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"So . . . tell me about what's gotten you so anxious. I swear Jak, I can feel the tension. What's going on?"

Father and son walked side-by-side in the shadows of the trees lining the sidewalk. The sound of children's laughter and a dog barking in excitement caused Jak to smile. It wasn't that many years ago that the sound of laughter, coming from the nearby park, might have been his. 'How times have changed,' he thought, as his father waved to one of the neighbors who was mowing his lawn and complaining about the late-summer heat.

"Can't stop to visit," Steve shouted, over the sound of the lawn mower. "My son and I are out for a serious man-to-man."

"Man-to-man," Jak mused, turning to his father. "I like the sound of that. I don't feel very manly at the moment though. I'm feeling more like a little boy."

"Stop putting it off son," Steve urged.

Jak resolutely nodded, moistened his lips, and began talking. "Dad, I've been offered a job. It pays really, really well. I've checked it out with the legal guys in the Clinical Law program over at the University Law School, and they don't see any problems with the contract, but I need to talk to you before I make any sort of decision."

"Are you being asked to do something I wouldn't approve of?" Steve asked.

Jak shrugged. "That's the problem. I don't know. I'm not being asked to do something against the law. I'm not being asked to hurt someone, or do something I know to be wrong, but . . .," he shrugged.

"Just what is it you're being asked to do, which pays really, really well, and needs the opinion of lawyers to tell you if it's okay?" Steve teased.

Jak inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled. "I've been offered a job to act in . . .," he hesitated. "In porn. Gay porn."

"Whoa!" Steve laughed, uneasily. "My son, a gay porn star." He held out a hand, asking for silence. "Just a minute. I need to get my mind around the idea of the whole world seeing you buck naked, having sex with another guy."

Steve massaged his forehead, and slowly turned away.

"Dad . . ." Jak hesitated.

His father scratched the back of his neck, and finally turned back to his son. "Don't worry. I'm not pissed. I'm just trying to assimilate this news into my view of you." After a moment, he tiredly smiled. "Surprisingly, imagining the whole world watching you have sex with another guy wasn't so difficult to imagine. In fact, I think it'd be hot, in the extreme."

"Dad!"

"What? That was intended as a compliment!" Steve snickered. "I'm kind'a wondering what I'm going to think, as I watch you and another guy make love. I'm sort'a looking forward to the opportunity," he grinned.

Jak covered his eyes in embarrassment, and half-turned away. "Aw geez, I hadn't thought about you seeing me . . . y'know . . . do it. I've been thinking about contracts n'stuff, and completely spaced the fact that you'd see me. I did hope that, if Rex finds out about the whole thing, he won't broadcast what I'm doing to all his friends so they can gather around the computer and have a good laugh."

"I really doubt Rex would do that. More importantly though, is the question of why wouldn't I want to see you?" Steve lowered his voice. "All men tend to be somewhat voyeuristic, whether they admit it or not. When I say that I'd enjoy seeing you and another man make love, I'm just being honest with you.

"I don't see what the problem is. After all, we've seen one another naked, lots of times. I don't think we've ever been around one another when we're hard, but . . . it's not difficult to imagine you with an erection. We both were born with the same equipment, after all."

"Yeah, well . . . maybe, but I just use mine differently," Jak laughed.

Steve Rollins chuckled, and patted his son on the back. "Y'know Jak, it's a funny thing, but our children can never seem to imagine their folks having sex. I know the thought of my mother and father having sex gives me the willies, even today. I'm betting you're probably thinking much the same thing about me and your mother, if you've ever thought of it at all."

Jak grinned.

"But, let me assure you, son of mine, that I and my equipment have experienced just about anything you can imagine." Steve paused. "Well, maybe not anything you can imagine, but close. If they were being truthful, most guys' fathers would give their sons the same answer. It's just that you and I have always been honest with one another, so I thought you should know that seeing you having sex with another guy isn't quite so alien to me as you might think. Now, let's leave things right there. We're here to talk about you, not me."

"Um, okay," Jak grinned, despite himself. "Sometime though, I'd like to hear about some of those experiences you mentioned." The grin blossomed into a smile. "It's one of those voyeuristic things, y'know. After all, if you're going to see me do it, I should at least be able to hear about you and . . . um . . . it. Okay?"

Steve winked. "Deal.

"Now, tell me about this job opportunity. How did they find you?"

