"The Money Made Me Do It, Chapter One" by Jay Roberts Gay Encounters
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Looking at me sitting on that park bench you would think I was some student taking a rest and a smoke. I'm not. I'm a totally broke 22 year old homeless the last four days and just finished a hot dog bought with my last two dollars.
A guy sits down on the other end of the bench. I glance at him. He's about thirty, goatee and wake up hair, but I also see he's got hundred dollar jeans on and even more expensive running shoes.
Now he turns and looks at me, up and down. "You in school?"
"Not now," I reply, hoping that would end the pleasantries. I wonder if he is queer and this is an attempted pickup. I get a lot of that. I'm just too good looking. I'm straight and not interested.
"Is that your breakfast?" he said pointing the last bite of the dog.
"Unfortunately yes."
"Still hungry?"
"I'd have to say yes."
"Would you like to have a hundred dollars to spend?"
"Yeah, but I don't suck cock so you better get going."
He laughed. "I'm not a queer trying to buy you. I do porno movies."
"Yeah, that's interesting. Gay ones I suppose."
He laughed again. I sure provided lots of fun for my bench neighbor.
"Actually I do about twenty minute episodes of guys jerking off."
I digested that. "You mean guys buy your little short films of someone wacking?" This was interesting. Imagine how many weirdos there are to provide a living for this dude.
"Not just one kid, a compilation of sessions."
"Oh, I see," and I throw my wrapper into the waste can on the other side of this guy.
"Good shot."
I nodded and got up, brushed off the crumbs on my jeans and started walking away.
"Wait, you jerk off of course. I'm willing to pay you to do it on camera for a hundred bucks."
I stopped and looked at him. "How many queers are in the room for the performance?"
"There's only me with my camera doing the interviewing'?"
"Interviewing?"
"Well the guys who buy are films or see them on line like to think they know the boy on the screen. You can lie and give a false name. I don't care."
He could see that by my questions I might be interested.
"It'd be me and you no audience or other queers?"
"Right."
"Okay, I'll try it but if any funny stuff comes up, I leave...with the hundred dollars."
"Sure. Follow me. My studio is just across the park in that tall building."
Up the elevator we went to the tenth floor and into a modern office. There was a kid at the switchboard and another editing some tape. They nodded to my bench friend but did look me over with the usual up and down I get often.
George, my private photographer pointed me to a couch covered with a white sheet.
Before I sat down I asked, "Is it clean?"
"Boy you're a clean freak. I wonder how clean you are. Anyway, we change the sheet after each session, in case they get spooge on them."
Yucks. That information made me uncomfortable
But he took over and became quite bossy. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable and follow my instructions."
I sat down on the couch and crossed my legs and folded my arms and waited. As he adjusted the camera he said, "You can sit that way for the interview but as soon as we get into the action, I want you to uncross your arms and plant your two feet on the floor and spread them slightly.
"Okay boss," I said, trying to regain come control here. "
"What's this 'interviewing?'"
"I'll ask you some questions and you can give whatever reply you want to."
We started. George changed his voice and now sounded like a radio announcer as he asked, "What's your name?" I answered Ray. That seemed like a plain name.
"How old are you?" I answered nineteen, taking off some years from my real age just to sound innocent.
The next question got real personal when he asked me when I last masturbated. I told the truth that it was three days ago because sleeping on the streets didn't give me much privacy. Then he got even more personal. I had to answer.
"Tell me Roy have you ever had sex with a male?"
"No way, no how."
"Did you ever jerk off with a friend?"
Now that was a tough question and I answered for Roy, my new self.
"When I was thirteen, camping, we four kids in the tent jerked off together."
He turned off the camera. "Roy boi, I am putting a hundred dollar bill under this face towel. You see it? Now take off your shirt first, then reach around in your pants and get yourself hard. You can watch some porn using the remote there. There's also some oil if you want for later." I found some hot fuck scene off a young college type dude with an older woman. He was slurping her cunt."
