"You're breaking up with me?" Tyler asked in as loud a whisper as he could to not disturb the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant.
Pauline responded with a half shrug, half nod, and started reaching for her purse.
"Why now? The food is already here!"
She pulled her sweater off the back of her chair and stood up to put it on. "I just don't need this anymore, ok Ty? You count every penny and it just makes me feel like I'm a burden."
"Why did you order the steak then if you were going to do this? Are you going to pay for that?"
"You see, Ty? There you go again worrying about money and making me feel bad."
"You should feel bad!" Tyler's voice carried to the nearby tables and he could feel eyes on his back. He dropped the knife he had forgotten he was holding and settled himself back in his chair.
Pauline wrapped her sweater around her shoulders and looked down on Tyler, "Have a nice dinner, Ty."
And then she left.
"What do you mean she just left?" Max asked later.
"She just fucking left! She ordered the most expensive thing on the menu and then she just fucking walked out!" Tyler's voice carried out over the empty field where they sat on the hood of Max's beaten up Volvo, the takeout box holding Pauline's steak frites open between them.
Tyler slumped back on Max's windshield with his face in his hands while his friend helped himself to another $18 french fry.
"I didn't want to say this while you were dating her," said Max, "But she wasn't a nice person."
Tyler scoffed, "Yeah, I guess she wasn't. But she was hot."
Max laughed, "You really have to hold out for more than that, Ty."
Tyler dropped his arms to his side. After Max had come to his rescue at the restaurant they had driven out to the fields behind the airport where people used to come to smoke and drink stolen beer after school. They were alone for miles and far enough from the lights of the city to enjoy the stars.
They had been friends for so long there was never any need for awkward silences or forced small talk, so they enjoyed the silence and the fries, just listening to each other breath and chew while they watched the sky.
Headlights cut through the darkness and they both looked over to the road from the highway. A dark SUV emerged from the trees, drove into the grass, and parked a few hundred yards away behind them.
Max and Tyler turned around and knelt on the hood, looking over the roof of Max's car to watch as the driver and passenger stepped out.
The strangers had left their headlights on and the driver stepped out into the light. He was bald and buff, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt that hugged his muscles. He gestured to the passenger and a younger man stepped into the light. He looked closer to Max and Tyler's age, around eighteen. They didn't recognize him, but he looked like most of the other kids at their high school -- a skinny body hidden under a hoodie and shoulder-length hair.
The driver pulled out his phone and held it up sideways to film. They were talking, but it was too far for Max and Tyler to hear.
"What do you think they are doing?" Tyler asked.
Max shrugged, "Maybe a drug deal?"
It sounded plausible as the driver, still recording with his phone, reached into his jeans and pulled out a roll of cash. He fanned the money and held it out to the younger man, who delicately pulled a bill from the stack and slipped it into his pocket.
The driver stepped back into the shadow, letting the younger man stand in the centre of the headlights. First he unzipped his hoodie and dropped it to the ground, and then he reached behind himself and tugged off his shirt, revealing his slim bare chest to the warm evening air.
Max gasped and Tyler muttered, "What the fuck?"
The surprises continued as the boy started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
"Holy shit."
A moment later the boy was standing in the field in his boxers, his jeans piled on top of his hoodie and shirt. The driver egged him on and then, with one more look around to see if anyone else was around, the boy slipped off his boxers and turned around in the light to show his impressive, soft, cock and firm butt.
"What the fuck is going on?" Tyler asked.
"I think he's filming him, and paying him to get naked. I don't think they can see us here."
"Who the fuck does that?"
Max looked over at Tyler with a raised eyebrow, "Have you really not been on the internet before? People in porn do weird shit all the time for money."
"But is he going to-- holy shit!" Tyler smacked Max's arm and pointed out to the scene in front of them.
The boy had fallen to his knees and opened up the driver's pants. His bare back was to them, but it was clear he was sucking the driver's cock, his hands holding his hips, his head tilted up to look into the lens of the camera.
They watched the scene in stunned silence.
Tyler felt his own cock starting to grow, which only surprised him further. It had been a while since he and Pauline had messed around, and that had only been a half-finished handjob at a party. He was usually a "jerk off twice a day" type person, so he wrote off his arousal as blue balls and how feminine the blowjob boy looked from behind.
The driver stepped back and motioned for his naked friend to stand up. As the boy stood aside Max and Tyler caught sight of the significant erection that stood out from the driver's open fly.
"That," said Max, "is a big cock."
"Not much bigger than me," said Tyler.
Max gave him another sarcastic look, "Please, I've seen your dick, it's not that special."
"When have you seen my dick?"
"Changing for swimming obviously."
"Why were you looking at my dick?"
"Didn't you look at mine?"
"No," Tyler lied.
"It's not gay to look, Ty."
"I didn't look!"