Jak shrugged, as he and his father resumed their walk. "Picked me out of the crowd, I guess. I was having lunch at the College Commons, and a guy approached me. A nice guy, clean cut, about your age. He told me he owns a company which makes gay sex vids for the Web. He wanted to know if I might be interested in being an actor. I was sort'a shocked, but at the same time . . ."

"Turned on?"

"Got that right! It doesn't take much. It's not as if I have all that much experience with other guys, but whatever I do have, has been way fun. The thought of stripping-off and masturbating for him and his friends was a huge turn on. They wanted to see what I look like naked, and if I would have trouble masturbating in front of strangers.

"Anyhow, the guy seemed legitimate. He explained how his business works, and told me that many times a guy thinks the idea is cool, but no matter what, he can't perform."

Steve snorted. "He doesn't know you."

"Hey! How do you know how well I can perform?" Jak laughed.

"I don't know, but you've always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in you. Not like your brother by any means, but it's there, nonetheless. So, this guy asked you to go back to his hotel room and jerk-off for him, right?"

"Geez, this sounds bad when I'm telling it. Also, I never thought of myself as being an exhibitionist, but," he grinned sheepishly, "I'm thinking that I probably am."

Steve shook his head and gestured for his son to continue.

"That's about it. I didn't want to go with him without someone knowing where I was though, so I sent a text message to a friend of mine, telling him where I would be, asking him to call me in a couple hours."

"So you jerked-off for this person?"

"Yeah, him and two other guys."

"No trouble performing?" Steve grinned.

"No, not really. They claimed to be impressed by how easily I handled things." When his father smiled, Jak paused, then playfully nudged the older man. "That wasn't what I meant, and you know it! Mister Witter, that's the guy who talked to me while I was having lunch, offered me an exclusive contract with his company, and gave me this." Jak fished out his wallet and handed his father the check.

"Good grief!" Steve almost shouted. "He gave you this for just shooting a load?"

"Yeah, I told him it was too much."

"I swear Jak! You must have made a very good impression on the man!" Steve laughed, studying the check. "It's good I assume."

Jak nodded. "I went to the bank and asked. They say it is. I didn't want to cash it though, until after speaking with the folks at the Law School, and you."

"Exclusive contract, huh?"

"Yeah. He said he didn't want me being lured away by another company. From the sound of it, he doesn't offer everyone the same kind of contract, so I guess I'd be making more money than the other guys who work for him." Jak grinned. "I like the sound of that. Besides having a good time playing around, the money is the main reason I'm even considering taking him up on his offer."

"The lawyers have reviewed the contract?"

"Yeah. They told me it looked good to them."

"What are you going to do?"

"I wanna do it Dad, but . . . would you be willing to meet with Mister Witter, just to check him out and give me your opinion? I told him I'd be talking with you before I made any decision, but he doesn't know I'm asking you to meet with him. If he squirms when I ask him to visit with you, it'll tell me that things maybe aren't as legitimate as they seem. If that's the case, at least I'll know beforehand, and I can give him back his contract and his money; then you and I can go home and you can tell me about your past." Jak grinned. "Sound like a plan?"

"I'm going to regret ever having told you about my sordid past," Steve laughed.

"Ohhhh so now it's sordid. Funny how it's gone from some fooling around to sordid, in only a couple minutes. You haven't done gay porn stuff have you?" he asked, grinning.

"No, but for that sort of money," Steve said, nodding to the check, "I'd seriously consider it, let me tell you. And sure, if your Mister Witter, would agree to meet me, I'd like to know the man who is rich enough to pay my son big bucks to jack off for him."

* * *

Jak Rollins closed his eyes and tried to relax. He'd never been very successful sleeping in a strange bed, and this bed was not only not his own, it was in a motel room a thousand miles away from home. Adding to his restlessness was the knowledge that the following day he'd be introduced to some of the other guys who worked for Mister Witter . . . and he'd start his job as an actor.

"Take it easy Soren," Levi Witter, the company's owner urged, earlier in the evening. "There's no reason to stress about anything. You'll do fine. In fact, I tell you what. Let's start off your career with a photo shoot rather than with a video. That way you'll have a chance to get comfortable with the guys, and not be expected to perform.

"I'll just photograph you all, lounging around the pool having a good time. If you'd like to kiss or get serious with one of the guys, I won't complain, but I won't be expecting anything other than for you to act yourself. It'll be totally unscripted. How does that sound?"

