Out From Behind The Camera

By Mathis B Rogers

Cody's brother, Dave, brings a coworker over to play basketball. Afterwards, Wade talks Cody into making and selling "solo" videos on the Internet. Cody enjoys making the videos, but is not about to get in front of the camera. Find out what happens when Cody steps "Out From Behind the Camera" This eBook contains Adult content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mathis B Rogers
• Release date: Apr 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458183132

Mathis B Rogers

Mathis B. Rogers was born in Shamrock, Texas, and was raised all over the Texas Panhandle and South Plains of West Texas.He began writing when he was thirteen and while working the Night Audit (graveyard shift) for motels, he was able to be very prolific. Mathis enjoys writing and when someone asks him how to write, he replies, "It's just daydreaming and writing it down."

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Out From Behind the Camera

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Mathis B. Rogers

Copyright February 9, 2000 Mathis B. Rogers

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Laughter from the pool in the courtyard below drifted up on a gentle breeze that rustled the curtains. Spring had finally arrived. The apartment complex had just opened the pool the previous day and now everyone in the complex seemed to be soaking in the sun and enjoying the out of doors. I was surprised that so many people were off on Friday afternoons; or perhaps they had just taken the day off because it was so pretty. It wasn't hot enough yet to need the air conditioner in my small one-bedroom apartment, but it was so nice outside that I just had to have the patio doors open.

I had lived in the complex for a little over a year. I really liked my sixth-floor apartment. Everyone told me that I was crazy to be that high up, especially since spring meant thunderstorms and tornadoes. However, in the city I lived in, Garden Grove, which was located in the heart of the Oklahoma Panhandle, just east of Guymon, the higher the apartment, the cheaper the rent. That's why I was living on the top floor. I only paid two hundred fifty-five dollars a month. That was a good price for a security building. Heat from the apartments below kept my bills down in the winter and the cool breeze that high up, kept me from having to use my air conditioner during the summer as long as I kept my windows open and the wind was out of the right direction.

Not only had I lucked out by getting a great price on an apartment, but also I had landed a job filling in medical forms for a hospital in Oklahoma City. They would fax the forms to me and I would log into their computer via the Internet and input all of the information into their database. It was great to be able to sit at my desk next to my patio doors and feel the cool breeze as I did my work. Some days I didn't even bother getting dressed. I could even set my own hours. If I wanted to work all night, that was fine, too. As long as I had everything they faxed me done by eight o'clock the next morning, I received a check every Friday.

Logging off the computer in Oklahoma City, I closed the file folder I had just finished. I always kept the faxes for a month before shredding them, just in case of any discrepancies. Any mistakes that I might make would be caught within thirty days. Luckily, I hadn't made any to date. I always went back over the information I had entered with a fine-toothed comb before going to the next form.

Hey, Cory. Wanna come play some ball? I heard from the front door.

Without looking up, I replied, Sure. Let me close this out first, Dave.

Dave was my older brother. He was a little over two years older than me. He had a key to my apartment and never bothered knocking. This was fine with me. I had key to his house and never knocked when I went to see him, either.

He was a little over six-foot tall. He got his height, black hair and brown eyes from Dad. I got my blue eyes and blond hair from Mom. Once Dad teased Mom of having had an affair and I wasn't his. To which I had asked, Then how'd I get your birthmark?

Yes, Dad had a birthmark on his right hip and so did I. It was oval and rose up a little. Anyone who didn't know it was a birthmark just thought it was an odd-shaped mole.

Are you on the Internet? a deep voice I didn't recognize asked.

I looked up and froze. He was a few inches taller than Dave. His curly black hair could easily have been mistaken for a perm, but I knew those curls were natural. His blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at me with a mouthful of straight, pearly white teeth that contrasted nicely with his deep tan. I melted as I ran my eyes over his firm body. He was in great shape. He wore a red tank top that had been ripped off at the bottom, exposing his washboard abs that were covered with a thick layer of soft black hair. His red, flimsy workout shorts bore the black entwined GGU of the Garden Grove University on the left thigh. I could tell he had on a jock strap.

Uh, yeah, I stammered. I have a cable modem. I stay connected all the time.

Codester got himself a sweet job doing data entry from here for a hospital in Oklahoma City, Dave said, using the nickname he had given me eons ago. I wasn't sure, but I thought he got it off some TV show.

Cody, this is Wade Houston. He's going to play with us, if you don't mind.

Not at all, I replied, shaking Wade's hand. It was a warm firm grip. Something about his handshake told me to forget it, he was straight, but his smile sent my hormones running wild through my body and I refused to listen to my instincts.

Nice to meet you, Wade said.

Me, too, I replied. Let me get my shoes on and I'll be right back.

Sure thing, Dave said.

Dashing into my bedroom, I realized I wasn't dressed to play basketball. I had gone to lunch with a friend of mine and had worn a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. When I returned home, I had just kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt. I hadn't changed clothes.

Removing my shirt and pants, I heard Dave say, Yeah, it's right here.

Thanks, Wade replied and I heard the bathroom door close.

We can play horse if you want to, Cody, Dave said walking into my bedroom. He was tossing the basketball up in the air and catching it as he walked.

He was only wearing a gray half-T-shirt and a pair of flimsy gray workout shorts. Like Wade, he had a nice hairy chest and stomach, but, although he was muscular, he didn't have washboard abs.

Since you two are taller than me it'd be best, I said, pulling on a pair of blue workout shorts. They weren't as flimsy as Dave's were, but they fit my bottom tight enough that I generally got second looks while wearing them, especially if the guy looking liked what he saw.

Continuing to toss the ball in the air, Dave laid down on his back on my bed, spreading his legs wide enough that I could see the white of his jockstrap. I didn't say anything as I pulled a T-shirt