Against the Wall (Fuckboy Series - Book 1) (FINISHED)

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

With his laptop open, Colton sat at the kitchen table and combed through all the information on Casual Companion’s website. It had anything you could think of in the way of guides. How to get more dates, what to expect on a date, how to treat your date, what to wear, how to get noticed with your profile page, what type of pictures to add to your profile, and how to make more tips. It was everything he needed to build himself into a money making commodity. Lord knew he needed the help, so he indulged in the information as if it were a meal and he was starved to death.

After looking at some of the other worker’s profiles to see how they had theirs set up, he filled in all the information he needed for his own. Something told him that most of these people weren’t being honest about themselves. Most likely they just wanted to look appealing to the customer. Following suit he did the same and filled in what he thought people would like. Long walks on the beach, flowers, romance. He went all out on the details.

When he reached the part of the set-up that prompted him to add a profile picture, he did some research and browsed through a few of the other guy's pages. He noticed immediately that most of the images were of their bodies, showing off whatever they could to get noticed. There were a lot of pictures of soaked men with wet clingy t-shirts or wife beaters. In the shower, out of the shower, water dripping all over them, greased up, hard, and ready to f**k. The most common pictures were those of c**k outlines in their Calvin’s. Colton went out on a limb and guessed that these men were the more popular guys on the site.

If a sexy body was what they wanted, he could definitely cater to that. Working out was what he did to blow off steam, and he had done so almost religiously every day since high school. He wasn't being arrogant when he said he had a hot body. He was well built; not burly like a weightlifter, but not thin and fit, either. He liked to think of himself as athletic. Whatever the term was, he had never had trouble finding a date or a hole to stick his c**k in.

If pictures of oiled up abs was what they wanted, then he could accommodate. He could have Mason take a few shots of him half-naked for his profile. He was pretty damn sure Mason wouldn’t care. Colton knew he would have to fight off the gay advances afterward but if that was the price he had to pay, he could swing it. He was used to it.

Next he checked out the tips on how to get dates. Be available, be willing to do anything, post sexy pictures, post your availability, and be active on the forums and in the chat rooms. That didn’t seem too hard, he thought to himself as he clicked the link to the chat room and waited for it to load. He didn’t plan on saying anything yet. He just wanted to do a little research on how people interacted, was all.

As he scrolled through the different chat rooms he noticed there was a bigger demand for gay guys. If only he was willing to date men, he was pretty sure he’d be rolling in the dough. No thanks, he thought to himself as he shook his head and got out of the M/M chat room as fast as he could. He didn’t want to get the reputation of a gay guy willing to date gay guys before he even got started. That might ruin his chances with the female clientele.

“Hey, what are you up to?” Mason walked in, heading straight to the refrigerator for a drink.

“Just going over the website for my new job,” Colton replied as he grinned over at him.

Mason’s excitement bubbled over into his voice as he spoke. “You got a job? That’s great.”

“Yeah. I ended up applying for the position you showed me in the paper,” he said, turning back toward his computer.

Mason took a long drink and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He pushed his hair back out of his face and walked over, sitting down at the table. “Which one?”

“The fuckboy position.” Colton didn’t look up. He didn’t know if it was because he didn’t want to see Mason’s reaction or if it was because he was more than a little embarrassed by having the title.

Mason threw himself back in the chair and pounded on the table top. “No f*****g way. Holy s**t! Are you f*****g serious? Oh my god! Tell me about the job. Tell me about everything. Do you have to f**k old ladies for money?” He was way too excited about this whole thing.

“No, I don’t have to f**k anyone. Not unless I want to.” He grinned, egging Mason on as he waited for all the questions he knew would come.

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Colton spent the next thirty minutes telling Mason about the job. He showed him the website, showed him his profile, and then asked him if he would take a few pictures of him half-naked. Mason of course was eager to help him out.

Even though Mason had a full-time job in finance, he liked to dabble in all sorts of different things. His hobbies included art, blogging, and photography. The latter skill was what they would be using today. Mason had spent a lot of money on top quality equipment, and he was excited to get to use it, especially knowing he’d be taking some pretty explicit pictures of his best friend and the object of almost all of his fantasies.

While Mason got the makeshift studio set up, Colton added the Casual Companion app to his phone. He took a few moments to familiarize himself with it, checking out the features and making sure he could navigate it so he could look for new opportunities while he was on the go. After he was satisfied that he knew what he was doing, he closed the app and tossed his phone onto the coffee table. He was just about to get up and head over to Mason when his phone buzzed, pulling his attention to it immediately. When he noticed that he had gotten a notification for a new date that had just gone up on the site, fitting what he was looking for, he shifted to his computer and logged into the site to check it out.

Visit England With Me

I have to go home to the UK this weekend for a visit with my parents. They think I'm dating someone in the States, but I only told my mom that to keep her from nagging me and sending me pictures of random guys she knows back home. I really don't want to go home empty-handed again. Please save me from a weekend of painful blind dates with my parents in tow. Come to London with me, be my soul-mate. All expenses paid. Leaving at 5pm today, returning on Tuesday at 5pm. $500 + tip if you’re acting skills are on point. Men only!!

