Ted Schmidt glanced up when the door opened, recognizing his visitor immediately. He stopped typing and turned around. "Brian’s not here."

"I know - he’s at work." The young man took a step toward the desk and hesitated. "C-can I talk to you?"

"Sure, Justin." He noticed the serious look on the teenager’s face. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah." He tried to smile. "I was just wondering if you were still looking for - you know - guys for your web site."

"I’m *always* looking for guys. Do you know someone who’s interested?" He pulled out a folding chair. "Have a seat. Tell me about him."

Sitting down, Justin deposited his backpack on the floor. "Well, he’s young…" He paused.

"Attractive?"

"Cute."

"Great body?"

Justin nodded. "*Good* body."

Ted nodded knowingly. "Tell me - does he just happen to have blond hair and blue eyes?" Justin’s only answer was a giggle. "I thought Brian said you couldn’t."

"Brian said *we* couldn’t."

"What did he say when you told him you were coming here?"

Justin fidgeted slightly. "I didn’t *exactly* tell him…"

"Justin--"

"I’m eighteen years old, Ted. I don’t need Brian’s permission…"

Folding his arms across his chest, Ted was quiet for several seconds. When he spoke again, he sounded thoughtful, "You’re absolutely right - you don’t have to ask Brian’s permission. As a matter of fact, he doesn’t even have to know, but how are you gonna explain where you are?"

Justin took a deep breath. "It’s not a problem; I have an hour free every afternoon, from three to four. Brian’ll be at work, so he’ll never know." Ted didn’t appear to be convinced, so Justin continued, "The name of your site is jerkatwork, right? Well, won’t your subscribers enjoy watching a hot young guy… *perform*… during their afternoon coffee break?"

Once again, Ted was quiet for a minute, weighing the pros - having an eighteen-year-old jerking off for an hour every day could only increase his membership base - with the cons - if Brian ever found out, there’d be hell to pay. He was about to say no when he remembered why he’d decided to stop working for someone else and start working for himself. If I stop taking chances, he thought, I might as well go back to accounting. "Tell you what," he cocked his head sideways. "Come back here Monday at three. I’ll run teasers all weekend." He held his hands out in front of him with his thumbs at right angles, framing the words he was saying: "Announcing… Afternoon Delight… Starring the King of Babylon… Only on jerkatwork.net!!!"

Justin didn’t say anything, but his grin was contagious. "I’ll see you Monday." Ted extended his hand.

"Wait a minute," Justin paused. "We haven’t discussed money."

"You haven’t *done* anything yet," Ted said, incredulously. "We’ll talk money as soon as I see what you’ve got."

"I’ve kept Brian Kinney interested for over a year." Justin looked serious. "What more of a recommendation do I need?"

"That’s a good point," Ted agreed. "I’ll pay you one hundred dollars a day."

"Fifty dollars a day," Justin countered, "plus one percent of all current subscriber revenue and two percent for all future subscribers."

"That’s crazy! How do I know there’ll even *be* new subscribers?"

Justin smiled smugly. "I’ll do it for free Monday. If you don’t double your subscriber base by the end of the week, I’ll take the hundred bucks a day." Standing, he extended his hand. "Deal?"

"I have almost twelve hundred members, Justin. Are you guaranteeing that I’ll have more than two thousand by this time next week?" Justin nodded. "It’s a deal!" A handshake sealed it.

Retrieving his backpack, Justin walked to the door. "See you Monday."

*&*&*&*&*

Justin was pounced upon before he could close the door. "Where have you been?" Ted was frantic - his voice sounded squeaky. "It’s almost three o’clock!"

"I’ve got ten minutes," Justin said, calmly.

"I’ve been advertising the hell out of this all weekend!" Ted continued talking as he rushed the young man across the room. "You’ve got seventeen hundred horny men waiting for you - I hope you took it easy this weekend."

Chuckling, Justin looked at the older man with disdain. "Brian and I did it in the shower this morning."

"A-are you sure you can…?" Ted was trying not to hyperventilate.

"Ted," Justin stopped and stared at him, "I’m eighteen years old. Don’t worry, okay?"

"Okay." Ted took a deep breath. "Okay." He waved his hand in the direction of the bed. "Get comfortable. Is there anything I can get you?"

Justin stood beside the bed, looking down. "Do you have another color besides red?"

"Another color?" Ted looked around. "N-no, red’s all I have. Can you work with it today? I-I promise to have another color for you tomorrow - what about blue? Dark, intense blue - Justin, you’d look *amazing* against a background of blue."

Justin patted Ted on the arm. "That’s great, Ted." He nodded toward the camera. "It’s almost time, right?"

"Right!" Ted moved behind the tripod and looked into the viewfinder. "Now, don’t be nervous, Justin. Don’t think about--"

"I’m not nervous." Justin sat down slowly, stretching languidly. "Just keep me in focus."

