It started when I was eleven. Home video games were still a couple years away, and home computers were a long way off. My best friend was Timmy. Our favorite thing to do was ride our bikes to the video arcade and spend our allowances one quarter at a time. We'd do chores for neighbors to make a few quarters to spend on those fantastic devices. Usually we worked together, but Timmy went off on his own one day, so I did too. Pretty soon Timmy was doing chores on his own almost every week. He wouldn't tell me what chores or who for, but it was for a lot of money. I knew because when we went to the arcade he had a lot of money to spend. He even had a real dollar bill every week and got to use the bill changer!

Well, I had to know how he was making so much money, so I followed him one Sunday when I knew he was going off to make those big bucks. It was really exciting to play spy and follow Timmy on our bikes. He rode down the block, a couple blocks over, and then a couple more blocks further, to a neat little house with a new car in the driveway. I hid behind a row of bushes in front of a house for sale and watched as he knocked on the front door. He went inside for a couple of minutes, then came out with a man who looked like he was barely old enough to be an adult. They had buckets and rags, and washed his car. They laughed and threw water on each other and had a good time. They got soaked and soapy, and were all laughs as they went inside the garage and then inside the house. I waited and waited. It must have been close to an hour before Timmy came back out and left.

I followed him again, all the way back to his house. I went home, and as soon as I walked in, my mom told me that Timmy had called for me. I called him back, and he asked if I was ready to go to the arcade. I said sure, and we met at the usual corner and then rode to the arcade. He had another dollar bill, and as he changed it in the machine, I asked him how he got it.

"I did chores of course," he answered.

"For who?"

"Why? You gonna take my best customer?" he asked with a laugh.

"No," I said back. "I'm just curious."

"Well I'll never tell," he said, taking his quarters from the machine.

We played some games, and when I ran out of quarters, he lent me some, as usual. When we both ran out of quarters, we started riding around. We stopped to get a drink from the water fountain in one of the parks.

"So what do you do for that dollar?" I asked.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked.

"Because I want to earn a dollar bill too!"

"You won't want to do it," he said, wiping his mouth with his arm.

"Do what?" I asked, just dying to know.

No one paid a kid a dollar to wash his car. Fifty cents, maybe, if it was a big car and really dirty, and you cleaned the inside too.

"Just some stuff," he said.

Maybe he helped the guy's wife clean the house after washing the car, and was scared to admit to doing girl's work.

"Like what?" I asked as we got on our bikes.

"You won't want to do it, so just forget it," he said, getting mad.

I was more curious than ever now, but I didn't want to argue, so I let it drop for then.

The next Sunday, I followed him again. He went to the same house, and washed the same car, and then went inside with the man. Man. Guy, more like. He looked barely old enough to be out of college, let alone married. But he had a new car and a nice house, so he clearly was out of college and had a good job. I waited for a long time, and Timmy came out, got on his bike, and rode off. I rode home really hard, and barely got home before the phone rang. It was Timmy, and he was ready to go to the arcade.

We met at the usual corner, rode to the arcade, and I told him I didn't have many quarters at all this week after buying a tube for my bike tire. He said he'd let me borrow as many as he could, as usual. So we spent all our quarters and his dollar bill, and then rode around for a while.

The next Sunday, I was in the man's back yard before Timmy got there. I peeked through the window in the back of the garage as they washed his car and soaked each other with the soapy water. I ducked down as they went inside, then I sneaked around to the windows, one at a time, until I found them in a bedroom.

What I saw was so shocking that I only have a vague impression instead of the vivid images from just prior. I can still see the shirt Timmy was wearing as they washed his car, and which pair of cut-off jeans shorts he had on, and the color of the man's shirt and slacks and his hair, and the car and may other details -  but what I saw through that window is only a kind of impression.

Timmy and the man were naked, and drying each other off. And they both had boners. I don't remember seeing the man's pubic hair, or other body hair, or any details. I only remember seeing them naked, erect, and drying each other off.

But I can clearly remember the image of them as they sat down on the bed and grabbed each other's erections. The man's seemed impossibly big. Timmy's hand barely covered half of it, and the man's hand was far bigger than Timmy's boner. Then I saw Timmy's expression. Instead of the fear or horror I expected, he was smiling really big, and he looked like he was having a good time!

I was stunned. This was so faggy! It was impossible!

I watched as Timmy played with the man's huge erection, and as that man played with Timmy's little one. 'Played with' only describes what they did at first. They merely touched and tickled at first, but soon were actually jacking off each other. Timmy used his fist, the man used a finger and his thumb. That went on for a few minutes, then the man went down on his knees and used his mouth on Timmy's dick!

That image is burned into my memory. The sight of Timmy's little dick vanishing and reappearing from between the man's lips, and the man's buttocks spread apart, revealing the dark space between them and the even darker circle within.

Watching the man suck on Timmy's dick made my dick get hard. I'd never had a boner like that before. It was so tingly it was almost scary.

