From: D One Subject: Summer Job Being Happy Date: 05 Aug 1998 00:00:00 GMT Roger and I had been going to his place since Spring. There, we'd pull weeds, trim hedges and other odd jobs. He made us wear shorts only ..saying it would be healthier for us. I shrugged, glad to take my shirt off...I had planned to do that anyway. "He's probably a fag" Rog whispered to me, but he didn't object to taking his shirt off. We posed for photos now and then for him too...clowning around. Roger held a rake handle between his legs and aimed the handle at my butt. And I played along, not sure what the joke was. The next summer we were knocking on his door again and he fussed over us saying how much we had grown, how our muscles were showing and stuff like that. Frankly, I liked the compliments..but Roger and I wanted to work his place for the summer again. To our delight not only did he agree but he showed us the new pool he had installed and we'd have to take care of that. There was only one rule, we couldn't wear cutoffs if we used the pool. Roger showed up the next day in his cutoffs and I wore my gym shorts. We did our work, getting red by the sun and sweating up a storm. The man appeared with ice tea and said he wanted to take photos of us. We posed flexing our new biceps and stomach definition...I had most of that. Roger asked if we could use the pool and the man reminded us of the rules. Roger unbuttoned his cutoffs and let them drop. He ran and dove intot he pool buck naked. The man laughed and asked about me. I had on my gym shorts but instead of just diving in, I pulled them off too and followed Rogers example. The man was all around the pool taking photos of us horsing around, diving with our bare butts in the air, wrestling and swimming. It was fantastic and the erection it gave me revealed how much stimulation I was getting. The man told me it was normal for guys our age and laughed. We swam some more then lay on the grass letting the sun dry our naked bodies. We knew the man was watching us from his window and perhaps taking photos again. But we both acted like we didn't care..and even turned over to show our dicks. From then on, we did our yard work and swam naked in the mans pool. One night he asked us to stick around for bar b que with some friends and we did. Most of the guests were men, but there were a few younger dudes like us too. And as it got dark and the party got goin, most of us skinny dipped in the pool. The man had announced that no clothing would be allowed since we'd have to clean out the cotten from the filters. Even I knew that was bogus. But Roger and I were used to it and didn't mind the on lookers as we joined the others diving, swimming, playing water volleyball and general horsing around again. "You two have a great time last night?" the man asked brinng us ice tea after we had cleaned up the yard. "I have a friend who was here last night and wants you two to model for him." That began a new career. Roger and I never told our parents about it or any friends. But we'd go to the address of the man's friend and pose wearing all kinds of uniforms, clothing, underwear and sometimes nothing. We got paid very well too. Our pockets always had rolls of twenty dollar bills and an occasionaly fifty dollar bill or two. Roger and I were going to college in the Fall and knew we'd have to have spending cash..so we spent some and saved most. If Roger hesitated to go to an appointment I would remind him of our college expenses or he would remind me. And we'd be there, as the photographer described what he wanted us to do or wear. It seemed like he had customers who had specific fantasies they wanted us to act out. Roger and I turned 18 shortly after graduation. Our yard customer threw a party for us..another bareass pool party and we were spanked by many of the guests and more then one made other offers too. By then we knew most of them were gay and we both enjoyed the attention, not to mention the money our special photographs got us. We continued to work in the yard too.....it became our private world. I wondered if we'd return after our freshman year in college. Now up till then, Roger and I had never had sex with anyone...or at least told each other about it. The man had jacked me off once..a year ago. And I found out later that Roger had accepted some offers for blowjobs from some of the party guests that first time. Our photographer called us and said he had a special offer he'd been saving until we turned 18. And he said five hundred dollars would be paid if we did all the things the customer asked for. Roger and I were there on time..not talking about the offer or what we suspected was going to be part of our action. First we posed naked, oiled ourselves and each other up while the photographer took many photos. I realized that outside of pretending like we were wrestling naked, we had never actually touched each other. My cock seemed to like it as Roger was oiling my back and butt. Then he had us pose as if we were sucking each other..and actually holding each other and holding each others dick, balls, or pinching each others nipples. I didn't complain and neither did Roger. The poses as if I were 69ing with Roger were exciting to me too...and we both had erections doing that. The photographer seemed excited that we did anything he said. The phone rang and he turned to us and asked if we wanted another two hundred dollars. That would be 550 for the fun we were having. We shrugged and said yes. We must have looked silly standing there naked, bodies sweaty and oily with our hands on our bare hips as if waiting for a bus. I giggled and Roger looked at me. "Can you believe what we're doing?" "College money" he said and smiled. His eyes were on my dick....he was looking at it openly "If you can keep it up, we can make more" he said. I bent over as instructed and felt Rogers hands on my hips. He moved close and I felt his erection against my buttocks. "Good that's it" We stuffed our cash into our pockets. "Nice work" the man said showing us the photos he had on his wall. There we were for two years of our life on his wall. He had bought all the photos..we suspected he had set up the entire thing. Frankly if we knew it was him, we would have posed for nothing, but he didn't seem to mind. "I have a special proposition. You two have never had sex with each other right?" Roger and I laughed and made remarks about doing that kind of thing. That was silly too since we were sitting on the edge of the pool after wrestling naked in the mans pool yet another time. The yard looked great, the flowers bloomed, there were not weeds and the fruit trees had been cared for so well, they looked like something out of a magazine. We listened carefully and stared in amazement when he told us