Jake needed cash fast.
Rent was due and his wallet was empty, so when the ad popped up for "straight guys wanted for gay scenes, $800 per shoot, no experience needed," he clicked it. The guy on the phone sounded normal. "Show up, do the scene, get paid. You're straight, that's the point."
He walked into the cheap hotel room the next day. The director was a fat guy with a camera. The other actor was Mark, tall, built, with a thick beard and a hard stare. "You ready to suck dick for money, straight boy?" Mark asked, already stripping.
Jake nodded. He pulled off his shirt and jeans. His cock hung soft. Mark's was already half hard, veiny and heavy. "On your knees," the director said. Jake dropped. Mark grabbed his head and shoved his cock against Jake's lips. "Open up." Jake opened. The head pushed in, salty and thick. He gagged at first but kept going, bobbing his head like the director told him. Mark fucked his mouth slow at first, then harder, balls slapping Jake's chin. Spit ran down Jake's chest. "That's it, straight boy. Choke on that cock."
After ten minutes Mark pulled out and bent Jake over the bed. Lube hit his ass. A finger pushed in, then two. Jake grunted. It burned but he stayed hard because the director said to stroke himself. Mark lined up and shoved his cock straight into Jake's hole. No easing in. Full thrust. Jake yelled. Mark pounded him, hips slapping, balls hitting. "Take it, straight fuck. Your ass is mine today." Jake's cock leaked on the sheets. Every thrust hit something inside that made his dick twitch. Mark reached around and jerked him rough. Jake came first, shooting ropes on the bed while Mark kept fucking. Mark pulled out, ripped off the condom, and sprayed cum across Jake's back and ass. "Good boy."
They did three more positions that afternoon. Jake sucked Mark again while the camera zoomed in. Mark fucked him on his back, legs spread wide, staring down at him. "Look at the straight guy taking dick." Jake's hole was sore and open by the end. He walked out with eight hundred in cash and a sore ass.
Two weeks later the rent was due again. Jake called the same number. This time it was a different guy, younger, leaner, named Tyler. Same setup. Tyler made him get on all fours right away. "Spread those cheeks, straight boy." Jake did. Tyler ate his ass first, tongue pushing deep, getting it wet and sloppy. Then he stood and drove his cock in balls deep. Jake pushed back this time. He knew what to do. Tyler fucked him hard and fast, calling him names. "Fucking straight slut. You love this cock now." Jake reached down and jerked himself while getting pounded. He came on the floor. Tyler kept going, switched to long slow strokes, then short brutal ones. When Tyler came he pulled out and made Jake swallow the load. Jake did it without thinking. Another eight hundred.
By the fourth shoot Jake stopped pretending he was just there for money. The guy that day was older, thick, with a fat cock that stretched him wide. They started with Jake riding him reverse, ass bouncing on that dick while the camera caught every inch disappearing inside him. Jake's own cock stayed rock hard the whole time. He came without touching it, just from the pounding. The older guy flipped him over and fucked him missionary, pinning his legs back. "Tell me you want it." Jake said it. "Fuck me. Use my straight ass." The guy came deep inside him, no condom this time because Jake asked for it. Jake left with cash and cum leaking down his thigh.
He kept going back. Different guys, different rooms, same raw deal. One shoot had two tops at once. They took turns on his mouth and ass, switching holes, making him clean their cocks with his tongue between fucks. Jake's ass gaped by the end, cum dripping out of him onto the sheets. He jerked off twice during that one. Another time the guy made him beg for the load on his face. Jake begged. The hot cum hit his tongue and cheeks while the camera rolled.
The money stacked up. His ass stayed loose and hungry. Straight porn didn't do it for him anymore. He watched the videos of himself getting fucked and got hard every time. The last shoot of the month was with Mark again. They didn't need much direction. Jake dropped to his knees the second the door closed. He sucked Mark's cock like he was starving, deep throating until his eyes watered. Mark bent him over and fucked him slow and deep, then fast and mean. Jake came first again, hole clenching around Mark's cock. Mark pulled out and painted Jake's hole with thick ropes, pushing some back in with his fingers. "Still straight?" Mark asked. Jake just laughed, wiped his face, and took the cash.
He kept the videos on his phone. Sometimes he watched them at night, stroking himself, remembering every thrust and every load. The straight guy who answered the ad was long gone. The guy who stayed was the one who spread his legs for cash and liked it.