Obviously Timmy liked it. He smiled, biting one side of his mouth as the man's head went up and down. This went on for a while, then the man sat down on the bed, and Timmy did the same thing to him. Timmy's cheeks bulged as he moved his head, sliding his lips up and down the man's huge penis.

It was so surprising to see this, but it was even more so to see Timmy licking the tip of the man's penis. He rubbed it with his lips, too. He smiled up at the man at times, and the man smiled down at him.

After a long time of this, the man told Timmy something, and Timmy started using just his hand on the man's big penis, faster and faster, until the man looked like it hurt. Then white stuff squirted out of the man's penis, all over the place. It was all over the man's lower stomach and Timmy's hand.

I wasn't stupid, but sexual things were far more rarified and less talked about then. I knew that the man had squirted his baby seed. I knew it was supposed to feel very good, or so I'd heard the older boys saying. Yet the man looked like he was in pain.

Then the man looked better, at least happy, and Timmy wiped his hand on one of the towels. He started getting dressed, so I left and rode home with an uncomfortable boner. I'd never had a boner like that before.

I wondered why Timmy did those things with the man. It had to be the money. I wondered if I'd do that for a dollar. I wasn't sure. Maybe. Maybe not.

When I got home, I went into the bathroom and examined my erection. My dick was so much bigger than usual. It looked even bigger than Timmy's. As I tried doing to it what I'd seen the man do to Timmy's boner, I figured out why Timmy did it. It felt very good. Maybe the best thing I'd ever felt.

From what I'd heard some older boys saying, the jerking off felt nice, but having it sucked felt even better. Timmy had looked like it did, for sure.

I played with myself for a little while, then the phone rang. I knew it was Timmy, so I stuffed my boner into my pants and went to the phone when Mom called me.

It was very hard not to talk to Timmy about what I'd seen him doing with that man. It was almost all I could think about. I did so badly at the video games that Timmy even commented on it. I said I didn't feel all that great.

The next Sunday, I almost didn't go to the man's house. I did, though. I watched them wash his car. Then I watched them do it on his bed, my hand down my pants.

I was back home, and when Timmy called, we went to the arcade and had a typical day, despite the burning desire to talk to him about the man and what they did.

Over the week, I brought up sex and things, and he seemed to know more than he should. More than I did anyway. He said he heard older boys talking.

I watched him and the man again the next couple of weeks. They did something new one day. After they got started by playing with each other's boners, the man rolled Timmy onto his back, lifted his legs up, and put his face between his legs. He kissed and licked Timmy's butthole. Timmy seemed to like it a lot.

I watched them, then rode home fast to play with my boner for a few minutes before Timmy got home and called.

I talked to Timmy more and more about sex stuff, and played with myself at night. I felt a little guilty over those weeks. It was strange to see Timmy's naked body, and his boner, and in secret at that, but it was too interesting to not keep doing it.

I wondered if I could get in on making that money. I wondered if I could. If Timmy could, I figured I could. I liked beating off, so I figured I'd like being beaten off. And sucked on. Maybe even having my butt licked.

The man ate Timmy's butt every time after that, until they did something else new. After licking and kissing Timmy's hole for a while, the man used his fingers in there. He stuck one inside Timmy's hole, and slid it in and out. Timmy liked it. He did two fingers the next week, and three after a couple weeks.

Timmy had two or even three dollar bills now when we went to the arcade.

I turned twelve. I talked with Timmy more and more about sex stuff. We talked about jacking it off, and we both admitted that we did it and that we liked doing it. We talked about how having it sucked is supposed to feel even better. We talked about butt sex.

Sometimes we even asked each other things, like, "Would you ever let a guy suck your dick?" or "What if a guy paid you to fuck you in the butt? How much would it take to let him?" All kinds of such questions and talk.

My thoughts were more and more on sex. I played with my dick every day, at least twice. It was getting bigger, too. Even my balls were getting bigger.

I started thinking about knocking on the guy's door after Timmy had left and seeing if he'd pay me to do it with him. Some of it, anyway. It was an exciting thought. I hoped I could get the guts up to do it.

On Sundays when it rained, Timmy went inside and didn't come out. They just went to the bedroom, Timmy got naked, the guy dried him off, and they did it.

Then as summer was ending, the man ate Timmy's hole, fingered him for a while, then Timmy sucked the man's dick for a while. Then, the man had Timmy get on his back again, lifted his legs, and put his big dick inside Timmy.

Timmy looked like it was hurting some, but the man kept going, and after a while, his big dick was all the way inside Timmy. He fucked Timmy all the way. He even squirted his stuff inside him.

Then he sucked Timmy's dick until Timmy made him stop. Timmy's dick was all red by then, and his face was too. But he looked happy.

They did something else new. They cuddled. They lay there for a few minutes, Timmy's head on the man's chest, the man's arm around Timmy's shoulders.

The man tried to kiss Timmy, but Timmy didn't want to. The man ran his hand over Timmy's stomach, but Timmy stopped him. When the man groped Timmy's soft dick and his balls, Timmy pulled his hand away and got off the bed and started to get dressed.

