Straight Guy Shooting Gay Porn (Fun Story)

I turned the corner and saw the motel. There it was, as he’d said it would be, and my life was about to change irrevocably. I could never go back after I entered room sixteen. I paused and stood on the curb, swallowing hard, my emotions a crazed mixture of fear, anger, strange excitement, and I was fighting tears. Finally I steeled myself to move forward. I’d expected it to be seedy, to have drug addicts and prostitutes hanging around it. Instead it was nice, painted a bright pink with white trim, a long row of rooms in an L-shape around a beautiful pool, a typical modest beach motel. There were children playing in the pool, their parents lazing in lounge chairs, enjoying the sun and laughing as they all relaxed enjoying what was probably a much needed vacation. I could see and hear the waves of the beach through a fenced gate at the end of the motel and I longed to be out there with my surfboard, the board I’d sold two months ago.
But I couldn’t. I was starving, I’d been evicted from the efficiency I’d been renting, and I’d been fired from my job because I couldn’t make the required quota of telephone sales daily. Everything I owned other than the clothes on my back was stashed in a locker at the bus station. This was my last hope, an ‘opportunity’ offered by a slick guy who had seen my desperation when I applied for a job in a bar. The bartender there couldn’t offer me a job but Mr. Slick had offered to make me a star, a porn star. All I’d have to do is masturbate on camera. I’d nearly smashed my fist in his mouth and he knew it but he’d still offered me...