Real Money - Part 2

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The days following the impromptu shoot with Terry were filled with even more questions.

Why hadn't Carter ever told him? It wasn't such a big deal anyway, was it? Sure it was a little gay, maybe a lot gay, but they were best friends and even if Carter was gay, Dalton didn't care.

And how had his best friend been earning so much money, yet never boasted or even showed signs of his vast wealth. Did his parents know? How could he hide such huge amounts of money?

Then questions about his own decisions. Who would actually see the photos that Terry had taken of him? What would happen if they were to be seen by somebody he knew? What if they were seen by Carter?

By Sunday morning, Dalton felt like somebody had poured the weight of the world into his brain. He sat in the living room with his little brother, mulling everything over once again when his phone rang.

"Dalton, it's Terry".

Despite knowing that the reason for the call was simply to let the young man know how much money he'd earned from his naked photoshoot, Dalton felt awkward speaking to him.

"Oh, hey Terry" he replied, leaving the room.

"Good news" Terry told him "they loved you"

Dalton wasn't sure how to feel about it. Who even were they?

"They want more, Dalton, but I've explained that you're not comfortable with it so it's completely up to you. Why don't you think about it and drop over to the studio this afternoon. I have your money here, and if you're up for making more, well we can discuss that here".

The young man agreed to stop by, but only to collect his money. He felt weird knowing that other people, other men, had been looking at his naked body. Sure, he'd agreed to it at the time, and the money sounded great, but at what cost to him?

The day went unnaturally quick, and by 3pm, Dalton left for the studio. It wasn't far, but he filled the journey with more unanswerable questions.

What would happen if he did do some more shoots? Would he keep making money for doing the same thing? He couldn't even get a boner the last time, and surely 'they' would get tired of seeing his wrinkled softie every week.

His heart raced as he pressed the buzzer on the studio door. Did Terry look at him differently now, after what he'd done?

The middle aged man arrived at the door and welcomed him inside as if nothing had ever happened.

"Good weekend?" He asked as Dalton followed him anxiously back into the large studio.

Once inside, Terry wasted no time.

"Four hundred" he grinned, handing Dalton the cash straight away.

He took it and shoved it into his pocket.

"Plenty more where that came from, lad" Terry told him "like I said on the phone, they want you. Like, really want you".

Dalton gulped.

"No need to be so nervous" Terry continued "the other chap was exactly like you at the beginning, and now look at him!"

Terry turned the laptop around just like he had on Friday and Dalton stared at a new photo of Carter. He wore a steel chain around his neck, each of his wrists had a leather cuff attached, and in his mouth was a red ball gag. Dalton allowed himself to drop his eyes further down his best friend's naked body until he stared directly at his erect, uncut cock.

"Fetish" Terry laughed "they love that, too"

"I can't do it" Dalton said "I'm not gay, and it just feels... Weird"

"Well of course it feels weird" Terry said, patting his back "I told you that straight lads find this type of thing really tough, that's why they pay so much money you see!"

Dalton did see. Had they not, there was no chance in the world that he'd even be standing here.

"I'll cut to the chase" Terry told him "they'll pay two grand up front for a video, another two once it's published, each"

Dalton listened to him, the figures were more than he had ever imagined he would have, at least at this age anyway.

"Each?" He said, focusing on the man's last point.

"Yeah, they want you and Car... The other guy to work together".

It's not like this was the first time he'd considered it, but it felt weird being asked the question. How could he? What would Carter think? His brain felt fried, and yet the idea of having so much money was pushing him toward a decision that he wasn't so sure of.

"Maybe this will help you make up your mind" Terry smiled, standing up and leaving the room.

Dalton stood there deep in thought. Perhaps it would be worth it providing that he and Carter never spoke about it again, but that was also assuming that Carter would have no issue with it, and Dalton wasn't so sure about that.

He could hear something as he considered his options. A low muffle, growing louder each second. He heard Terry and then another voice.

"He's just nervous" he heard Terry say

"I'm not a therapist!" An angry voice bit back "if he wants to do it, he'll do it".

The voice was unmistakable and Dalton needed to leave, now.

He bolted toward the door but before he could reach it they appeared.

They locked eyes, both sets widened, both faces became flushed, both jaws dropped.

Terry stood beside Carter, staring from one to the other, confused.

"Um... Dalton this is...."

"He knows" Carter said blankly and now Terry's eyes widened.

"You two know each other?"

The silence told Terry everything he needed to know.

"I'll leave you two alone for a moment" he said, and rushed from the room.

The two eighteen-year-olds stood in silence until Dalton finally spoke.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked and Carter scoffed.

"Oh yeah, hey Dalton, guess what I did this weekend? I took off all my clothes and jerked off on camera".

