A the age of fifteen, I lost my parents in an auto accident. My only living relative was my elderly grandmother so I was sent to live with her.

She had a small home, still with a small mortgage, in an older quiet nice part of town and was on limited income. to help out, I took a job at a large home improvement store after school and on weekends. I had little time for friends or other activities. I was either at school, working, studying, or sleeping.

Gram, as I called her, was real sweetheart. She cooked my favorite meals and did her best to make me happy. She had a modest savings and I worked hard to prevent her from having to spend it on me. I managed to save what I had left over after helping her out with the extra groceries and household expenses.

I graduated high school and went to work full time at the home improvement store. Things were just beginning to look up when she suddenly passed away when just after my eighteenth birthday.

She had rewritten her will leaving everything to me. Her insurance was barely enough to cover her funeral expenses.

Suddenly, here I was all alone; a home owner with a mortgage, a low paying job, and little in savings.

Then my world came apart even more. Due to the economy, I was unexpectedly laid off from my job.

As hard as I tried, I had no luck in finding another job. My savings, mine and Gram's, soon dwindled from paying the mortgage and utilities.

I was about to loose the house and there wasn't much in the way of groceries in the house. I had sold my car and that money was soon gone also.

Despondent as hell, I went for a walk, trying to decide what to do. Stopping at a local park, I sat on a bench, my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.

After half hour or so, I realized someone had sat down on the other end of the bench. I sat up and looked over and saw a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He was looking over at me and said, "Bud, you look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders."

"In a way, sir, I do," I replied.

"Well, if it will help to talk, I'll be glad to just listen."

"Thanks," I said, genuinely appreciative of his concern. Suddenly, I was unloading and telling him everything.

He sat quietly, listening and never interrupting. I talked for almost an hour and felt somewhat relieved just being able to verbalize everything.

When I was done, he smiled slightly saying "Maybe I can help. I'm not offering charity. I need some work done around my house and if you're interested, I'll give you the job and pay you a fair salary."

"You serious?" I asked.

"Yes, I am. It involves some yard work and some minor repairs."

"Man, I'll do anything. When can I start?"

"Now if you want to," he replied. "I'm Brad Waters."

"Great," I replied. I'm Mark Rivers, but I don't have any wheels."

"No problem. You can ride with me now and we can figure something else out for later."

He took me to his place about two miles away from my place in a nicer large neighborhood. He showed me what yard work he needed done and where all the tools were.

"Ill fill you in on the repairs later. Right now Mark, I'm headed to the nursery to get some new plants for you to put in the front flower bed."

"Hopefully, I'll have it ready by the time you get back," I told him.

I began work and had the beds ready and was in the process of mowing when he returned. I had removed my shirt and as he got out of his truck, I saw him looking me over. I was fairly well built and proud of it.

We unloaded his truck and I worked until shortly after noon when he stopped me and took me inside for lunch. After eating, I returned to work.

During the afternoon, I saw two other young men arrive minutes apart and knock. An hour and a half or so later they left together, before heading in different directions. I wondered what that was about.

Just at dusk, he came out and stopped me, saying I had done enough for the day.

"Mark, come inside. I'd like to talk to you a few minutes."

"Sure," I said.

We went into his kitchen and sat at the dining table.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Fuck, no! What you've done looks awesome. My yard has never looked so good. Hell, you should have your own lawn service," he said.

"Thanks, but I've never thought of that. Besides, I don't have the start up capital."

"Maybe we can solve that problem later. Right now, I have a question. How much is your mortgage payment and how much do you owe on your utilities?"

I asked why he wanted to know and he said "Just tell me."

I did, and he nodded and reached for his wallet. Suddenly, the amount of both was laying on the table and he slid it to me.

"Consider this an advance. Get everything current."

As I started to speak, he looked at me and said sternly, "No arguments!"

I did my best to hold back the tears as he asked where I lived. I told him and he said, "I have a bicycle I no longer need if you'd like to have it. At least it would be some form of transportation."

I agreed and before I rode it home he said, "Get your bills paid first thing in the morning then come back here and continue your work."

"I will, Sir."

"Call me Brad," he said, then handed me three twenty dollar bills saying, "Get yourself a good meal and some groceries."

I thanked him and headed home, not believing my day.

The next morning I paid my mortgage and utilities then headed to Brad's, arriving just after ten.

He greeted me and asked if I had eaten breakfast. When i hesitated, he said, "Okay, you haven't. Sit down and have coffee while I whip up something for you." From the look on his face, I knew it was pointless to argue.

