Page 32 of Stabby Little

The boy pouts. "I'll make it worth your while."

"Not my type." I remove his hand from my chest. "Thank you."

Constantine issues me an incredulous look when he leaves. "You're picky." He takes a sip of champagne. "More so than I recall."

Four years ago, this young man would've been perfect for me. He's unafraid to embrace his feminine side, hot, and forward.

Linda liked boys who made the first move because I didn't have to—she preferred for others to take control of the situation. As she later told me, she didn't want my attraction to men outweighing my attraction to women and rendering her unnecessary.

Tonight, I want something different.

No frills.

No manipulative college students in pink.

No one who makes me feel like they're only coming onto me because I'm an easy paycheck.

"He wasn't what I want." I swirl my champagne around my glass. "If the boy's not exactly what I'm looking for, I'm not interested."

"I know how you feel." Constantine squeezes my shoulder. "When I met Arlo, he blew every other boy in the club away. I couldn't believe I'd wasted so many years on boys who weren't him when he'd existed on this planet the entire time."

"That goes for the boy you set me up with, as well." My voice is stern. "I'm not making exceptions. I'm too stressed for this bullshit."

"Don't worry. I believe he'll be just your type."

The boy who propositioned me earlier walks up to a man in a mask on the other side of the room. He performs the same act he did with me. To my surprise, the man accepts.

The man guides the boy to the center of the playroom and sits down cross-legged next to him. He pulls a tub of plastic blocks from a shelf and spreads them on the floor.

After the two play for a few minutes, the boy slips his dress off and pulls his cock out. He guides his cock to the Daddy's mouth and moans as he slides it in.

The man grips the boy's hips, pushing his cock deeper into his throat. The boy is particularly well-endowed, and I commend the Daddy for taking it all.

The Daddy lays the boy on the playroom floor and tugs his cock out. While he's still in his suit, he spears the boy's ass and ruts into him hard.

"You've been a naughty boy." The words reach my ears through the doorway.

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Time to give you a punishment."

The man licks his palm and brings it down on the boy's ass. The boy cries out as a smacking noise fills the air, ricocheting off the playroom shelves. The boy cants his hips up, grinding on his Daddy's cock. At last, his orgasm crashes through him and he explodes on the floor.

The man slips his hand under the boy's cock and catches his emission between his fingers. He brings it to the boy's lips, forcing him to eat it as he bucks into him harder.

The boy sucks his fingers, moaning as he slurps up his own release. When the man's ready to come, he tugs his dick out of the boy's ass and unleashes a stream of cum on his lower back.

"That's right, boy.Take Daddy's cock like a good boy."

"Do I get a tip now, Daddy?" the boy giggles.

The man pulls a stack of hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and drops them on the boy's lap. "Give me your number and you'll get a lot more where that came from."

I turn to Constantine. "That's precisely what Idon'twant."

Constantine nods. "The boy I set you up with isn't like that at all. I haven't met him yet, but our event manager Valentin says he's shy and sweet."

Shy.

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