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Arnold was checking his tan lines when a shadow fell over him. He puts his arm down. “Can I help you?” The boy bit his lip. “I noticed you have an erection.” “So what? Who gives a shit.” “Well, I do. I was wondering if I could suck you and relieve it for you.” Arnold leans back and considers the young man’s offer. “Are you expecting money for this?” The young man scoffs. “Is my technique worth money? Yes. It’s worth of lot of money, but my priority here isn’t income. It’s cock. And my desperation to run my tongue up your balls.”  “You are forward aren’t you.” “So what? Who gives a shit.” The boy says and grins. That wins Arnold over and the corner of his mouth lifts. “You can start on my balls first, and if you do well, I’ll feed you my cock and my load.” The boy breaks into a smile and does a little clap. “Yyyeesss. Thank you Sir.” “Sir, huh. And you’re polite too. What’s your name, boy?” “Sebastian.” “Sebastian, nice to meet you. I’m Arnold.” “Oh, Arnold, the pleasure is going to be all mine.”