The Cashmaster

Payton is eighteen years old and five-feet-eight-inches tall. He’s the perfect twink. His body consists entirely of smooth, white, unblemished skin. His waist size hovers between 26 and 27 and he weighs 125 pounds. He has soft chestnut eyes that offer a hint of sage when they catch the sunlight. His hair is a fair brown and typically grown out to medium length. He gives you the impression that he lets his hair fall where it may and that it always just happens to fall in all the right ways, but he puts a lot of effort into looking good.

In person, Payton is an odd mixture of introversion and outright exhibitionism. When he’s comfortable with the people he’s around, he can be loud and even domineering, but in general he’s fairly quiet and reserved. He’s not the type of guy to brag about the size of his dick or comment on his own sexual escapades, though there could be other reasons for that.

When he changes in the gym locker room, he first strips down all the way to his underwear, typically a pair of his Jockey boxer briefs, in contrast to the guys that keep their shirt on while they’re changing to help cover their lower half, and he often takes the time to walk around in his underwear and joke with the other guys as they’re changing. When it comes time to take a shower, he drops his underwear to the ground and unashamedly (and slowly) makes his way to the shower, carelessly taking whichever detours may present themselves. His dick swings back and forth as he walks, and he never makes any effort to cover his junk like lesser guys might.

He feels comfortable farting around his friends and laughing about it afterwards. When he does hang out with friends, he’s shirtless almost without fail, with his tapered sweatpants sagging just enough to show off the waistband of his Jockey underwear and his smooth, hairless (and casually flexed) six pack on display against the rest of his skinny torso.

He has a thing for his own feet, which are narrow and oversized relative to the rest of his body. They’re size eleven, soft and alabaster, and he keeps them clean. Which are all excuses for him to keep them in plain view, propped up on the arms of couches or chairs around friends.

Overall, save for these minor exhibitionist and masculine tendencies, Payton comes off as a soft and sometimes even inhibited young man. Most people find him friendly to be around.

But behind closed doors, it’s a different story entirely.

Behind closed doors, Payton is an indisputable exhibitionist. He takes full body nude pictures of himself with his face and sends them to strangers in faraway places without regard. In the pictures, his Jockey underwear are hooked beneath his balls, and his astonishingly large dick hangs half-limp between his legs, and his tongue hangs out like the fuckboy he pretends to be.

Behind closed doors, Payton is a sex addict, even though he’s never had sex. He masturbates between five and a dozen times a day, getting off to any and every dark kink which crosses his mind in the moment. He imagines strangers around the world getting off to him and gets off to that too. They’re all disposable objects to him, everyone and everything, objects that serve no purpose other than to make Payton cum. That’s all he cares about. He’s addicted to it.

Payton wakes up one Saturday morning and reluctantly pulls himself out of bed when he realizes that the beams of sun pouring in through his curtain-less windows are going nowhere.

He sleeps in nothing but his underwear, today a pair of navy-blue Jockey boxer briefs. He yawns as he walks to the bathroom, digging his hand into his underwear to scratch his hairless balls. He takes a long piss and overtaken by a sudden urge, sticks his dick back into his underwear for just a few seconds before he’s done relieving himself, to let a few warm, sporadic drops soak into the cotton. Then he drops his used underwear to the floor and takes a shower.

Afterwards, he puts on some fresh underwear, a t-shirt, oversized hoodie, and some torn skinny jeans. He wads the dirty underwear up and stuffs them in his backpack before heading out the door, unaware that today his life is about to change forever.

Author's Note: This is a very early draft of a full-length erotica. If you would like to read the full story or the first available drafts of future chapters, visit: https://conormonaghan.com/