"Focus…" Ted’s gaze moved from the figure on the bed to the image in the frame. "Okay. Thirty seconds…" He glanced at the clock. "I almost forgot - I bought you your own bottle of lube. It’s on the floor on your right - the most expensive brand…"

Justin was sitting with his elbows on the bed, leaning back casually. "Don’t worry, Teddy…"

"Okay… We’re going live in five… four… three…" Ted held up two fingers, then one, then nodded his head and pushed the button.

Justin sat up and reached forward, slowly pulling his shoes and socks off, and tossing them aside. He continued looking down as he stripped his white t-shirt off and threw it across the room. In one movement, he was on his knees, his fingers crawling toward the zipper in his jeans. He rubbed his hand over his crotch as he finally looked up at the camera in mock surprise.

Several seconds later, Justin closed his eyes and unzipped his jeans slowly. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he pushed his jeans down a centimenter at a time. His black briefs followed a minute later and he was kneeling on the bed, naked, his erection hardening against his thigh.

Justin turned his attention to his nipples, licking his fingers before fondling himself. He smiled at the camera as he caressed the tiny, hard nubs and played with the nipple ring. A minute later, his hands moved downward slowly. Placing a hand on the inside of each upper thigh, he pulled his legs apart. He touched his cock with one finger, moving it down the length and watching it harden.

Grasping his dick in his hand, Justin moaned as he began stroking himself, very slowly. Each movement seemed to bring him to a higher level of ecstasy. His breathing became labored and he moved frantically as he closed his eyes and let his head roll to the side.

Ted was watching through the camera lens, spellbound. His plan to cheer his young performer on and offer bits of advice on how to proceed was forgotten as he watched the young man touching himself. All thoughts of percentages and subscriber numbers were forgotten as Justin writhed on the bed before him.

Justin’s moans were louder as he continued fondling himself. Without warning, he shifted around so that his back was to the camera. Lifting his ass, he continued stroking his cock between his legs. He changed over to the left hand while his right hand sought the bottle of lube on the floor. Clumsily, he coated his right hand and reached back to his ass.

One finger slipped inside his hole, plunging in slowly and pulling out. A minute later, another finger joined it, then a third, while his left hand continued milking his cock. As he neared the edge of orgasm, Justin slipped back over quickly. Grabbing his cock in both hands, he cried out as he shot his load across his leg and onto the bed.

The last thing the camera picked up was the young body collapsing back on the bed, totally spent.

Almost a minute passed before Justin raised his head. Smiling at the older man, he asked, "How was that?"

"It was…" Ted cleared his throat. "Good, Justin. Really good." He nodded his head.

"You’re a lying sack of shit!" The teenager laughed. "It was fucking amazing!"

Ted joined in the laugh. "You’re right - it was. Amazing." He watched Justin crawl slowly off the bed. "The bathroom’s in there," he pointed. "The towels are under the sink." He was at the computer when Justin re-entered the room. "We’re up over two thousand logged on - that’s an increase of three hundred just today."

"Do you still doubt that I can double your membership by the end of the week?" Justin looked smug. "Do you have anything to drink?"

"Is bottled water okay?" Leaning over, Ted retrieved a bottle from the small refrigerator under his desk. Justin nodded and he took it over to the bed where the young man was sitting. "I admit to being skeptical, but you’re very… persuasive." Justin took a long drink. "Uh, how long will you need before you can go again?"

Justin took another drink of water. "Three minutes."

"Three minutes?! Is that all?"

"Yeah. I’m figuring fifteen minutes from start to finish, which means I can come four times in an hour." Another quick drink before he replaced the top and dropped the bottle on the floor. "I want to make sure you get your money’s worth."

"T-thank you." Ted stepped back behind the camera and re-focused. "Ready whenever you are, Justin."

Looking down, Justin took three deep breaths, then began touching himself again.

*&*&*&*&*

Ted was sitting at his desk, as usual, but his attention wasn’t on the spreadsheets or the pages of numbers spread out before him. He was staring at the image on the computer monitor to his right, watching as it moved faster, moaning loudly.

The sound of the door opening startled him and he looked up. "Brian!" he whispered loudly. "What are you doing here?"

"Haven’t you heard? ‘Afternoon Delight’ on jerkatwork.net is the talk of Pittsburgh." Pausing, he spoke softly. "I decided to come over and watch the King of Babylon in person."

"I-I just want you to know," Ted stood up, "that this wasn’t my idea."

"Shut the fuck up," Brian’s tone had turned ominous; Ted stopped in his tracks. Brian took several steps forward and stared at the figure on the bed. Justin, who was totally absorbed in his ‘performance’, was unaware of his lover’s presence in the room.

By the time Brian reached the edge of the bed with the dark blue duvet, his coat, tie and shirt had been tossed aside. He was unzipping his expensive slacks when Justin sensed another person in the room and looked up. Turning on his side, he barked a single instruction to Ted: "Move the camera!"

