Easy Money

'Help wanted: Youthful, anatomically correct male needed for nude posing. Must be at least eighteen, but must look younger. 555-5555.'

This ad handn't been there the day before, but most ads like this were posted by perverts wanting to give a guy twenty bucks and a blow job, and I had sworn to myself that I would never stoop that low. One of the guys in my dorm had called on an ad like this one and had taken off running when a fat old man answered the door stark naked and stroking his johnson.

I was eighteen and as far as I knew I was 'anatomically correct', and I definitely looked young. I only had to shave about once a month, and cops were always pulling me over because I looked too young to be driving, and in addition I was pretty small for an eighteen-year old.

I called on the ad only because there was a slight chance that it had been posted by a legitimate artist, ans as luck would have it a woman answered the phone and gave me directions to her house, and we agreed to meet on Thursday, when I had no afternoon classes.

I had a paper route as a kid and I had to ring on doorbells to collect, and I learned to judge what the people inside were like by the way they kept house and by the odors wafting through their open doors. A house that reeked of cigarette smoke or pet urine usually contained assholes who didn't pay on time or who would bitch because their paper had landed in a pile of dogshit that they hadn't cleaned off their porch. Creepy old men with B.O. usually wanted you to come inside while they wrote out a check, and houses that looked and smelled clean usually held prompt paying, polite people. This home was well kept and the yard was clean.

"Hello." The well-dressed thirty-something year old woman said, before turning to call out, "Honey! He's here!"

'Honey', also named Dave, invited me in and led me to the living room. There were pictures of both them and their grade school age kids on the wall.

"Well, you certainly look young enough." He said. "I'll need to see some proof of age before we go any further."

I handed him my driver's license and university ID card, both of which had my photo and listed my birth date.

"Teri and I, basically, are pornographers." Dave explained, satisfied that I wasn't a minor. "We make novelty postcards and do illustrations for adult magazines. Here's a sample."

He handed me a picture of the hideous Michael Jackson, nude, stroking his meat in a room full of young children.

"Obviouly we can't just go up to a person like him and ask him to strip down and perform for us. We use the body picture of a model, digitally add the face, and then mix in the images of children. It's all perfectly legal as long as the children aren't seen nude or engaging in sexual acts. Our current project involves some posing by a young man that we would like to represent as being fifteen years old. All you have to do is pose naked in a variety of positions for us, and you can wear a mask to hide your face. You will need to sign off as being the model in the pictures and state that you are eighteen. Oh, by the way, it pays a hundred dollars and will take about two hours."

It was against my personal moral code to pose naked in front of anyone, much less a woman, but my need for money overcame my reservations and I agreed. They led me to their studio, which was a former bedroom in the large house, and asked me to undress. The room was very warm and both Dave abd Teri stripped down to shorts and t-shirts to work.

"You have a nice build." Teri commented as I undressed.

"Thanks. I was a high scholl wrestler, and I took state in my weight class. I don't wrestle now, but I still work out in the weight room every week."

"Don't be bashful," Teri said when I was down to my shorts. "We do this all of the time and I've seen more guys nude than anyone but a doctor or prostitute."

A large table covered by a soft blanket and surrounded by large floodlights was in the center of the room. Dave had both still and video cameras, and he worked them constantly, giving me directions on what he wanted while Teri helped position me and hold reflectors for him. They worked well as a team and despite me assuming some extremely embarrassing positions there was never any sexual inuendos or even a hint of impropriety until the last scene of the day, in which I was supposed to get an erection, no hands allowed, while he got it all on tape.

"Just close your eyes and relax, and think of how it was the last time you had sex." Teri suggested. Maybe I was a prude, or insecure about the size of my dick, but for whatever reason I couldn't get it up and Dave was getting a little impatient.

"Hey Chris," Teri called to me, "check this out."

I opened my eyes and turned to see what she wanted. She had slipped her shirt up to bare her boobs and was seductively rubbing her crotch.

"Fantastic!" Dave said. "That's just perfect!"

It was only then that I realized I was sporting about as big a boner as I had ever known.

"You're pretty good at this." Dave commented after I had cooled off and dressed. "Most guys can't get it up like that without stroking themselves."

It was only then that I remembered that Teri had been standing out of his sight when she did her srtip-tease act for me.

"Here's a hundred dollars, plus twenty for a tip. Go out and have a good time tonight, you earned it." Dave said, passing me the money.

I was really releived, and I thought right up until the last minute that he might try to stiff me. I wasn't going to be partying much, but at least now I could make it until June without having to bum toothpaste and deodorant from my roommate.

"Thanks." I said, meaning it.

"We have another project pending," Teri interjected, "and you might want to consider it too, if you're interested. It pays five hundred dollars."

Five hundred dollars! Hell yes, I was interested. That much money would let me live large for the rest of the term, and maybe even give me a chance at a social life for a change. College at a co-ed school is supposed to be a fantastic opportunity for a young man to enjoy sex, but it sure hadn't been for me. The tough, macho types may be able to just snap their fingers and get laid, but guys like me have to work at it and it takes both time and monet to date. I'm not that great of student and I have to hit the books pretty hard, and my economic status doesn,t leave me anything left over to take girls out and entertain them. I probably have a school record here as the only freshman to get laid only twice in seven months. My roommate and his squeeze came in really drunk one night, and he fell asleep before I could split and leave them alone. She was really horny and we climbed into my bunk and got it on before she climbed in with him and went to sleep. Another time I got talking to this chick that was working in a grocery store. She said she was eighteen, and in college, and wanted to get to know mw. We got to know each other really well one night before I learned that she was only fifteen. She thought that I was lying about being eighteen and in college. She could have nailed me with statutory rape.

