Date: Thu, 2 May 2013 22:21:56 +0000
From: whiteryan65@gmail.com
Subject: Straight Broke Dudez ch 2

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STRAIGHT BROKE DUDEZ

PREVIOUS CHAPTER:

Gareth Hoenn is a typical 16 year old teenager who is full of life and
straight when it comes to sexual orientation, having a girlfriend called
Lee Anne. We read how his family is not quite financially off at all, with
this dad being retrenched from his job a few months ago. Things got so
worse that Gareth's mom had to pawn his Blackberry to have money for them
to survive. Things were made worse with their rent going up by a full $1500
and their telephone being cut due to non payment. Away from the financials,
Gareth's best friend Kris, gave him a Playgirl magazine to look at, and for
the first time in his young life, Gareth saw porn infront of him. He
couldn't get enough! However, he spotted an advertisment in the magazine,
which read:

"Need some extra cash? Are you tired of being broke? We pay up to $1000 per
sesson! Call us now!! 009 092 9201 for more information!!"

It was there and then that Gareth decided that he was going to help his
family. He knew that whatever this ad was about, that it had something to
do with porn, hence it being placed in a Playgirl magazine. He was going to
help his parents. However...he had NO idea what he was letting himself
into! Happy reading!!

CHAPTER 2

To call...or not to call...that was the question.

Gareth probably stared at the number of the advertisment that he found at
the back of the Playgirl magazine a thousand times, everytime he picked the
payphone up and was ready to put the quarter in to dial the number, but
something stopped him each and every time. Perhaps it was the fact that he
knew he was phoning a company in connection with some job in the porn
industry...yeah right...it stated clearly in the advetisment that these
people paid up to a $1000 per session!! Fucking hell, with that sort of
money he could afford to pay two of their biggest bills alone! Gareth ran
his fingers through his spiky hair. He thought of his mother crying at the
dinner table because their fucking landlord had increased their rent with
such a high, unreasonable amount...his dad mentally absusing himself each
day because it was his fault that they were in such financial
trouble...Gareth took a deep breath, finally placed the quarter into the
slot, and quickly dialled the number with bated breath.

"Broke and Straight, good afternoon?"

A young female voice. She sounded happy to take the phonecall. Not faking
it at all. She actually sounded like a fucking human being. Not like a
fucking porn star. Gareth shook his head from these thoughts as he realised
that he eventually should start speaking sometime.

"Uhm...Hi...uhm...I kinda saw your ad in the magazine..."

"Ok, cool, so let me guess, you're one of those curious boys, aren't you?
One who really wants to earn some mega bucks but you're too afraid to ask
what you need to do for it, huh?"

Jeez Louise...she nailed it, as far as Gareth as concerned. He gripped the
payphone tighter and force himself to speak.

"Yeah...It sounded really great, you know, that $1000 that you guys spoke
about..."

"I understand, Sweetie. Listen, let me make it easy for you, okay? Why
don't you come on an interview, tomorrow afternoon at three? Then we can
discuss everything calmly and rationally."

"Uhm...yeah, okay, that sounds...that sounds good."

"Can I have your name, please?"

FUCK...I can't give out my real name, can I? Holy crap, if someone from
school or Mom and Dad finds out about this...Gareth's mind was running riot
in his brain and he said the first name that popped into his head...

"Kris. My name's Kris."

"Okay Kris, until tomorrow then! We are situated at 204 Mahler Street, the
Union Building. Just pressed the number 4 on the buzzer, and I'll take it
from there. See you then! Bye now!"

There. It was done. Tomorrow afternoon his whole life could change. Gareth
placed his hands in his sweatshirt's pockets as he walked home from the
payphone. Holy mother of...he was actually going to do porn to get money
for his family! He shook his head one more time. He tried to make this
whole thing seem better than what it was...Hey...hopefully he gets to do
"stuff" with a really hot chick, or maybe a really sexy older woman! That's
immediately got his dick rock hard only thinking about it. He wasn't doing
this for himself. But...if he could enjoy while doing it...all the better!!

***

"Hey dude, I forgot my deodorant at home, can I borrow some of yours?" Kris
asked as he threw himself down on the grass infront of Gareth, aswell as
Tommy and Trix, their two best friends. The latter were twins, both hot as
hell and horny as fuck, just as a typical 16 year old can be.

"What for? We have Swimming practice? You're not gonna need it!" Tommy
said, taking a bite out of his peanut butter and jeppy sandwich.

"Are you totally kidding right now, man? There will be GIRLS there, dude! I
don't wanna meet them after practice smelling like a fucking whore house,
do I?" Kris hit back.

"Yeah like they would be interested in us, man. They all just have eyes or
Pretty Boy over here," Trix said, while slapping a nervous looking Gareth
on the shoulder.