Max put up his hands in surrender. "Alright, don't worry, I believe you. So you didn't look at my cock. But if you had, you'd know I'm about the same size as you, and I'm not nearly as thick as that guy's fucking cock."
They looked back at the scene and saw the naked boy had his arms crossed as he listened to the driver, who was still holding out his money and the phone.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Tyler asked.
"He's probably offering more money to let him fuck his ass."
"What the fuck!"
"What?" Max looked over, surprised by Tyler's shock.
"Why would he let him do that?"
"For the money, I guess. Unless he's gay, then maybe it's for the money and for fun."
"But wouldn't that... hurt?"
Max chuckled, "I mean, I don't know, I've never tried it, but yeah I assume it hurts a bit. But gay guys do it all the time, so if you lube up and maybe prep with something smaller it must feel good."
"Why would it feel good?"
"You've really never tried putting a finger up your butt when you jerk off?"
Tyler looked shocked, "What? No, of course not!"
Max shrugged and looked back at the negotiations.
Tyler thought for a long moment and then asked, "Have you?"
"Of course," said Max.
Tyler took a moment to process this new information about his friend, and he found his eyes drifting down Max's body. He was wearing silk shorts and a t-shirt, classic summer attire, which hugged his body well. In his kneeling position, arms resting on the roof of the car, his t-shirt was riding up a bit and Tyler could see the side of his bare stomach. He looked up to Max's face and saw his friend staring back at him, smirking.
"Like what you see?" Max asked with a wink.
"Fuck off," said Tyler, getting back up on his knees to lean over the roof next to Max. His friend knocked their shoulders together in a flirty bump.
"It feels good. Next time you jerk off just try it."
Tyler gave a non-committal grunt and tried to think of something else. Unfortunately for him the boy in the headlights took that moment to agree to the deal and the next thing Tyler saw was a wad of cash changing hands and the boy stowed it in his jeans before turning to the hood of the SUV and spreading his hands and legs like he was about to be frisked by a cop.
"Holy shit!" Max said, "He's fucking doing it!"
Tyler remained silent and tried not to think about the feelings in his shorts or how close Max was to him as he watched in disbelief as the driver approached the boy's naked backside with his hard cock.
The driver put the phone down between the boy's shoulder blades as he pulled a little squirt bottle of lube from a pocket and doused his cock and the boy's ass in slick liquid. He stowed the bottle and picked up the phone in one hand and held his hard cock in the other.
From their distance it was difficult to see what progress they were making, but the boy was pressed down on the hood, his knees up against the grill and bumper. And then it was clear the moment the driver bottomed out inside him, mashing their hips together, his cock buried deep.
The sounds started to reach Max and Tyler as the driver pounded the boy against the hood. Grunts and high pitch moans floated across the night air to them as they watched the live porn.
The pounding hit high speed and Tyler couldn't imagine how painful it must be, but then suddenly the driver pulled out and the boy turned around and fell to his knees, head back, mouth open, desperate and eager, and Tyler saw the steel hard erection between the boy's legs.
The driver jerked his cock and fucked the air as he let his load spray out over the boy's tongue, neck, and bare chest. He stepped back and moved the camera down to where the boy was rapidly jerking himself to orgasm.
"That was fucking intense," said Max.
Tyler swallowed against the dryness of his mouth and sat back on his heels to adjust his erection before Max could notice.
Max glanced over at Tyler and smiled as he said, "I don't know about you, but that got me fucking hard."
Tyler blushed and had to smirk at his friend's crude honesty, and couldn't help but glance at Max's crotch as his friend adjusted himself too.
A rumble grew in the air and they both looked up to see an approaching aircraft coming in to land. Suddenly the landing lights illuminated the field and their car and they looked back down to see the driver, his cock still hanging out of his jeans, staring at them.
"Oh shit, drive!" Tyler said as they scrambled off the hood of the car.
The boy had retreated back inside the SUV to clean up, but the driver started walking towards them.
"Fuck!" Max said as he fumbled for his keys as they both got inside.
The plane had passed and the light in Max's car never worked, so he fumbled with the keys in darkness, trying to find the right one.
Just as he got the key into the ignition a thick, dripping cock appeared beside Max's window.
They both stared at it, stunned.
The driver bent down and looked at them both, and with a smile on his face he knocked gently on the glass.
Max awkwardly rolled down the window a few inches.
The driver smiled and spoke with a light European accent, "Good evening, boys. May I ask you how old you both are?"
They looked at each other and then back.
"Eighteen," they said in synch.
His smile widened. "In that case, here's my card."
He held a business card out to them through the opening of the window, which Max hesitantly took.
"Give me a call if you ever want to make a few thousand dollars."
With that he winked and walked back to the SUV.
They sat in silence for a moment as the SUV drove away behind them, leaving them alone again in the darkness of the field.
Tyler took the business card from Max's hand and asked, "Did he say a few thousand dollars?"
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