~ Chapter 4 | Pointers ~

Over the next week Chris talked to Andrew and Victor several times on the phone and over email, trying to decide exactly what his name and history for the site would be. He settled on Kris Alen, so it was technically his name, just a different spelling. Andrew wanted to play up the “smart jock” angle, but Chris refused. Anything that reminded him of his broken dreams also reminded him of Amanda, and he didn’t think even Andrew could sell the “depressed gay porn star” angle.

Chris had Jordan over for dinner one night so they could talk more and do that online shopping Jordan had promised. His new friend hit it off with his old friends instantly. Jordan was so approachable, relatable and down to earth that you couldn’t help but like him. Colton especially took a liking to the much larger man, and seemed to forget how to speak, or not drool like a teething two year old when Jordan was in the same room with him.

“Holy Christ Chris, just look at the arms on that man. I just want him to pick me up, strip me, bend me over the back of your couch and fuck me until my ass cheeks are chapped and I can’t walk straight for a week!” Colton stage whispered when Jordan had excused himself to the bathroom. Michael shot him an angry glare and Colton just lifted his arms in surrender.

“Yeah, he’s straight Col, not going to happen.” Chris grinned at the pouty face he was given. “Unless you want to come work for All Cocks. Jordan does prefer petite, blonde, effeminate guys when he’s doing his scenes.” Chris almost fell off the couch he was laughing so hard after Colton turned and grinned at him like a kid on Christmas morning that just found THE present he wanted under the tree.

It took Colton a couple minutes to register he’d just been called a twink. “Hey!” he said before he smacked Chris in the arm, giving him another pouty face before heading into the kitchen to help Michael finish dinner.

“It’s true!” Chris shouted to his back, to which Colton shoot him a bird over his shoulder.

The five of them were sitting at the table talking after dinner when Jordan snapped his fingers, “Shit, we have to order your toys, I almost forgot why I came! Where’s the computer?” Michael pointed at the desk across the room, behind the couch. Jordan clapped his hands together and turned to Chris with a gleam in his eyes, “Come on then, let’s go shopping.”

Colton watched Jordan and Chris walk over to the desk then turned back to Michael and Max, “Okay, I’m going to go home and jack off. Or take a cold shower. No, wait, I’m going to jack off in the shower, easier clean up.”

“TMI!” Michael and Max shouted out, covering their ears.

With Colton gone and Michael and Max in their bedroom for the night, Chris and Jordan were left alone to explore the online world of sex toys. Since deciding to take the job, Chris had watched a ton of gay porn videos online and talked with Jordan to learn the basics of the deed, even though where it went and how it worked was somewhat self-explanatory. So he knew all about butt plugs, dildos and vibrators. He also knew he would never be a bottom, so he wouldn’t need any of those items.

Jordan quickly went to a site where Chris could order a virtual plethora of flesh-jacks in every size, shape and color imaginable. There was a buy two get one free sale plus an added bonus lube kit that included lube and cleanser for his new toys. “One stop shopping,” Chris muttered as he handed over his debit card.

“Look at it this way; it will be a tax deduction next year. Along with any other items you purchase for your business like clothes, toys, if you take someone out to lunch to discuss business, things like that,” Jordan told him.

“Speaking of business…” Chris let the statement hang in the air, certain Jordan would understand where he was headed.

Jordan placed the order then turned to face Chris, handing him his card back, he leaned back in the chair, waiting.

Chris cleared his throat, and then downed the last of his beer before speaking again. “I’ve been watching some videos, and while they are very educational.” Jordan raised one eyebrow and the corners of his mouth upturned slightly. “I only know what it feels like, and what it looks like when giving head. Could you maybe, give me some tips? I mean is there a certain way to do it?”

Jordan stifled the laugh that was dangerously close to falling off his lips. Chris glared at him. “Never mind,” he huffed.

He was about to get up and stomp off to his bedroom, slamming the door, just so Jordan would know he had hurt his feelings. But then Chris remembered, one, he didn’t have a bedroom and two, he wasn’t a fucking chick!

“I’m sorry, shit, it’s just too funny. You should see your face!” no longer able to hold it in, Jordan was full on laughing at him now. Chris returned the one raised eyebrow, but the corners of his mouth turned down into a frown. Well, more like a glower. This, of course, only made Jordan laugh louder.

Eventually, Jordan was able to stop laughing long enough to give Chris some pointers on giving an amazing blow job. The look on Chris’s face when Jordan started describing the art of rimming was priceless, and sent Jordan into another round of hysterical laughter. “I’m going to stick my tongue where?!” Chris shrieked, and Jordan almost fell out of his chair.