Jak took a shuddering breath, nodded, and laughed uneasily. "I hope you're not changing your schedule n'stuff, just to suit my bout of nerves though." He paused, his eyes suddenly sparkling. "Kissing you say?" He laughed, feeling much better. "Kissing. I can do that; no problem.

"I'm going to have to get used to the new name, too. You say, from here on out, you'll never use my real one?"

Mister Witter nodded. "You won't have any trouble." He shook Jak's hand, patted him on the back, and left the hotel room, stepping into the wall of humidity.

'So . . .,' Jak thought, as he leaned on the balcony railing and looked out to the ocean, far below. 'The guys and I are going to be hanging out naked, and soon my picture is going to be available to anyone in the world who owns a computer.' The prospect was daunting, yet exciting. 'I don't have a clue how I'll respond the first time someone recognizes me . . . or how my relationship with Dad will change, once he's seen me having sex.

'He's already handled all the news I've been throwing at him way better than I could have expected. He was soooo cool when we met Mister Witter, Pete, and Dave, at the same hotel where I'd had my audition.

"Relax guys," he told the three men, gesturing for them to retake their seats, acting more like the host than the guest. "Jak invited me along to meet you all, and I must say, I was curious." He grinned. "I'm also intrigued to hear how you came to choose my son as one of your models." He raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response. After a couple moments, when no one spoke, his lips twitched upward.

"In case you guys are afraid to speak candidly to one of your models' father, let me start. You were attracted to him because he's an extremely handsome man.

Levi was taken by the man who sat close-by. 'When Jak told me he wanted me to meet his father, I wasn't sure what to expect. Now I can see where Jak gets his looks, as well as his confidence. It is a rare man indeed, who will come with his son to meet with me. I told Pete and Dave that Jak needed a confidant. I should not have worried. Steve Rollins is that man.

He picked up the description of Jak, where the young man's father left off. "He also demands attention, without even trying. He moves and speaks with confidence, which only grew when he stripped and began masturbating."

Levi smiled in reaction to Jak's furious blush. "You're going to have to get used to people talking about you in a sexual way . . . even to your father." When Jak nodded his understanding, Levi continued.

"He's intelligent, cautious, has a sense of humor, has an absolutely fantastic cock and balls, a butt men dream of, and, he shoots an enormous load . . . which he loves to eat. All in all, he's the personification of a gay man's wet dream."

Steve Rollins inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled. "Ooookayy. I asked for a candid answer and I got it. I guess I am going to need to start thinking of Jak in a slightly different light.

"I have no reason to believe he won't be, but I expect you and everyone who will work with him to treat him well. He's a good man and needless to say, I love him more than I can express."

Jak bowed his head, unaccustomed to hearing his father speak so candidly. 'Our relationship has . . . matured, since I was offered this job,' he thought.

"He's pretty popular with the three of us as well, Mister Rollins," Dave Adams said, "and, I'm sure he'll be a hit with our subscribers, too. We'll make sure he doesn't get into any trouble," he added, grinning at Jak's expression.

'I guess it wouldn't be good to blurt out that Jak is already my favorite of all the guys working for us,' Dave thought, 'and that's before I've even seen him with another man. When Levi stumbled onto him, he stumbled onto a star . . . and, a great person.'

* * *

Dave Adams pulled into the brick driveway of a low-slung house, surrounded by palms and flowering bushes. The air was heavy with the smell of the ocean, and full of birdsong. It was a beautiful place, reminiscent of a tropical resort, but Jak saw none of it, as he cursed his shaking hands and dry mouth.

"Will I do okay Dave?" he asked. "Truthfully? I looked at almost all the vids on the website, and . . ." he shook his head. "I don't know. Next to all those guys, I'm feeling pretty mousy . . . and that's before I've even met them."

Dave gave Jak an understanding grin. "You'll do fine. I've got to go along with the rules and call you Soren, but, whenever we're alone together, may I call you Jak? I don't do that with any of the other guys but," he grinned, "for some reason, I feel as if you're special. I want to see you do well."

His grin turned into a smile, as he tried to ease Jak's tension. "I guess part of the reason I feel about you the way I do, is because the moment you left the hotel room, on the day we interviewed you, I jumped on the bed and managed to find a glob of sperm you missed." He ran his tongue over his lips. "Very tasty!"

