no problem with no one trying to earn an honest day’s living.”
Matthew slathered his hot dogs with ketchup and mustard all while eyeing the information on the flyer.
All Cocks Industries is looking for male models between the ages of 18 and 25 to come work for us. At All Cocks, we pride ourselves in being a trendsetter in the industry and we offer an excellent benefits package for full time models. If you’re interested please call 123-ALL-COCKS for more details and to set up an interview.
Matthew inhaled his first hot dog in two bites while he read over all the details on the flyer. Malcolm laughed at him as he started packing up his cart to close for the night. Well, at least Malcolm wasn’t lying to him about closing up. Matthew said his goodbyes and wrapped up the second hot dog to save for breakfast, pocketing a flyer and heading off to find someplace to sleep for the night.
There was a disgusting motel that rented rooms by the hour and was usually full throughout the night. But tonight, well tonight it would seem was Matthew’s lucky night. He didn’t get his throat slit, he got the full fifty, dinner and breakfast and now the flea bag motel had the vacancy sign lit up. That meant he just might be able to sleep in a bed tonight, even if it was overrun with bed bugs.
~ Chapter 2 | New Beginnings ~
Matthew tossed and turned all night, in and out of wakefulness. Partially because he feared fully falling asleep and letting his guard down. On the streets you always slept with one eye open and a weapon in your hand for fear of waking up dead. The crinkle of plastic every time he so much as flinched did not help him enjoy a peaceful slumber either, but he’d rather that than the alternative of sleeping on the roach motel mattress without any barrier but a thin white sheet full of h
oles.
When he arrived at the front desk the night before he was greeted by a handsome, super sweet young man that blushed when Matthew flirted with him. Batting his eyelashes at the guy got Matthew a discount on the room, licking his lips seductively caused the cute guy to stutter and hold his breath, and also got Matthew a coupon for a free breakfast at the diner attached to the motel. A hand-job in the supply closet got Matthew free reign in the tiny 6x9 room that held toiletries, linens and thank Christ, trash bags. To tell the truth, Matthew didn’t mind the hand job and the tender kiss they exchanged in the dark, musty room. The kid with brown hair and glasses was kind of cute.
Matthew had grabbed shampoo, soap, mouthwash, toothpaste and a toothbrush as well as extra towels, sheets and an entire roll of trash bags. When he got to the room he stripped the bed down and wrapped it with the plastic bags before remaking it with the two fitted sheets he’d snagged. He then took the first hot shower he had taken in months. He stayed in the shower until his skin was pruned and the water ran cold. Then the first thing he did when he woke was lather, rinse and repeat. God only knew how long it would be before he had this kind of opportunity again.
He tossed everything he had plundered from the supply closet into the small trash can liner from the bathroom and opened the door, ready for his free breakfast. To his surprise, there was a small grocery sack tied to the doorknob on the outside. Inside he found a pair of beat up old Converse, some Levis and a simple grey hoodie. Matthew almost cried at the generosity of the young man from last night.
He ducked back into the room, quickly changed into the clothes and inhaled a deep breath. The smell of fabric softener reminded him of Sunday afternoons at home when he was little. His mom did laundry while he and his dad worked out in the yard or played baseball. He shook his head to clear those thoughts out of his racing mind before they took him down memory lane. A panic attack in a seedy motel was the last thing he needed right now. Instead he busied himself untying the knot in the small bag that held all his toiletries and shoved his own ratty clothes in before leaving the room and making his way back to the office.
When he turned in his room key, Matthew looked around to try and spot Tony, the young man that was so nice to him last night. He wanted to say goodbye and thank him again, and perhaps get his contact information. The guy was adorable and nice and obviously closeted; Matthew was certain he could use a friend. “Will there be anything else for you kid?” The fat, balding man that now stood behind the counter asked Matthew. He just shook his head and turned, walking toward the restaurant.
***
Jordan was pleasantly surprised to see Victor’s car was already there when he pulled into the lot behind the building where the All Cocks offices were housed. Coffee and bagels in hand, he hurried inside, winking at Cassie as he handed her the Venti Frappuccino he grabbed for her at Starbucks. She giggled and thanked him before jumping up and opening the door so he could head back to Victor’s office and map out a strategy for the day. Hopefully the five hundred flyers they’d left throughout the city the day before would bring in at least a dozen or so prospects and Jordan could cut back on the weekly shoots.
Victor grunted a thank you to Jordan when he handed him his coffee, never taking his eyes off the computer in front of him. Andrew was across the hall getting another room set up for some informal interviews, setting the camera and the lighting the way he liked it. Jordan cleared his throat and gently wiggled Andrew’s coffee out in front of him. “Oh thank you, I need that,” Andrew said grabbing it and sucking down half of it with one swig. Jordan laughed as he turned and walked back down the hall to the smallest office that was right next to the main lobby area.
