graybeards: “Excuse me, sir,” I gently interjected. The bored man—slumped bac
graybeards: “Excuse me, sir,” I gently interjected. The bored man—slumped back in a blue suit and white shirt without a tie that passed for casual dress for the men of his social strata—flashed a sneer at me that he forced into a polite smile as he spoke. “Yes?”“Are you waiting for your…?”“My fiancée, yes,” he snarled, glancing at his watch, “for half an hour now.”I nodded and smiled politely, “Would you like some water or a glass of wine while you wait?”He looked back out at the store as he answered, “That won’t be necessary.”I paused and let my gaze linger between his spread legs on the bulge in his trousers. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Then perhaps there’s another service I could provide.”He glared back at me and asked, “Irritating me?” But as he spoke, he followed my eyes back to his crotch and whispered one word with a chuckle, “Service. Cute.” The man shifted in his chair, his bulge swelling a little. “What are you, sixteen?”“Nineteen, sir,” I replied.“Cute. Well, you can’t… shine my shoes… right here in the open.”“We have a private waiting room for our VIP customers if you’ll just follow me,” I explained.He rose from his chair and I didn’t realize how tall he was until just then. Looking up from his chin, I smiled weakly and led him back to the VIP room. With every step, I saw in the corner of my eye as the tent in his trousers got bigger.As soon as we were alone, he grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and shoved me to my knees. “Hope you’re ready for a mouthful, boy,” he growled, unzipping his fly. His meaty, leaking cock was nearly as thick as my wrist when he pulled it out of his pants. He pushed the fat manhood between my lips and reared his head back in pleasure with a moan. “Now this is customer service.” -- source link