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My early retirement could not have happened at a more opportune time in my life. Having bought a home in a remote village, I was delighted that my life would give me the absolute solitude I had always desired.I had never been comfortable in the company of people, and from childhood, had always found my own company preferable. Much as my phlegmatic aloofness perplexed my parents, they eventually simply accepted it.As an adult, my detached behaviour persisted, and any attempt at relationships soon became thwarted, as partners simply could not cope with my indifference.Now that I have left you doubtless that I am the most self-absorbed arsehole in the world, let me at least hope that I may redeem myself by relating an entertaining story.Apart from being an avid reader, mostly porn, I was also a total voyeur on the internet. I loved watching men masturbating. Much as I loved the live sites, I also had a penchant for the sites where straight men, are financially encouraged to perform erotic acts for queers like me. One of my favourites was Czech Hunter. On this site, the host accosts young males, and by constantly flashing notes of money and breaking down their resolve. Generally, he ends up fucking them.Unlike the normal boring porn videos, I found the dilemma of the straight ?victims? breathtaking, as they were coerced by the offer of money. There was never any violence, which I abhor, but a sustained inducement of acquiescence as their resolve gradually became obliterated by cash. The process always drove me crazy with lust.In an ever-escalating development of my perversion, not only did I start writing pornographic short stories, but also began to think of becoming a pornographer.As luck would have it, apart from my home, I had a stunning cottage at the back of my property. I figured that with minimal effort, I could turn the cottage into a studio.I will not bore you with all the details of the transformation, but soon had a suitable layout, lighting, and a state-of-the-art camcorder, to embark on my new ?career.? My pièce de résistance was a modern styled, Morello type chaise longue that I had reupholstered in black leather. The only thing missing at this point was the performers.In the enclave where I found myself, not only was the economic situation stressful for the inhabitants, but with the added Covid pandemic, the young men in the area were at wit?s end, trying to eke out an existence. This dilemma, I saw as an incredible opportunity to commandeer financially stressed recruits, for my perversion. With most of these youngsters still living with their parents or grandparents, I was convinced that my endeavour might be fruitful. Naturally, I would have to approach my mission with great caution, to avoid being ostracised as a dirty pervert. Paedophilia had never interested me, and the young men I had in mind were eighteen years old, and Büyükçekmece escort beyond.Top of my list was a youngster named, Marne. Marne was a thuggish-looking, straight delinquent? Perfect for my predilection of scuzzy men, and I wanted him with unbridled lust. At noon every day, I would watch him pass by my home, on his way to buy cheap single cigarettes from the small store around the corner from me. I knew he was jobless and hard up. My biggest problem, however, was that Marne never greeted me or acknowledged my existence in any way. Naturally, I put this down to the fact that everyone knew I was gay. Marne?s indifference, if anything, made the prospect of enticing him into my infamous ploy, even more alluring.One day, as I expectantly hung around my front gate hoping the get the ball rolling. I was elated when I saw him coming down the road. As he got close, I greeted him.?Hi, my name is David, I don?t believe we?ve been introduced,? I uttered extending my hand with a friendly smile.The look of surprise on his face was hilarious. Added to that, the way he nervously looked left and right before approaching me was hysterical.?Hi, I?m Marne,? he said as we shook hands.As I inanely mentioned the weather in an attempt at small talk, I took the packet of cigarettes out of my top pocket and casually lit one. Next, feigning embarrassment, I apologized for my rudeness before extending the box and offering Marne a smoke.As his eyes lit up from the bonanza befalling him, he gratefully extracted a cigarette before lighting it. Following that, I interrupted my mindless banter and said, ?Listen? I always have a beer at noon, would you like to join me???Wow, that would be unbelievable,? he excitedly exclaimed.As I invited him to follow me to my house, Marne once more looked left and right, before awkwardly following me.Once inside, I handed him a beer as well as offering him another cigarette. Marne now seemed far more relaxed, presumably free from the imaginary prying eyes that had haunted his sideways glances.As he told me his life story, and how falling on hard times he had come to live with his grandparents, I had my first proper close-up look at Marne. Coarse and rough as he was, he was far better looking than I had anticipated. His attire and hands were icky, but that was hardly surprising, because he assisted his grandfather on their two-acre plot on the outskirts of the village, growing vegetables and tending to the two cows and chickens they had on the smallholding. In return, Marne got food and a roof over his head. The little money that his grandfather gave him was enough to buy his daily smokes and the odd chocolate and soda pop. Alcohol, however, was beyond his means.As he bantered on, I could not keep my eyes off Marne?s hands. Rough as they were, they were broad and manly. What pleased me most Çatalca escort bayan was that his fingernails were short-clipped. In my mind?s eye, I began to imagine