Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2020 02:28:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: corpusdawg88@aim.com
Subject: Easy Money Part One

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Dallas Ford was hot and everyone knew it.

Just turned 18 he had a body that was crafted from years of baseball and
football and lacrosse and anything else that made him sweat. At 6'1" he was
made up of lean muscle and tanned skin that made every head that saw him
turn. He was the very image that people thought of when they imagined what
an all American Midwest jock looked like. With dirty blond hair and green
eyes that made it seem like he was always on the verge of telling a joke,
Dallas was literally the most popular boy in Shelbyville, Kentucky.

It was the summer after high school and he had some tough choices to make.

His father had made it clear that there was simply no money for
college. Their farm was always one bad crop away from bankruptcy so the
though of college tuition was simply not in the cards. Though he excelled
at many sports, Dallas' other pursuit never gave him time to actually focus
on a sport long enough to earn a scholarship.

His other pursuit? That would be pussy,

Dallas was born with the face of an angel, the body of a devil and the cock
of a God. A fact his little brother Greyson despised.

Greyson was hot as well. He also played several sports, worked the fields
ever summer and had piercing blue eyes where his brother had green. His
cock was larger than average and in fact he would have been hot in any
other town. Any town his brother didn't live in. Growing up in the shadow
of his big brother's cock was humbling, and a task that Greyson suffered
through silently.

Dallas had made his way through most, if not all of the eligible girls in
town, including more than a few passing women who had stopped at Pop's
filling station where Dallas worked after school as a mechanic.

Dallas didn't care about college, while his father did.

Two weeks after graduation he was given an ultimatum by his father. Start
taking classes at the junior college or move out, nothing in between. That
Friday Dallas had gathered his stuff and crashed on his friend's Nash's
couch. Both boys had been jocks and lived for nothing more than pussy and
getting drunk. Within a month the two of them had settled into a calm
routine. Work, car, sex, repeat.

Nash would take his girls back to his room while Dallas would rail his on
the couch. More than once the dueling screams of their conquests had filled
the small apartment, after awhile it had become a competition. Life was
good, and the boys loved it.

Until Pop had a bad fall and had to close the filling station and move out
of town, leaving Dallas unemployed.

 "Dude," Nash said handing hid friend a beer, "What are you gonna do?"

"Fuck if I know, not like jobs are falling off the tree around here."

"Truth man, you could mow lawns?"

"Dude, come on. I ain't 15 any more, I need real money, not ten of
dollars."

"You gonna move back home?"

"How? I can't afford community college with no job now!"

They both sat there, not sure what to do.

That Monday, while his dad was at work, Dallas sneaked back into the house
to do his laundry and get something to eat. He was not ready to find his
little brother in a pair of gym shorts grinding on the kitchen floor.

"What in the fuck?" Dallas exclaimed, dropping his laundry basket.

"FUCK MAN!" Greyson said jumping up and grabbing his phone, which had been
filming him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dallas asked as his brother deleted the
video.

"I was doing a Toktik, what are you doing here?"

"Had laundry," he said kicking the basket, "What the fuck kind of Toktik
you do grinding on the floor?"

"It's the Wap challenge asshole, you know if dad finds you here you're
dead."

"Better that he doesn't find out right?"

Greyson scowled but went into the living room while Dallas loaded the
washing machine. After grabbing some food he joined him on the couch.

"So that's your summer? Doing Toktik shit?"

Greyson shrugged, "Better than nothing. Heard Pop's is closing down."

"Yeah, fucking sucks."

Greyson kept flipping through his feed, watching guy after guy grinding or
singing. Finally Greyson said, "You could start an Onlycams

Dallas stopped flipping through the stations, "A what?"

"It's a site, people pay you for pictures and videos and shit. Some guys
say they make a ton of money."

"Doing what?" Dallas asked.

Greyson shrugged, "I dunno? Sex shit I think."

"Fuck that," Dallas said, going back to the tv.

But his cock had heard, and was intrigued.

That night he laid on the couch while Nash fucked his girl, the sounds of
their moans made him hard as fuck.

He had made a Tktok account and saw more than a few guys who weren't as
good looking as him getting tons of fucking traffic doing nothing. He was
bored, why not try something?

Dallas started filming, pointing the phone down his chest, showing the hard
ridges of his abs as he moved his hips. The bulge of his cock was clear
through his jeans, the worn spot showed his member and the curve of the
shaft as it snaked down his thigh. He found some song and posted and
waited.

The sounds were driving him nuts, he tossed his phone down and unbuttoned
his jeans. He reached in and pulled his cock out, all nine inches uncurling
from his boxers. Once freed he let it go and the huge head slapped against
his abs, a small burp of precum splattered and collected in the grooves of
his abs.

He spit into his hand and started to stroke his cock, listening to Nash
rail this girl and her screams for him to fuck her harder. His hips jerked
up as his cock pushed through the tight grip of his hand and he fucked his
fist like he would any hole. His eyes were closed and all he could think
about was what was going on in that room. The flesh hitting flesh, his
mouth of her tits ,the sweat as he dove into her. Dallas felt himself get
close and he thrust harder and harder into his fist.

"Come on...fuck that bitch..." he said to himself as he felt his cock start
to pulse.

He cried out as his eyes flew open as he came. Long streams of thick cum
erupted over his smooth chest as he saw Nash in the hallway, looking on
with his mouth open in shock. Dallas was shocked but knowing his friend was
watching him cum drove him further and he felt warm splashes over his face
as his cock fired burst after burst of cum.

Dallas laid there, panting as his cum dried on his pecs, Nash whistled and
shook his head, "Dude, that was hot." and finished walking into the
bathroom.

Dallas' tongue darted out and he tasted himself on his lips as he ate a
glob of cum off his mouth.

"Damn right it was," he said looking down at his flawless body, covered in
ropes of his own juice.