by T. M. Smith
The video Andrew produced from the footage that day was a vision of raw, beautiful innocence. The way Matthew blushed as he stripped down in front of the camera. The hesitancy he displayed throughout, and his awkward smile hidden beneath those big, puppy dog brown eyes made the ten minute video the most downloaded within a week. And while Matthew seemed to have gained a great deal of confidence after the shoot, Andrew and Victor distracted him with registering to take his GED and shopping trips in the city to fatten his sorely lacking wardrobe, when he tried to talk about another scene.
Their trip to the mall was quite a treat, and a testament to how far one man could be pushed, before completely losing his shit. Victor did not understand how any one person could possibly need so many pairs of shoes, but he stopped himself from asking when he received a stern glare from Andrew.
“Why he need them all?” Victor asked when Matthew was out of ear shot.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” Andrew responded, “but if it’s gotten him grinning light a lightning bug in the night sky, I say fuck it. We can certainly afford it Victor, so suck it up and come on!”
Victor rolled his eyes and snorted, but followed silently as they slowly made their way through the mall. He was trying to figure out a way he could duck out and run when Matthew squealed and took off at a sprint toward a store with a picture of the sun in the window.
“OH, Pac Sun! They carry Vans. I bet they have some purple ones that will match…” Matthew continued to ramble as he disappeared into yet another store.
Victor gave Andrew a questioning look. “Vans?”
Andrew closed his eyes and sighed, “A brand of shoes.”
“You are shitting me? Really? He need no more shoes!” Victor barked.
“Just shut up and follow me and I’ll deepthroat that fat cock of yours when we get home until your eyes roll back in your head, all right?” Andrew shot him a fake smile before walking toward the store Matthew had disappeared into just minutes ago.
“Fine.” Victor snarled, and followed, begrudgingly. They eventually staggered out of the mall and managed somehow to fit all Matthew’s purchase into their SUV and stopped for Chinese takeout before heading home.
That night after dinner, Matthew put on an impromptu fashion show for them in the living room. He was so excited he just wanted to wear everything all at once. Andrew thought perhaps it was the fact that he came to them not so long ago with nothing but the clothes on his back and a spare set in a plastic bag that caused this reaction from Matthew. It was almost as if he feared everything they’d bought that day would be snatched away from him, so had to wear it all without the tags just once, just in case. It made him sad that Matthew had gone so long without someone to care for him.
Even Victor stopped complaining about the excessive amount of shoes Matthew had bought that day after Matthew’s third costume change. He literally bounced up and back down the stairs. His smile was contagious and he just vibrated with happiness. Andrew thought maybe Victor’s eyes followed Matthew out of the room a little longer than they should have, but when Victor caught him staring he leaned over and kissed him, silencing that little niggle in the back of Andrew’s mind.
“Okay, okay, you were right. All the money in my world could not replace that smile.” Victor whispered into Andrew’s ear just before Matthew flung himself down on the couch in between them, propping his feet up on the coffee table, clad in his new purple Vans.
~ Chapter 4 | Reawakening ~
As much as Matthew appreciated everything that Victor and Andrew had done for him, he still wanted to pull his own weight. They filled up his closet, helped him get his GED and enroll in some basic college courses online, and gave him a roof over his head. But he still hadn’t done much in the way of earning money on his own aside from the introductory video he had shot.
After much persistence he convinced Andrew and Victor to schedule him for a more intimate scene with another model. Ricardo Diaz was a twenty seven year old Latin model that shot videos three or four times a year for All Cocks to supplement his income while he studied for his Master’s in Business at NYU. He had also become a friend to Matthew over the past several months as he acclimated to his new life. Online he was known as Rocky, the Italian Stallion that brought all the boys to the yard with his nine inch rod. It was cheesy, but the site got a lot of hits when he shot a new scene.
Andrew thought the contrast between Matthew and Ricardo would be a visual orgasm on screen. Matthew was tall and slender with long blonde hair and brown eyes. Ricardo was a little shorter but buff and toned with his black hair, amber eyes and various tattoos that kissed his olive skin. When Andrew asked Matthew what name he wanted to use for the site, he couldn’t come up with anything for the longest time. “Who is someone you’ve always had a crush on?” Andrew asked.
“Jon Bon Jovi?” Matthew presented it more as a question than an answer to Andrew’s.
“Good, then we will use the name Jon for you for the site.” Andrew patted him on the back and left him alone in the white room, all those weeks ago.
This time though, Matthew wasn’t doing the scene alone in a pretty white room where he could let his imagination run wild. No, this time he was in a different room set up with a large leather couch, end tables and a coffee table. This time, there was the possibility of penetration and Matthew wondered how no one else in the room could hear his heart hammering in his chest.
Andrew stood off in the corner of the small room where the walls seemed to be closing in on them, chatting quietly with Ricardo. Matthew also found it strange that Victor was in the room as well. Matthew did not recall ever seeing Victor watch any of the filming before when models shot scenes, but he could be mistaken.
