PART ONE
It was completely by accident that I discovered my older brother liked to jerk off on camera for money. And never in a million years did I think he’d ever convince me to do the same.
He was 23, recently graduated from college, and I was 21, in my final year. We had just moved out of our parents’ house a few months before and decided to share an apartment in order to save up some money. I worked in retail, so my savings account was growing at an unbearably slow pace. Carson did not have a job, but he always seemed to have more money than me.
Well, I guess now I know why.
It was a Thursday morning when I caught him. Neither of us had class that day and my shift at work didn’t start until noon. So I slept in late and then got up to do a workout. Seeing as how I hadn’t heard any other sounds in the house, I assumed Carson was out too. I stripped to my underwear and spent an hour using my home gym equipment to work my chest and arms. I wanted to finish off with an ab workout using my medicine ball, but when I looked for it, it was nowhere to be found.
“Dammit, Carson,” I muttered. He was always taking my workout stuff and leaving it in his room. I grabbed my hand towel, wiped the sweat off my forehead, pecs, and pits, and headed for Carson’s room. The door was closed but I didn’t think anything of it. I barreled through the doorway.
Carson wasn’t out and about. He was sitting at his computer desk, naked, with his legs up on the desk and spread wide. He was jacking off.
“Oh shit!” I said involuntarily.
“Fuck!” said Carson as he quickly lowered his legs and looked around for a towel. He found one and covered his boner.
“I’m sorry, dude. I was just looking for my medicine ball.” As I spoke, I instantly took in the rest of the scene. On his computer screen was some kind of porn cam/chat site. Carson’s webcam was strategically placed to capture the best view and it was obvious that others had been watching him masturbate.
“I’ll get it for you in a minute, dude...can you just get out?”
“Yeah, sorry.” I turned and left the room. The door slammed shut behind me. I stood in the hall for a second, completely flabbergasted by what I had seen. Not so much by the fact that he was whacking off. I mean, we’d never discussed masturbation before, but we both knew that the other did it. Every guy does. Every guy you’ve ever shaken hands with has had that hand wrapped around his cock at one time or another. It was the fact that he was broadcasting it and letting others watch him. I always thought of masturbation as a very private act and it embarrassed me just to talk about it. And to let someone else watch while I did intimate things with my own genitals was something I couldn’t imagine.
I decided to forget my ab workout and I headed for the shower.
By the time I had showered and dressed and ventured into the kitchen for something to eat, Carson had emerged from his room. “Hey, Levi,” he said. “Let me explain what that was all about.”
“No need to explain,” I insisted. “I shouldn’t have barged in on your….alone time.”
“You don’t understand,” Carson said. “It’s not that I get off on playing with my junk in front of guys. But I’m making a lot of money doing this cam stuff.”
“Really? Guys are paying you to watch you?”
“Yeah. Sometimes a lot. I think some of them are just some lonely guys with a lot of money. You wouldn’t believe how much some of them will pay for a cumshot.”
“Okay, I think I’ve heard enough. I’d like to just forget about it now and go to work.”
Carson laughed. “Hey, don’t judge, Levi. It’s not like you don’t jack off.”
“You’re right. I just don’t do it with an audience.” I gave him a playful punch in the arm and turned away to grab my keys and phone.
“Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it,” Carson called out as I left the room.
“I don’t ever intend to try it!”
And with that false statement, I left for work.
***
It was another two days before the subject was brought up again. Saturday night, and with my girlfriend Amy being sick, I was in for a night at home with Carson.
“Levi, come here. I wanna show you something.”
I followed him into his room and he pointed at his computer screen. It was the same site he had been on the other day when I caught him beating off. “What?” I said. “What am I looking at?”
“After I do my thing,” Carson said, making a jerk off motion in the air, “I post the video for people to watch later. I posted the video of you walking in on me.”
“You what? You have me on a video?” I thought about how my face would have been visible and the fact that I hadn’t been wearing a shirt. “I don’t want that on the internet!”