how much we could earn the last weekend before we left for college. Roger asked me what I thought...and I said "hell for that amount of money..." but never finished the sentence. It was one hell of a party, lots of cars around, men..usually older ones...laughing drinking and so on. Our employer told us to stay in our shorts..to tease everyone. Our shorts were tight white Calvins..that showed off our butts and packages. Of course many of the men had seen us naked before...but tonight was different. The party sounds grew quiet as the special group staying late found a place to sit. All had video cameras or photo cameras. Roger and I stood facing each other. Carefully and slowly as the man had instructed we peeled each other's underwear off. Cameras had already begun to capture the special moments. As we had done for the photographer, we spread baby oil all over each other..but before we did it quickly so he could get the shots he wanted. That night we did it slowly since many of the guests had video cameras. As we did it, our eyes locked.....it was to help our concentration..but it became more. Our hands were examining each other now, skeleton, muscles, nipples, buttocks, balls, cock, toes, fingers, arms, armpits, neck. Our lips met and we ate each other forgetting we had been childhood friends...it had always been something more..and we were realizing it while the party guests watched. I knelt and took him in my mouth.....his hands held my short hair and then my skull, massaging, holding feeling and pulling me onto him faster and faster. I wanted to swallow him....his cock,balls, cum...all of him. He pushed me back taking me out of a near trance and we were really sixty nining each other now. We pulled at each other until our tongues were on each other's buttholes. Out of the corner of my eye I saw men fighting for a better view of what we were doing to each other. I knew we'd be doing it..but didn't know if Roger would do it to me first or I him. I felt his hands pulling my hips back onto his cock..I made a face of pain and then some other sensation as I was impalled on my buddies cock and became his butt slave. His cock took me....thrilled me.....made me squirm...made me want more....made me tighten my butthole to hear him moan and made me move back with each stroke so i could feel him deeper and deeper inside me. I ached when he popped out of me but was soon looking up at his shiny body as he sat on my own cock....his fingers tried to hold onto my nipples as he pulled himself down on my cock..and I bucked up into him..stroke after stroke. We both came too early...and the crowd's noises got quiet. They guessed it was over. But Roger and I weren't through at all and as we squirmed all around each other, our cocks showed we were far from finished. The cameras started again...still cameras clicked and the laughter and music subsided as all watched us work ourselves into a frenzy eating, biting, sucking and fucking each other...we tried different positions, I begged Rogger to fuck me harder and he obliged until my guts had his sperm deep inside me. He jacked me until I sprayed him with mine. And then we lay in an exhausted heap of flesh. The shower was warm and massaging...Roger and I didn't speak but soaped and rinsed each other. We kissed like lovers and playfully yanked each others flacid dicks. Neither of us knew what had happened to us that night..nor what it really meant, let alone what the future was going to be for us...as individuals or as friends. We dried off and helped each other do it too. As we walked back into the living room, everyone applauded. Our host and employer took our towels and we walked casually around naked...feeling our butts patted, our backs patted, hands shaken, our lips kissed and our cocks tugged now and then too. We were brought food, drinks, pot and more food. One of the guests decided we deserved a massage and we were soon being rubbed down on a table. "Want some more?" Roger asked as we sat after our massage had relaxed us. I thought he meant some private time togehter. Our employer said we could have a bedroom and stay the night. We walked across the living room and then Roger turned around to face me when we had stepped back on the mattresses where we had performed earlier. He held me, kissed me and we made love..not fast and furious this time...not animalistic either. But slow, involving, loving and sweaty hot love. I didn't hear the cameras going again...but knew they were. And I didn't care. One thousand dollars we split the next morning sitting naked at the breakfast table. Our host had made us belgian waffles as we swam nude, of course, in his pool. We'd stay most of the day we knew. Then Roger asked the man what he really wanted and he blushed as he told us. He was old man, overweight and kind of faggy..but we had grown to like him, enjoy his company, appreciate his money and felt like his home was our second home. We followed him to his bedroom and had a great time, having sex with him all that afternoon. Of course we knew he had wanted to do this since we first met him three years before..and we liked him for not trying to do it. We loved making his fantasy come true and gladly had our pictures taken with him so he had special photos of us to add to his collection. By our senior year in college, Roger and I were recognizable gay porn stars. It rarely hurt our studies..in fact more then one professor seemed not only to know who we were but be impressed by our determination to finish college. Roger and I had roomed together..everyone thought we were lovers. But we weren't really...we only had sex, real sex when the cameras were looking at us and when we did it was hot..fucking hot! We both had sex with others..but it was just sex. "What strange friends we are" I said to Roger as we lay on the grass by the pool where we had learned about ourselves. Roger's hand stroked my hair as he liked to do whenever we were alone. Our host and former employer sat with us. Beside him was a young kid who had befriended him. We three would be having sex later at the man's request while he took photos. "Friends? We're more then friends" Roger said. "What are we then?" I asked hoping Roger would answer the question I couldn't. "Happy" he said and somewhere in the depth of my gut, it was warm....content...satisfied and I knew he was right. The kid looked anxious, turned on obviously by the size of his erection and his child like eyes told us he wanted us and maybe more then we had planned on. It would be one hell of a summer.......no lawns, trees, just other chores to do..and yes, we were happy. The camera was clicking and I let out a yelp as he forced his way into my butthole. The camera captured it all...my face...Rogers fucking me and the entire scene.