Ted darted quickly to the camera and panned to the right; he focused on Brian’s crotch, making sure not to accidentally photograph his face. When Justin’s head entered the shot, he gave a single direction, "Brian, turn to your right just a little…" Brian complied. "That’s it - perfect!"

Justin’s mouth sought his lover’s cock, swallowing it quickly. He pulled back, sucking vigorously on the length of it. Reaching around, he grasped the other man’s ass as hands tangled in his hair. Moving forward, he fought the urge to gag as velvet hardness touched the back of his throat. Brian was relentless, as always, pulling completely out of Justin’s mouth before plunging back in over and over again.

Any thoughts of Ted and the internet had vanished in the wake of the sexual connection between the ad executive and his teenage lover. As far as they were concerned, they were the only two people in the world as they moved together, moaning loudly as Brian neared completion. He cried out, giving Justin just enough warning to pull back and allow his lover to shoot onto his face and in his hair. When he was finished, Justin smiled as he turned toward the camera; Ted had the presence of mind to pull in for a tight close up, then the picture faded to black.

Before anyone had a chance to say anything, Justin scrambled off the bed and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Brian re-dressed as nonchalantly as if he was refolding a newspaper. Ted made a quick exit back to his desk; he sat, fidgeting, as he nervously awaited the storm he knew was coming.

"Theodore Schmidt!" Brian’s voice was calm, with traces of impatience around the edges. "Do you want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?"

Ted didn’t look up as he searched for an explanation - any explanation - that would placate his friend. Swallowing hard, he opened his mouth to speak…

"It’s not his fault." Justin was standing in the doorway, holding his briefs in his hand. His hair was wet and he was still naked.

"Stay out of this, Justin!" Brian turned his attention toward Ted again. "What were you thinking? Putting him on display like that? What did you say to him to coerce him into doing this?"

"He didn’t *coerce* me into anything, Brian!" Justin had his underwear on and started pulling on his jeans. "It was totally my idea!"

Brian stared hard at his lover. "Would you care to tell me why, Justin?" He took a deep breath. "Is this your way of getting back at me for fucking around? For not staying home with you every night?"

"That’s not it." Justin pulled his shirt over his head and started putting his socks and shoes on. "I told you: I don’t care who you fuck, or how much, as long as you don’t do anyone twice, and as long as you always come home to me…"

Brian’s gaze was locked on the teenager as he spoke. "Then… why, Justin?" He licked his lips. "Why?"

"I was tired of getting rides with my friends or taking the bus, or having you drive me places. I wanted my own car."

Brian paused for half-a-minute, allowing Justin’s words to sink in before twisting his face into a scowl. "A car?!" He swept his hand across the room, encompassing it contents. "You jerked off on a sleazy porn site so you could buy a car?!"

"Hey! Who’re you calling ‘sleazy’!" Ted took a step forward.

"Shut up, Ted!" Brian and Justin spoke at once, then looked at each other and laughed.

Justin closed the gap between himself and his lover in three steps. "Don’t be mad, Brian."

Brian’s arms went around the young man’s body involuntarily. "I’m not mad - I just don’t understand…" He pulled back and looked down at the teenager. "If you wanted a car, why didn’t you tell me? I would have--"

"Bought me one, I know." Reaching up, he kissed Brian lightly on the mouth. "Don’t think I don’t appreciate everything you’ve given me already - the computer and all the clothes and shoes and stuff. I couldn’t even pay my half of your household expenses for a week." His face fell.

"Hey!" Brian placed a finger under his lover’s chin, pulling his face back up and kissing him again. "You’re with me because that’s where I *want* you to be…"

"I know. It’s where I want to be too. Maybe this doesn’t involve you at all, I don’t know. I just had to prove to myself that I could take care of myself… In case I ever have to…"

Brian didn’t answer this time; instead, he pulled Justin close, embracing him for a long minute. When he pulled away, he looked at Ted. "You can mail Justin’s final check to him." Grasping the young man’s hand, Brian pulled him toward the door.

"Sorry!" Justin smiled over his shoulder as he allowed himself to be pulled out of the room.

Ted collapsed into his chair and looked at the computer monitor. Most of his almost-three thousand members were still online, undoubtedly waiting to see if there would be an encore of the blowjob they’d just witnessed. "Sorry, guys, that’s it for this afternoon," he said. Another chapter of my life, and the life of my fledgling enterprise, is at an end, he thought, with sadness. However, all was far from being lost. He couldn’t stop a smile from overtaking his face as he recalled his decision, six weeks ago, to videotape every performance of Afternoon Delight on jerkatwork.net. Unless and until Brian found out about it, and put the final kibosh on it, he could rerun Justin’s ‘performances’ indefinitely.