Real Money - Part 1

Dalton sighed to himself as he washed the baby vomit off his shirt for the third time today. It hadn't been how he expected to spend his Friday afternoon, and it only barely beat being in school. He watched as Terry waved goodbye to the family and wondered if being a photographer was really what he wanted.

Work experience had so far been a drag. It was his second and final week and over the course of his time, he'd been puked on, shouted at, made at least three hundred cups of coffee and even helped a boy who had passed out due to the heat in the studio. He was ready to leave.

"One more thing before you go, Dalton" Terry said, returning to his laptop.

Dalton shuffled over to him. He was tired, sweaty and miserable, but it was nearly three which meant he was nearly free.

"I know I'm not supposed to pay you for work experience" the middle aged man said "but you've been a great help".

Dalton's eyes lit up. He genuinely had no expectation of cash, and despite the fact that he had gotten on quite well with Terry, he hadn't seemed like the type to part ways with his money for anyone.

The man pulled out his wallet and for the first time, Dalton noticed that he was actually quite handsome. His hair was beginning to turn grey in certain spots, but it suited him. He had dark features, tanned skin and he looked quite athletic.

"You really don't have to" Dalton smiled politely, but Terry ignored him.

"Here" he said, pulling out a wad of cash and handing it to the shocked young man.

"I... I can't accept all of this" Dalton gawped "I can't even accept any of it"

"Nonsense" Terry waved "you've earned it. Now go out tonight and do whatever you young lads do this day and age".

He stuffed it into Dalton's hand and turned back to his laptop. The young man didn't want to count it, but he knew that it had to be at least three or four hundred dollars. He wanted to hug Terry.

"That's more than I've ever had" he laughed, pushing it deep into his pocket.

Terry smiled up at him.

"Thanks Terry".

"Do you wanna' head off?" Terry asked him, and Dalton couldn't quite believe his luck.

Not only had Terry paid him, but he was also letting him leave early! Perhaps it wasn't so bad working here.

"Is... Is that okay?" Dalton asked, his cute face lighting up again.

"Yeah, but just do me a quick favour, will you?" Terry asked him, grabbing his very expensive camera that Dalton had been warned away from on more than one occasion.

"I think there's something wrong with the lens" the man said, lifting the camera to his face and snapping a photo of the wall.

Dalton wasn't sure what the man wanted him to do, he knew a lot about cameras, but not as much as Terry.

"Mind modelling for me for a minute, just so I can try to fix it?"

It hadn't been the first time Dalton had been put before the camera. On his first day, Melissa the receptionist had insisted that he model for Terry.

"You're just the most handsome boy!" She had said, grabbing his cheek like he was two-years-old.

Dalton was handsome, in a youthful, un-rugged kind of way, but he rarely recognised it himself. He walked to the backdrop and stood there rather awkwardly.

"Yeah, it's fucked" Terry sighed, snapping a few shots of the young man.

"Terry, I'm leaving to pick up Charlotte" came Melissa's voice from the door, Terry simply waved and she left.

"Thank god for insurance, huh?" He scoffed, twisting off the lens and replacing it with a different, much larger one.

He lifted the camera to his eye and snapped another photo of Dalton. He held it down, staring at the screen for a moment and seemed lost in thought. A minute later he looked back up at the young man and simply watched him.

"Umm... Is that one okay?" Dalton asked awkwardly, wondering why he was being studied.

Terry nodded, but continued to look.

"You're eighteen, right?" He asked and Dalton nodded.

The man seemed lost in thought again until finally, after glancing back at the door to ensure that they were in fact alone, he spoke.

"Do you want to make some extra cash, Dalton?" He asked seriously, and the prospect sounded amazing to the young man who nodded eagerly.

"We'll here's the thing" Terry said, stepping forward and lowering his voice slightly. "I shoot for an online magazine" he told Dalton "and they're always looking for fresh new models".

Dalton almost scoffed.

"I'm no model" he replied bashfully, feeling his cheeks glow.

"You're a damn sight better than some of the men on there on any given week" Terry replied, and there was no hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Dalton smiled awkwardly.

"Well if you think so" he shrugged.

What did he have to lose? He'd already been the guinea pig for the studio more than once, so at least he could get paid for it.

"It's not your 'standard' magazine, though" Terry continued, and now he sounded rather awkward.

"What type of magazine is it?"

The older man rubbed his stubble and looked back at the door again before turning to Dalton.

"It's a men's magazine" he told him "you know, what us old timers would call a nudey mag"

Dalton's brows lowered.

"It's your choice, of course" Terry said instantly "I just thought I'd mention it because the money is quite good".

