“What do you mean?” Timmy asked.
“These guys on Fire Island have lots of fucking money. Why shouldn’t we enjoy some of it. I'm tired of working like a dog on the farm. What do you say we work for ourselves and enjoy the good life?”
“I still don’t know what you mean?” his brother said.
“You let these old rich guys touch your body and suck your cock and they will put you up and give you anything you want. I read about it on the internet,” Brett said.
“No, shit? Really. That’s all we got to do? We don’t have to do nothing for them?” Timmy asked.
“That's right, they’d consider themselves lucky just to be in the same room as us. We’re hot southern boys, what's not to want about us?” Brett said.
Together they walked up to an in shape but obviously much older guy and struck up a conversation. His Prada sunglasses and gold and diamond rings told the boys he was rich.
“Hey, we were hoping to stay up here for the summer. Do you know anybody that would want to keep two young cute boys and show them something new?” Brett asked putting on his best smile.
“I think something can be arranged,” the handsome older Man said, smiling back.
The problem with the boys’ line of thinking is that money and comfort are addicting. The older Man knew that. He gave it a month and he’d not only be plowing both of these dumb country boys pussies but he figured he could rent them out to some of his buddies. This would be a great summer.
After all, nothing is really free.
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