“No, dude, look! It’s been my most popular video. It’s been watched more times than anything I’ve ever posted. Some guys even tipped me more money afterwards.”
“Why?”
“They said that most videos of guys getting “caught” are fake as shit, but mine was awesome because it was genuine.”
“Um, okay. Good for you, I guess.”
“And a lot of them were impressed by you.” He paused as if unsure how to approach the next sentence. “They’re willing to pay a lot if I can get you to do a video.”
I thought he was joking, so I laughed. But the look on his face said that he was dead serious. “Are you kidding me? They want me to jack off for them?”
Carson nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Will you do it?”
I looked at him as if he were insane. “Fuck no! I’m not beating off on cam for a bunch of guys!”
“Dude, I don’t think you realize how much we’re talking about. It’s not that big a deal, come on. Please. You’ll make a lot and then I’ll make a lot for getting you to do it!”
“This is nuts.” I shook my head. “I don’t think I could do it.”
“Look,” Carson said. “You’re not going out with Amy tonight, so chances are you were going to stay in your room and beat your meat anyway, right?”
I couldn’t argue with him and my silence told him my answer was a yes.
“So you can still do that. Just do it sitting here at my desk with the camera pointed toward you.”
To my own astonishment, I found myself looking at the website and actually contemplating doing it. I could definitely use the money, seeing as how tuition payments were coming up. I looked back at Carson. “So what, I’m supposed to do this with you standing right here?”
He looked at me and raised a sarcastic eyebrow. “Dude, there are a lot of things I want to do before I die. But seeing my brother’s orgasm face as he blows his wad all over his chest is not one of them.”
“I have to cum on myself?”
“You’ll get more money if they can see the money shot. So yeah. And if they make some reasonable requests and you want to do what they ask, they’ll give even more.”
I looked down at his desk chair, searching for any reason not to go through with it. “I don’t want to sit on this with my bare ass. It’s probably got your ass funk all over it.”
“Don’t worry, I wipe down the butt sweat each time. It’s fresh and clean.”
I sighed.
“Great!” Carson said, taking my sigh as an indication that I was all in. He made a few clicks with his mouse, typed a few things and the light on the camera was suddenly on. He looked directly at the cam. “Hey guys, I’m here with my brother Levi. I know that many of you were impressed by his muscley pec and abs the other day...so I convinced him to put on a show for you guys. I’m going to step out of the room for a while and let Levi take care of business. Have fun and don’t forget to tip big if you like what you see!”
Carson winked at me, left the room, and closed the door.
***
I stood there for a long minute, nervous and unsure what to do. I stared at the screen and watched as the comments started to pop up:
Don’t just stand there, take off your shirt.
Let’s see that hot boy cock.
Can’t wait to see if your dick is as big as your brother’s.
I had to admit, it was slightly arousing to have so many people thinking I was attractive and actually want to see me take off my clothes. And the idea of comparing my cock to Carson’s was causing my crotch to tingle.
I took off my shirt. I immediately heard a few soft pings from the computer and it took me a second to figure out it was the sound of guys giving me money.
I couldn’t believe it. I was already receiving money just for being shirtless. The comments poured in.
FUCK! Nice.
Flex for us!
Love that little bit of hair on your pecs.
I flexed my biceps for them and the tips came fast.
Damn. Hot nipples. Would love to suck ‘em.
Oh yeah. Raise those arms. Show me those sexy pits.
I’d never been told my armpits were sexy, so I was a little confused. But I obliged. I felt a little vulnerable having my armpit hair so exposed. I generally kept my arms down when shirtless because I was convinced that women found hairy pits disgusting. But these guys were loving it.
MMM. Lick that pit.
I wondered if this was one of those “reasonable requests” that Carson was talking about. I figured it wasn’t too crazy, so I turned my head and licked my pit.
I spent a good five minutes flexing, showing my torso, licking my armpits, and rubbing my pecs for them. Finally, they wanted the goods.
Take off your pants.
I pulled my pants down and my cock was throbbing through my underwear. Based on the comments and tips, they were eager to see what I was packing. I pulled off my underwear and sat down in the chair. I spread my legs open a little and pointed my stiff prick forward for them to get a good view of its length.
