How It All Started

We were hired on the same day and hit it off right away. I mean, he was like my biggest fuckin wet dream as far as a boy goes. Blue eyes, straw white hair, and I think his jeans were what got him hired; it’s what hooked me.

We hit it off in every way, both of us nineteen, and have I said, he was my biggest fuckin wet dream. Now, Ry, or Ryker was close to my height, blue eyes, and liquid honey poured into pants.

Now about me, on the other hand, wasn’t far off from him with strawberry blond hair, green eyes, and a little leaner. I am Dan, or, Dante and I do like girls but lately been looking at boys.

After a few weeks, he started staying at my place, we slept in my bed, and watched straight porn. It only took three nights before I built up the courage to do it. I reached over and he was on his back like last night, hard as a fuckin rock. His hand found mine and I jacked him off as he did me. I’d never seen a guy shoot like that. The next night he proved himself solid coating my tonsils. I had never pictured myself doing this.

The night after I straddled him and we jacked off like that but the next time was in my ass. The day after he allowed me the same privilege. He sucked me better than I think I sucked him, sucked my cock with his butt, better than I think I did. It kind of got to be a thing.

Either of us made enough to date; chicks are so fuckin expensive; we saved money having each other. Without conversation; that’s how we saw it; fun without the bill.

We’d watch straight porn on my laptop, never admit it was the dicks that got us to hand and hand. It became so natural to cum home and shower then eat. He had his side of my bed and I had mine.

I will say he had a body odor problem and it caused him to be self-conscious about it. I mean, it wasn’t eye-watering, didn’t make spit form in your mouth, but he carried pit-stick in his lunchbox. He was always the first in the shower.

There was plenty of mouth to mouth and it graduated from there. I had fallen head over heels in love with this boy. I mean we switched it up, it wasn’t like I was a total fuckin bottom. It was like we were boyfriends. That’s how it felt to me. I do think he really cared for me though he never made it clear.

It had been three months when he broached the subject after a session. “You know??? We could make a butt load of money if we up-loaded some of the shit we do.”

I don’t know if it was my look? Maybe it was just the inference or the fact he called it shit; what we did. I turned over and went to sleep with him cuddling up behind me. I didn’t really fall asleep; I just couldn’t believe he would suggest such a thing.

The next morning, we got up doing the things we’d been doing, he didn’t say anything more about it. That night he set his phone aimed at the bed and sucked like he never had before. Fuck.

When I watched it back I realized I got a blowjob for the camera. “We can make a butt load of money off this,” He told me.

That’s when it dawned on me; this was just sex to him when I was making love. We made like six thousand dollars in three days. He kept saying, “If we do more, we’ll make more; even more, if they can see our faces.” I hated this; even had trouble getting hard which only caused him to work harder.

We did make more money. Like twice as much. We’d become Porn-hub stars; guys were following us wanting more. Now he wanted to fuck me on camera, and I let him. That is just what he did; fuck me for the camera. I could tell the difference; this wasn’t for me; no tenderness. He fucked for the guys paying money and I felt like a whore watching as he narrated for me.

I mean, he’d never pulled out before. I felt his load reach far up my back, saw my ass when he pulled out. OK. I might throw up. “NO,” I told him.

“Too Late.” He told me.

“You know,” as we saw the dollars adding up.

“If we brought in someone to do this for us; fuck. We could retire.”

I threw his phone. “Are-you-fuckin-kidding-me?” I asked.

“It’s just sex. Why are you being a little bitch, Dan? If you don’t want to do it, I can find somebody else.”

If he realized what those words did to me; he didn’t let on. But I knew he was serious. As much as it took to swallow the bile down, I nodded. In three days we made over twenty grand. That equated to, like, over ten grand, each, in the last seven days. I still wasn’t into this but, I knew him well enough. I couldn’t let that happen.

He brought a guy home and told me he’d record it. Fine. We played a little, some sucking. I railed his ass. I held nothing back. This was fucking, sex, this wasn’t love-making. I long dicked him, forgot about the camera.

This was fucking, I couldn’t believe I was doing this, wanting to hurt him like I never had before. It wasn’t about the camera, but he worked it. Pulled off my dick and puckered like he knew just how it looked. I walked to the shower.

He played it back later so proud he took what I did in vengeance. He thought I was working for the camera and thanked me. He even did that thing; showing my seed running from his ass with his eyes on the camera. “That was great,” the guy said. I took another shower. Thirty grand came flowing in.

Now it was spouse to be scripted. I’d suck him letting the cum in my mouth rain down on his baby smooth parts, and I did. He’d had a butt plug so it wasn’t like I needed to go slow. He worked it as he pulled off, left his ass wide open, then puckered. He was so pissed when I refused to pull out.

The camera guy was pissed too. The look on his face was different now as my eyes swam in his and I swimming in him. The camera guy said the title needed to be changed, we might even make more this time with him getting a cut.

We slept together, did what we did to work M-F, and watching our accounts grow. On the weekends we made money. We did jack off shit. Sucked each other, and he made a display of it. My load he’d let fall from his mouth letting the cum slide down my shaft into my pubes then lick it up. He never did that.

The first hard-core. He fucked me; he fucked me hard. He pulled out and spunked on my worn hole, laughing.

That, the thing that made me want to puke, made us a butt load of money. We were stars with our own site; D&R. I will say, in the beginning, I thought I loved him. What we were doing now was nothing more than gross. I told him I just couldn’t do it anymore.

I woke up the next morning seeing his cellphone and key to my apartment on the nightstand. I knew what it meant and went to work anyway seeing his car in the parking lot. But he wasn’t at work. I mean money was still rolling in and I had no way of talking to him.

I called the guy who had been filming us and got nothing. I searched Porn-Hub, nothing. I had to close all my accounts and The Hub was kind enough to shut down D&R. I sat getting ripped on the deck wondering just what I could have done differently.

A few months later I found him. His face pushed into a skanky shag rug, his ass hanging wide open, cum leaking out. When he looked at the camera I could tell he was wasted beyond knowing what was going on.

What dawned on me then, all my cruising for him; a lot of other boys looked like him. Either they were so… stoned, or pain and fear were written all over their faces, or worse yet. I figured he left and blew through his money; or should I saw blow, right up his nose, or worse.

I wrapped him in a nice little bow, put him in a box, and never went back to claim it.