"No!" Jak paused. "You didn't! F'real?" He laughed, feeling his anxiety begin to drain away. "Hell, if I'd known you'd be interested in tasting it, you could have licked my hand!"

Dave leaned his head against the car's head rest and groaned. "You shouldn't have said that, Mister! I've gotta go to work, and here I am with the boner-from-hell!"

"Thanks Dave . . . for making me feel better. You're a great guy."

"As are you Jak, as are you." Suddenly he became business-like. "You'll be meeting three guys today. Levi's most likely seeing what sort of chemistry develops before he decides who'll be your first partner. By the way, you should never ask for a particular guy, unless Levi says it's okay. He doesn't usually bring in more than four, unless he's got something big planned. Then there usually aren't more than six or eight.

"We'd better get out of the car, or the boss is gonna think I made a pass at you. That's something which is absolutely forbidden. None of us are allowed to get involved with a model." As they approached the house, Dave gave Jak a quick hug. "That's for good luck. You'll do fine. Don't allow any of the guys to try to intimidate you. Take the upper hand and let 'em know who's boss." Dave winked. "There's no reason to stress. You're over-the-top handsome, you've got a wonderful . . . endowment, and you've got a great personality. Let it show." He grinned. "Both the personality and the endowment."

He lowered his voice. "And . . . don't let Cody intimidate you. Deep down he's a nice guy, but sometimes he's so busy trying to prove it to people, he becomes a . . . challenge. I've seen him play mind games with a new guy, just to prove he's not a wimp. Don't let him."

"Thanks for the heads-up. I'll do my best."

Jak took a deep breath as Dave swung a heavy door open, revealing, not the inside of the house as he had expected, but a broad expanse of lawn, surrounded by vegetation. A view of the ocean, filled the entire far end of the yard, and what Jak took to be the house, enclosed the lawn and swimming pool. His eyes widened as a large dog bounded toward him, its tail madly wagging.

"Whoa!" Dave called in surprise, while the dog jumped excitedly, behaving as if it was being reunited with a long-gone master. "Hector has cast his vote. You're part of the family."

Jak knelt on one knee, ruffled the dog's fur, and tried to keep from having his face licked. "Hey Hector; my name's Soren," he said, introducing himself. "What a handsome boy you are!" He laughed as the dog rolled onto his back, begging to have its belly scratched. "I've met a few guys who behave the same way," he said in a dry voice, glancing to the man who was standing at his side.

Dave looked on in amazement as Jak and the dog cemented their friendship. 'One would never know he was telling me how nervous he was, only minutes ago.

'I didn't tell him, but the reason I want him to know I'm his friend, is that I want his first day to be better than mine was, when I came to work for Levi. Of course, I had nowhere near Jak's potential. My selling points were my face and dick. The rest of me is only slightly better than average. As far as I can tell, there's nothing about Jak that doesn't verge on being perfect.

I hope he's around for a long time. We've contracted with him for three years. After that, who knows? Maybe he'll fall in love with one of the guys and decide to move South.' Dave considered the possibility of Jak being romantically involved with anyone, and silently growled. 'Down Dave,' he told himself. 'You and Jak will never be anything more than good friends. Enjoy what he can give and don't hope for more. After all, you already have two partners, Levi and Pete.'

"Would you look at that!" Levi laughed, as he approached, tearing Dave away from thoughts of the future. "Hector's found a new friend."

"Hey Soren," he called, in greeting. "See, even my dog recognizes you're a great guy. He doesn't behave like that for just anyone." He motioned for Jak to stay where he was, and dispensed with a good morning handshake. "You never mentioned you're an animal lover."

Jak responded, looking up from where he knelt. "I've never had a pet so I had no idea. Hector's a good boy though, aren't you?" he asked, burying his face in the thick fur, as he heard the sound of approaching voices.

He stroked Hector's head one last time, and stood, turning to the approaching men. Jak glanced from the three men, to Dave, who winked. Two of the men were laughing and horsing around, while the third looked on with an air of detached superiority.

'Doesn't anyone see how much he wants to be included?' Jak wondered, then smiled brightly.

"Hey guys," Jak called in greeting, as the three men neared. "My name's Soren. Looks like I'm going to be working with you all." He extended a hand to the baby-faced man who was closest.

