"I'd rather play here, stud."
From Create Your Own Story
"You like the blackout nights, eh?" the gray haired man says, but he's smiling at you. He wraps his arms around you, his hand brusheing your ass, giving you a quick squeeze. The Italian puts down his cue and walks away, shaking his head.
You nod.
"I could stay a while longer," the older delivery man says, stepping a little closer to you. "You a back room boy?"
You blink, not sure what he means, exactly. "Back room boy?"
He chuckles. "You never been to the back room?"
You feel your face blush. "It's my first time here," you admit. "It's my birthday."
His lips curl in a slow smile, and he pulls you tighter against him. You can feel his cock through his polyester uniform, against your stomach.
"How old are you?" the gray haired man asks you, his trim goatee tickling your ear.
You tell him.
"Damn," he says, pressing against you - you feel the hardness of his cock against you. "I could be your father."
"Or grandfather," you say, and feel your skin burn with a blush. He chuckles, low in his chest.
"So," the gray haired man says. "What can brown do you for?"
You say...
