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Art sat at the bar slowly rocking to the sad country music playing while he nursed his beer. It would have to be his last one because he’d spent his last dollar. He didn’t want to go home to his fat, lazy wife and two whining kids and sure wasn’t in the mood to argue. He’d been talking to an older man, well dressed and quite handsome, for some time while counting change hoping the guy might buy him a drink, but no such luck. He just stood to leave when the man offered to walk out to his car with him. Once in the parking lot the guy pulled him aside between the bar and the building next door. “Hey buddy, you’re hard up for cash?” “Yeah, why?” “I need some help over at my place if you don’t mind. I’ll isvecbahis pay you up to 500 if you’re up to it. I haven’t found anyone who’s willing to help and you need the money.” “Uhh, sure, but I’m almost out of gas.” “Don’t worry. We’ll take my car then I’ll bring you back. It might take awhile though.” “OK, I need to call my old lady. She might get pissed off.” “Come on.” He led Art to his new Lexus. “You can call from my place.” The ride was luxurious to Art. The car was like new and his old Chevy was on its last legs. He looked at the guy behind the wheel and he wasn’t real big; thin, well tanned with a bushy mustache. His short cropped hair was just turning grey. “Man, you have some big hands isveçbahis giriş there. I bet you have a big dick too.” “It’s big enough I guess.” Art wondered where the comment came from, but the alcohol in his brain missed the nuance of its meaning. “I bet your wife likes it. Too bad most wives won’t suck cock.” “Yeah, mine won’t. She thinks it’s nasty.” “She wont suck it ever?” “Just on my birthday.” “When’s your birthday?” “January. It’s March now.” Art was laughing at the irony. “Damn,” the man said looking towards Art’s crotch, “you ought to get it sucked more often. Nothing like shooting your load in a hot cocksucker’s mouth.” “Yeah, I guess.” Art blushed. “She doesn’t go that far.” “Well, perhaps isveçbahis yeni giriş we’ll fix that for you.” Art felt weird now. He wasn’t sure if the guy had a stable of women or if his wife would or…then it hit him that the guy was coming on to him, but he’d made no moves, just small talk. He felt his balls stir and let his mind picture a great blow job, cumming in a mouth, something he had never experienced. “That would be different,” he quipped as the car stopped at a high dollar condo. He followed the guy inside to an immaculate place, well decorated then was led to a long overstuffed sofa. “Beer?” the man disappeared for a few seconds then reappeared carrying two bottles of beer. Art set his coat off to the side and accepted the beer. “Relax. You ready to earn your pay?” The guy sat close and his hand reached out to stroke Art’s thigh. His head was swimming with questions, but no words seemed to reach his mouth.