"Sorry, what?" Gareth said, totally confused as he was not at all listening
to the conversation, but more worried about a certain appointment he had
that afternoon at three.

"What the fuck has been up with you today, bro? You're like really out of
it," Kris said, his eyes narrowing in confusion and worry for his best
friend.

"Guys, seriously, I'm really cool, okay? I'm just a bit stressed over this
financial stuff my parents are going through. We even had our phone cut
off."

"Yeah we heard from Kris. Dude, if you need some extra bucks, you just need
to ask, and we'll try our best to help you. You're our boy, yeah?" Trix
said, while ruffling Gareth's hair.

"Thanks Trix, but really guys, I don't want pity or nothing, right? Come
on, the bell's going to ring any minute."

"And next time, easy on the fucking hair gel, bro!" Trix laughed, eliciting
a massive push from Gareth.

Straight after class, Gareth pulled Kris into the boys's bathroom and
locked the door.

"Dude, I need a massive favour. Tell Coach that I got sick or something
today and that I won't be at practice. Please, Kris!"

"Dude, what's wrong? You never miss swimming practice?"

"I know, but just make up something, please! I need to...I need to be
somewhere."

"Hey look, you can fuck Lee Anne any time of the day..."

"This has NOTHING to do with Lee Anne, Kris! Jeez...!"

Gareth almost never loses his temper and this was strange to Kris. He
didn't know his best buddy like he was acting right now. He reached over
and placed his arm over Gareth's shoulder.

"Dude...I'm not good with all that listening crap, but I'm your friend,
Gareth. I know something is up with you, cause you ain't like this. Is it
the money story again?"

Gareth finally gave a small nod, his whole body was shivering. He closed
his eyes and placed his arm around Kris's shoulder aswell.

"Thanks, dude. Really appreciate it. I'll be okay. Just tell Coach that I
won't be there today. I'll tell you more tomorrow, I promise."

Gareth literally ran home where he quickly dipped into the fridge for a
glass of ice cold water and a piece of left over chicken before he ran up
to his room. He threw open his cupboard and grabbed one of his buttoned
shirts. It was black with blue stripes, brought when they still had money
back when. He finished putting on the shirt, and ran to the mirror in his
mother's bedroom. When he was satisfied, he picked one of his jeans, the
one which didn't have any holes ripped into the fabric and tightened it
with one of his Metallica belts. He quickly rinced his hair underneath the
shower and dried it roughly, before pouring some hair gel into his hands,
slicking them up and wove his fingers through his hair, making sure that he
looked as sexy as he possible could. He desperately wanted to make a good
impression on these people. Once he was done, he rinsed his hands and dried
them. He grabbed a chain which his father got him last year for his
birthday and tied it around his neck. He stared at himself in the
mirror...Trix was right...Gareth knew that he had always been blessed with
good looks. He never was one to use it to his advantage or to brag about
it, but looking at himself...he was HOT!! He smiled at himself, more from
nerves than anything else, grabbed his backpack and left the house.

He knew exactly where the huge Union Building in Mahler Street was but he
had never been inside before now. He quickly located it, and saw the
options of numbers, which represented the different floors before him on a
sort of intercom thingy. He remembered that the lady on the phone said, to
press number 4...he did.

"Broke and Straight, how can we help you?" It was the exact same voice he
had spoke to the day before.

"Uhm...It's Kris...I have an appointment for three a clock..." Damn he felt
weird in using Kris's name for this...

"Oh ofcourse, I remember you! I'm buzzing you in!" She said before Gareth
heard a "clicking" sound and the glass door infront of him opened. He
walked inside, immediately the fresh smell of the corporate business world
greeted him, along with a definite cold rush of an air conditioner being
situated somewhere. Gareth saw an elevator infront of him, and almost
immediately, the door pulled open. Before him was a youngish lady, with
much too much make up and a "too" sweet smile on her face.

"Ahhh...you must be Kris! Welcome! Let me take your upstairs where you can
meet my boss. I'm sure you'll love working with us!" she said before
guiding him into the elevator with her.

"My name is Natasha, but you can call me Tash for short! I've been working
here for two years now. I gotta say, Kris, when I spoke to you yesterday, I
didn't realise you were this young! How old are you exactly?"

"I'm sixteen," Gareth answered truthfully.

"Hmmm that's a bit young for what we do here..." Tash said with a frown on
her plastered face.

"What exactly would I be doing here?" Gareth asked.

"Oh come on now, my boy! There was only one place and one place alone you
could have seen our little advert! You like reading Playgirl, do you?"

"One of my friends gave the magazine to me..."

"Hahaha, oh I'm sure they did, Kris! Relax! Watching and reading porn is
not a sin! Ah, here we are."

The doors of the elevator opened and Tash took Gareth to an beautiful
designed, professional working area where there was some sort of call
centre booths going on.