“Wow,” he whispered to himself. This woman wanted someone she could take home to meet her parents. That didn’t seem like that big of a deal to him. Even though it sounded like a piece of cake he hesitated because he wasn’t sure about leaving the United States with a stranger. In the time it took for him to consider all the options of the job and process it, it was filled and gone.

“God damn, that was quick.”

That request couldn't have been up for a few minutes before someone had swiped it. But then again, it had sounded like a pretty good gig. All expense paid trip to the UK, and all a guy had to do was pretend to be some girl's boyfriend. He did that all the time for a few female friends he knew who attracted the wrong kind of guys at the bar. Hell, he had even done it a couple of times for Mason.

Then again, maybe it was better he hadn't taken something like that just yet. He should really take the weekend to familiarize himself with all of his options, get pictures up on his profile, and be ready to go on Monday. Colton wanted to be as prepared as he could be for anything that came his way. He didn’t want to go into any date half-assed and looking like an amateur in a world of professionals.

Colton hated starting a new job. Older employees knew what they were doing and knew their spot in the pecking order because they had earned it. The new guy always had to struggle to find a place amongst the ranks. One thing he always tried to watch for when he started a new job was falling in with the wrong crowd. If a person did that right away they were automatically assumed to be guilty of anything stupid the crowd did or didn’t do just by association. Their reputation was set in stone even before they could prove themselves and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. It was a touchy thing, and he wanted to start this job off on the right foot.

Remembering what Barrick told him about the hair on his face, Colton got up and walked into the bathroom to do a quick shave. He always thought chicks dug the rugged look, and beards were in now. Not that he had one or could stand that much hair on his face. Maybe it was because they wanted their guys to look as young as possible. Whatever the reason, he would comply. When he was finished he went back to the kitchen and sat down at his computer, browsing the net while he waited for Mason to finish up.

“Ready?” Mason popped his head into the kitchen. “The equipment’s in my bedroom. I’ve got the backdrop ready, the lights on, and my stand set up. All I need now is a half-naked boy to take pictures of.” He laughed and wiggled his brows.

Colton ignored his behavior. “I’m ready. What do you think I should wear?” he asked as he walked to the bedroom.

“Nothing. You should wear nothing at all. Let me feast my eyes on your God-like body.”

“Stop your gay shit.” He pushed him from behind and they both laughed.

“Take your clothes off and go stand over there. Let me have a look at you.” It seemed as if Mason had been waiting a lifetime to tell Colton to get naked for him.

For the second time in less than a week he was told to strip for someone. Colton didn’t argue with him. He just complied to speed up the process. Once he was naked he stood back and let Mason look him over.

“I forgot how f*****g hot you are.” Mason grinned as his eyes traveled down Colton’s body, landing on his thick man-meat. “God damn,” he whistled. “You’re hot.”

“Can we just move along here?” Colton shook his head and waited for Mason to get his fill so they could get past this.

Mason took a deep breath and shook himself, pulling himself out of his lusty haze. “I think we should do a few of your upper body, cutting them off just below these dips.” He pointed to the dips just below the hipbones that led down into the pelvic area. “These are so f*****g sexy. I just want to lick them.” He ran his hands down Colton’s body, taking his time to feel him up.

Colton pushed his hands away. “Stop your gay s**t. Where do you want me?”

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Colton spent over an hour with Mason, getting several pictures taken to put on his profile. When they were finished with the photoshoot he went to shower the oil off his body. Mason thought it would be a good idea to oil him down and make his skin shine. At the time, Colton thought he just wanted to rub his hands all over his naked body but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what he was doing, so he’d let Mason run the show.

In the time it took for him to wash himself down, Mason had already pulled up the pictures on his tablet and was waiting at the kitchen table. They spent a few minutes deciding which pictures were best, but in the end he chose the ten that Mason said would turn everyone on. If Mason liked them then it was almost a guarantee that everyone else would, as well.

After putting the pictures up on his profile he looked it over one last time before activating it. The thought of people looking him over like he was an animal up for auction made him a little nervous, but he pushed the thoughts down and continued on with his research.

“You want to come play Call of Duty with me?” Mason asked as he got another drink and headed toward the living room.

“Nah, I’m going to look through this website for a while longer. Go on and play. I’ll come in later.”

“All right, suit yourself. See if you can find me a hot date.” Mason walked off, leaving him alone again.

Colton laughed. He didn’t think Mason had any trouble finding a hot date on his own. As he looked over some of the past date requests he noticed at the bottom of some of them there were names. He clicked on them, looking at each one. A requester could put their top three date preferences at the bottom of their requests.

Must be their regulars, he thought to himself. Maybe that was the secret to earning a good paycheck. Becoming a regular. Becoming a hot commodity, making yourself into something everyone wanted and needed. That wouldn’t be hard, but it would be time consuming so he had to figure out a way to do that as quickly as possible.