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The loud and sudden thud of his friend’s head against the hardwood bar top caused Mikey to flinch.
“I’m so, so fucked” Frank muttered, forehead pressed against the bar. Another bottle of beer was placed in front of him, which made him grunt dramatically.
“It’s on me tonight, don’t worry, man,” Ray reassured him, patting Frank’s back. “Maybe it’s time for you to start selling things you don’t need anymore, starting with that old ass guitar…”
“Hell no,” Frank interrupted him, straightening his back to sit properly on the stool immediately. “That was my first guitar. You know thats the last thing i’d get rid of in any situation. Ever.”
“Well,” Ray sighed, taking a sip from his glass. “It’s either that or your apartment, Frank. Let’s be real for a moment here. What are you going to do?”
Frank paused a second to think. No matter how much he tried, clear thoughts after having five beers didn’t come up exactly easily. He exhaled.
Postponing and leaving things for last minute was torturing him. The realization of carrying an empty wallet came too late. A miracle he wasn’t homeless by now.
“You can crash out at my place if you want,” Mikey added, voice quiet and soft as usual. Mikey was an angel, he found ways to help him out on whatever he needed, no matter what. Frank felt bad for being such an asshole and always having to accept all his friend’s charity work. It wasn’t fair. “Just for a couple weeks though, my brother’s coming over.”
“Thanks, man, I think I can figure it out,” Frank shrugged. He obviously wouldn’t, but he depended too much on his friends and that was already too embarrassing. It sucked how he would never be able to return the favor, as much as he wanted it.
He needed to get his shit together once and for all, without anyone else’s help, and he had to start now.
“Can I just borrow a couple bucks? For the ride home.”
Or sooner.
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Frank finally left the bar with eight dollars, a headache, both hands in his pockets and a frown on his face. Now he’ll wake up broke and most likely hangover. What a pitiful loser. He decided to walk back home instead and probably spend the money Mikey gave him on something rather useful.
Being drunk and stressed and worried all at once led him to talk to himself out loud on his way home, cursing at things and kicking stones and blaming his stupid decisions for ruining his life. Rent was due in less than a week, and the concept of getting fired for yelling at customers wasn’t that funny now that he thought about it properly. He always ended up fucking things up, all because of his crude personality, and he was getting tired of that.
The first thing he did once he got home was scroll through his laptop, searching for a minimum wage job that could pay him asap, at least so he doesn’t get to sleep on the streets by the weekend, and gave up after half an hour. Everything sucked, and he desperately needed money by tomorrow morning. An annoying ad popped up on his screen, sexy horny milfs waiting for you live, and even though he was mildly tempted to click on it, a possibly-more-brilliant idea brewed instantly in his head.
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More than embarrassing, humiliating. Pathetic, even, but Frank was willing to do anything for money at this point.
Anything has its limits too, of course, he wasn’t that stupid. Perhaps the idea of giving people blowjobs for money wasn’t that bad, but Frank came up with something else that would keep himself safer, and of course, free from any weird disease.
Frank had heard about this from a random guy at a party before, he remembered him explaining how he had earned some good money just by doing anything a stranger asked him to do, and he could quit if he got uncomfortable. So, why not trying it by himself? Frank found a website, chose a short username and signed up with some info and his card details in just a few minutes. His palms started sweating, the idea of recording himself for random people around the world to see was hard to digest, but hard times like these led to fast solutions. He pressed the 'start transmission' button after carefully placing the camera in a proper angle, where only his neck and a small part of his torso was visible, and began to shyly play with his hands, sitting at the edge of his bed.
A few viewers started joining already, making Frank nervous. “Hey everyone, uh..” he trailed sheepishly, not looking directly at the camera, even though no one could really take a look at his face. He heard his first notification.
ballsmaster48
nice shirt
Frank smiled awkwardly, “Thanks, ballsmaster” he read some of the comments, eyes widening at how desperate some people were.
beebo7329
start jorking it
xxfemboyluvrxx
ur hot
goonerlord
ten dollars if you show hole
Frank scrunched his nose “Alright, I’m new to this, don’t keep your expectations too high,” his cheeks blushed a little. Maybe this was a bad idea. He should just end the stream right away just by clicking a single button, but deep down he wanted to give this thing a try. It was anonymous, anyway. No one would know who he is. He kept reading some comments, noticing how the viewer count increased a bit.
goonerlord
twenty dollars then
"Jesus, man, chill," Frank scoffed, frowning. He was too ashamed to do something like this in front of the camera, and yeah, maybe he’d ruin his reputation forever if someone he knew strangely found out, but it was far too late to go back. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted the camera to a lower angle and slowly unzipped his jeans. The sound of a notification, a bit different from the one earlier, caught his eye. He looked up at the camera, realizing people were starting to tip. Hell, it was that simple. He hasn’t even done anything yet.
