Date: Sat, 31 May 2008 18:45:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Extra Money - Chapter 2

We were all quiet in the car on the ride back to the base.  Once there
everyone went their own way except that Bill hung around me for a bit.
"You were amazing!" he said tentatively.  Then he added, "Have you ever
done anything like that before?"

"Fuck no!  What do you think I am, some sort of fag or something." I said
quickly and probably too loudly.

"Sorry, wasn't trying to imply that.  You just seemed to really get into it
and wanted to do everything."

I looked sheepishly at him.  "I know, I think all I saw was dollar signs at
first and then it was just sex and I haven't had any in a while and all
just became overwhelming."  I looked up at him again and said, "I guess I
got lost in all of it."

He nodded, "I know what you mean."

I blushed a bit as I said, "I can't believe I had two guys in me at the
same time!"

He laughed then and said, "You must have been out of it!  You never had
both of us in you at the same time!  You may have thought that but Bob and
I were taking turns alternating who was in at any one time."  He looked at
me and I blushed again.  "I don't think even a seasoned guy used to getting
fucked could take two guys at the same time without some stretching, lots
of lube and practice!"  He laughed.

I blushed more then and he hit me on the shoulder and said, "I still think
what you did was amazing!"  He paused and then asked, "How much money did
you make, anyway?"

I hadn't counted and wasn't sure I wanted to count it in front of him, but
he kept insisting.  Especially, he said, since he had gotten me the gig.

I took out my envelope and looked around to see if anyone else was around.
You just don't flash a large amount of money in front of just anyone.  I
started counting the hundred dollar bills and was blown away when I reached
24.  Shit!

Bill was laughing and saying, "Party! Party!"

I told him to shut up.  I said I would buy him a drink to say thank you.
So we walked over to the enlisted men's bar.  I found one of the guys I
owed money to and discreetly paid him off.  I was counting on most of the
remainder going to fix up my car.

I bought Bill a drink.  He wanted a shot and insisted I have one as well.
Then he said one more.  After that he leaned in and said, "And one for each
time you were fucked."  I looked around to make sure no one was within
earshot.

So, I don't know how many shots later and a crap game I staggered back to
my bunk and crashed.

The next morning I tried to recall everything I had done at the bar, but my
head was pounding too much.  I checked my pants, which I was still
wearing. I found the envelope and saw that it contained twenty-seven
dollars!  Fuck!  Fuck! FUCK!

I cleaned myself up, took something for the headache and headed out to find
something to eat.  I needed grease!  It seemed to help with the hangover.

While I was eating Bill came in.  He got his food and came over, "How's the
head, Fred," he asked, chuckling at his alliteration.

"Hanging," I answered softly and then added, "And yours?"

"Yep, me too.  You sure were partying last night!  Wow!  Buying drinks for
everyone and betting wildly in that crap game.  Do you have any money
left?"  Bill dug into his food while he waited for my answer.

"No, the whole fucking thing is gone! Shit!  It's good I paid off one of my
debts before I blew it, but now I have nothing for the other guy or my car.
Fuck!" I said and pounded the table with my fist.

He held his head against the noise, which had threatened to rattle my head
off of my neck.  "Looks like you might need to make another trip to see my
friend, Walter."  He looked at me and said, "Want me to set you up again?"

I held my head and said, "Yeah, can I do it tonight and can I make as much
as I did last night?"  I looked at him and said, "Only this time I won't
let you get me drunk and blow it all!'

He laughed and said, "Yeah, you'll be blowing something alright!"

"Shut the fuck up!  I don't want everyone knowing about this or what we
did?" I said in a harsh whisper.

"Yeah, you are right."  He chewed his food a bit more and then said, "Let
me see if I can reach Walter right now."  He brought out his cell phone and
pressed one number.  He must have him on speed dial.

He then said, "Hey, Walt, I've got .." and he paused and listened.

"Yes, sorry, Walter, I'm sitting here with Fred.  You know the guy I
brought over last night."  He paused and smiled, "Yeah, that's the one, the
eager willing one."  He winked at me.

"Well, he's kinda down on his luck at the moment and he was wondering if he
could arrange another taping with you."  He listened for a bit more, said,
"No," listened some more and then handed me the phone.  "He wants to talk
with you," he said smiling.