Goddamn!
Holy shit!
I wanna suck that thing!
Look at those fucking balls!
I found myself getting into it and I felt my inhibitions evaporating. I gave them a nice view of my asshole and started stroking my dick.
The room was filled with the pings of money being given to me as I worked my cock for them. More than a few of them commented on the precum that was glistening on my head. I obliged when they told me to beat faster, and then when some told me to go slower. My balls bounced up and down.
Lean back and raise one arm. Let’s see that pit hair while you jerk.
I leaned back, raised my arm behind my head, and continued to beat off. I was starting to sweat. The pings and comments were going crazy.
Can’t wait to see that hot load!
Shoot that cum all over yourself!
Let me hear you moan!
An extra 10 bucks if your cum blast can reach your chin!
I couldn’t hold off any longer. I knew I had no desire to do anything sexually with a guy, but the idea of these guys getting off to me getting myself off was incredibly hot. I grunted loudly and unleashed a blast of cum onto my chest. The ropes of jizz kept coming and I coated my pecs and abs.
When it was all done, I thanked the guys for their tips, told them I had a good time, and switched off the camera.
I sat there for a second, my asshole sweating and the cum dripping down my chest. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I shook my head and grabbed the towel Carson had left for me. I wiped off the cum and stood up. I pulled my underwear back on and opened the door. Carson was standing right there.
“Sounds like it was a success.”
“Dude. Were you listening the whole time? You pervert.”
Carson laughed. He pointed at my shoulder. “Damn. Looks like you really enjoyed it. You came that far?”
I wiped away the bit of cum that I had missed. “Well, I know they enjoyed it. So I’ll be interested to know how much I made.”
“I’ll get right on that. You get in the shower.” He looked down at the desk chair. “Maybe next time you should use a towel for that asshole sweat.”
“Ha,” I said as I walked away. “There isn’t going to be a next time. This was a one time only thing.”
How wrong I was.
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It was completely by accident that I discovered my older brother liked to jerk off on camera for money. And never in a million years did I think he’d ever convince me to do the same.
He was 23, recently graduated from college, and I was 21, in my final year. We had just moved out of our parents’ house a few months before and decided to share an apartment in order to save up some money. I worked in retail, so my savings account was growing at an unbearably slow pace. Carson did not have a job, but he always seemed to have more money than me.
Well, I guess now I know why.
It was a Thursday morning when I caught him. Neither of us had class that day and my shift at work didn’t start until noon. So I slept in late and then got up to do a workout. Seeing as how I hadn’t heard any other sounds in the house, I assumed Carson was out too. I stripped to my underwear and spent an hour using my home gym equipment to work my chest and arms. I wanted to finish off with an ab workout using my medicine ball, but when I looked for it, it was nowhere to be found.
“Dammit, Carson,” I muttered. He was always taking my workout stuff and leaving it in his room. I grabbed my hand towel, wiped the sweat off my forehead, pecs, and pits, and headed for Carson’s room. The door was closed but I didn’t think anything of it. I barreled through the doorway.
Carson wasn’t out and about. He was sitting at his computer desk, naked, with his legs up on the desk and spread wide. He was jacking off.
“Oh shit!” I said involuntarily.
“Fuck!” said Carson as he quickly lowered his legs and looked around for a towel. He found one and covered his boner.
“I’m sorry, dude. I was just looking for my medicine ball.” As I spoke, I instantly took in the rest of the scene. On his computer screen was some kind of porn cam/chat site. Carson’s webcam was strategically placed to capture the best view and it was obvious that others had been watching him masturbate.
“I’ll get it for you in a minute, dude...can you just get out?”
“Yeah, sorry.” I turned and left the room. The door slammed shut behind me. I stood in the hall for a second, completely flabbergasted by what I had seen. Not so much by the fact that he was whacking off. I mean, we’d never discussed masturbation before, but we both knew that the other did it. Every guy does. Every guy you’ve ever shaken hands with has had that hand wrapped around his cock at one time or another. It was the fact that he was broadcasting it and letting others watch him. I always thought of masturbation as a very private act and it embarrassed me just to talk about it. And to let someone else watch while I did intimate things with my own genitals was something I couldn’t imagine.