Dalton could see his reasoning. After all, would he have told Carter about his photoshoot if he hadn't known that Carter too was involved? Probably not.

"So why are you here?" Carter shot back.

"I did my work experience here" he told his friend truthfully "and then I found out about all of this, and well... I needed the money"

Carter nodded.

"So" he said eventually

"So" Dalton repeated and the two of them stood in silence once again.

The door opened and Terry pushed his head back in.

"You guys good or...?"

Carter glanced up at Dalton, waiting for a visual cue and Dalton nodded.

"Great! So have you decided what to do?" Terry seemed unbothered by the drama and Dalton wasn't so sure he very much liked the man anymore.

"I'm down if he is" Carter shrugged and Dalton found himself shocked.

"Two grand, each?" Dalton asked Terry who nodded.

"Today?" He pressed and Terry nodded again.

He considered it again.

"Fine".

Terry looked like a kid on Christmas as he rushed over to the grey backdrop and dragged a large red chair into the centre.

"Who needs a bed, huh?" He chortled to himself as the two young men stood awkwardly beside each other.

"He's a bit of a weirdo, isn't he?" Carter whispered and the two of them laughed silently.

"Alright lads" the man said, grabbing his camera "let's start with some photos. Dalton why don't you sit down and Carter you stand behind him".

The two young men walked into the frame of the camera and got into position.

"Stand up nice and straight, Carter" Terry said "and Dalton, hold the armrests and widen your legs. That's it, perfect"

The lights flashed once more.

"Now, both of you stand up and face each other, look into each other's eyes".

Dalton stood before his best friend, and though they were only looking at each other, something they'd done a million times before, it felt strange.

They studied each other, the lights flashing around them, and suddenly Dalton noticed how handsome his best friend was. How had he never seen it before?

"Carter, take Dalton's t-shirt off".

Carter reached for it and being the more experienced of the two, slowly lifted it over Dalton's head. Terry snapped quickly.

"Now Dalton, you do the same".

Dalton copied his friend, slowly revealing his tanned, smooth body until they both stood topless.

"Take off each other's pants" Terry instructed "nice and slow".

Dalton swallowed a lump in his throat as he reached for his pal's trousers. He grabbed the pockets and slowly slid them down, revealing a pair of red briefs.

"What are you, seven?" He scoffed and the two of them laughed.

"Beautiful! That's right, have fun lads!" Terry called and both of them rolled their eyes.

Carter quickly pulled down Dalton's bottoms until he stood in just his white boxer briefs and they both kicked off their own shoes and socks.

"Now just play together" Terry said, still shooting "touch each other".

The command felt awkward and slightly uncomfortable. He'd never even seen his friend naked other than on Terry's laptop, let alone touched him, but it was all for the money, and Carter seemed to know this more than anybody.

Dalton felt his friend's warm hand against his smooth stomach and awkwardly copied him. His body felt quite nice, and even more toned than his own. The two young men began to explore each other, running their hands up and down each other's smooth torsos.

"Excellent, now over the undies!"

Even Carter seemed reluctant with this one, but slowly he reached out his hand and cupped his buddies junk. Dalton gasped.

"Amazing! Go ahead Dalton"

The young man could feel his face redden as he placed his hand over the front of Carter's briefs and gently squeezed, and as the lights flashed around him, he felt a twitch against his hand.

"Alright boys, pants off, it's show time!"

Terry took the camera off the tripod and began walking back and forward once again. Carter yanked his briefs to his ankles and stepped out of them.

"Pull his down, Carter" Terry said, noticing the reluctance in Dalton's face.

"You good?" Carter asked his friend and Dalton nodded.

"I want some real money" he smirked and Carter did too.

He dropped to his knees and grabbed the waistband of Dalton's underwear, a moment later he could feel them brush across his flaccid cock and in an instant he was naked.

"What are you, seven?" Carter asked up, a grin on his face.

"More touching lads" Terry called out.

Dalton began rubbing Carter's stomach again, but his friend, who was far more aware of the requirements reached for Dalton's cock and grabbed it.

Dalton flinched.

"It's alright mate" Carter whispered, slowly pumping it.

It felt strange, yet nice. He wasn't sure he'd get hard, but it wasn't the worst thing he'd ever felt either, and once he'd found his bearings, he reached for Carter's and did the same.

"Excellent, really good!"

The two straight lads jerked each other's flaccid cocks until Dalton felt his friend's cock stiffen in his hand.

"Are you... Gay?" He whispered and Carter smirked.

"No" he replied "are you?"

"No"

"Kiss each other's bodies" Terry interrupted and Dalton's cheeks burned.

Carter however, leaned forward and pressed his warm lips against Dalton's chest. Once again, it felt better than he had expected.