'I feel as if I'm meeting a friggin' movie star!' The man was one of those persons who had a complexion and head of hair many women would fight to have as their own. The slight color of his cheeks made him appear to be blushing, and his boyish smile and upturned lips caused him to appear open and guileless. He knew that many people who met him considered him nothing more than a pretty boy, and offered no apologies. Unlike a mere pretty boy though, he moved with the confidence and grace of a gymnast or dancer.

A tight T-shirt stretched across his chest, clearly displaying his firm nipples and flat stomach. Like everyone else, he was wearing loose shorts, which he wore low on his hips, exposing his navel, and an enticing bit of hair which disappeared beneath the waistband.

As he gripped Jak's hand, a breeze teased his thick blond hair, sending it into his face and making him appear even younger. "Hi Soren!" he said, in a light voiced greeting. "I'm Ron." He engulfed Jak's hand in a surprisingly firm grip then pulled him close for a brief kiss. "Welcome," he concluded, stepping away, as his cheeks colored an even deeper pink.

When he saw Soren's expression, he frowned. "Was I too forward?" he asked. "I figure if we're . . . y'know . . ." He glanced toward Levi and Dave, who were silently looking on.

Soren laughed. "Forward? No! I was wondering why you didn't hang around long enough for me to taste your tongue!"

"Uuuuu, I like you," Ron smiled, as he returned and enthusiastically mashed his mouth against Soren's, for an extended kiss.

The moment his and Ron's lips touched, Soren forgot that he and Ron were not alone. He was captivated, not only by the sheer physicality of the kiss and embrace he received, but by the spicy scent which hung about the man who was pressing himself close.

Jak rubbed his hands over the smooth, warm skin of Ron's lower back, as he held the man in a firm embrace. 'Damn,' he thought, as one hand briefly penetrated below the waistband of Ron's shorts, and discovered the absence of underwear. 'No wonder his dick is so visible. He's swinging free!'

Jak responded to Ron's muffled groan, by pushing his full hand beneath the waistband and squeezing one of the muscular cheeks. 'Hell, who needs a bed?' Jak thought, as he felt his own cock thicken in response to what was happening. I wanna get this guy out of his clothes and bury my face between his sweaty butt cheeks.'

In the background, the sound of Levi's camera's shutter, served only to stimulate him further. He wanted to do more than merely kiss this man. He wanted to possess him. He wanted others to watch as they made love.

"Hey Ron . . . leave-off!" one of the men who was standing nearby said, as he squeezed the blond man's shoulder. "You're not the only one around here who wants to greet our new friend."

"Uh? Oh yeah," Ron sheepishly grinned, as he and Jak separated. "Um . . . I guess I was enjoying myself." He brushed a hand over his spit-wet mouth and tugged at his shorts, adjusting his erection. "Damn that was nice," he shook his head in wonder, as he reluctantly stepped aside.

The second of the three men took his place. Unlike Ron's baby face and blond hair, this man had a carmel-colored tan, dark hair, sparkling eyes, and a crooked smile, which hinted at a keen sense of humor. "Hey Soren, my name's Boyd, and I hate handshakes." He smiled brightly, displaying perfect teeth, then drew Jak into an embrace and a kiss equal to Ron's. His strong fingers dug into Soren's buttocks in a silent promise of things to come.

Where Ron smelled of an unidentifiable spice, Boyd smelled of soap and coffee.

'Damn!' Jak thought, 'There's no beating around the bush with these guys. All of us know what we're here for, and we want it. It's like we're a group of race horses, anxious to begin the race. All of us except one that is,' he thought, recalling the remaining man, who looked on with an enigmatic smile.

"Yeow!" Boyd shook his head. "I've never had a kiss like that! M'knees have gone all rubbery!" he laughed, glancing toward Ron, who smiled his understanding. "I thought he was gonna swallow my friggin' tongue!" Boyd joked, gesturing the third man forward.

"Your turn to say 'hi'."

'What does that tone of voice mean?' Jak asked himself. 'Is Boyd acting like he is because of Cody, or is Cody acting the way he is, because of Boyd?

'Okay Cody,' Jak thought, as he watched the man with bedroom eyes and a hint of freckles across the bridge of his nose. 'How're we gonna handle this? I don't think I can wait for you to introduce yourself, so . . .'

Jak stepped closer to the slender man, extending a hand. "Hello Cody," Jak said in a friendly voice. "I've watched your videos a bunch of times. It's great to finally meet you." He smiled warmly. "The two of us have to sit down sometime over a cup of coffee or something, and talk. I'd like to hear all about your experiences working with the other guys."