I decided to forget my ab workout and I headed for the shower.
By the time I had showered and dressed and ventured into the kitchen for something to eat, Carson had emerged from his room. “Hey, Levi,” he said. “Let me explain what that was all about.”
“No need to explain,” I insisted. “I shouldn’t have barged in on your….alone time.”
“You don’t understand,” Carson said. “It’s not that I get off on playing with my junk in front of guys. But I’m making a lot of money doing this cam stuff.”
“Really? Guys are paying you to watch you?”
“Yeah. Sometimes a lot. I think some of them are just some lonely guys with a lot of money. You wouldn’t believe how much some of them will pay for a cumshot.”
“Okay, I think I’ve heard enough. I’d like to just forget about it now and go to work.”
Carson laughed. “Hey, don’t judge, Levi. It’s not like you don’t jack off.”
“You’re right. I just don’t do it with an audience.” I gave him a playful punch in the arm and turned away to grab my keys and phone.
“Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it,” Carson called out as I left the room.
“I don’t ever intend to try it!”
And with that false statement, I left for work.
***
It was another two days before the subject was brought up again. Saturday night, and with my girlfriend Amy being sick, I was in for a night at home with Carson.
“Levi, come here. I wanna show you something.”
I followed him into his room and he pointed at his computer screen. It was the same site he had been on the other day when I caught him beating off. “What?” I said. “What am I looking at?”
“After I do my thing,” Carson said, making a jerk off motion in the air, “I post the video for people to watch later. I posted the video of you walking in on me.”
“You what? You have me on a video?” I thought about how my face would have been visible and the fact that I hadn’t been wearing a shirt. “I don’t want that on the internet!”
“No, dude, look! It’s been my most popular video. It’s been watched more times than anything I’ve ever posted. Some guys even tipped me more money afterwards.”
“Why?”
“They said that most videos of guys getting “caught” are fake as shit, but mine was awesome because it was genuine.”
“Um, okay. Good for you, I guess.”
“And a lot of them were impressed by you.” He paused as if unsure how to approach the next sentence. “They’re willing to pay a lot if I can get you to do a video.”
I thought he was joking, so I laughed. But the look on his face said that he was dead serious. “Are you kidding me? They want me to jack off for them?”
Carson nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Will you do it?”
I looked at him as if he were insane. “Fuck no! I’m not beating off on cam for a bunch of guys!”
“Dude, I don’t think you realize how much we’re talking about. It’s not that big a deal, come on. Please. You’ll make a lot and then I’ll make a lot for getting you to do it!”
“This is nuts.” I shook my head. “I don’t think I could do it.”
“Look,” Carson said. “You’re not going out with Amy tonight, so chances are you were going to stay in your room and beat your meat anyway, right?”
I couldn’t argue with him and my silence told him my answer was a yes.
“So you can still do that. Just do it sitting here at my desk with the camera pointed toward you.”
To my own astonishment, I found myself looking at the website and actually contemplating doing it. I could definitely use the money, seeing as how tuition payments were coming up. I looked back at Carson. “So what, I’m supposed to do this with you standing right here?”
He looked at me and raised a sarcastic eyebrow. “Dude, there are a lot of things I want to do before I die. But seeing my brother’s orgasm face as he blows his wad all over his chest is not one of them.”
“I have to cum on myself?”
“You’ll get more money if they can see the money shot. So yeah. And if they make some reasonable requests and you want to do what they ask, they’ll give even more.”
I looked down at his desk chair, searching for any reason not to go through with it. “I don’t want to sit on this with my bare ass. It’s probably got your ass funk all over it.”
“Don’t worry, I wipe down the butt sweat each time. It’s fresh and clean.”
I sighed.