how sexy his hands would look, toying with his dick. The worst part of our interaction for me was that I knew I had to display patience.The old English proverb, ?softly, softly, catchee monkey,? reverberated in my mind.As Marne mentioned that he had better get back to work, I decided to play an important trump card.?Oh, by the way, the other thing I also do at noon is to have a joint. May I give you one to take with you?? I casually asked.The excitement on his face was akin to someone shouting, Bingo!In the town close to where I lived, a man I knew rolled my joints for me with filters et al. I could stand those saliva-sodden joints that people passed around at parties and insisted that my joints should be like normal cigarettes. I had access to unlimited, top-grade weed, and for his efforts, I always supplied him with a few ounces of grass.From Marne?s overjoyed expression, I did not wait for a response, before placing two joints and five cigarettes into an empty packet of smokes. After all, I did not want to spoil him too much.?Take it easy, buddy, this weed is strong stuff,? I warned. After I walked Marne to the gate, I concluded, ?You?re always welcome to pop in, buddy.?Once I returned indoors, I wondered how long it would take before he would have his first drag.The following day, I remained inside my house at noon. Eager as I was to see him, I decided to show restraint and wait for Marne to make the next move.Thankfully, the day after there was a knock at my front door. My anticipation had been spot on, and I had even made a pizza for lunch.?I hope I?m not bothering you?? he self-consciously asked as I opened the door.?Shit, buddy, with this lockdown bullshit, it?s great to have some company. As far as I am concerned, you can pop in every day,? I reassuringly stated, before adding, ?As a matter of fact, I made this huge pizza that I won?t be able to finish, so you?re doing me a favour.?Scoffing the slices and raving about not having chicken and vegetables for a change, Marne tucked in like a kid in a candy store.When he left that day, with two more joints and several cigarettes, I had a feeling that the ice between us had melted, and that Marne was now very relaxed in my company.I was rather dismayed the following day when he did not pop in at noon. It, therefore, came as a surprise when there was a knock at my door after two p.m. As I looked at Marne quizzically, he explained that on Saturdays he worked until two, and then got the afternoon off. This was wonderful news for me because it meant that there were possibly no time constraints for him.?So, you are in no hurry and don?t have to rush off?? I questioned, making sure that I Escort Esenler was reading the situation correctly.?No? Unless you get fed up with me and want me to leave,? Marne countered.?No, buddy, I have no plans, so you can stay as long as you like,? I replied, offering him a beer and a joint.I now led the way to my back veranda, hoping that Marne would ask me about the cottage. My ploy immediately paid dividends, as he asked me about the cottage.?Oh? That?s a studio of sorts,? I replied, before continuing, ?Would you like to see it???Sure,? he answered.As we entered, his eyes flicked about as he took it all in. The tripods, the camcorder, the chaise, the lighting, the flat-screen television, and etcetera.?This is my porn room,? I quietly confessed, before asking, ?Do you like porn???Jesus, bro, the grandparents don?t have internet, computers, or anything like that. They still listen to the radio,? he concluded with a laugh.As a demonstration, I turned the television on and a hectic porn scene of three men solidly fucking a woman began playing. I could see Marne?s face light up as he watched the spectacle.?Why don?t you sit down and watch, while I go get us another beer and a joint,? I suggested. Compliantly, Marne sat on the chaise, with his eyes glued to the screen.By the time I returned, Marne?s face was flushed with horniness. Happily, during my absence, the camcorder and lighting had also registered with him.?If you don?t mind me asking? What?s the camcorder and lighting for?? Marne subtlety asked.Having anticipated this possibility, I had formulated a response.?Jeez? I do not know if I should be telling you this? However? If you can keep a secret, I?ll tell you,? I conspiratorially stated, with all the necessary pauses for effect.?Sure,? Marne replied.?Buddy, you absolutely, have to swear you will tell nobody,? I answered as dramatically as I could.?I swear,? he stated, like somebody just been inducted into a secret society.?My hobby is making porn videos,? I answered.?Of what?? Marne incredulously questioned.At this point, I knew that my bullshit story had to be credible.?Well, in these economic times, there are a lot of hard-up men who can do with some extra cash. I pay them to do solo jerkoff videos for me,? I conspiratorially answered.?Who? And why do you do this?? Marne asked with a befuddled frown.?Well, as far as the ?who? is concerned, I will never reveal that information. As to ?why,? it turns me on, and I like to watch the solos over and over again,? I replied.Marne sat quietly for a short while before he asked the question I was waiting for.?How much do you pay these men?? he apprehensively inquired.?Oh, two hundred bucks,? I casually countered.The dilemma on his face was fantastic, and I could almost smell the avaricious machinations of his mind working overtime.After another lengthy pause, he asked, ?So, what do they have to do???Well, when you?re alone, you presumably masturbate, don?t you?? I asked, before quickly adding, ?This is the same. You simply relax on the daybed naked, and pleasure yourself while watching porn as I video you.?I let my words fully sink in, before continuing, ?The guys just ignore me and do their thing.?