Someone in the background made a slight choking sound, which was quickly stifled.

"Cody took Jak's hand in a firm handshake, completely at odds with his fragile appearance. It's good to meet you too," he said, in a wonderfully smooth voice. "Welcome." He looked away then back, and lowered his dark lashes. "I hope the two of us can become friends."

* * *

Steve Rollins grabbed his cell phone. "Jak! Thanks so much for calling. It's great to hear from you! How's everything going? Did you meet any of the guys yet?" Jak's father chuckled. "I guess I'd better let you do some of the talking, but . . . ," He paused. "Geez, I miss you! It's a good thing you're not around here though. Your sister has been a hand full." Steve's voice carried a grin.

"She told me she'd like to see me try to discipline her. I did my best to sit down and have a serious conversation with her, but all she did was scream about how I was abusing her. You would have thought I was cutting off one of her arms with a butter knife. When she realized that all the windows were closed, and the neighbors couldn't hear her carrying on, she settled for stomping around and telling me how much she hates me."

Steve barked a laugh. "The young lady is learning that it's not a good thing to dare me to require that she behave herself. She absolutely freaked when I sold the car I had loaned her, and let her know, from here on out, I'll only be paying for the food she eats, heat, and water. She was talking on her cell phone, telling her only friend how awful I am, when I took the phone, and reminded her I wasn't paying for it any longer. If she wants a phone or the Internet, or to have a television, she can get a job." I expect she'll go to her mother and have a temper tantrum, and if she doesn't get any satisfaction, I wouldn't be surprised if she goes to the authorities and try to spin a tale, with her playing the role of the long-suffering victim.

Steve Rollins sighed. "Enough of the women of this family. So . . . tell me everything. I promise to be quiet."

"Ohhh Dad," Jak sighed, feeling unexpected emotions well up inside him. "I miss you too. I never realized how much I enjoy our walks and talks. I don't know if I've ever told you that not only are you my father, you're my best friend."

"Um . . ." There was a long pause. When his father spoke, he answered in a voice rough with emotion. "Thank you Jak. You have no idea how wonderful you've just made me feel." After another pause, he added, "Thank you."

"Good emotions Dad?" Jak asked, recalling his father urging him not to belittle his emotions.

"The best Jak, the best. Now, tell me everything."

"Well . . . to start off, it's hotter than hell, and humid! . . . Geez Louise. It's almost like being under water. Oh, and speaking of water, I was able to play in the ocean with Mister Witter's dog Hector, so that was lots'a fun. My hotel room is nice, though I miss my bed. I'm on the thirtieth floor, which is cool. My room's even got a balcony, which faces the ocean. That's awesome. The food's good. I'm homesick, and even though I'll be here only two or three weeks, I can't wait to get home and give you a hug." He hesitated. "What else do you want t'know? Have I left out anything? Did I mention how humid it is?"

"Uuuu, my boy's become a smart ass! Have you left out anything . . . indeed! Tell me about the guys you've met. If you've made a vid, how did it go?

"Call me a pervert, but all my old-time playing around has resurfaced and I'm looking forward to seeing you in action. On the other hand, maybe I'm feeling this way because of the women I'm hanging around with. Whatever the situation is, I've found that thinking of you, and knowing what you're up to, makes me envious . . . and horny."

"Geez, Dad. F'real?"

"You're not grossed out by the idea of me jacking off, imagining you with some of those guys we saw on Levi's website, are you? It's close to the ultimate voyeuristic thrill."

"Hell no! I think it's cool." Jak laughed. "Y'know, I was wondering how our relationship would change when you saw me having sex with another guy. I never figured you'd be turned on by the idea! I think it's way cool."

"I was introduced to three of the guys today - Ron, Boyd, and Cody. You can check them out when you visit the site next. They're all cool. Geez, Dad, they look nice when you see 'em on the Web. In person, they're outstanding! When all you're doing is seeing them on the computer, you don't feel their strength, or smell their individual scents, or taste . . . their . . . um, their tongues." Jak laughed, uneasily. "I'm still feeling sort'a weird, talking to you without having to watch what I'm saying. That's one of the great things about how our relationship has changed.