I took the phone and said, "Hello?"

"So Fred you want to make some more money?" Walter said in a smooth tone.

"Yeah, I still need a bit more," I said feeling embarrassed.

"Wow, that wasn't enough money for you?" Walter asked, seeming to be
genuinely amazed.

"Let's just say that I was a bit reckless last night," I said, hating to
admit it.

"Well, Bill is not available this afternoon.  But he said he would lend you
his car to get you over here.  I can arrange for a couple of guys to work
with you.  I know I can make it worth your while.  What, you want to make
about the same as last night?"

"Wow, yeah!  That would be awesome?"  I said seeing dollar signs again.

"Any limits on what you will or won't do?" he asked and I thought I could
hear his smile.

I was thinking of the list of prices from the form last night, "No, not
that I can think of."

He laughed and said, "That sounds great!  How about 2 o'clock?  Then we can
have plenty of time for making the videos."

"Great!" I said and handed the phone back to Bill and then realized he said
plural, `videos'.  Bill asked about his referral fee and seemed to have
gotten a satisfactory answer.

He closed he phone and looked at me as he put in back in his pocket.  "So,
you are all set," he smiled and then added, "You aren't getting hooked on
this stuff are you?"

"No, asshole!" I said so angrily that he would even suggest it.  "I just
gotta have that money."

"Sorry, I completely understand," he seemed sincere.

While we finished breakfast, he asked about my high school, friends and
family.  I talked to him about his as well.  It was nice to trade
information and get to know someone, more than just their name.  I wondered
why I hadn't been able to do that with any of my barrack's guys.

He gave me the keys and the directions and said I could drop them off back
at his barracks when I got back.  He promised with a big smile that he
wouldn't get me drunk tonight.

I thanked him and headed back to my barracks.  I straightened up my stuff
but then laid down on the bunk.  No one else was around as most had gone
off base on leave to visit girlfriends or find girls.

That got me to thinking about all the things that had gone on last night.
I knew I was a man, a military masculine man.  So I couldn't be some fruit
who liked to be with guys.  I flexed then admired my biceps.  I knew I had
really gained strength and definition since I joined.  I was a real man!
Damn right!

But images of what went on last night kept flashing through my mind.  My
dick started to get hard and I thought, it's because it was sex.  Any kind
of sex turns me on.  That was it.

I dozed off and had a dream of the sergeant coming into the barracks and
announcing to all the guys that I was open for business and to line up at
my bunk for a free fuck.  I woke up in a tangle of blankets sweating and
trying to remember what happened next.  Had I fought them all off or had I
bent over my bunk and let them have me.  I shivered at the thought but
realized I was sporting a boner.

I took a cold shower and got myself together.  I put on fatigues again,
found Bill's car and headed over to Walt's, I mean, Walter's place.  My
hands were sweating on the steering wheel all the way there.

My heart was beating rapidly as I walked up to the door.  Was I really
going to do this again?  But once again, I was seeing dollar signs and
would pretty much do anything for that kind of money.

Walter greeted me at the door.  He had me sign the same form as the night
before.  "Want a beer?" he asked and then added, "You look a little bit
nervous today."

"Sure, that would be great and well, yeah, a little." I said wiping my
hands on my fatigues.

He handed me a beer and then led me into the living room/filming room.
There was one other guy there.  I was disappointed because I knew the more
guys the greater the amount of money I could receive.  Walter must have
sensed this because he said, "Tom is here for your first session.  I have
some other guys coming in a couple of hours.  They couldn't get here this
soon."

He introduced me to Tom and then started the video.  "Tom what do you do?"

"I am a junior in college."  He sounded just a bit nervous.

"And you came in today for an audition, right?"  Walter asked.

"Yes.  My roommate told me about this and how I could make some money."

Walter went through the whole thing about what kinds of girls he liked and
if he had ever done anything with another guy.  Tom said that he had jerked
off with a friend in high school but that was it.

Walter asked him if there was anything specific he wanted to try with
another guy.  "Well," and he looked at me and blushed a bit, "I'd really
like trying to fuck a guy.  I hear it can be pretty awesome."

