Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (23 page)

“I
still wouldn’t change a thing about you; you just need to find someone who
knows how to protect you.”

“Sledge
protects me.”

Ant
tapped Corey’s cast. “It doesn’t look like it.”

“How
would you know?!” Corey snapped, angry that the guy was putting Sledge down.

“Then
tell me why are you here and not with him?”

“I
already told ja we had an argument, which wuz totally my fault. I outed him at
a party. I didn’t mean to, I just got jealous when he wuz hanging round some
girls.”

“He’s
bi?”

“Yeah,
but he’s more into chicks than guys. I’m his first boyfriend.”

“You’re
wasting your time on him then, because pussy-lickers always go back to
females.”

“Sledge
said he wouldn’t leave me for a chick.”

“Then
why wuz he talking to those girls?”

Corey
didn’t respond.
Because he doesn’t really want me, like Tama and Tyler said.

Ant
patted his cast. “Hey, I could be wrong, so don’t worry about what I say. Now,
how about we drop the topic and put you to work?”

“As
long as I can keep my boxers on, then I’m fine with it.”

Ant’s
eyes ran down Corey’s bare torso, then stopped on the blanket covering his
boxers. “Honestly, if I were you, I’d take the money, because where can you
work for less than an hour and get paid a grand?”

“A
grand?!”

“Yes.”

“Far
out!” Corey said, wondering whether he should take it, because that was a
mother-lode. He pulled a face, knowing he couldn’t, because no matter how much
he wanted the money he would get into so much shit it wouldn’t be worth it. “Nah,
I can’t do it, man, my parents would go ballistic; I’d never live it down.”

“They
don’t need to know.”

“But
my naked butt would be all over the internet.”

“Your
shots wouldn’t be in the public domain, I’d sell them exclusively to clients.
So you’ll be fine.”

No
I wouldn’t
, because his parents
weren’t the only issue. He looked down at his lap, wishing his cock was bigger.
“I still can’t do it.”

“Why?”

“It’s
not like I’m small down below,”
yeah, right,
“but I still don’t want
anyone seeing my cock. It doesn’t bother Sledge, cos he thinks it’s cute, but
‘cute’
doesn’t
mean the same as small, just not what you would wanna
see.”

“I
prefer cute and small dicks, definitely not big, because I find them
unattractive.”

“You
crazy?! The bigger the better.”

Ant
grabbed his own crotch. “Then you’ll love mine.”

Corey
felt his cheeks heat. “Which means you don’t know what it’s like to be called
half-cocked.”

Ant
laughed, then covered his mouth. “Sorry, but ‘half-cocked’ is classic.”

“No,
it’s not!” Now pissed off, Corey folded his arms. “And that prick wuz
exaggerating.” God, he hated Tama.

“Then
show me and let me be the judge.”

“No
fuckin’ way, only Sledge gets to see my bits.”

“What
about Tyler? Has he seen your ‘bits’ too?”

Corey
felt his flush shoot down his neck. “I’ve only been with him once and that wuz
before me and Sledge got together, and it’s not like I let anyone fuck me, cos
before last week I wuz still a virgin.” His face dropped. “Shit, I don’t know
why I said that, and it’s not that I can’t root too, I’ve done a chick, it wuz
Sledge’s sister. She looks so much like him, just smaller, and I’d do Sledge
too if I didn’t think he’d rip my dick off for it…” Corey stopped talking, his
brain finally catching up with his mouth.

Ant
looked amused. “I’m not judging you, and you can fuck or get fucked to your
heart’s content. And you shouldn’t worry about showing your cock, because I’m
sure it’s perfect.”

“It’s
not.”

“
I’m
sure it is, and if you’re nervous—”

“I
didn’t say I’d pose nude, just the half-nude stuff.”

“Okay,
I’ll back off; it’s your choice after all.” Ant walked to the lights and
switched them on. He dimmed them a little, then angled what looked like an
umbrella on a stick. Once done, he pressed some buttons on a camera, which was
standing on a tripod, then finished doing a few more things before picking up
another camera. Placing the cord around his neck, he went to Corey, then
stopped. “Just hold on a minute, I forgot one thing.” He spun around and headed
for the desk near the entrance, returning a minute later with a pad and pen.
“Since this is erotic photography, I will need you to sign this form,” Ant
said, holding it out for Corey to take.

Corey
leaned over and squinted at the paper, all the words a blur to him. “What’s it
say?”

“Can’t
you read?”

“I
need glasses for reading, and I didn’t bring ’em.”

“Oh,
okay, I’ll just read it out to you then.” Ant picked it up, going through loads
of boring shit, asking permission for taking the photos and that Corey couldn’t
sue him under any circumstance, blah, blah, blah.

Corey
took the pen and signed under the blur, then handed it back. “How do ya want
me?”

Ant
grinned wide. “In as many ways as possible.”

Corey’s
face dropped.

Ant
laughed. “You have the funniest expressions, and stop worrying, I was joking,
I’ll promise to be a perfect gentleman. This is a professional shoot, so I
won’t do anything that can be considered as sexual harassment. I take my job
very seriously.”

Corey
nodded, although he knew the guy couldn’t be trusted, what Tyler had said about
Ant and the BDSM scene playing at the back of his mind. “So, how do I pose?” he
asked.

“I
need the blanket covering your cast and boxers. I want it to look like you’re
naked underneath.”

Corey
moved the blanket into position. Ant leaned forward and lowered it a bit more,
making Corey stiffen, and
not
his cock.

Ant
smiled at him reassuringly. “Don’t worry; it was just a little high. Look,
you’re still covered.”