You know, just the idea of the money got me slightly hard. The porno helped too. I whipped off my shirt and he spoke to me on camera. "Hey nice chest, a little hair in the middle, light brown, my favorite color. You got good muscular development there. Very hot. You can take off your shoes and socks, we love hot feet here, and good legs. I think you are a good package and speaking of packages, let's see yours."
I felt a little like a whore girl as I rubbed my chest and felt around in my pants. I even swiped my tongue over my lips, hoping that was sexy. George whispered, put your hands behind your head. I did and figured the queers must like to see my pits.
George seemed to be getting off on me. He whispered that my light brown curly hair was cute and that I had facial features of a movie star. I won't say I didn't like hearing the stuff and as I felt around my cock, it was pretty hard.
Now I don't have one of those elephant chocks. It's average, about 6-1/4" but several girls told me it was a beauty in shape and they loved the gentle curving upwards. I'm.. uncut as all good catholic boys are. Right now I am beginning my jerk off by pushing my foreskin up and down over my cock head.
Although George couldn't see what I was doing, he must have seen dozens of "subjects" do their stuff and has become expert. Maybe he saw the narrowing of my eyes, the parting of my full lips, or the way my bare chest was moving from deeper breathing.
The time had come. No more stalling. George was looking a bit impatient. I wiggled out of my shorts and then my underwear. My cock flipped up to take a bow and I could hear George make an admiring sigh. I began slowly wacking and the slap slosh sound of a cum fulled cock filled the room.
A was just slipping into my familiar on-the-way-to-cum feeling when George spoke. The camera was off. "You remember Toby outside in the office. He sometimes joins our stars and wanks with them. He'll sit on the end of the couch. It's another hundred for you."
"Okay I mumbled, annoyed that he had interrupted my sex haze.
Toby came in. He was quite a sight. He was naked with a long slim hardon. He had a full head of blond curly hair. He smiled at me. I gave him the stone face back. He sat down away from me, at the very end of the couch. His long, long legs almost filled the space between us. He grabbed some oil and began vigorously rubbing his seven inch shaft.
I was really uncomfortable with him there, suddenly.
"George. This is not good for me. I'm not right with another dude here. You can take back that second hundred dollar bill and I'll do it alone." George turned off the camera and came over to me. He grasped my chin firmly in his hand. "Boy, you agreed. This are no second thoughts here. Maybe you're just tense. How about a beer?"
I nodded.
He went over to the little frig in the room and took out a large bottle and handed it to me. I noticed a slight smile on Toby's face as he began rubbing his own nipples.
I sucked away at the beer, shagging myself slowly and unenthusiastically. Gradually I began to smile, a silly smile. What had happened is that I only had that frank and my stomach was so empty that I was goofy from just half a bottle.
George was smiling and I think this dude Toby winked at George.
"Hey Roy and Toby, don't sit so far from each other. You look unfriendly."
I opened my eyes in alarm and sat rigid. Toby however moved toward me until his hip was inches from mine, but his splayed hairy leg was resting against mine. I don't know what hit me but my prick jumped at that contact. I tried to move my leg a bit but he followed. I gave up and relaxed. Now my whole upper leg was aga inst his warm one.
I was almost too relaxed when George spoke. "Toby, why don't you lend a helping hand to Roy."
Roy nodded and reached out his long fingered hand and wrapped it around my cock. I half ro.se from the couch. "Hey. I don't do gay. Get him off me."
George didn't say a word, he just flashed another big bill and placed it undeer the towel. What a money whore I was, I just setttled back and let Toby do his stuff.
It did feel pretty good. I put my hands behind my head and relaxed into the good feelings. Toby was good at this. His thumb swiped across the head of my cock on the upstroke. I found I was grunting slightly in pleasure. The smell o my pre cum was filling the room and we all smelt it. What a pig I was becoming, but what fun I'll have with that money. I guess that was my excuse. I wasn't gay, but these great sensations this boy was producing was a good argument not to interrupt the proceedings.
End Part One