"We'll have to see how the chemistry works out between you and Fred."

He then went through the same kinds of interview questions that he had the
night before with me, but this time when he asked if I had ever done
anything with another man I had to answer differently.

"Well, last night I did a video session with you and fooled around with a
couple of the guys there," I said vaguely.  I didn't really want to be too
specific.

"I am going to put on some porn for you guys.  You just get relaxed and
we'll see where it goes."  He started a porn tape.  I noticed that he
didn't start it with much foreplay, but getting right into the action soon.

Since I had been through this once before, I was a little bit less certain
about stroking and pulling out my dick than I had been last night.  I was
soon hard and pushed my fatigues down and just played with my dick as it
stuck through the fly in my boxers.

I saw Tom take a look at what I was doing and he went back to squeezing his
dick through his pants.  But soon I guess he figured what the hell and
upzipped, lifted up and pushed his jeans down as well.  He had come
commando, so no underwear stopping point.

Not to be outdone, I pulled off my t-shirt then pushed my boxers and pants
down.  I toed them off and kicked them out of the way.  I now sat with just
socks and my dog tags.  I went back to stroking.

Tom hesitated just a couple of moments before stripping down as well.
Walter was moving around with a hand held camera while the one on the
tripod continued to film.

He moved down and shot from the floor up towards my face.  He told me to
spread my legs wide.  I did and after a couple of seconds of that he told
me to lift my legs up to show my hole.  I scooted down a bit and grabbed my
legs to lift and spread.  I squeezed my hole tight and then relaxed hoping
that is what he wanted me to do.  I saw him smile at that.

He had Tom do the same but Tom seemed reluctant to show his asshole.  He
finally did, but only briefly.

After a bit of stroking, I reached over and took Tom's dick in hand.  He
looked like a typical frat guy to me: smooth chest, a bit of definition and
that rosy apple cheeked complexion.  His pubic hair was a tangle of brown
wiry hair.  His dick had to be 6 or 7 inches long and thick.  His balls, I
had to laugh, looked small, like walnuts, not big extra large eggs like
mine.

He tensed up when I first touched his cock but then leaned back and let me
stroke him.  After a bit of this, he half-heartedly reached over and
stroked mine.

Knowing that I needed to ring up the cash register, I leaned over and
licked the head of his cock and then looked up at him.  His eyes were big
and round and his mouth made an "O".  Since he didn't indicate any
displeasure I turned back and took the head in my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around it and noticed his taste was different than the
guys last night, not that I remembered too many distinctions last night. I
worked my tongue back and forth over his piss slit and he moaned.  I tasted
something different then and supposed that he was leaking precum.

He made no attempt to have me raise up so he could have a go at my hard
throbbing cock, so I continued on a bit more while Walter stuck the camera
down and got close ups of me working on Tom's cock.

Something about being filmed was getting to me.  I really hadn't known I
was such an exhibitionist.  I stroked my cock because it was begging for
attention.

Finally, I came up off of his dick and said, "You want to fuck me?"

He nodded and Walter handed him a condom.  He got it on quickly and then
asked how to do this.  Walter suggested that I sit on his cock.  I found
this strange because it indicated a more active role on my part, like I was
initiating it.

But I moved up and held Tom's cock.  I positioned it at the entrance to my
hole and then let gravity ease me onto his cock.  I gasped as the head
entered.  I had to reach back and hold myself up until the pain eased.  I
didn't recall that from last night, but then again, I was caught up in the
lust of the moment.

Once the wave of pain passed I lowered myself all the way down on his dick.
He sighed and I felt him flex in my ass.  Then he took over and started
moving my hips up and down on his dick.

He did that for a bit, then said we had to change positions.  He wanted me
on all fours and he went at me from the back.  I guess it gave him more
control because he was soon holding onto my ass and pounding into my ass.
I could feel his balls slap against mine.

I was hard again and used one hand to reach back and stroke while the other
supported me.

Walter told me to make sure I didn't come without telling him.  And he told
Tom to pull out when he was ready to cum.  He wanted him to shoot across my
back.

Tom was continuing to hit me hard and I felt his knob battering my
prostate.  It was electrifying.  He began to shout, "Take it bitch!" and he
slapped my ass, hard, a couple of times.

