Neighborhood Street Kid 1

After a few days, he came back to me and I continued with the same tone, speaking little and with a bit of swagger, trying to appear more masculine than him.

He would start conversations and then leave them unfinished, it was a strange thing, but there we were, slowly he began to open up and confess, information is always power.

We met a few more times, but nothing exciting ever happened, it was always the same until he found out that someone was paying me for my cum for a week, and that's when jealousy kicked in and he confessed that he wanted it.

There were mornings when I wouldn't work and he would connect with me and ask me how many days it had been since I last cum, until I told him that if he didn't pay like the other guy, he would only get the leftovers, so he told me that he would pay me double if he could have it all to himself.

So, I started using the information I had, I told him I wanted double the pay and that I liked my bitches to be marked by me.

So, the day arrived, I had drunk a liter and a half bottle, he wanted me to wear sweatpants and have the money in my hand, and for him to be on his knees in the toilet with his eyes blindfolded.

I went up, and there he was, the little bitch, I took the money from him and told him, "You're a fucking faggot, what you like is to be treated like a whore, bring me the money", he handed it over, and I pissed on him, the piss came out, and I left him well soaked, and I made him lick up the last drops.

And now, I'm going to fuck your throat well, since it had been a week, I cum quickly, now I left a big load of cum in his throat that he could barely swallow, thick and white.

I left it deep inside, I didn't want him to have any choice, I pulled up my pants and left, he was mine now, the little bitch.