"You mean, I'd have to take my clothes off?" Dalton asked, pretty shocked that Terry would even suggest such a thing.

"Sorry" Terry laughed falsely "that was inappropriate, I shouldn't have said anything".

Dalton watched him shuffle back toward his laptop.

"How much money are we talking?" He asked and Terry turned back to him almost instantly.

"Well" he said, clearing his throat "it depends. If you make the front page, which I'm sure you would, it's five hundred dollars, anything else is three".

The idea that Dalton could possibly double, or more, the money he already had, was almost mesmerising. He lived at home with just his mom and his little brother, and they'd never really had much.

"Can I do it more than once?" Dalton asked and Terry looked like he'd found water on Mars.

"More? Yes! I mean, if you want to, of course. There's a new issue every week, and I already have a regular guy who features in pretty much every edition".

"I just have to take off my clothes?" Dalton asked again "that's all?"

"Well, yes" Terry shrugged "but of course, the more open you are, the more likely they are to publish you".

"Open?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Let's just start off easy, shall we?" Terry smiled, picking up his camera.

"Now?!" Dalton asked, shocked "but what about Melissa?"

"She doesn't come back on a Friday" Terry smirked "she'll call me in about..." he checked his watch "thirty minutes to tell me that she's stuck in traffic, and that she'll see me on Monday".

Dalton glanced at the door and nodded.

"Let's just start with some topless shots, sound good?" The man asked, holding the camera to his eye.

The young man did indeed feel awkward, but who cared? All he had to do was take his clothes off and he'd get paid. The idea of Terry watching him, whilst weird, wasn't all that bothering. Terry had a wife and kids, so it seemed obvious that he wasn't doing this for any sexual gain, or so Dalton assumed.

Dalton lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and began to pull it over his head.

"A little slower" Terry instructed, and Dalton slowed down, revealing his smooth, lean body, inch by inch.

It came off as Terry snapped away, the studio lights flashed with every capture and Dalton now realised why some people found the dizzying flashes quite off-putting.

"Okay, good!" Terry said "now face forward, grab the back of your neck and slide your elbows out to the side".

Dalton had never actually modelled before. On one hand it felt weird to be posed by another person, as though he were an animal in a zoo, but on the other hand, it was the ultimate compliment to be standing there, topless and posing for a magazine.

"Excellent. Very good, stay like that. Good lad"

Terry snapped more photos, standing on his tip toes, kneeling down, standing back, standing forward. Dalton wasn't sure where exactly to look.

"Alright, turn around and put your hands around the back of your head, look right at the camera through your arm and shoulder".

Awkwardly, Dalton somewhat followed the order.

"Perfect, well done, Dalton. Now, turn back to me and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your jeans".

This was it, in a few minutes Dalton knew he'd be wearing just his underwear. He also knew that it wouldn't be the end of his undressing, but it made him feel no less awkward. He did as he was told and hung his thumbs in his jeans.

"Fantastic, stay exactly like that.... And we've got it! Now pull them down".

Dalton could feel his face become red but slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them. Terry continued to take photos, the lights bursting on and off in quick succession as he lowered them to his ankles and stood back up.

"Fuck, you're doing great, Dalton!" Terry said excitedly, his finger bouncing off the shutter "turn around and put your hands on your ass".

Hearing such an explicit order from Terry made Dalton feel weird, but this was business, and so the young man grabbed his own plump buns and squeezed them.

"Offt! Some squeeze action" Terry laughed, and Dalton felt stupid "no, no, do it again, that was great!".

Terry took the photos from every conceivable angle until finally he stopped and looked through them.

"Great shots" he nodded "really great".

He glanced back up at Dalton who was standing with his pants around his ankles, his face red again. Terry laughed.

"Step out of them" he told the young man who did so a moment later.

"Alright, let's move to round two" Terry smiled, walking closer to Dalton than he had been so far.

Dalton stood uncomfortably as Terry began to take close up shots of his boxer-clad junk. The man told him to turn around multiple times, and even to stand to the side to get the outline of his dick.

"Okay, I think we can lose the boxers now" Terry said "are you feeling okay? Do you want to take a break or anything?"

"I'm good" Dalton smiled, though the idea of being fully naked was a little overwhelming.

"So just like the jeans, we're gonna' move real slow, the teasing shots are the best ones".

Dalton nodded as Terry stepped back and got into position.

"Whenever you're ready, Dalton" the man said and Dalton began.

He grabbed the sides of his boxer shorts and slowly began to lower them. He knew his face was more red than it had been so far, but Terry would likely edit that out in post. He could feel the fabric slide down his groin, brush by his shaved pubic hair and finally reach the base of his penis.

