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Caesar doesn’t exactly remember who told him that they were getting their school paid for by someone from some dating site, but Caesar realizes he probably should thank them at some point. It literally takes one picture of him holding up his shirt to display his abs for the messages to come pouring in. Every suggestion is different about what they want from him and what they’re willing to return to him, and Caesar wades through almost fifty different messages with no luck. They’re all either asking for too much or paying too little.
One man says he won’t give Caesar anything until they can meet in person. Caesar deletes the message and blocks the guy before anything else can happen.
He set his preference as men and women, but he isn’t surprised to see that there is an overwhelming number of responses from men and very few from women. Rich women don’t need to spend their money on pretty boys over the internet, he supposes. Odds are they can meet them easily enough and get what they want without much money put out. But men looking for younger men is a bit more frowned upon.
But Caesar is 22 and starting his master’s work and tuition plus books and his apartment are more than he and his grandfather can afford to pay. Caesar still has to eat, too, and he realizes within the first week that he needs a more accessible income.
He doesn’t like labeling this soon to be found person as a sugar daddy, but that’s what it is, in all honesty. Caesar supposes the label is much nicer than prostitution.
After scrolling through another few messages, Caesar drags the browser back to the top as the system pings him with a new one. There’s no profile picture and the username is “Joe★”; a little star emoji next to the name. Cute? Caesar’s not sure. But this guy seems friendly enough, acknowledging that Caesar has probably received other offers and that his age might be a bit of a turn off (he’s 67), but he hopes he’ll consider his offer.
Caesar’s eyes nearly bulge out of his face when he reads over the message.
“I’ve worked in real estate for over forty years and amassed quite a wealth. I’m not interested in having a physical relationship because I can’t really manage that, but I’ll be happy to help you out for your pictures and company! Talking is really all that I would say would need to be an everyday thing, but the pictures can be whenever you like or when I send you a gift~ Let me know if you’d like to discuss further!”
The message is signed with the man’s name (Joseph) and a little Japanese style emoticon that makes Caesar chuckle. He can’t believe this. Potentially thousands of dollars for a few pictures and some half attempted sexting? Caesar has done more scandalous things for less satisfaction.
It takes him less than five minutes to add the man as a friend and send him a chat message, explaining his own needs and that he’d be more than happy to take Joseph up on his offer if he was fine with how high some of Caesar’s expenses could be.
Joseph sends him a screenshot of a bank account titled “rainy days” and Caesar thinks he might faint at how many zeros there are.
The message that follows reads: “how much do you need now?”
Caesar types out that his tuition fees are due first and when he realizes how high they are this year he swallows before typing out a simple: “10k?”
There’s a long pause between the message being read and anything else happening. Caesar thinks he’s blown it, lost it, should have asked for books first and left the tuition to his grandfather who could have scraped something together! Ten thousand dollars is way too much, even for a man with that much money set aside for fun. Caesar is about to close the chat window when the bubble to signify typing appears. He holds his breath until the replies blips onto screen and his computer dings at him.
“and what do I get in return?”
Caesar knew this was coming and he swallows. He has no idea what Joseph looks like or what he should be expecting. He’s not really doing this because he wants to hook up with people for money, he just needs fucking money. He doesn’t care how he gets it. He’s proud of his body, but he doesn’t want fucking strings attached to it. But no one would take nudes as a fair trade for ten thousand dollars, right? And Joseph wants to hear from him every day…
“how about a nude in the morning and at night and you can message me whenever and ill respond when im not in class?”
Joseph sends back a thumbs up emoji faster than Caesar can blink and he exhales in relief, slouching in the chair at his desk, a smile spreading over his features.
“I don’t think paypal will let me send that much money. are you okay with giving me your account info?”
Caesar snatches up his found and types the information back to Joseph easily, completely uncaring because this old man doesn’t seem like he has a bad bone in his body and Caesar needs the fucking money. The school’s going to be breathing down his neck soon and if Joseph can send it now, he will take it.
His phone buzzes with notice of the transfer and Caesar glances to the laptop as Joseph’s chat alerts him to a new message.
“how about that picture then?”
“pervert,” Caesar types back.
Joseph sends back another Japanese style emoji that looks rather upset by the insult and Caesar stands from his desk to wander into the bathroom. He locks the door easily, setting his phone on the counter before pulling off his clothes. Caesar is a moment away from snapping a picture of his half hard dick in his hand, but it feels too impersonal and he makes a disappointed noise before exiting the bathroom. The chat has lit up with a small question mark from Joseph and Caesar quickly taps back that he’ll only be a few minutes. Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money, and Caesar wants to show that he’s grateful. If his next nudes are going to be snapped when he half-awake or dripping from a shower, he should probably send an impressive one first.
So he digs a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer and flops onto the bed, setting his phone aside for a moment.
His dick is hard and aching when he snaps the picture, smearing lube across the screen with the fingers of his other hand curled inside his ass. His expression is frazzled and he honestly looks rather well fucked and Caesar quickly hits send on the picture from the mobile app before tossing his phone away. He doesn’t think of anything when he cums, splatter jizz across his chest and hand as he crooks his fingers against his prostate, enjoying the white out bliss with a small whimper. He’s not quite sure he wants to taint his alone time with thoughts of some geezer just yet. Not until he has to.
Caesar reaches for his phone as he grabs a few tissues, wiping the screen clean and about to start on his hands and stomach until—
“can I see the after pic, too?”
Caesar swallows before reclining back and sticking his fingers in his mouth as he take the picture. The cum on his stomach is visible and he’s obviously cleaning his fingers off with his mouth. He taps send before he can change his mind and licks his hand clean before wiping down his stomach, hissing at the developing tackiness.
He’ll need a shower, definitely, before class tomorrow, and as he moves to go back into the bathroom, his phone dings again.
“<3”
Caesar bursts into laughter, replying with a heart of his own and a “ttyl, shower” before leaving his phone on the bed to wander to his much needed shower.
As he washes himself clean and scrubs his hair, he wonders what he’s gotten himself into.