Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2023 13:22:53 -0500 From: Sleazy Subject: Hunter The Whore Please support Nifty through donations! They deserve and need your help in keeping the site running! Any and all feedback is welcomed and encouraged to sleazeandgrease@gmail.com Hunter The Whore Part 1: Hunter and Mike Buckley Hunter Buckley had never been the brightest bulb in the box, but what he was was the finest specimen of man most of the ladies and queer boys he knew had seen. 6'9", buff, and wide, Hunter Buckley was a ginger beast of a man with a square, orcish face. It was damn near impossible for him not to have eyes on him wherever he was, but he had never minded it. In fact, he liked it. He'd looked 22 at 15, so he got plenty of attention from boys his age and MILFs alike. It didn't hurt that he had a natural charisma and swagger that pulled attention and wiggled pants off--he had a sort of natural dominance that commanded respect. Hunter was as bisexual as you could be, so as long as there was something warm and wet to get off in, he was for it. In fact, he was possibly a little too eager for it. Hunter spent more time chasing tail than anything, and aside from working out, drinking, smoking, and doing stupid redneck shit, it was about all he did. When he knocked up his third lady at 19, two years into sophomore year with 25% attendance, and the lady in question was his biology teacher, his mom told him he could either get his shit together and stay with her or drop out and leave. Now, Hunter didn't really want to drop out. There was too much good pussy at stake, and he liked cutting class to smoke a joint with his buddies when he did go to school. However, he knew damn good and well that he was not going to do good enough to graduate. So the next day, Hunter was taking nudie posters off the wall and packing his bong in a box to move out from his mom and in with his dad. Hunter knew Mike Buckley from a series of visits through his life. He was 35 now, but he was 16 when Hunter was born. Mike was the kind of dad who was there if absolutely no one else could watch Hunter as a kid, then there for gatherings and hanging out as Hunter got older. In fact, the older Hunter got, the more he saw his dad. Once he got old enough to do the shit his dad was doing, he found a buddy in his old man. They still weren't very close, but Mike was a fun guy to hang around with, and Hunter learned a lot from him. Hunter's mom always called him white trash, but he figured she and him weren't much better. For example, what a job well done looked like with a lady. Hunter didn't know what his dad did for work, but what he did know was that he sure found plenty of time to fuck. Hunter was always loud, proud, and crude, and he definitely got it from his dad. Mike Buckley got tail, and he was always ready to share a tale, picture, or video of him getting it--and that included his son, who frequently got such in text messages. Mike needed an outlet, and he liked that it could be his son. The idea of Hunter showing his buddies too was even sweeter. While Hunter didn't know it, the reality was that his dad was an amateur pornstar. He wasn't shooting with any studios, but he made more than enough to pay the bills and beer. He'd been at it for years, getting his start around the time Hunter was born with some guys who paid him $100 to jerk off for a camera. He was a dirty talking, raunchy, all-man natural. When they were back in his area and offered him $250 to do the same for longer, Mike knew he could make a job out of it. He'd always been far hornier than the average man, and he could use that for cash? Match made in heaven. He hadn't expected most of his fans to be men, but money was money and he didn't mind the attention or horny comments he read under those videos. He was a beefy stud like his son, he knew it, and he loved showing it off just as much. So when Hunter moved in with his dad, it was time for him to find out what he did for a living, especially since Hunter had just dropped out and would be spending more time with his dad while he found a job. They went a couple days without much about it being said, but when Mike needed the house for the day to shoot some videos, he figured it was time to let his boy in. He caught Hunter on his way out and got him to sit down in his room while he explained. He didn't really think or care about what Hunter might think, but he just responded with a huge smile, a laugh, and a slap on his dad's back before telling him that that was pretty fucking sweet. He had a few questions, like how much he made and what his porn name was (it was just his name), but after that, he just curled his lip in thought and nodded then left to where he was heading. Mike really didn't think anything about it until a week or two later when Hunter came to him asking how to get started doing what he did. It was about the proudest his dad had ever been of Hunter. Mike had questioned what he would do when he dropped out--not why, that much was clear--but this seemed like a no brainer. Mike was a huge alpha stud, and so was Hunter. Mike was a borderline sex addict, and so was Hunter. Mike got paid to show off what he's got, so why the fuck shouldn't Hunter? It took 20 minutes and a sit down on the couch with Mike's laptop to get Hunter signed up and started with an OnlyFans and a Chaturbate. Mike explained to his son that the real money was in doing both, and to do so regularly. Then, a tour of Mike's equipment; camera, tripod, a light, lube, and several pocketpussies ranging in hole and size. Mike told Hunter that if he proved he'd work at it he'd buy him the same, but that his own laptop camera and microphone would work to start. Mike had the drive to be on camera every day jerking off, showing off, or fucking, but he didn't know if Hunter would be the same. He knew he was a hornball like his dad given his already long list of baby mommas--Mike wished he had whooped some sense into him so he would just pull out--but doing and showing off are two different things. But Hunter took to whoring himself out like a duck to water. Daily posts, nightly streams, and constant updates of his dumbass redneck behavior to a Twitter audience. Mike was good at being a sex god, but Hunter was good at that and marketing himself. Both Mike and Hunter spent their days being rowdy perverts, but Mike kept some to himself while Hunter shared it all. It didn't hurt that Hunter was openly bisexual and had a built-in audience from his daddy, and within a few months, he had more fans and was making more money than his dad. Mike fulfilled his promise and helped his son get the equipment he had, and even more. Hunter might've been pulling in more subscriptions and donations than his dad, but most of the money went back to Mike to pay for bills, weed, beer, and some porn for himself. It was around the time that Hunter upgraded his equipment that the requests to see the two together really started rolling in. Truthfully, neither of them had thought about it, but when the suggestion was made it just seemed natural. They had always been sexually open with each other, neither were opposed to jerking off with a buddy or sharing a bitch, and there was some crazy money to be made. So the two started streaming with each other twice a week on their accounts. Once on Mike's, once on Hunter's. After three months of those duo streams, both men had new cars, new tattoos, and more pot and liquor than they knew what to do with. The two rednecks went from making a living off porn to living the life off porn. They threw more parties, had more fun, and started buying grass by the ounces. It was everything the two could ever dream of, and it was fueled by a dream job. - I'm baaack! Trying to make more time for writing. This may either be a little horny idea or something that turns into a full series. Definitely want to get back to Rex Dixon and Dad's Shed, but I'm writing just to get into the flow again so I hope you'll appreciate this in the meantime. Any and all feedback is welcomed and encouraged to sleazeandgrease@gmail.com!