This wasn’t their first rodeo; after the past couple of years tweaking it, they had this interview process down to a science. The men applying were made to feel comfortable and relaxed, enabling whoever was interviewing them to get an accurate read on them as well. Cassie would greet them and hand out the clipboards with stacks of official documents they needed from every applicant. Then Jordan would meet with them in the small office that held a couple of overstuffed chairs, a coffee table and some random pictures and crap hanging on the walls to make the room look lived in. It usually set the newcomers’ minds at ease if they were face to face with someone that was working the industry from the start. And to be honest, Jordan enjoyed the interactions.
Jordan dropped his backpack and jacket off in the lounge and was just heading back down the hall when Cassie opened the main door, clipboard in hand, announcing the first would-be new star for All Cocks had arrived. By lunch time they’d talked to four guys and Victor had hired two of them on the spot. Kory, a twenty one year old with a chip on his shoulder, but he had this brooding, sexy, stubborn thing about him that Victor loved. And William, a six foot five inch big, burly, hairy alpha male that had even Andrew drooling on his camera lens, until he found out the guy was a big nelly bottom. Jordan almost choked on his Red Bull at that affirmation. But Victor loved the diversity he could bring to the family, so they hired him.
The other two though, they were a couple of gems. One guy freaked out and ran when Andrew asked him to take his shirt off, and the other looked like a tweaked out twink. Super skinny, jittery and his cock was the tiniest thing Andrew thought he’d ever seen. They weren’t above hiring skinny guys, or twinks, or guys with smaller packages, but this guy was not porn star material by any means. Not to mention Victor was certain the guy was just looking for something to make easy money for the next fix, and he was adamant with all his models, All Cocks was a drug free environment.
Jordan opened the door to the lobby to tell Cassie he was going to take fifteen for a quick lunch when a cute blonde that was fidgeting in one of the chairs caught his attention. Hearing the door open, his head jerked up and Jordan could see the apprehension in his brown eyed gaze. Jordan slowly walked toward him, certain if he walked too fast the kid would turn and bolt for the door. “Hi, I’m Jordan. You here to interview for the modeling job?” He smiled wide and extended his hand to shake.
The hesitation and uncertainty in the young guy’s eyes was almost endearing. He blew out a breath then ran his fingers through his hair before standing and taking Jordan’s hand in his. “Hi. I’m M… Matthew,” the guy managed to choke out. Jordan didn’t know if it was nerves or a stutter, which would only make the guy that much more appealing. Jordan tried to inconspicuously take in all his features, again concerned if he openly appraised him, he’d bolt. He was young, had long blonde hair, he was tall and slender, with deep brown eyes and long dark brown lashes framing them. Jordan had no problem maintaining eye contact with the skittish applicant; there was something hidden in the depths of the brown pools.
Jordan turned his attention to Cassie momentarily, “Did Matthew here fill out all his paperwork?” he asked, Cassie nodded, smiling and handing the stack of paperwork over to Jordan. “Good!” He turned his attention back to Matthew, “Right this way, let’s get you started.” Jordan held his arm out, motioning for Matthew to walk in front of him. Matthew stood frozen in place for almost a minute before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking through the doorway in front of Jordan.
Once inside the small, comfortable room, Matthew seemed to relax a little. Jordan offered him a drink but Matthew just shook his head. “Okay, well, you know the job details obviously if you’re here.” Jordan waited for Matthew to acknowledge and was given a jerky head nod.
“So, for the interview process today I’m going to ask you some questions, get to know you a little better. Then you’ll meet with our photographer and digital professional, Andrew, then with his partner, Victor, who is also the owner of All Cocks. You still with me Matthew?” Jordan asked and again received a head bob in response.
“Hey, relax, I don’t bite. This is meant to be a very informal, relaxed atmosphere and there are no wrong answers here, unless you are under eighteen.” Jordan said jokingly as he flipped through the paperwork to see how old Matthew w
as, eighteen. His birthday was just a few months ago so he was legal, barely, but legal.
“Okay, let’s just go over the questionnaire you filled out. Sexual orientation, gay… Virgin, no… top or bottom, either.” Jordan glanced up from the paper to see Matthew was fidgeting again and biting his bottom lip. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
“Can you tell me why you’re so nervous Matthew? Are you certain this is something you want to do?” Jordan asked, worried the answer was probably no.
Matthew rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans and cleared his throat a couple times before speaking. “I’m, well, yeah. I’m a little nervous. I’m not a virgin so to speak, but I haven’t been with anyone all the way in a long time. I’m more worried about that than anything else to tell you the truth.”
Jordan leaned back in his chair and smiled, trying to ease Matthew’s hair trigger with his relaxed posture. “I hear you, but I assure you, Andrew won’t throw you into a full scene until he’s certain you are ready. But that is neither here nor there right now, today is all about getting to know you and filling you in on what all we do here at All Cocks.” Once Jordan reassured Matthew he was in a safe place, he visibly relaxed. Until Jordan led him down the hall to where Andrew waited to do a head and a body shot.