I never went to college. Not because I wasn't intelligent enough, but because I didn't need to go to college. My family had amassed an eye watering wealth over the years. My great grandparents owned some factories, my grandparents owned some more, and my parents had upscaled the whole thing. By the time I reached eighteen, I had more money than I could spend in a lifetime.
I was an only child, too, and with my parents working every hour of the day and night, the only company I had was a live in nanny, who, although pretty, wasn't exactly my cup of tea. I realised I was gay early on. It wasn't even that big a deal, and if I'd actually had a relationship with my folks, I would have happily told them. Instead, I kept it to myself, and whilst all the other guys my age were out exploring their sexuality, I was confined to a small mansion and left to fantasise.
I grew up with the understanding that money doesn't just buy happiness, it buys you whatever the fuck you want. Whether that was true or not was a different story, but it certainly bought me entertainment, and as a horny young man, my forms of entertainment became increasingly lewd.
It started with exclusive porn sites. The ones that you can only enter by paying a fee. After a few months, the content became dull, and the videos looked just like the millions of other ones that were available for free.
I moved on to cam shows after that. Tipping some hot twink to finger his ass or jerk his cock. If I was lucky, he'd accept enough money to jizz on his own face, or do something a little kinkier.
As I became older and my bank balance grew, I began to frequent local gay clubs. I was handsome enough to pull guys without my wallet, but I enjoyed the control. Perhaps that made me an asshole, but stuffing one hundred dollars into some eighteen year old's underwear and having him blow me in a toilet stall was a particular favourite of mine, until just like everything else, I became bored.
Gay guys were easy. Not all of them, of course, but the guys who took my money in the sleazy clubs were all willing to do what I wanted for free. There was no excitement, no convincing, just a transaction and sex. I wanted more. I wanted a challenge.
I don't know when I came up with the idea, but I do know that the thought of it excited me for months. It was risky, of course. One wrong move and I'd be nursing a broken nose at best.
Jefferson University was on the other side of the city, which was far enough away that I'd be a stranger to them, but close enough that I could make it a habit if I wanted to. The first day I pulled up on campus was for no reason other than to gather some intelligence. I wanted to see the talent that the place had to offer, and holy shit, did Jefferson University have talent.
Groups of muscular frat boys walked together, laughing and joking. Lone young men strolled mindlessly by my car, unaware that they were being perved on. Nerds, sports guys, and hell, even some professors caught my eye, but there were two guys in particular who made my mouth water.
They looked like college freshmen, eighteen or nineteen, and incredibly beautiful. One of them had messy black hair and a slim body, and the other was more blond than brown, and had the build of a swimmer. They joked with each other as they walked, and I couldn't help but imagine them having the same fun whilst completely naked.
The pair remained on my mind for weeks. I spent endless nights trying to figure out how I could get what I wanted from them, and then one Friday afternoon, with my plan in place, I returned to Jefferson University, sat on the hood of my car, and waited.
I was twenty eight now. Older than the majority of the students who swarmed the campus, but I wasn't there to fit in. I had a cigarette and waited for the two young men to appear, and low and behold, they strolled right by me an hour later.
"Hey" I called, and they both looked over. "You mind if I ask you something?"
They looked at each other, cocked their brows, shrugged, and walked back.
"My name's Austin" I told them, shaking both of their hands.
"Grayson" the swimmer said.
"Elliot" said the other.
"Look, I know this is a super weird question" I laughed, "but are you guys straight?"
Grayson snorted and looked at me like the answer was obvious. "Uh, yeah we're straight" he said, and Elliot nodded his agreement.
It was exactly the answer I'd hoped for. I was tired of paying gay guys to be gay. I wanted something far more interesting, and now it stood in front of me.
"How much money would it take to change that?" I asked, keeping my eyes on Grayson who seemed to be the leader of the pair. His brows raised and he laughed again.
"What?" He asked, a slight influence of disgust on his handsome face.
"How much money would I need to pay you to do some gay shit?"
Elliot nudged his friend in a come on, let's get out of here way, but Grayson remained in place. Perhaps he'd hit me. Perhaps they both would.
"What type of gay shit?" He asked.
I could have pretended to come up with it on the spot, but my mind had been pouring over the possibilities for weeks.
"Strip, touch, kiss. After that, we'll just see how it goes".
Elliot literally gagged, and Grayson shook his head as his cheeks burned. The mere mention of gay sex had mortified him, and to me, that was quite cute.
"Sorry man" he said politely, "you're not really my type".
Elliot laughed, but so did I.
"I don't want you to do it with me" I explained, and looked directly into Elliot's brown eyes. "I want you to do it with him".
The pair of them gawped at each other. I could have sex as much as I wanted. It was one of the perks of being rich. What I really wanted, however, was to watch two real straight boys doing it, and that was something that I couldn't get online.
"He's my best friend, man" Grayson scoffed.
