I hear his footsteps, coming closer, though slowly and full of hesitation.
“How much?” he asks.
“Depends,” I reply. “Can give you a head job for fifty.”
“I don’t have fifty,” he says.
“Can give you a hand job for twenty.”
I don’t want to let the chance to make even twenty bucks get away.
“For an extra ten I can suck your cock clean after you blow.”
“Twenty will be fine,” he says.
I wait for him to rummage around in his pockets for the cash. He slips it into my hand and I hold it up to a faint patch of light filtering down through a gap in the canopy. When I see it’s a twenty, I pocket it and turn to the man.
“Where’s your cock?”
He steps towards me and I soon find it. He’s surprisingly large. I begin jerking him off.
“Can I play with yours?” he asks.
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