"What do I have to do for five hundred dollars?" I asked.

"The same thing that you did today, but the poses are a little more provocative, and you have to ejaculate. Th guy is supposed to be fourteen, so you'll have to lose most of the hair on your legs and belly."

I didn't care much for the last part. My roomie was on the swim team and I was always giving him shit because he shaved down for evry meet. If he saw me that way he would hand it right back to me, and there was no way that I could hide it from him.

"I'll have to think about it." I said. "I don't much go for that kind of stuff."

"Suit yourself." Dave said. "But don't wait too long. E-mail me by Suday or we'll find someone else."

Teri brushed my crotch and winked as I left their house, and I think that is the real reason I accepted their offer.

'Shave your armpits and everything not covered by a jock strap, and try not to ejaculate until then.' The instructions said.

Visualizing Teri as she stood there topless made the last request diffucult, but I was packing a week's the next Thursday afternoon.

"His bush is a little thick for a fourteen-year-old." Teri said when I was naked. "We'll have to thin it up a little."

The vibration of the hair clipper was almost more thatn I could stand, and Teri had to stop once to let me cool down, and I nearly lost it when she put some warm shaving cream on me to touch up a couple of spots that I had missed.

"We had better do the cum shot first," Teri said, "or his white count will go to zero before we're ready."

For the cum shot I was suppposed to stand with my legs spead and shoot right into the lens of the video camera. No contact was to be made with my dick, so Teri used a long, soft feather on the back of my balls. Teri was very adept, and she kept me right on the edge for a long time before slipping a greased finger into my ass. That was all she wrote and my week's accumulation covered the lens.

"Excellent!" Dave said, enthusiastically. "I've never seen one better."

I clearly remember the amazement I felt the first time I masturbated, and the memory of losing my virginity was forever etched in my mind, but neither of those orgasms had been anywhere near as intense as this. I lay back catching my brath while Dave went into the washroom to clean the camera and put in a new tape. He had just left the room when Teri came over, kneeled beside me, and took me into her mouth. I was too suprised to move, even if I had been inclined to do so. "It takes him at least ten minutes to clean the camera." She said. "Let's see what we can do in that amount of time."

The rest of the afternoon was spent filming me in just about every condition but hard.

I slurged that night and bought pizza and beer for just about everyone on my dorm floor.

"What did you do, rob a bank?" My roommate wanted to know

"Nah, just some gainful employment."

Dave contacted me a week later with an offer for even more gainful employment, and although I didn't need the money I felt I was obligated to hear him out, so the next Thurday I rode my bike over to their house.

"Most of the guys who respond to our ads are gay." Dave said. "It pleases me to know that you're the exception."

My face grew red and I wondered how much he knew.

Dave then explained that he knew all about what Teri had done to me, and that it was all part of the plan. He had another project in mind that involved a young boy having sex with an older woman, and what it all boiled down to was he was offering a me a thousand dollars to fuck his wife. I sat beet red and tongue-tied for a long time before I could even speak, and then I wasn't sure what to say.

"Think about it for a week." Dave rescued me. "I can tell you one thing for sure, it will be the best sex you'll ever have. I should know, as Teri and I have beeen together for twelve years."

I was back at their place the following Sunday. This project was going to take a while, so they had sent their kids to a friend's house for the dat so we wouldn't be disturbed.

Dave was right about the sex. It was fantastic. The first time I ever masturbated was on my thirteenth birthday when a cousin shared his Big Secret, and for the first year my thoughts as I pounded away were only on how good it felt. Late on I fantasized about getting laid, and after that milestone had passed my masturbatory thoughts focused on the more exotic things that a girl might do. Two weeks ago Teri had solved the blow job mystery and by the end of this day I would have to rack my brain for new material.

We started with some tame missionary type stuff, and as the day progressed we got wilder. The one we had just finished had me tied to the bed while she rode me. The leather cuffs were soft enough not to hurt me, and I was actually enjoying the bondage as she sucked me until I was hard and then straddled me and grabbed my balls. I worked up a sweat and I think Teri actually had an ogasm at the same time as mine.

"What do you think?" She asked her husband. "Do you have enough on film?"

"Yes, all but the finale." Dave answered, inserting a fresh tape into his camera.

"I don't know if I can handle another one." I volunteered. Five orgasms in the last few hours had sapped me, and it would take some major excitement to get me up again. Every guy dreams of having all of the sex he can handle, but my handle was just about worn out.

They didn't seem to be in a hurry to unfasten my bonds, but were just getting set up for the next scene. I hadn't read any script or anything, so I didn't know just what the plan was, but I was still suprised when Teri came back into the room with a red object with straps attached to it and inserted it in my mouth and fastened the straps behind my head.

"This next scene is going to earn you an extra thousand dollars, plus royalties." Dave said as he grabbed my sore balls and hoisted me up so that Teri could slide a plastic tarp under me. Teri then sat on my face, allowing my recent deposits along with her own juices to ooze over me as she pinched my scrotum below my balls and pulled it away from my body.

The pain almost blinded me, but the gag kept me from emitting anything more than a garbled howl as Teri sliced to bottom off of my scrotum, excised each of my nuts, and fianally knifed them free.

They dropped me off near the hospital, and when the police raided the house they found it empty, except for two small objects in the freezer.

The film Dave shot must be selling pretty well, because I still get checks from some obscure numbered account. I cash these and hire a hooker to fuck my ass with her dildo, and as she does I think about what I'm going to do to Teri and Dave when I find them.