King Cobra Page #2

- Stop. Stop. Stop.

You know how much

I love my tan lines.

Are you gonna behave tonight?

- Yes.

- No passionate kissing

and no..

- No anal.

- ...anal.

What?

- Oh, f***.

Ah, f***!

- Shaney, come on.

Don't you want these shrimpies?

Come on.

- Hoo!

- Yeah.

Come on, get these shrimpies.

- Oh.

- Smell good, huh? Yeah.

- I ran a mile for you.

Tell me again about the navy.

- So many sweaty, horny men.

- Orgies?

- Hm, I wish.

But the military

is a straight man's world.

That is just the way it is.

- Do you love me

the way you love Joe?

- Of course I do, baby.

- I wish I saved you

like he did.

- Hm, you know,

he doesn't like it

when I talk to clients

about our personal life.

- I'll get off faster.

- Just tell me again

about the navy.

- Alright.

Well, I thought that was who

I was supposed to be

but I was wrong.

And Joe helped me

get honorary discharge

for being a fag.

- A -- A -- A what?

- A f*ggot.

- There you go.

That was a huge load.

You've been saving up for me,

huh?

- Oh, yeah.

- Thank you.

See you next week.

Come on. I'll walk you out.

- Thank you.

- Hey.

You promised me

you were gonna be good.

- I was good.

I saw the way you kissed him

the way he was looking at you.

- It's a role, I mean

that was a role

that I was playing for him.

I mean, it's business.

- This -- This means

anything to me!

You're more important to me than

any f***ing amount of money!

Do you understand that?

- F***!

What the f***?

You wanted me to do this.

You, you got me into this!

- F***!

I'm sorry.

It's just..

I used to get booked.

- F***.

- Now nobody wants me.

They just want you.

- Are you kidding me?

- They just want you.

- They're all f***in',

dirty old men, okay?

You think I f***ing care?

They don't f***ing mean

anything to me.

- The first time I met you..

...I said I wanted you

to make me jealous.

Well, I guess

I got my f***ing wish.

F***. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're the only one

I've ever loved.

You know, it's the same thing

for me. Look.

You're the only one ever.

- I love you so f***ing much.

I go crazy.

- I love you, too.

Where's the Kiehl's counter?

I need some products.

- I think

you've shopped enough.

- Please? Come on.

Don't you want me to stay

looking young?

- Okay. Okay. Fine.

How was your mani-pedi?

- I don't know.

I've had better.

- Oh.

You still reading

about yourself? Obsess much?

- If one more fan dedicates

a blog to me, I will just die.

- Oh.

So, um, I think I wanna take

the Vegas gig.

They wanna pay me five grand

just to, like,

sit and sign DVDs.

- No. No. No.

They'll just paw at you

and annoy you.

If they wanna see you,

they can just buy the videos.

- Please? Pretty please?

We'll see.

- That's what you said

about horseback riding.

I wanna ride a horse.

I thought you wanted to learn

how to make movies.

- I do.

- Okay. Well..

Here's the record button.

- I know.

Here's the zoom

and the mount, right?

I know.

And this is a very --

- I know.

I've seen you do it enough.

- Well, you don't know

about auto focus

and -- and w -- white balance.

All those things.

- Oh, I don't? Let's find out.

And action.

- No.

Now, what are you doing?

No. Stop! Please.

And here we have King Cobra,

porn producer.

Whose neighbors have no idea

what goes on here

in this

cookie-cutter community.

- Stop it.

- Tell me about

your first time.

- No, look.

I'm a behind-the-camera guy.

Alright?

- Please?

- You really wanna know?

- Yeah.

- Alright. I was in college.

I know, late bloomer.

I used to go out

with my buddies every night

my best friends,

and they were always trying

to hook me up with girls

and I'd find some way

to mess it up.

I was terrified

to tell them the truth.

Well, we, uh,

we go to this house party

and there's this guy

that I've seen before

even had some classes with and..

I look over

and he's staring right at me.

I'm thinking, no way.

I mean, he's so cute.

So we, uh, we sneak out

of the party.

He takes me back to his place

and we have sex.

Well, that's f***ing amazing.

I felt free.

But somebody saw us leaving

and told my friends about it.

They couldn't believe it

so they come over,

barge right in

see us both laying there

in bed together.

They disappeared after that.

So a few years ago

I decided to just do

what I love.

Even if people despise it,

think it's dirty, trashy

I don't give a f***.

Same goes

for who I'm attracted to.

People think

I'm a dirty old man

for liking boys

who look like you.

F*** 'em. Hm.

You have no idea

how lucky you are.

Be so confident

at such a young age.

You have the Internet,

so you never have to feel alone.

I just feel like I'm making up

for lost time.

It's f***ing depressing.

- Hey.

- Seanny..

...please just

make me feel wanted.

- Excuse me.

Yeah?

- I'm your neighbor.

We haven't really met yet.

I live next door.

- Mm-hmm.

- Well..

How old are you?

- Eighteen. Why?

- Well, um, I've just seen

a lot of young boys

coming and going from the house.

I didn't know if they're

your friends or his friends or..

- He makes gay porn.

- Ah! Pretty princess finally

decided to show up for work.

Let's go!

- So sorry.

I didn't realize you were here.

Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Brent.

- Mikey.

- Sean, what are you wearing?

Those are too flashy.

- You don't know

what Brent likes.

- I think it looks cool.

- Thanks.

You have the tape recording,

right?

- Yes.

- Good.

I need to emote

what I'm thinking.

- Okay.

Action.

- Eighteen years old,

I'm stuck in the suburbs

cleaning this pool all day

for my cousin.

I guess I should be grateful

for this job.

Pool boy. Sure is nice out.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind

if I took a dip.

- Hey, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

- The water looked nice.

I wanted to get wet.

- You have to finish

your chores first.

Come here.

You just bought yourself

another chore, boy.

Mm..

- Okay, cut!

I said cut!

Come on. We're on a schedule.

We gotta move inside.

- Sorry.

- No.

- Alright. Would you please

turn it down?

I'm tryin' to work.

- What?

- Turn it down!

- If it's too loud,

you're too old.

- Don't you have to go home?

- No.

- So what's your deal?

You, like, live here

or something?

- Yeah. I mean, temporarily.

- Why don't you

get your own place?

I don't make that much money.

- You're a porn star.

What are you doing

with this f***ing guy?

- I don't know. I mean..

He takes care of me

and... he makes my videos.

- I'll take care of you.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

And I'm gonna

kidnap you tonight.

No, you're not.

- Yeah, I am.

- No, I can't.

- I'm gonna kidnap you.

- No, you're not. Just don't.

- Nice ride.

You must be Jagger.

- Yeah. Theo told me

to hurry up.

Good thing this Viper's fast.

Hop in.

Now get down on your knees

and suck my big cock.

- What the f***

are you guys doing?

- Take off your clothes

or I'll cut you, too.

- What are you guys doing?

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