"Stay like that for a moment" Terry said, his finger pressing the shutter repeatedly "now keep going".

Dalton gulped silently and continued. He didn't want to look at either himself or Terry. He felt ridiculous.

The lights continued to flash all around him as Terry shot. The man got close again, then further away, then up, then down. Dalton was getting dizzy.

Finally, after what seemed like quite a long time, he felt his cock flop out and his boxers fell to his ankles.

"Amazing!" Terry announced, the noise of the shutter sounding five times a second.

"Turn around, Dalton"

Dalton was glad to hide his crotch for a moment as he turned his back to Terry.

"Same pose as before, if you can just pull your cheeks apart a bit, that would be great".

The instruction made Dalton squirm. Who would want to see that? He wondered, but what did it matter, he'd get paid for it.

He grabbed his cheeks again and prised them apart, Terry was now directly behind him and he wondered how he could ever look at the man in the eye after this.

"Just bend over slightly and turn your head back to me" Terry encouraged him and he did.

"Perfect, really great, Dalton" the man complimented "you're going to be front page for sure!"

Dalton smiled, but it felt very strange to be having any kind of conversation with Terry whilst he was in this state.

"Alright, can you get hard, do you think?"

The question threw Dalton. Even if he had wanted to get hard, he wasn't sure that he could have. Not like this.

The look on his face told Terry all he needed to know. The young man wasn't comfortable with the idea, so it was done.

"No problem!" Terry smiled, patting Dalton on the naked shoulder as he covered his crotch "we'll call it a day. Why don't you get dressed, bud".

Dalton didn't need to be asked twice. He grabbed his underwear, blushing again as he looked down at his own soft cock. It wasn't very impressive like that, and part of him wished he could show Terry how it looked when it was hard. He dressed quickly and walked away from the grey backdrop.

"We got some great shots, Dalton" Terry said "wanna see?" He turned the camera toward Dalton who blocked the view with his hand.

"No, thanks" he smirked "I don't see what you see" he laughed.

"Nonsense! You're a strapping chap" Terry grinned, rustling his hair.

"I'll get these edited and sent over to the guys, once they publish I'll give you a call and we can discuss money".

Dalton nodded.

"And of course, if you'd like to go again, we can"

He nodded again.

"And if you ever want to make real money, there's that option too"

Dalton looked at the man, confused.

"Real money?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, like the big bucks. I'm talking two or three grand for a shoot"

Dalton's eyes nearly burst from their sockets.

"Two or three grand!" He gasped "what do I have to do for that, cut my arms off?"

Terry laughed and turned to his laptop.

"The other guy" he said as he searched for something "between the photos and the videos, he pulls out like four grand a week!"

If Dalton hadn't known any better, he would have thought he was dreaming. The idea of having that much money was mind blowing.

"But it's not easy, especially for the straight lads" Terry smirked "look".

He turned the laptop around to Dalton who's eyes widened even further.

The first photo was of a young, naked man. His body was amazing, even in Dalton's straight opinion. His dick was hard and long and he was grasping it at the base, a rope of thick looking cum was spurting from the red glans and the young man's eyes were closed in pleasure.

Terry scrolled to the next one. It was the same young man, but he was on his hands and knees, looking back over his shoulder but Dalton's eyes fell to his ass. It was spread wide and a large looking dildo was embedded in it.

Then finally, Terry scrolled to a video and Dalton couldn't quite believe his eyes.

The young man was now in motion, laying on his back whilst a very muscular black man fucked him in the ass. He looked as though he was enjoying it, but Dalton wondered how on earth he could enjoy the feeling of being fucked by a man with a cock that large.

"So what do you think?" Terry asked finally "he's always up for collaborations, so you two could make a lot of cash together".

Dalton was still in shock. Not because of the photos, not even because of the video, but because the young man in the video was Carter Malone, his best friend since the second grade.

He glanced back to Terry who was smiling.

"I've got to go" Dalton said, his mouth dry and his heart racing "I'll be in touch"

With those words, Dalton hurried from the studio and out into the fresh air. How had he never known? How had he gone all this time and never known that his best friend was gay? Was he gay? Terry had said that it was difficult for the straight lads. But Carter looked almost delighted that the big black man was deep inside him.

He shook his head. At least he'd get the money for the photos that he'd done already, but how amazing would it be to make as much money as Carter was seemingly making? And where was Carter's money all going?

The questions flooded his mind as he walked. Could he ever bring himself to do something like that? Could he ever bring himself to do something like that with Carter?

For three thousand dollars, maybe he could.