Corey
smiled weakly, hoping this would be over quick, because not only did it make
him feel uncomfortable, he also hated photos being taken of him, especially
since he used to be the fat kid pushed off to the side, plus it kind of felt
gay posing… The thought made him smirk, because, hey, he
was
gay, but it
didn’t mean he wanted to look it, plus it would be gay guys eyeing up his
pathetic abs, which were non-existent, even caved in a bit. He hoped they
didn’t think he had a high voice, because at least his balls weren’t small.

“Relax,”
Ant said. “You look like you’re constipated.”

“Sorry,
when I get nervous, I think too much.”

“Then
don’t think, instead
do
, because
I
think you’re going to be a
natural, that is, once you get rid of all of these preconceived notions of what
you think an erotic model is.”

Corey
nodded, feeling like Ant had read his mind. Trying his best to look sexy, he
bit his bottom lip, which he knew had grabbed Sledge’s attention yesterday.

“Yes,”
Ant said, raising his camera, “that’s exactly what I want.” He moved around the
bed, asking Corey to move every which way possible.

“Twist
around.” The camera clicked. “Caress your stomach.” Another click. “Put a hand
under the blanket to make it look like you’re masturbating.” Click, click,
click. “Toss your head back as though you’re aching to come.”

Corey
did what he was told, feeling stupid, and thinking he could never make money
doing this.

Ant
sighed loudly. “You’re thinking again and it’s showing.”

“Sorry,
it’s just...” Corey squirmed, “it’s embarrassing; I feel stupid.”

“Then
pretend I’m your lover and you want to turn me on.”

“That’s
even more embarrassing.”

“Then
pretend you’re alone. Imagine you’ve just finished watching a porno and you’re
really horny, then take it from there.”

Corey’s
mind went to Sledge and how they watched pornos together. He closed his eyes,
and brought up an image of Sledge naked, which instead of helping, made Corey
want to cry, because all he could imagine on Sledge’s face was anger, hurt, and
embarrassment, the way he’d looked the night before.

The
bed went down. Corey opened his eyes to find Ant sitting next to him. “If you
need some courage,” Ant said, “I have pills that will help relax you. Would you
like some?”

Corey
almost bolted upright, only his broken leg stopping him from grabbing the guy
and demanding where they were. “What type do ya have?”

“It’s
like a combination of drugs, mainly E and coke.”

“It’s
dangerous to combine—”

“I
didn’t say it
was
a combination, just like one, and the effects are
similar to those drugs, just safer, and it’ll make you feel great as well as
take away your fear.”

“I’ll
try it, just as long as it’s nuthin’ like meth. Meth made me think spiders were
crawling all over my body.” Corey gave a little shake, remembering it.

“It’s
not. Just wait a tick while I get you some.” Ant rushed out, then returned a
minute later, holding two triangular-shaped pills. “You should pop one in your
mouth and plug the other.”

“Plug?”

“Stick
it up your arse.”

“Hey!
You don’t hafta insult me.”

Ant
laughed. “I wasn’t insulting you, I meant it literally. Plugging is sticking a
pill up your arse.”

“You’re
having me on?”

“No,
it works faster that way. I’ll turn around while you do it.”

Corey
took the pills from Ant, feeling uncertain.

“Come
on, Corey, you won’t know what it’s like if you don’t try it.”

Corey
shrugged. “S’pose so.” He popped one in his mouth, then waited for Ant to turn
around before plugging the other, which he did as quickly as possible, then
looked around for a tissue. When he couldn’t find any, he wiped his finger on
the bed-sheet down the side, hoping Ant didn’t catch him doing it. When Ant didn’t,
he sniggered, “That wuz the weirdest shit I’ve ever done—
literally.
”

Ant
turned around. “Then you haven’t done much. Imagine sucking one out the way you
put it in.”

“Eh?”

Ant
wriggled his tongue then made a slurping sound.

Corey
screwed up his nose. “No way!! That’s disgusting!”

Ant
grinned. “You’re wrong, it was a total turn-on.”

“Ewwww...”
Corey shook out his hands, totally grossed out, “you’re a dirty bugger.”

Ant
laughed. “I’m definitely that, but I only did it after the guy had cleaned
himself.”

“I
still wouldn’t do it even after the person had loads of showers.”

“No,
I meant he stuck a rectal hose up his anus and flushed himself clean for me.”

Corey’s
eyes widened. “Seriously?!”

“Yes,
it’s common.”

“Only
if you live in freakazoid territory.”

“Well,
it’s better than getting shit on the end of your dick or tongue.”

“
Duuude!!
Don’t say that!”

Ant
laughed again. “You are
so
cute, and remember what I said about calling
me
dude?
”

“I’ll
stop calling you
dude
as soon as you stop calling me
cute
, and I
could never do what you did.”

“You’re
too young to say that. Sex is new to you, but me, I’ve done guys in every which
way possible, with more things than my dick, and have put my tongue in places I
would’ve puked at as a teenager. I’ve done the kinkiest things that would make
all your cheeks blush.”

“Like
what?”

“I’ve
been on both sides of the camera with porn. In one the director wanted me to
fist this guy.”

“Up
his arse?”

“That’s
the way it’s done. I went right in there, almost up to my elbow.”

“Ewwww,
now you’ve given me a visual. You really are a gross bastard.” Corey started
laughing. “I ain’t ever gonna give you a fist pump.” He thrust a fist into the
air, finding it the most hilarious thing ever. He continued to laugh, the
action making his stomach hurt, but he couldn’t stop.

Ant
smiled. “I think the Rs are working.”

“Rs?”
Corey said, managing to stop laughing, although a few snorted out.

“That’s
what the new drug you took is called, and it works a LOT faster than normal
acid, almost instantly.”

“Well,
Rs is the perfect name,” Corey said, grinning. He turned on his side and
wriggled his arse. “Get it?” he said, more laughter spluttering out.

“No.”

“Cos
I stuck one up my a-
Rs-
e.”