As I sipped my coffee, I looked at him, "Brad, you gave me that advance yesterday. It was a lot of money. How did you know I'd show up again this morning?"

"Mark, I'm a pretty good judge of character. You just didn't look or act like the type to run off."

"I'm not. I wasn't raised that way. I believe in working for what I get, not stealing it."

"I know," he replied as he sat a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.

I ate then returned to the yard work, finishing about two. He took me for burgers for lunch and when we returned he showed me the work on his house he wanted. First, was repairs to the eaves, then repairs to the front porch railings, then painting the eaves.

I surveyed the damage and made a list of what I needed. He took me to the store to pick what I needed,then we returned and unloaded his truck.

I began work and around five, a young man in Marine fatigues pulled into his drive and went to the door. An hour later, he walked out counting some bills before shoving them in his pocket. My curiosity was now more aroused. First, the two young boys, now the Marine. What was going on?

I worked on Brad's house daily and each day he paid me from sixty to a hundred dollars. I tried to refuse, saying that he had already paid me with the advance. He refused to listen.

And each day, I notice that men arrived, went in for an hour or more then left, usually with cash in hand. One was a fireman, another a police officer, and others. The boys and the Marine also returned. All were young and well built.

I began to notice that most of them began eyeing me as they arrived and left. I wanted to ask Brad what was going on, but didn't figure it was any of my business. He never went to work or left the house and he himself looked me over a lot.

He must have seen the curiosity in my face when the guys came and went, because one afternoon about a month or so after I started working for him he invited me to stay for dinner, saying he wanted to talk.

I cleaned up and after we ate dinner, he led me to the den.

After we sat down, he hesitated a moment before saying, "Mark, I assume you wonder why I don't work and have so many guys in and out."

"Well, kind of," I replied, "but it's really none of my business."

"Well, I think I owe you an explanation. You see, I am independently wealthy. I inherited quite a large sum of money and the interest alone more than pays my monthly bills. I like helping young men who need extra cash, but the way I do it isn't normally accepted by society."

I looked at him questioningly.

"The men that come here usually perform solo sex on camera. I film them, then edit the movies then send them to a gay porn studio I own." Then looking at me he said, "Yes, I'm gay. I have been for years. I inherited the studio and all my money from my lover. He was killed in an climbing trip we made a few years ago."

"Im sorry," I said, "but what do the guys do on film?"

"Mostly just watch porn and jerk off. Some times, they agree to let me perform oral on the while filming. When I have two at a time here, they sometimes jerk together or jerk each other. If they decide to do more with each other they make extra money. For some of the boys, this is how they are paying their way through college."

"Damn," I said. "Unbelievable."

"I wanted you to know what I do. I felt it only fair to be honest with you."

"Brad, how do you find the guys?"

"It started with just a couple of young men. Then, one of them brought a friend of his over. It has all been by what you might call referrals.

Dave, the Marine, was referred by his younger brother. He come over and performs and uses his pay for his weekly poker games. Everyone has the need for extra cash ever so often. I provide a way to make it. They all do it voluntarily."

"Well, as long as it is all voluntary, I guess there is nothing wrong with it. I've noticed that Dave and some of the other looking at me when they arrive and leave. I bet their wondering if I know what they are here for."

"Yes, and to be honest with you, a few are wanting to do a jerk off movie with you."

"No shit?"

"No shit," he replied.

"May I ask who?"

"Well, five of them have shown interest. Dan, one of the college boys for one. He's nineteen. Then there is Dave, the Marine. He's twenty-seven. Then Carl, the fireman, is twenty-four, Max, the police officer is twenty-nine. They all want to do a mutual jerk off film with you. Then Tim, the gut with the shaved head, is a construction worker. He's thirty-one and wants you to be the first guy he performs oral on."

"Mother fuck. I'm not sure I could even get it up knowing it was being filmed."

"Mark, I didn't tell you all this trying to get you in front of the camera. I just wanted you to know why the guys were coming and going. You're the one that asked what they did."

"Hey, I'm not upset. In fact, I'm flattered that they would want me with them. It's something I'll have to do some serious thinking about."

"It's all up to you. Al I expect out of you is he work I hired you for. And consider the advance as your bonus when you get through. And, promise me that if you need extra money for your bills, you will let me know."

"Brad, what you have been giving me daily is way more than enough to pay all my bills. The rest is going into savings."

We ended the conversation and since it was dark, he insisted that I stay the night in his guest room.