I heard him begin to moan.  He pulled his cock out, whipped off the condom
and began stroking over my back.  In just moments I felt the warm ropes of
cum covering my back.  He sighed and I felt him wiping his hand off on my
back.

I was reaching that point as well.  Walter told Tom to lay on his back on
the floor and for me to kneel next to him and jerk off and shoot on his
chest.  Tom looked so out of it when I moved up beside him, but I was soon
not caring what he looked like and I felt that rush overwhelm me and I shot
3 or 4 ropes across his chest and stomach.

I was panting by the time the last drops were squeezed out of my dick.  I
not only wiped my hand on Tom's stomach, but the head of my dick as well.

Walter asked Tom while still videoing how he liked fucking a man and Tom
said, "Man, it was so fucking tight!  It was amazing.  And I felt I could
be rougher with a man as well."

"So it is something you would do again?" Walter asked.

"Hell, yeah.  You pay me and I'll fuck all the guys you want me to!"

"How about the other way around?  You ready to give that a try?"  Walter
asked

The smile that had been on Tom's face vanished and he said, "No fucking
way!"  Then he looked at me.  I wondered what he thought of me allowing a
guy to fuck me.  But at that moment I didn't care I was making money.

Walter turned off all the video equipment and thanked us.  Said it looked
like a good session.

Tom started gathering up his clothes and getting dressed.  I reached for my
clothes, but Walter said, "Fred, why don't you just wait here while I
finish up with Tom?"

I said sure and sat back up on the couch.  When I leaned back in the seat,
I felt the wetness of Tom's cum on my back.  At first I was worried about
it getting on the furniture, but remembered that Walter covered them in
sheets or something.

Walter came back a few minutes later, "So Fred, you really did well in that
take."

"Thank you," I said and tried not to look down.  It was still difficult to
get used to having someone watch me and for me to do those things.

"I have another shot I would like to try that I think you would be good at.
You lay on your back on a table and then I tickle you.  You up for that?"
he asked, studying my face.

"Sure, why not.  As long as it adds to the session money, I am game for
anything." I looked him and tried to give a confident smile.  I wasn't sure
what anything meant in Walter's mind.

So I followed him into another room.  It was basically an empty room, with
a large padded table and a tripod with a camera on it.

"Here, let's put this blindfold on."  And before I could ask why, he
explained, "This way you won't know where the tickling is going to hit next
or when it will hit."

I let him tie the blindfold on.  I realized it really did block out all
light.  I couldn't see light at the edges at all.

He led be over to the table and told me to lie on my back.  He had me scoot
over until I was in the middle I guess.  Then he attached some sort of cuff
to my wrist.  I jerked my wrist back and he said, "It's just so you won't
hit us or anything."

While I still had my doubts, I thought it sounded logical.  He proceeded to
restrain each wrist and then each ankle.  I began to feel very vulnerable
here.  My heart rate increased as well as my breathing rate.

"Take a deep breath, Fred, its okay."  It took me a couple of times to
finally be able to draw in a breath and hold it.  I managed to do this a
couple of times.

"That's better."  His voice seemed further away.  I was shocked when he
touched the bottom of my left foot.  He hit a ticklish spot right off the
bat and I started laughing.  I tried to jerk my foot away but it couldn't
go anywhere because of the restraint.

He hit the other foot then and alternated back and forth, driving me crazy.

Then he hit my arm pits and again I tried to pull away, but couldn't.  It
was maddening!

He found a spot on my sides, almost in line with my navel.  I tried to
twist my body out of the way.  It did no good.

He kept this up for an untold amount of time.  I was laughing so hard,
tears would have streamed from my eyes if it had not been for the
blindfold.

Then he stopped and that was a shock in and of itself.  The total lack of
sensation was so weird at that point.

I heard a buzzing next and wondered what he was going to do next.  I felt a
quick stiff snap across my right nipple and flinched.  He touched the other
one then and it was like electricity flowing through me.

"It's just an electric toothbrush," he said and applied it again to a
nipple.  Wow!  The pain and the excitement it generated was amazing!  He
switched back and forth between them and I began thrashing my head.  It
felt so intensely sexual and painful at the same time.  I knew I had to be
getting hard.