"Now you just come with me, to our boss, Mr Xavier. We all call him Mr X
for short, you'll get used to it!" Tash said before she stopped at a
certain door, and knocked.

"ENTER!"

Gareth's mouth hung open the moment that he saw Mr X. He was tall, elegant,
obviously worked out as his shirt was actually clinging to his abs. He was
still very young, probably in his early twenties, is what Gareth
thought. He somehow expected a oldie with a bald head and no teeth...

"Afternoon, Tash! And what have we here?"

"This is Kris, Sir. He has an appointment with you."

"Wonderful. Make yourself at home, Kris. I just need to speak with my
secretary for a little bit."

"No prob," Gareth said, taking the time to look around him in
fascination. This was all too easy, too perfect almost. Why don't any of
them, either Tash or Mr X tell him that he would almost certainly be having
sex with sexy, hot girls here at their company and get it over with? Gareth
sat down to calm his nerves. He wasn't sure how much more of his he could
take.

"Sorry about that, Kris, I just needed to clarify something with
Tash. Okay, shall we begin?"

Gareth nodded.

"Ok Kris, I can safely say that you are an incredible hot young guy. Your
athletic, and if I'm not mistaking, you are a swimmer? Your upperbody build
and strength suggest that. And you have sexy, handsome, yet boyish facial
features aswell. So...there shouldn't be any problem in allowing you to do
some work for us...however...there are a couple things which I must ask you
about. Company policy. I could lose my job if I dont."

"Uhm...sure, Mr Xavier...oops I mean...Mr X...you can ask me anything you
want," Gareth said.

"How old are you really?

"Mr X...like I told Tash before we came here, I'm really sixteen! Here's my
ID and Driver's Licence, if you don't believe me," Gareth said when he
handed them over...now the MOMENT he did THAT...he knew his game was up. He
slumped his body forward KNOWING he had just fucked up big time.

"Mr X...I can explain..."

"So Kris...you're real name is actually Gareth Hoenn? Is "Kris" your
furture performance name? Or what is the meaning of this?"

"Uhm...yeah! That's what I meant. That's what I wanna "work" here under."
Gareth was sweating faster than a sober priest on Sunday.

"Okay...Next question is realitively easy...why are you here in the first
place?" Mr X asked. Okay...this one was easy enough.

"My parents can't afford to do stuff these days. My dad lost his job and I
like offered to drop out of school, but my dad refused. We currently have
to sell our stuff to make a living and pay them bills. Mr X...I really,
really need this job!" Gareth said, genuine tears running down his face.

"Okay...and now the third question...well...that one you cannot answer for
me. I have to see it for myself, I'm afraid."

"What will that be, Mr X?" Gareth asked totally innocently.

Mr X stood up and walked right behind where Gareth was sitting. He then
leaned down and softly placed his lips on Gareth's neck. Gareth immediately
lunged backwards, far away from Mr X.

"That is why I had to see it for myself, young dude. If I can't kiss and
touch you, how are you going to allow the others to do so?"

"I'm sorry, Mr X...it...it was because it was YOU...another dude...I'm like
totally fine with fucking a chick or have her riding me or whatever you
guys want..."

"GARETH!"

Being called by his real name, made the swimming jock jump around with fear
by Mr X's shouting.

"There seems to be a clear misunderstanding here, my friend. Let me
explain. Broke and Straight, is a mobile designed for GAY teens
specifically. You understand what I'm saying? They log onto this website to
look at gay jocks, gay twinks, gay oldies, gay teachers with their
students, the list goes on. This is a company where GAY pornography is
created, Gareth. Now if you thought were going to cum your teenage load
into some hot chick in here, then I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave,
and thanks for coming."

Gareth was stunned. To say the least. He never, in his wildest imagination,
dreamed that this job might...just might...be a gay porn job. Fuck...he
could NEVER pull this off, he WASN'T GAY!!

"So...lemme tell you what. Come back tomorrow afternoon, also at
three. I'll have one of my most hottest guys here, and I'll work out a
script to which you guys will be working on, and we'll shoot it aswell,
just to see how you look on camera."

After Mr X told Gareth all this, he could see the boy wasn't himself. He
was clearly straight...but if he was prepared to be gay for one or two
shoots, he could basically pay himself almost $3000. He walked over to
Gareth and sat down next him.

"Gareth...I'm not a bad guy. My dad started this business three years ago,
but he died of a heart attack six months ago. And you know what he told
me...this company should be called "Broke and Straight" for a
reason. Because, for a gay man like me, and millions out there in the
world, there is nothing sexier watching two straight boys getting it on,
simply because they are broke and need the cash. If you tell me know that
you don't wanna do this...then I'll understand. I'll gladly take you into
our agency of performers. But...you gotta tell me NOW."

