"One hundred dollars each. No cameras and you don't touch us, right?" demanded Silas. He was still a little skeptical about the arrangement. It was one thing to agree to this and it was another to show up and do it and now Silas was looking for any reason to back out, but Steve was as cool as could be. He just sat down in a chair in the middle of the bedroom. Other than a large oak dresser and a side table there was no other furniture.
"That's the deal. I'll just sit in my chair and watch."
"And how long are we supposed to do this?"
"As long as you need."
"And are you going to touch yourself or anything?" Silas wanted to know.
"Perhaps, but not at the beginning. To start with I just want to watch."
"Let's have the money. I want it now."
"I'll tell you what." Said Steve calmly, pulling a long elegant brown leather wallet out of the breast pocket of his tailored suit jacket. "I'll place the money on the dresser so you can see it and you can pick it up when you're done. Fair?"
Silas looked my way. "Jonas?" He asked me and I answered with a shrug.
"OK." Silas said, sounding a little defeated.
Steve took two one hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and placed them on the dresser, then returned to his chair, elegantly folding his hands on his lap. He had a pleasant, nondescript look on his face. I thought he could have been sitting at the opera instead of waiting for two 18 year old high school kids to jerk off in front of him.
I looked over at Silas. He was nervous. The money was on the table, he'd run out of objections and he was realizing he'd actually have to go through with this. Steve was seated facing the bed and I now saw that a towel had been laid out on each of the near corners. Taking my cue I left Silas at one corner, walked over to mine and with my back to him I pulled off my shirt as matter of factly as I could. I was doing my best to avoid eye contact, but when I sat down I glanced over at Steve who I saw was watching us intently, but he hadn't moved an inch in his chair.
I'd met Steve at a formal dinner about a week ago. I had an after-school job as a waiter. Usually it was weddings, but this time it was some kind of fashion event. Everyone was extremely well dressed, but I thought that Steve looked especially dapper. His salt and pepper hair was stylishly cut and his classic tailored suit sat perfectly on his slim 5'10" frame. He was seated with 3 other men who I guessed were all in their late 40s or early 50s and all obviously gay. I considered myself straight, but I didn't have a problem with gay men, in fact I preferred them because they usually tipped me really well.
Steve was extremely polite with me, complemented me on my looks and kept chatting with me whenever I came over to their table. He asked me my name and where I studied. Towards the end of the evening when I was just about off shift he found me and asked if I'd like to come to his place some time. I told him I wasn't gay and that's when he asked if I'd consider coming over and giving him a show some time for money. I said I wouldn't feel comfortable going to his place alone so he suggested I bring a friend. I needed the money so I said I'd think about it and took his number.
My friend was now sitting naked on a towel on one corner of the bed, staring at the ceiling and stroking himself. I knew Silas from school. I'd asked him because he was constantly talking about jerking off, usually after describing the tight body one of our classmates, Mary Sanders. I waited until it was just the two of us and brought it up like I was just telling a story about this weird rich guy I'd met. As expected he was a little weirded out, but the more we talked about it the more I could tell he was thinking about it. I pointed out that he masturbated all the time for free and he could close his eyes and pretend he was alone, so he agreed to try it.
We weren't best friends or anything, but we'd shared some of classes and we hung with the same group. If you'd asked I'd have said he was handsome. He had straight brown hair that he kept medium-length, prominent cheek bones and a square jaw, but he was also just "one of the guys" and I'd never really thought about his body or anything like that before. Now that we were here I was really curious what he looked like. I acted like my neck was stiff and rolled my head as an excuse to sneak a glance at Silas. I saw that his head was back and his eyes were closed tight so I felt it was safe to check him out a little.
He was around 6'1" and had a nice, slim, athletic body with defined pecks, a flat stomach and for some reason I remember thinking he had really nice thighs. His legs were spread and his cock was only semi-hard, maybe 6 inches long and kind of thin. He kept pulling at it, but couldn't get fully hard. I guess he was distracted. I guess I was distracted too because I lost track of time as my eyes poured over every nook and cranny of his naked body. When I realized I'd been staring I first double checked that Silas' eyes were still closed, then I looked over to Steve. He'd obviously noticed me checking out Silas and if I wasn't mistaken he had a little wry smile on his face.
Silas took a little convincing to put on this little show. I think he was worried that jerking off in front of a guy was "gay" so I took great pains to reassure him he jerked off at home all the time and that didn't make him gay. He wasn't doing it because it turned him on after all. This was just a way to get some easy money. That's why I was doing it, I said, just to make some extra money. If truth be told, I wasn't worried whether this little show was "gay" or not, I was worried Silas would figure out that this did turn me on. I'd turned my back to him as I took off my clothes not out of modesty, but so he wouldn't see the erection I'd been trying to hide since before we got in the house.
I dated girls and I'd had my crushes, but lately all of my fantasies involved my math teacher Mrs. Chlebek. She was tall with broad shoulders, big breasts, a stern face and a quick temper. The first time I laid eyes on her I immediately realized I really wanted her to punish me. I had this whole scenario in my head where she was mad at me for screwing around and she'd make me stay after class. Once the other students were gone but the door was still unlocked she'd punish me by making me strip naked, bend me over her desk and spank me hard with a paddle until my ass was bright red. Then she'd take a dildo out of her desk and face fuck me with it as punishment for talking in class. The fantasy kept getting more and more elaborate and lately, with the dildo still in my mouth, she'd fuck me with a strap on while telling me in a stern voice that naughty students take it in the ass. It was even hotter when I pictured someone watching. Initially I'd imagined a couple of the cute girls in my class walking in and laughing at me as they watched me get pounded in the ass, but just recently I'd pictured our crusty old 60 year old principal walking in on us. He'd leave the door open and just stand there with folded arms and nod approval to Mrs. Chlebek at her methods and that was the biggest turn on of all.
Of course I didn't dare tell anyone about this fantasy and outwardly I'd talk with my guy friends, including Silas, about which of the girls in our class we'd like to bang. Back in reality Steve and I were still looking each other right in the eyes as I stroked my rock hard 5" cock. It seemed like Silas wanted to pretend Steve wasn't there, but as I stood there, next to the bed, fully exposed, erect penis in hand, seeing Steve seated in front of me, fully clothed, eating up my young fully body with his eyes, it felt silly to pretend this wasn't turning me on.
"Do you like the show?" I asked Steve. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Silas look at me in surprise as I spoke.
"Yes, very much. You're both too cute." Answered Steve.
"Yeah, what's cute about me?" I asked him. I was a shorter than Silas at 5'9" and very thin. When girls described me they usually used words like "tiny" and "scrawny," not "cute."
"You have a cute face with great dick sucking lips." he answered.
"Oh really?" I licked my lips. I guess I did have pretty lush lips for a guy. "I bet you'd love to see that." I teased.
"I would. I'd pay another $200."
This caught me off guard, but he'd opened a door and I was all in now. I looked over at Silas. He looked confused, but importantly he wasn't freaking out.
"We don't get paid until someone cums, right?" I asked Steve.
"That was the deal."
I slid over on the bed towards Silas.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Silas asked me a little startled.
