I started my journey on OnlyFans aged 19.
I'd not long moved from my parents house in a sleepy North-East England village to go to university in Manchester. It was a culture shock, to say the least. The nightlife was alluring, intoxicating; and I wanted to be out experiencing it with every bit of spare time I had. Trouble is, that costs money. More money than what I was getting from Student Finance.
That's where OnlyFans came in. The idea was first planted in my head by a girl on my course I drunkenly fucked one Friday night. She showed me the sort of content she made, and the amount of money it was making her. It was just soft stuff, a bikini pic here, a shot of her tits there. No full on porn; she never even showed her pussy on it. And yet, for something that basic, that soft, she was absolutely raking it in.
"Lads do it too," she reassured me, after I'd pointed out that there was probably way more of a market for girls on the app. "You've got a fit body and a big dick, that's really all you need." She laughed. "Granted, you'll probably not be making as much as me, but I'd bet there a plenty of people out there willing to pay to see what you have..."
I decided to bite the bullet. That night, I read up on everything I thought I'd need to know before embarking on this little project. I created a profile, as well as Twitter and Instagram accounts to advertise on. I created a pseudonym for myself, 'Sam Quinn', as I obviously didn't want to put my real name to this thing. I uploaded a couple of tame shots to my socials, one with my abs in shot and another with me teasingly pulling down the waistband of my boxers. That was the beginning.
Within a couple of weeks, I had 8 subscribers. Without being rude, the types of girls consuming my content weren't exactly models. That was understandable, as the good looking ones were probably out getting fucked by guys rather than paying to see them online. My subscription was set at £5 a month, so I'd made £40 already, but I found it hard to justify getting naked on the internet for paltry amounts such as that.
That's when I done some research on the site's highest earners
I looked at the males who were making the most bank. Every single one of them was targeting their content towards a gay male audience. Even the ones who were doing solo stuff, same as me, were doing it to appeal to gay guys. It appeared that that was where the money was.
I thought it over in my mind. I wasn't gay, I was pretty confident of that. As I looked through the various male profiles though, some earning five figures a month, I realised that a lot of these guys weren't actually gay either. They were playing up to the 'straight guy' character, some of it with a bit of a kinky edge to it. It was a lot of teasing, lot's of 'what would you do with a straight guy like me?' captions on the posts. But when it came down to it, the pictures and videos these guys were posting was more or less the same as what I was doing.
Fuck it, I thought.
I took a few pictures, naked on my bed. I got myself hard and snapped away, before taking a couple of videos of myself jerking my big hard cock. It was nothing different to the usual, until I captioned them.
'Bet you horny fuckers would kill for a big straight cock like this'
'You gay boys prefer this in your mouth or your hole?'
'Would you suck this better than my girlfriend?'
Within days, my subscriber count had increased tenfold. Every day I seemed to be getting a few more, and after just two weeks of playing to the gays I had over 100 subs. I started charging for private chats with guys who needed to tell me how badly they wanted my cock. I even started showing them my ass, spreading the cheeks occasionally to give them a glimpse of my virgin hole.
It was around this time when I first received a message from Danny. I noticed a private message on Twitter, and before I opened it, I had a nosey on the account that sent it. '@ChavManc9' was the username with a profile picture that showed Danny from the waist up. He looked to be in his early twenties, same as me. While I was more slender and toned, he was more defined, beefier, like a rugby player. He had dirty blonde hair and a little bit of fluff on his chest. His bio read 'Horny Northern twunk. 22. Bi.' plus a link to his Only Fans. Wondering what this guy could possibly want, I clicked on the message.
'Hey fella,' the message read. 'Just had a look through your profile, fit lad! I can see you're based in Manchester, just thought I'd drop a message to see if you'd be interested in a shoot together? Let me know x'
I immediately replied. 'Hello mate. Thanks for the offer but I'm gonna have to say no. I'm straight, just doing solo stuff, no interest in anything more. Sorry, and good luck.'
It didn't take long for Danny to reply. 'Ahh mate, you new to this? haha. I wasn't talking about doing sex stuff. Subscribers go fucking nuts seeing two lads together. That's all it has to be, we get naked and get some pictures took. You don't have to touch my cock or anything.'
While this seemed doable, in my head at this point it was a line I didn't need to cross. I was making really decent money simply making stuff on my own. 'Thanks again for the offer mate but it's a no.' I replied. There were no hard feelings, Danny simply said he understood and wished me well.
It was about a month after this, and I was up to maybe 400 subscribers, when things started to dwindle off slightly. I logged on one week to notice that, for the first time, my subscriber count had actually gone down over a seven day period. This shocked me initially, but I soon noted to myself that it was understandable. I'd been doing this for a few months now, and there's only so many times you can show the same dick and the same ass before people get bored and move on.
As I tried to brainstorm ideas of what I could do to get the subscriber count going up again, that conversation with Danny re-entered my head. Now my circumstances had changed, his offer didn't seem too bad. There was nothing inherently gay about two men being naked in the same room, was there? I'd seen plenty of cocks in the changing rooms after football. I decided to bit the bullet, and message him.
'Hey mate,' I typed, taking a minute to try and find the right words. 'I know it's a while since we spoke but I just wanted to see if your offer of shooting together still stood? Been mulling it over and I think it makes sense.'
Danny's reply was almost instantaneous. 'Ahh mate! Good to hear from you! The offer certainly still applies. I'm free over the weekend if that works for you? I've repurposed the spare bedroom into a little studio if you want to come to me. Buzzing you've agreed!'
I hesitantly typed back. 'Saturday works for me mate. Can I just clarify though, it's just taking pictures together, yeah? Nothing else?'
'There'll be nothing that you don't want to do,' Danny reassured me. 'All I ask is that you try and look like you're interested. Will be a turn off for subscribers if they can tell you're physically repulsed by another man's dick. That cool?'
'No worries,' I replied, 'I'll channel my GCSE Drama lessons haha!'
Saturday finally arrived, and after Danny gave me his address I jumped in an Uber for the ten minute ride to his flat. I climbed a couple of flights of stairs to Danny's floor, and trying to block out the nerves I was feeling, I knocked on his door.
The door swung open, revealing Danny in a white dressing gown. "Sam!" he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Buzzing you could make it mate!" At this point, I only knew Danny by his Twitter handle, so as I shook his hand he introduced himself more formally.
"Pleased to meet you properly mate," I replied, smiling. "Oh, and my name's not Sam. Just a daft name I came up with. I'm actually David."
"No worries, so it's only Sam when your cock's out then?" Danny laughed.
I blushed slightly. Hearing a lad talk so openly about my cock was slightly jarring. "Hah. Exactly." was my slightly meek reply.