“Great!” Carson said, taking my sigh as an indication that I was all in. He made a few clicks with his mouse, typed a few things and the light on the camera was suddenly on. He looked directly at the cam. “Hey guys, I’m here with my brother Levi. I know that many of you were impressed by his muscley pec and abs the other day...so I convinced him to put on a show for you guys. I’m going to step out of the room for a while and let Levi take care of business. Have fun and don’t forget to tip big if you like what you see!”
Carson winked at me, left the room, and closed the door.
***
I stood there for a long minute, nervous and unsure what to do. I stared at the screen and watched as the comments started to pop up:
Don’t just stand there, take off your shirt.
Let’s see that hot boy cock.
Can’t wait to see if your dick is as big as your brother’s.
I had to admit, it was slightly arousing to have so many people thinking I was attractive and actually want to see me take off my clothes. And the idea of comparing my cock to Carson’s was causing my crotch to tingle.
I took off my shirt. I immediately heard a few soft pings from the computer and it took me a second to figure out it was the sound of guys giving me money.
I couldn’t believe it. I was already receiving money just for being shirtless. The comments poured in.
FUCK! Nice.
Flex for us!
Love that little bit of hair on your pecs.
I flexed my biceps for them and the tips came fast.
Damn. Hot nipples. Would love to suck ‘em.
Oh yeah. Raise those arms. Show me those sexy pits.
I’d never been told my armpits were sexy, so I was a little confused. But I obliged. I felt a little vulnerable having my armpit hair so exposed. I generally kept my arms down when shirtless because I was convinced that women found hairy pits disgusting. But these guys were loving it.
MMM. Lick that pit.
I wondered if this was one of those “reasonable requests” that Carson was talking about. I figured it wasn’t too crazy, so I turned my head and licked my pit.
I spent a good five minutes flexing, showing my torso, licking my armpits, and rubbing my pecs for them. Finally, they wanted the goods.
Take off your pants.
I pulled my pants down and my cock was throbbing through my underwear. Based on the comments and tips, they were eager to see what I was packing. I pulled off my underwear and sat down in the chair. I spread my legs open a little and pointed my stiff prick forward for them to get a good view of its length.
Goddamn!
Holy shit!
I wanna suck that thing!
Look at those fucking balls!
I found myself getting into it and I felt my inhibitions evaporating. I gave them a nice view of my asshole and started stroking my dick.
The room was filled with the pings of money being given to me as I worked my cock for them. More than a few of them commented on the precum that was glistening on my head. I obliged when they told me to beat faster, and then when some told me to go slower. My balls bounced up and down.
Lean back and raise one arm. Let’s see that pit hair while you jerk.
I leaned back, raised my arm behind my head, and continued to beat off. I was starting to sweat. The pings and comments were going crazy.
Can’t wait to see that hot load!
Shoot that cum all over yourself!
Let me hear you moan!
An extra 10 bucks if your cum blast can reach your chin!
I couldn’t hold off any longer. I knew I had no desire to do anything sexually with a guy, but the idea of these guys getting off to me getting myself off was incredibly hot. I grunted loudly and unleashed a blast of cum onto my chest. The ropes of jizz kept coming and I coated my pecs and abs.
When it was all done, I thanked the guys for their tips, told them I had a good time, and switched off the camera.
I sat there for a second, my asshole sweating and the cum dripping down my chest. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I shook my head and grabbed the towel Carson had left for me. I wiped off the cum and stood up. I pulled my underwear back on and opened the door. Carson was standing right there.
“Sounds like it was a success.”
“Dude. Were you listening the whole time? You pervert.”
Carson laughed. He pointed at my shoulder. “Damn. Looks like you really enjoyed it. You came that far?”
I wiped away the bit of cum that I had missed. “Well, I know they enjoyed it. So I’ll be interested to know how much I made.”
“I’ll get right on that. You get in the shower.” He looked down at the desk chair. “Maybe next time you should use a towel for that asshole sweat.”
“Ha,” I said as I walked away. “There isn’t going to be a next time. This was a one time only thing.”
How wrong I was.
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