I was broke as hell, rent due and no jobs lining up, when I saw the ad online: "Straight guys wanted for gay scenes, cash paid same day, no experience needed." It said 500 for a basic shoot, more for extras. I'm straight, always have been, girls only, but money's money and my dick didn't have to get hard if I didn't want it to, right? I replied, they sent an address, and two days later I'm knocking on some guy's door in a cheap motel outside the city.
The guy who opens up is older, maybe 40s, built like he lifts, shaved head. He looks me over. "You the straight one? Name's Rick. Strip and let's see what we're working with." No small talk. I pull off my shirt, jeans, boxers. My cock hangs soft. He nods. "Good size. You'll do. Camera's rolling in five. Rules: you do what I say, you get paid. Suck, fuck, whatever. Safe only unless you agree extra." I nod. Five hundred is five hundred.
He hands me a towel and points to the bed. "Lie back, get comfortable." The camera's already set up on a tripod. Red light on. Rick strips too, his cock thick and half-hard already. He climbs on the bed, grabs my dick without warning and starts stroking it slow and firm. "Relax, straight boy. Think about pussy if you need to." It feels weird but the friction works. My cock thickens in his hand. He leans down and licks the head, tongue swirling around the slit. I tense up but don't stop him. Feels good in a detached way.
"Open your mouth," he says. I hesitate. "Extra hundred if you swallow." I think about the bills. I open. His cock pushes past my lips, hot and heavy, tasting like skin and a bit of pre-cum. I suck like I'm told, bobbing my head, gagging a little when he thrusts deeper.
"That's it, straight guy sucking cock for cash. Look at the camera." My face burns but I do it. He pulls out and strokes himself while I catch my breath.
Next he wants my ass. "On all fours." Lube squirts cold on my hole. His finger pushes in first, then two, stretching me. It burns but he works it until I'm loose. "Breathe," he mutters. Then his cockhead presses against me. Slow push, inch by inch, until he's buried balls deep. I grunt, gripping the sheets. It hurts and feels full in a way I never imagined. He starts fucking, steady and deep, slapping skin on skin. "Tight straight ass taking dick. Worth every dollar."
He reaches around and jerks my cock while pounding me. My own dick gets rock hard despite everything. He angles and hits something inside that makes my vision blur. I moan without meaning to. "Yeah, straight boy liking it now." He fucks harder, faster, grunting. I feel his cock swell and pulse as he cums, condom filling hot inside me. He pulls out slow, slaps my ass. "Your turn to finish."
I roll over, stroke myself quick and rough, thinking of any girl I've fucked. Cum shoots across my stomach in thick ropes. Rick films it close. "Good shoot." He counts out six hundred in cash on the nightstand. "Come back next week, I'll double it for bare and you riding me." I take the money, get dressed, legs shaky. Walking out I feel the ache in my ass and the weight of the bills in my pocket. Straight or not, the cash felt better than I expected.
