Rocky meets Grayson at a bar. He was fire, in his Lycra boxer briefs and high top sneakers. The sun sparkled in the drops of sweat on his perfectly sculpted torso. He couldn’t take his eyes off that boy. Rocky buys him a beer and asks him if he’s thought about doing porn. He hadn’t really, but he wants to. So here they are in the Carnal photo studio. First timers start off slow, with a fashion shoot, just blue jeans and a casual shirt. When he’s comfortable, the photo assistant would give him something a little sexy, an hour or two later, “Let’s take those off.” Grayson hadn’t gotten that far. The photographer was still trying to get him to smile like he meant it. He was still afraid somebody was going to say “sorry this was a mistake,” and send him home. Courage comes from two places. Inside yourself. Or from somebody you trust even more than you trust yourself. Rocky says, “get on your knees.” Grayson doesn’t hesitate for a second, and not just on his knees, he was right between Rocky’s legs looking up at him wide-eyed, like a puppy begging for “Good Boy.” The man slowly unzips his pants and peels them back. He lets it out. Eight inches, hard, fat, bronze, uncut. With the head of his dick in the boy’s mouth leaking precum on his tongue. Rocky says, “Think about this. How much you want it. I want you to think about this when you are shooting. Do your best, and I’ll give you this. Every time. Now, suck.”