I rode home, played with my boner for a few minutes, then answered the phone when Timmy called. We rode to the arcade and spent our money. Today Timmy had a five-dollar bill!

I tried once more to get Timmy to tell me how he made that five-dollar bill. He surprised me this day.

As we walked out of the arcade, I asked him, "So, you ever going to tell me how you get that much money?"

He looked at me as we got on our bikes, and then said, "I'd tell you, but you'd freak out."

I wasn't surprised he thought so. But if he was going to tell me, I wanted him to. I was sure he was going to tell me a lie. We rode away from the arcade, and I asked him how again.

"I do some stuff," he said, not looking at me.

"What kind of stuff?" I asked, expecting that lie.

"What if I told you I did some sex stuff for it?" he asked.

I was really surprised!

"What kind of sex stuff?" I asked, looking at him as much as I could as we rode along on our bikes.

"I let a guy suck my dick," he told me, then looked right at me, probably to see my reaction.

"Is that all?" I asked. Then when I saw his surprise, I added, "Just let a guy suck your dick?"

"He gives me a dollar," he said, glancing at me often. Then added, "He gives me more if I do more."

"Like what?"

"If I suck his, I get two bucks. If I let him play with my butthole, I get three dollars. If I..."

"What?" I asked.

"If I let him fuck my butt, he gives me five bucks."

"Is that how you got that five dollars today?" I asked, watching his face.

He was blushing hard, but managed to meet my eyes as he answered.

"Yeah. I let him fuck me, and he gave me five bucks."

So, he was telling me the truth. I was really surprised.

"You think I'm a fag?" he asked.

"No. You're doing it for money," I said. "I'd do it for that much money too."

"You would?" he asked, apparently surprised.

I liked surprising him. It was hard to do, so I used it.

"Yeah. Ask this guy if he wants another dick to suck."

He laughed. Not at me, but laughed anyway.

So I asked, "What?"

"He asked me if I had any friends who would."

"What'd you say?" I asked, excited.

"I said I'd ask."

"Who were you going to ask?"

"You, stupid."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Who else?"

"I don't know. Jerry maybe. Scott?"

"No way. They'd tell if I even asked."

"You don't think I'd tell?" I asked, kind of hurt.

"No. You can keep a secret. And you're cool enough to maybe be smart enough to do it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

We rode a while as I tried to think of a way to tell Timmy I wanted to do it.

Then Timmy asked, "So?"

"So what?"

"So? You wanna?"

I remember how my guts quivered. I wanted to simply say yes, and go for it. But it was too hard to do that.

"Well?" he asked.

"You think he would?" I asked.

"What? Want to with you?"

"Yeah."

"Sure. Why not? He asked me if I had a friend who wanted to do it. He'd pay him the same he pays me."

Somehow, at some point, it had become less about earning that dollar bill, or even a five-dollar bill, it had become more about having the sex.

"He said I should ask my friend if he wanted to earn fifty cents washing his car, and he'd decide if he wanted to see if my friend wanted to do more than that. That I wouldn't have to talk about it to my friend, that he'd do all that, I could pretend I didn't know about it at all."

"I'll do it," I said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'll go with you and wash his car with you guys, and see if he wants to pay me to... you know... do something."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. If you can do it, I can."

We were quiet for a while, then I asked, "What's it like?"

"What?"

"You know. Doing it."

"Well, it sure feels better than doing it yourself," he laughed.

"Yeah, I know that."

"It's worth it. It feels really good, and you get paid for it."

"Yeah."

When we got to my house, we got sodas, and mom went shopping like she usually did on Sundays. Dad was playing golf, like usual. We were alone, like usual. But things weren't usual for long.

We were playing in my room, and Timmy asked if I knew what the guy wanted to do.

"Suck my dick, I guess," I said.

"Yeah. For a dollar bill."

"Yeah."

"Well, he might want to do more."

"He'll pay more, right?"

"Yeah. If you let him play with your butt, he'll give you another dollar bill. If you let him, you know, lick it, that's another dollar."

"Lick your butt?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"What's that like?"

He laughed, got redder in the face, and said, "Feels pretty good. And if you let him put your finger in your butt, that's another dollar bill."

"And it's five dollars if you let him put his dick in your butt?"

"Yeah."

"Don't that hurt?"

"Yeah. I guess he'll do his fingers first. Sort of get you used to it. He did me, anyway."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"So it hurts?"

"At first. Some. But not a whole lot. And it feels kind of good, too. It's worth the bucks."

"Okay. I guess. Maybe."

"You don't have to. Only if you want to."

"Okay. Good."

"Think you will?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Wanna try it first?"

"Huh?"

"Wanna try it first?"

"What? You mean, us try it?"

"Yeah. I'll do some stuff, and you can see if you want to do it for money with him."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. If you wanna."

"I guess."

"Cool. So, like, get your pants off."