He put it to the bottom of my foot and I would have leapt off of the table
had I not been restrained.  He seemed to get great joy in this and did the
other foot.

Then he touched it to the head of my cock and I tried to buck away.  It was
too intense.  "No, please!" I screamed.  He ran it around the head and then
up and down the underside of the shaft.  "NO!" I moaned out.

He shut off the toothbrush.  Next I felt him wrapping something around my
face and then forcing something into my mouth.  It was some sort of gag!  I
really began to panic then and tried to thrash my head back and forth to
get away from him, but it was no use, he still managed to get it into
place.

All the while he did this he said nothing.  I was breathing rapidly around
the gag by the time he finished.  "Deep breath, Fred and enjoy it."

I didn't know what `it' was.  But I took a deep breath.

I heard the buzz of the toothbrush again, but it seemed to be in a
different key this time.  I felt it at my arm pit and almost instantly knew
it wasn't a toothbrush.  It was clippers and he was cutting the hair in my
arm pit.

I tossed my head from side to side and tried to scream, NO! around the gag.
It did no good, he just kept going.  He did the other pit then and the
clippers were still on.

When I felt them at my crotch I thought about bucking, but realized that
could be harmful.  So I lay there trying to scream, "NO!" even louder
around the gag.

He took hold of my dick which had softened a bit and moved it around as he
shaved.  It swelled from the manipulation and he continued to work over my
crotch.

The buzzing stopped.  But then I heard a sound and when I felt the cream on
my groin, knew it was shaving cream.  I lay very still then as I felt the
cold metal of the razor dragging around my crotch.

He pulled my ball sack out and shaved it.  I was very worried he was going
to nick something.

When he finished he wiped the remaining foam off with a towel.

I heard his voice next to my right ear, "I am going to release your ankles,
so I can reposition them.  Do you understand?  You are doing great and you
are going to get a nice fat envelope when we are all done.  Okay?"

I thought for a moment.  I was already shaved and he had been careful it
seemed.  And I saw that thick envelope again.  I nodded my head.

"Good boy," he said and patted my head.

He released my ankles and then brought them back towards my head.  He
attached them to something there that held them in place.  It was not a
comfortable position!

I heard the shaving foam again and wondered what he was going to shave now.
As soon as I felt the foam on my ass, I knew what he was up to.  He was
spreading the foam along my crack.  I clenched my hole tightly closed as he
began to use the razor in my crack.

Working swiftly and with care, it seemed, he shaved up and down my crack.
I felt him use the towel again.

"Okay, Fred, I am going to remove the gag and then the restraints.  Are you
going to be okay when I do that?"  I wondered if he was asking if I was
going to beat the crap out of him.  But the thick enveloped flashed in my
mind again.  I nodded my head.

He undid my ankles first and it felt good to be able to stretch them out
again.  I flexed my feet as he worked on my wrists.  And last he removed my
gag and then the blindfold.  I blinked at the lights and the focused on
Walter's face.  He was smiling.

"You have done great Fred, really wonderful.  One of the best military guys
I have been able to work with in a long time."  He had me sit up.  He
handed me a beer and said, "I have a couple of guys that are here now and
I'd like to do one last shoot with you and them.  Are you up for that?"  He
asked with a big smile making sure I caught the pun in his question.

I looked down at my naked crotch with my nearly hard dick.  What the fuck,
I had come this far and I sure did need the fucking money.  "Sure, why
not," I said.  I had no idea what I was in for when Walter led me into a
new room.  I looked around and saw 3 guys standing there.  They appeared to
range in age from 20 to 50.  The 50 year old looked like some biker guy,
hairy, big and tough.

The 20 year old look like another college student, except a bit thinner
than Tom.

The last guy looked to be in his 30's or so.  He had buzz cut salt and
pepper hair and the look of military about him.

"This is Fred," Walter said, "And this is Tom, Dick and Harry."  He started
laughing at his own joke.

They nodded their heads at me and I wondered what I was in for now!

So many requested another chapter -- so here it is!  Comments,
suggestions and photos always appreciated.  harryrod575@yahoo.com

Have fun

harry