Carter smelled good as Dalton leaned in and did the same. He could smell his deodorant and a light scent of fresh sweat, for some reason it made his cock jump.

"Who wants to be the bottom?" Terry asked and Dalton had no idea what that meant.

Carter turned to him and laughed.

"Do you wanna fuck or be fucked?"

The question made him nauseous.

"I'm not doing that" Dalton snapped "no way!"

Carter shrugged at Terry.

"How about an extra thousand between you" Terry said, lowering his camera "that will be four and a half grand in total"

"I'm down" Carter said simply.

Dalton was sweating now.

"A thousand each" he said eventually and Terry glared at him for a moment.

"Fine, fine, but you're the bottom then"

Dalton looked to his friend who grinned back.

"Nice one" he said but Dalton wasn't sure how nice it would be to be a bottom.

"Alright, suck each other" Terry said, now sounding rather impatient.

Carter got to one knee, as though he was about to propose to his best friend, but instead, he grabbed Dalton's soft cock between his thumb and forefinger and slipped it between his lips.

Dalton gasped, and at that exact moment, the lights flashed.

He was becoming increasingly surprised by how good this was all feeling. He had expected to be taking breaks to throw up, and yet he was starting to somewhat enjoy it.

Carter took the couple of soft inches in his mouth with ease, but after a moment, Dalton could feel his cut cock swell inside.

"Nice and slow" Terry said, now uncomfortably close to the young men, snapping just Carter's face as he sucked.

Dalton found himself getting lost in the moment.

"Alright, your turn" he heard and a second later, Carter was guiding him to his knees.

He looked down, finding his own cock stiff and wet and Carter's one, inches from his face. Carter was bigger by an inch or two, and his dick looked pretty nice in Dalton's straight opinion.

He awkwardly grabbed it and slowly moved his head toward it before finally feeling it in his mouth. He suppressed a gag as it began to grow on his tongue.

"Suck, good lad" Terry called.

Dalton simply copied his friend, taking the cock into the back of his throat, gagging and letting it out again. It didn't feel nearly as nice as being on the receiving end, but once again, it could have been worse.

He sucked and sucked and sucked some more, and it felt like he'd been doing it for far longer than Carter had. His jaw was beginning to ache, as was his neck.

"Alright, Dalton if you bend over" Terry said "and Carter you straddle his back".

Dalton's eyes widened, was he about to bottom?

Carter helped him get into position. He was on all fours now, his back arched and his ass in the air facing the camera. A burst of embarrassment washed over him as he felt his best friend's naked ass and balls sit down on his back. Carter was facing the camera now, with Dalton's ass between his legs.

"Go ahead, Carter" Terry said.

Dalton had no idea what was happening until he felt something cool run down his most intimate and private area. He flinched, shuddering as it did.

"Easy tiger" Carter laughed "it's just lube"

"Start with a finger" Terry said, and judging by his voice, Dalton knew he was standing just inches away from them.

He braced himself, unsure if this would feel as good as the rest and then felt his best friend's finger slide between his cheeks.

He groaned with shame as it reached the spot.

"Nice and slow"

Dalton gasped again as the tip of Carter's finger pushed inside his ring and the lights began to flash again. It wasn't sore, but it didn't feel great either. Deeper it pushed until it was fully inside him.

"In and out, good lad" Terry slithered

He felt his hole being loosened as Carter finger fucked him. How had he gotten to this point, when just a few days earlier, the idea of even seeing another man naked would have repulsed him.

"Two fingers now" Terry said and Dalton's eyes widened.

He felt Carter's second finger push against his hole, he gasped as it entered, wincing at the sting.

"I'll go slow" Carter told him, inching his second finger in gently.

Dalton was sweating again, his face red and his heart thumping. Was he gay? Surely not, but why wasn't he hating this as much as he should have been?

Carter now had both fingers fully submerged in his soft, warm hole and was fucking him with them slowly.

"Beautiful" Terry whispered "now the vibe"

Dalton wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he didn't have to wait long to find out. He heard the vibrations as Carter switched it on and knew now what it was.

He felt the cold steel against his ring as Carter removed his fingers. He was about to be fucked with a vibrator and yet he wasn't dreading it, in fact, part of him was looking forward to it.

"Big breath in" Terry advised, and he listened, inhaling deeply as his hole spread open.

He gasped. This hurt more than the fingers, and yet the pain seemed to spark something in his cock.

"Oh we've got some pre-cum!" Terry beamed and Dalton's face turned even more red "use it as lube" he said.

The vibrator slid out and a second later, after his cock was milked, was pushed back in with his own juices to lubricate it.