When he looked up again Andrew and Ricardo were coming his way, Ricardo taking the seat next to Matthew on the couch. “Okay, here is what we are going to do. You two are college roommates sitting around playing the PlayStation or Xbox. But I want you to steal glances at each other, eye each other coyly. Eventually one of you, and I don’t care which one of you, will need to make the first move and initiate a kiss, more intimate contact. This isn’t going to be a full on scene though. Just kissing, groping, and a mutual hand job, sound good?” Andrew always gave direction for scenes in scripted form. Matthew exhaled the breath he’d been holding in and relaxed a little, saying a silent thank you that this would be a simple shoot.
“I got you,” Ricardo answered first, turning to face Matthew, “I can’t wait to see what you are hiding in those pants.” He gave Matthew a lascivious grin and licked his lips before puckering his lips and blowing Matthew a kiss. It was so absurd that Matthew couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He shoved Ricardo hard and they both fell into a fit of laughter, much to Andrew’s dismay.
The scene went off without a hitch and Andrew only had to call cut and move them around once. Matthew still didn’t have body position mastered, so he sometimes moved his body in a way that blocked a scene. He was a little nervous at first, but Ricardo was gentle and reassuring. It helped that the two of them were friends and a foundation of trust had already been established. Matthew thought his head might explode when Ricardo wrapped his hand around his cock the first time though. No one had touched him aside from his own required touches since the night his choices had been taken away from him. It felt good to have someone touching him that wanted to touch him because they wanted him. Not because they were disgusted by his nature and thought violating him would teach him a lesson or some such shit.
Matthew was tentative and reserved when the camera first started rolling, Andrew could see his body shaking and almost called cut, but Ricardo whispered reassurances to Matthew and soon, his breathing went from almost hyperventilating to, Oh my god, do that again! And to be kissed so gently, to be looked at with want and need instead of hatred and loathing, it almost made Matthew cry, but he managed to hold himself together. At least until Ricardo’s thumb brushed over his slit, then Matthew threw his head back and cried ou
t as his cock pulsed and jerked in the other man’s hand, coating his dark skin with white ropes of come.
The rush of orgasm at the hand of someone other than himself left Matthew momentarily dazed. As he was coming back down off his high, he saw that Ricardo had taken hold of his own cock and was jerking madly while watching Matthew’s face and soon he too was shooting thick ropes of come all over them both. A contended smile on his face, Ricardo pulled Matthew’s face to his and kissed him again, a bit softer than before. He pulled back just a fraction and whispered, “Goddamn, you are so beautiful when you come Matt.” Matthew blushed at his friends words and managed a small smile. What did you say to that?
“Wouldn’t it be something if your first full scene was with me?” Ricardo had moved closer to Matthew and was leaned in, whispering in Matthew’s ear. “I would love to be balls deep inside you Matthew, you’re so beautiful.”
Matthew tensed at those words. The last time, hell, the only time anyone was ever balls deep inside of him was the result of an act of violence that sent Matthew down a dark and dangerous path. A path he only recently stepped off of. Ricardo had no way of knowing the words he spoke, words he thought would be complimentary and reassuring, would scare the living shit out of the man that now sat trembling in his arms.
Victor and Andrew saw it though, both shouting cut at the same time. The mixture of their voices was like a gun going off and Matthew jumped back, turning to look their way. His eyes found Andrew first, he smiled at him, but Matthew thought there was a sadness to his smile that he did not quite understand. When Matthew stole a glance in Victor’s direction, he saw the big man’s brow was creased and did not understand that either. But before he could put too much thought into it, Ricardo was up and moving and pulling Matthew along with him.
When they were getting ready to leave the office that day, Ricardo came up to him and slid a piece of paper into Matthew’s hand. “Here’s my number, you call me anytime, for anything.” When he reached the back door, Ricardo turned and winked at Matthew before walking out and closing the door behind him. Perhaps Ricardo thought the fact that they were friends meant Matthew would welcome taking their friendship a step further. It made Matthew smile; though he knew he would never cross that line with his friend.
The ride back to the house that night seemed like it took ten years. Victor and Andrew were unusually quiet while Matthew was wired for sound. He tried, unsuccessfully, to strike up a conversation with them several times. All he got in response were clipped one word answers or grunts. They were about ten miles from the house when Andrew turned around to face him. “Matthew, you know you can tell us anything, right?”
Where the hell did that come from? Matthew thought. He gave Andrew a curious look before nodding. Andrew continued to stare at him, as if he were waiting for Matthew to tell him something, anything, until they pulled into the driveway.
Alone in bed that night, he stared at the phone number on the piece of paper in his hand. Matthew had looked at the digits so many times that he already had it memorized, but he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away. The strange conversation with Andrew in the car all but forgotten, he fell asleep that night happy, content and certain that he could move forward with his life and get past the darkness that shrouded his past. If only it were that easy…
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Sometime in the middle of the night Matthew woke up thirsty and made his way down to the kitchen for a glass of water. Climbing the stairs back up to his room, a noise from Victor and Andrew’s bedroom caught his attention. Moving closer he saw that the door was pushed closed, but not completely shut. He stood there quiet, unmoving and listening. “Oh, yeah, right there.” It was Andrew’s voice, followed by a growl that was unmistakably Victor.