Gareth knew he despereately wanted to help his parents. Help them pay their
bills, their morgage, their bacic needs, get the telephone working
again. But this...doin gay stuff with other straight guys for money...HELL
FUCKING NO!

Before Mr X or Tash could do or say anything, Gareth ran out of the
company, took the stairs downwards instead of waiting for the elevator, and
quickly ran out of the building. He ran and ran and ran until his body
ached. With this fresh, clean clothes he ran into his house, marched
upstairs and fell on his bed. He took the magazine from underneath his bed
and ripped it up! Piece by piece, all those images on the torn papers
became nothing but scrap. He felt into his bed again and this time, he
couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He SO much wanted to help!! BUT
THIS...doin gay stuff, like getting fucked in the ass....HE COULDN'T!!

***

A few days later, Gareth was busy writing a test for Algebra when the
intercom switched on.

"Can Gareth Hoenn, in the 10th grade, please come to the Principal's
office? Thank you!"

Gareth froze, not for the first time this week. Could the principal have
found out what he was up to? With all the porn and stuff?

"See you later, Loser! Don't make too long with Mr Davids, okay? The faggot
might decide to blow you!" Kris said, while Tommy and Trix waved Gareth
good bye. This was serious though...he had NEVER before been called to come
and see Mr Davids, face to face...

"Oh Mr Hoenn, come on in! Close the door behind you, please?"

Mr Davids at that exact moment reminded Gareth pretty much of that Mr X he
met a few days before...

"Well Gareth...this isn't...there isn't an easy way to say this. Your
school fees haven't been paid for over three months."

"WHAT? There must be some kind of a mistake!" Gareth yelled, totally
forgetting to control himself in the principal's office.

"Gareth, there is no mistake. We have sent countless of letters to your
parents and there has been no responce..."

"Mr Davids, I know its not YOUR problem, but have you EVER had money
trouble? Have you EVER had to pawn you your Blackberry just to pay off a
few accounts?" Gareth yelled, unable to keep calm, his sixteen year old
body on red alert.

"Gareth, I understand that. It is out of my hands now. I still report to a
School Board...and unfortunately I have to tell you that before we recieve
your outstanding school fees, you will not be allowed to write exams."

"That's NOT FAIR! Mr Davids, please, I can't fail my year! Please, there
must be something you can do!" Gareth pleaded, the wrongness of this
completely surrounding him.

"Gareth, I would really, really like to help you, you're one of the top
students in Grade 10! But as things stand...I just can't! Pay the money you
guys owe the school, and I'll immediately see that you can write your
exams. But until then...?

***

His mom and dad weren't home yet. He knew his dad still had some money left
in the jar on top of the fridge, their so-called emergancy money. He
grabbed it and took the bus to 204 Mahler Street. He only chose to take the
bus, because he wanted to get there as early and as quickly as he
could. Tash remembered him and buzzed him in, where she yet again came to
fetch him and took him to the fourth floor, in total silence this time, of
course. She lead him all the way to Mr X's office, where she knocked, and
patted Gareth on the shoulder.

"Good luck, Sweetie!" she whispered, before the door opened.

"Gareth! Didn't think I'd ever see you here again! Do come in. To what do I
owe the..."

"I'll do it. I'll fucking do it."

"Excuse me, Gareth?"

"You heard me, Mr X. *sigh* If you want me to do gay sex with other broke,
straight dudes, for money, then so be it. I'll do it."

Mr X stood up and walked over to Gareth, all while watching the young
sixteen year old almost pissing himself with that revelation.

"Gareth...I can see you, maybe your family, desperately needs money. I
don't wanna force you to do something you don't want to."

"Mr X, I'm about to be kicked out of school because my parents can't pay
school fees, we have five clothing accounts in debt, our rent is up by
$1500 and my mom is on the brink of having a nervous breakdown. I NEED
THIS. So you just tell me what to do...and I'll do it!"

Gareth's determination was astounding to the twenty-three year old Mr X. He
sat down in his chair and took out a file, and then a certain paper, which
he gave to Gareth. The latter casted his eyes over the paper. It looked
like some sort of play.

"Do you wanna have a little rehearsal first? Without the cameras's
rolling?" Mr X asked.

"This looks like a play...what must I do?"

"Your character's name is Brett, the student of the segment. I will be
playing the school teacher, Mr Aldershot. Your character has broken into my
office, and mine threatens to call his parents and expose him. You tell
your teacher and you'll be prepared to do "ANYTHING" in order for the
teacher not to. And then..."

"And then...? Gareth asks, while he already knew the answer.

"And then, the teacher asks to suck the boy's cock."

"FUCK...okay...meaning you?" Gareth said, his face getting more red by the
minute.

"You wanna try it right now?" Mr X said, looking lustfully at Gareth, and
the growing piece of flesh inside the boy's trousers.

***

CLIFFHANGER!!  WHAT SHOULD GARETH DO???

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