The vibrations felt amazing against his insides, and every couple of minutes the feeling of needing to piss filled him, though it was much more pleasurable than that. Had he just discovered a feeling better than jerking off? Was this why people were gay?!

"Alright, I think it's time" Terry said and Dalton gulped.

"You ready, mate?" Carter asked, standing up and then leaning down to his friend.

"Will it hurt?" He asked innocently, his asshole still spread for the camera as lube dripped down his taint.

"Only for a second" Carter winked, rubbing his naked back.

"Lay on the chair, Dalton" Terry told him "put your back on the seat part".

Thankfully, the chair was well cushioned and big enough that the position wasn't too uncomfortable.

Dalton lay on his back, his legs spread across the armrests and his hands holding them up by the knees. His cock was semi-erect and oozing pre-cum into his bellybutton as Carter got into position.

"Whenever you lads are ready" Terry said, and he had a new camera this time, one that was recording video.

Carter stood between his friend's legs, pumping his pole to erection and after a minute or two, bent his legs and pushed his wet cock against Dalton's lubed hole.

"Let's not talk about this outside, okay?" He said to Dalton who nodded in agreement.

He felt his sphincter begin to spread as Carter pushed gently. He had been correct, it was hurting. He gripped the armrests, his knuckles turning white as slowly his best friend slipped inside him. Once the head was in, Dalton gasped.

They waited in position for Dalton's asshole to acclimatise to the new intruder. Carter was holding Dalton's legs now, using them as handles, and once again he began to push deeper inside.

The young man squirmed as his friend slipped further into his hole until finally, all six and a half inches of meat were embedded into him and the two of them went still, their sweaty bodies as connected as they could possibly be.

"Ready?" He whispered to his friend who nodded.

Carter pulled some out, and pushed it back in. Then again, faster this time. Once more, pulling it back further and shoving it deeper again.

Dalton, through no fault of his own, moaned with each stroke. It wasn't hurting now, but it felt very strange indeed.

Carter found a rhythm, sliding in and out with relative ease as his pal's hole loosened around his cock.

It took about five minutes of constant fucking before Dalton began to relax, and once he did, he found himself in a new world.

Carter had positioned his cock in a way that seemed to send sparks of pleasure through Dalton's prick with each thrust. He hadn't touched it once, yet it felt like it would explode with cum at any second.

The two lads moaned deeply as Carter's heavy balls bounced off Dalton's smooth ass. Terry continued to circle them, zooming in on different parts of their bodies as the two friend's fucked like wild animals.

Dalton didn't care that he was being recorded anymore, he didn't even care about the money. All he cared about was the immense pleasure that was burning through him rapidly.

His eyes were rolling as Carter fucked him hard. How was his friend so good at this?

The sound of sex filled the room, heavy breathing, moaning, balls slapping against skin, it was amazing.

"I'm gonna nut" Carter gasped.

"Jerk him too" Terry told him and with the words, Carter grasped Dalton's fat, leaking pole and began to stroke it in unison with his own thrusts.

Words couldn't describe the feeling that was pumping through Dalton's body. He had never felt anything like it before.

The young man could hardly breathe as his friend plowed his hole and milked his cock at the same time, and then it began.

It felt like a fire ripping through his body, but it wasn't pain that he was experiencing, it was the sweetest, strongest, most amazing pleasure he had ever known.

Unbeknownst to the lad, his prostate was being stimulated violently as Carter's long cock pushed against it.

Without warning, Carter moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he began to fill his best friend's hole with seed. He wasn't sure if he'd ever cum so much in his life, it felt like his cock was a hose and the fire in Dalton's tight hole needed to be extinguished.

Dalton shook, feeling his bowels fill with heavy sperm, he moaned too. His body tightened, his balls did as well and a moment later, a rope of thick, hot cum burst from his swollen cock and splashed against his chin and chest. More poured from him, splattering against his body as Carter continued to milk him.

The boys were breathless and red faced as they spilled their last drops of cum into and onto each other and then finally, it was done.

Terry peered down at them through the camera as they remained there, exhausted.

"Excellent work, lads" he whispered as Carter slid his wet cock from Dalton's open hole.

"Let's just get a shot of the cum spilling out. Dalton if you'd just push for me"

Dalton wanted no more orders, but he was still feeling as though he was in heaven.

He pushed and felt his mate's hot sperm dribble from his gaped hole and down his back.

"Magnificent" Terry gasped and a moment later, the lights turned on and Carter helped him to his feet.

"Nice work, mate" he whispered as they both walked naked over to Terry.

"You too" he grinned, watching as both of their cocks spilled fluid onto the floor.

"I think that was the best one yet, lads" Terry grinned, and handed them both an envelope each "and like I always say, there's plenty more where that came from"