Encouraged, Frank hurried and pulled his pants down, teasingly playing with the edge of his briefs. The slow movements and the excitement that he wanted to build up attracted a few more people. It was entertaining to watch, probably. Frank finally pulled his cock out.
He wasn’t even that aroused. The only hard thing now was the thought of getting a boner while a bunch of men who were probably twice his age watched him. Frank swallowed hard, he tried not to think too much about it. Easy money, that’s all. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and started tracing the base of his dick with his hand, slowly getting it nice and stiff. After a few minutes, he got it already hard against his stomach, leaking precum. He started stroking himself, the sound of his ragged breath and the quiet hum of the fan in his bedroom were the only sounds he, and everyone else, could appreciate.
Frank glanced at the screen, the chat apparently enjoyed the view and the sounds he emitted. He grunted, hand fully covering his length while parting his lips, closing his eyes again as he focused on pleasing himself, just like he did any other night. He jerked his hips forward, seeking for more of his own touch.
Frank moaned softly, trying to reach his climax while trying to gaslight himself that no one was actually watching him. He tightened his grip and started fucking into his hand relentlessly, using it as a fleshlight. The sound of a notification popping up on the corner of the screen caused him to open his eyes once more, his hand abruptly stopping.
countfagula has sent 50 dollars.
Frank couldn’t believe it. Instant fifty bucks from some random pervert, just for watching a total stranger beating his meat on webcam. Astonished, and panting, he stared at the screen for a while. The live chat was going crazy.
beebo7329
why do you stop
user82913400
keep going slut
goonerlord
are you a virgin
johnnumbers_
wish it was my dick instead
absolutewhore
i just know its at least six inches
A simple livestream, as Frank had thought earlier, had already given him more money than a single hour at his stupid job, and he had barely started. He could live off of this. He couldn’t believe it.
He pumped his throbbing cock a bit more, feeling the tension starting to build up in his lower body. Frank came with a moan, spurts of cum covering his abdomen and staining his only decent shirt. “Fuck,” he hissed, the bliss of his orgasm making his sight blurry. Seconds had passed and once he finally recovered, he wiped the mess off his hand and reached for his laptop, unsure of how to conclude his quick public jerk off session.
“Uh, alright guys, that was all for today. See ya” Frank added, words rushing with awkwardness. He felt a bit less nervous than before, but he rapidly ended the livestream. His heart was beating fast against his chest, 'What the fuck was that?' 'You’re miserable' and a whole bunch of depreciating words were flooding his head. He was still a little drunk, though, and the booze in his system thankfully blocked the post nut clarity, so the self awareness immediately turned into something else.
Frank was sure that if he kept doing this at least for a little while, he’d get enough money to pay his bills, and maybe to invite his friends out too. Quick money just from doing some nasty stuff on camera for less than twenty minutes. This was better than any job he ever had, really, and the best part was he could quit whenever he wanted to. He smiled, thankful for the awesome decision he made tonight, and started cleaning up the rest of his mess.
He was about to shut his laptop off, call it a day and go to bed, when he heard one more notification. It was a private message now.
Frank felt scared, but after hesitating for a moment, he simply clicked on it. It was four messages, all from the same person that tipped him that huge amount.
countfagula
nice first stream pretty boy ;)
received my tip?
i could double that if you wear a collar next time
how does that sound?
Frank stared blankly at the words on the screen. He would’ve usually laughed, called them a weird freak and directly block the person right away, but now he felt challenged. What if they were being serious? There could be more money where that came from. Countfagula could pay his rent if Frank simply followed his request.
Dubious, he complied, and immediately typed his answer.
sure.
Dropping his weight on the mattress, Frank closed his eyes. Regret would hit him like a motherfucker the next morning, but that was a problem merely for his future, sober self.