"We had a barbecue with Mister Witter, Dave, and Pete, where I sort'a got t'know the guys. I was in charge of making the burgers. Imagine . . . me . . . making food . . . that someone's gonna have to eat! I was given the job because I was able to start Levi's new barbecue grill. I figured that pressing the green button, which at the word start, on it, would be worth trying, and it worked. Voila! Just like that! I'm one step below a chef!" Jak's laughter joined his father's. "Well, no one complained about my barbecue skills, or has gotten sick or anything, so I guess I passed the test.

"I'm really liking Dave. He seems to be looking out for me, giving me pointers, n'stuff. I didn't know that a few years ago, he was one of Levi's models, and damn I can see why. Get him naked and it's obvious he's a class A stud. Pete and Levi are sexy, especially Levi, but neither of 'em are anywhere near as hot as Dave. When he picked me up at the hotel today, I was feeling pretty lost. I was worried about all sorts of things. He calmed me down.

"Dave told me that most likely, each of the four of us will be scheduled for two vids before we all head home, and another group of guys show up, so I won't be coming back for a couple weeks. I don't know who I'll be partnered with, but . . . since all the guys are lookers, I guess I'll manage . . . somehow," he added in a voice of long suffering, before joining his father's laughter.

"By the time I come back home you'll probably be knee-deep in snow. I'm told this place never really gets cold, which is fine by me. Levi's got this great pool, surrounded by palm trees n'all, so all of us, even Levi, Pete, and Dave, got naked and swam n'stuff.

"My butt's pink from getting too much sun. So far, this whole thing is great. Everyone laughs and jokes around a lot. It's like being on some sort of vacation. Pretty cool huh . . . a vacation where you get paid to have sex.

"Dad, is it bothering you, me telling you this stuff? 'Cause if it is . . ."

"No! Don't stop! Jak it's great to learn that you're happy. I've visited Levi's website a few dozen times, so I'm vicariously living everything you're experiencing, and am wishing something like this had been available when I was your age."

"You'd have done what I'm doing?"

"You're darn right I would have. Hell, I find myself wishing someone had a site for guys in their late thirties, and would ask me to work for them. I'd jump at the chance, even if it paid half of what you're getting. As your brother would say, this is all, soooo cool."

"Geez, I never would'a thought . . ."

"So, go on. You were horsing around . . ."

"Yeah, well," Jak cleared his throat. "We were laying around on these big lounge-things, kissing n'stuff. Maybe it was because I'm new, but Ron and Boyd behaved like I was the only guy there. I don't know anything about what went on before I got here, as far as Cody's concerned, but I didn't see him do anything weird. Dave mentioned something about him trying to mess with folks' heads. I feel sort'a bad for him, 'cause it seems like the guys don't want anything to do with him. He's a little standoffish, but other than that, he's all right.

"I did my best to make sure he was included in everything, which I think pleased him. It turns out he's the only one of us who is at all athletic. Everyone else is about as uncoordinated as I am.

"I swear Dad, you would have thought we were a bunch of kids, we were making so much racket. After it became clear that none of us, including Cody, could catch the ball, cause we were laughing so hard, we figured we'd better stick to kissing and rolling around, skin-to-skin. Even though Cody doesn't seem to handle being in groups too well, he seemed to get into the spirit of things. I think he sees himself as the top dog around here, and, once he realized I don't have any ambition to take his place, he seemed to relax.

"Oh, I also took a look at a couple of the rooms you and I saw on the Web, when we were looking at those vids. It's hard to imagine that soon, I'll be in there, with one of the guys. After today though, I'm thinking it'll be easier than if I were thrown into a room with a complete stranger and told to have sex. I've never been good at the anonymous-thing. I at least, like to have a name to put with the face.

"You know what I mean. Back home, I already knew any of the guys I did anything with. I'm thinking that here, things are going to be put on the fast track. Y'know . . . shake hands, or . . . um . . . whatever . . . then head straight to the bedroom. No one's told me how these vids are planned out. I mean, do they say, 'Today you'll be on top. Make sure you do plenty of this or that, and never look at the camera?' I doubt they'll just say, 'Go at it guys. Have fun.'

"Oh yeah. I'm having a tough time getting accustomed to the name they've given me. When somebody calls out that name, it takes a couple seconds before I realize they're talking to me.

"Yeah, everyone couldn't be nicer, and today was a blast. I'd better go though. Dave's coming by tomorrow morning to pick me up. I'll let you know how things go.

"Dad," Jak hesitated. "I love you. Thanks for being so understanding about all this. I hate that it's causing you grief with Aubrey."