I agreed and saw that there was a DVD player in the room. Our conversation had got my curiosity aroused about seeing another guy jerk off. I had never ever thought about it before but for some reason I now wanted to see it. I casually asked Brad if it would be possible for me to see some of them. He brought me a DVD of Dave and Tim.

Alone and with my door closed, I put in the DVD of Dave and watched as he slowly stripped off his fatigues and brought himself to an erection. He Solly stroked his large cock and as his climax drew close, he raised one leg and began to finger his hole, sliding his finger inside,soon firing his load out onto his chin, chest and stomach.

Tim's DVD was more intense. He stripped for the camera also and began stroking. As his cock began leaking precum as he stroked, he began wiping it off with his finger and then putting his finger into his mouth. Then after he climaxed, three times he picked up some of his semen and ate it, looking straight into the camera.

Watching these movies, my own cock was rock hard. I took matters in hand and quickly brought myself to a roaring climax as I had done many times since my youth. This time, however, I did like Tim and tasted it. To my shocked surprise, it wasn't bad tasting. I cleaned the remainder off and went to sleep, wondering what it would be like to perform with another guy.

I finished my work for Brad, and when I was finished he paid me a handsome some.

As he did, he told me that three of his neighbors were so impressed with his flower beds that they wanted me to redo theirs also.

"Do any of your neighbors know what you're doing here?" I asked.

"Fuck no! I'd be run out if they did. However, the eighteen year old son of the Jenkins across the street has made several movies over here. Troy is masculine as hell and works out and gay as they come. His parents have a vacation home in Key West and go there four to five times a year. When they are gone, he will make the movies. He has me call him if any of the guys decide they want to get sucked or want to screw a guy in the rear end. He loves oral and being a bottom."

I just smiled and shook my head.

Brad tole me which neighbors wanted their beds redone and I met with them to find out what they wanted. All three said it was up to me.

Brad then came up with a suggestion.

"If you are going to be doing the work, why don't you just move in here for a while, and you can use my truck for what you need."

I agreed and used his truck to go to my place and get some clothes.

I began the work and lived at Brad's. He showed me the room where he did the filming. It contained a queen size bed, night stands, and a private bath. There were also lights and a camera set up.

"if you ever want to watch some of the filming, let me know. I'm sure the guys won't object."

"I just might," I said.

I did a couple of times. Once when Carl, the fireman, came by and again when there were two eighteen boys there. They got into it and for a price, performed oral on each other. Watching them made my cock hard as steel. I had never thought that watching two guys engage in sex would turn me on so much.

I completed the work for Brad's neighbors and they were more than pleased. Brad had the forethought of taking pictures both before the work and after.

When I asked why, he smiled and said, "If you decide to go into business for yourself, with my backing, you need something to show prospective clients."

"Your backing?" I asked.

"Yes. If you decide to do it, I'll buy everything you need to get started, and you can make payments to me, interest free."

I lost control and stepped up to him and hugged him tightly. He hugged me in return and held me close.

"I'm not old enough to be your father but you would be an awesome son. However, you are the dearest friend I've had since my lover was killed. I never thought I'd care for anyone else again."

All I could do was smile.

"I've been my happiest in years having you stay here with me. Id give anything if there was some way to talk you into moving in here and renting out your house."

"Do you really mean that?" I asked.

"Yes, more that anything I have said in years."

"Brad, I've been happy here also. It is so lonely there at my place all by myself."

"Then move in here. No strings attached. Come and go as you like."

I turned and walked to the window and looked at the pool. Turning back to him, I smiled and said, "I'll do it."

He smiled and came to me and hugged me tightly. "Mark, you don't know how happy you have made me."

I didn't say anything to Brad, but I had come to care for him deeply also. It didn't matter to me that he was gay. Hell, once while I was watching him film a guy he had given me the camera and had me film him sucking the guy off. I had gotten some hot close ups of the guy climaxing into Brad's mouth and him swallowing. To each his own was my beliefs.

About a month after moving in permanently, my curiosity reached it's peak. I told Brad that I wanted to try it and do a jerk off video.

HE was thrilled and when we did it I suggested that he be nude while filming me. For some reason, I wanted to see him totally naked. he agreed and to my surprise, seeing him with his hard cock swinging back and forth as he filmed me made me even hotter and amplified my climax.

He was thrilled at the results and told me it was one of the best he had ever filmed of a first timer.

I knew then that I wanted to take it to another level.




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