Matthew knew he should keep walking and go back to his room, but he wanted to see what caused that tone in Andrew’s voice. He could hear the eagerness in the words as Andrew spoke them. Closing his eyes, Matthew placed his hand on the door and slowly pushed it open just a hair. It was enough to see through the crack in the door.
Andrew lay naked on the bed on his back, Victor in between his legs, his head bobbing up and down swallowing Andrew’s cock with every downward motion. Andrew’s fingers were holding tight to one of the wooden slats of the head board while Victor continued to swallow his dick, running his free hand along Andrew’s thigh, up his side and then pinching Andrew’s nipple between his fingertips. Andrew groaned and writhed under Victor’s ministrations, both men oblivious to Matthew’s presence at their bedroom door.
Matthew stood still, rooted in place, both entranced and intrigued with what he was witnessing. When Victor ran his fingers back down the length of Andrew’s body, releasing Andrew’s cock only to suck on his own digits, Matthew’s breathing escalated. Victor smiled up at Andrew, never breaking eye contact as he devoured the man’s cock once again and from what Matthew could see, buried his fingers in Andrew’s ass.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Andrew cried out, his back arching up off the bed, his grip on the headboard tightening. He began rocking his body back and forth, seeming to fuck Victor’s hand while Victor continued to suck his dick. Both Matthew and Andrew whimpered when Victor released Andrew’s cock and climbed up his body. Both sighed when Victor took his mouth in a demanding kiss. Victor sat back on his heels and picked up the bottle of lube that lay next to Andrew on the bed. He squirted a generous amount into his hands, rubbing them together before grabbing his own cock with one hand and lathering it generously with the lube. His other hand disappeared between Andrew’s legs again and soon, Andrew was moaning and wiggling again as Victor finger fucked him, stretching him open.
Andrew reached for his cock only to have his hand knocked away by Victor. He grabbed both Andrew’s hands and lay on top of him, his body completely covering Andrew’s as he ground his hips down then up, kissing the shit out of his sexy, blue eyed lover. Even from the doorway, through a tiny sliver of a gap, Matthew could see the evil grin that Victor gave Andrew. Reaching up, he placed Andrew’s hands back on the headboard.
“Hold on tight baby, going to be a bumpy ride.” Victor’s voice was deep and gravelly and holy fucking shit, it made Matthew’s balls tingle.
Reaching down he grabbed the door knob, intent on closing the door and leaving them to their privacy. But when Victor drove his cock into Andrew’s body and Andrew cried out, his back bowing up off the bed, hands white knuckling the headboard, Matthew was frozen in place. The sounds that were coming from both men were primal and beautiful. Matthew could tell just from those sounds how much they were enjoying this. He didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt the tears running down his cheeks.
This right here, what Matthew was so shamefully intruding on, this was love. This was what sex was supposed to be. Not a forced act that left someone broken, battered and bloody in the end. Matthew reached down and adjusted his now hard cock in his boxers. He refused to stand here in Victor and Andrew’s doorway watching them have sex like some voyeur and jack himself off though. Maybe later once he was back in the confines of his own room.
“Andy, baby, so close.” He heard Victor whisper, his voice was strained.
“Make me come Victor, please, make me come.” Andrew begged.
Matthew cocked his head to the side in surprise when Victor pulled his knees up underneath himself, grabbing Andrew’s legs and placing them up over his shoulders. He slammed into Andrew’s body and Andrew loved every thrust in if his shouts of approval were any indication.
“Fuck! Right there, that’s the spot baby. Harder!”
Not only was Matthew beyond turned on, more so than he thought he had ever been in his life, his ass actually quivered. His body was having a very surreal reaction to what he was witnessing, a reaction that until recently, Matthew wasn’t certain he was capable of.
Andrew’s body seemed to bend in half, backwards, as he cried out and shot stream after stream of come between his and Victor’s bodies. Matthew was shocked by that since
neither Andrew nor Victor was anywhere close to touching his dick when he exploded. Mental note, you can come without being touched. Learn something new every day.
Matthew’s eyes went wide when Victor grabbed Andrew’s legs by the ankles and spread them open, holding his legs in the air while he pistoned his hips several times before throwing his head back and growling long, and low, and deep.
Victor fell on top of Andrew and both of them lay that way for several long minutes before Victor finally pulled out of Andrew’s body with a groan, and disappeared into the bathroom. Matthew heard a flush then Victor came back into the room, running a washcloth gently over Andrew’s stomach, wiping away all traces of their love making.
I love yous, more kisses and goodnights were exchanged before Victor blew out the candle on the bedside table and the room was shrouded in darkness.
Matthew lay in bed staring at the ceiling, remembering the look of sheer bliss on both Andrew and Victor’s faces. That was what he wanted, a man to not only make love to him and hold him while he did, but for that man to look at him the way Victor stared lovingly down at Andrew. He wanted to embrace a man inside him and look up into his eyes with so much want he thought his heart might explode, the way Andrew stared up at Victor in the near darkness. He wanted what Victor and Andrew had; unconditional and unwavering love and devotion. The hard part, the part that made what he wanted damn near impossible, was the fact that he wanted that with Victor and Andrew.