Mitch gently stroked him while he looked at Michael. Michael's eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged. Mitch leaned forward and dropped gentle kisses on Michael's chin and mouth. "What do you want baby?" he asked huskily tightening his grip on Michaels' c**k.
Michael was having a hard time catching his breath. His c**k was so hard that he felt it was going to burst any second. He opened his eyes and looked at Mitch. "I...I want to be fucked." He said softly then blushed.
Mitch smiled at him and squeezed his c**k a bit again making Michael whimper. "I can do that for you honey. $100.00 and I'll stick my c**k up your tight little ass."
Michael thought about it, he had enough. He had been working three days a week and had just gotten paid. "I...I've got enough." He said huskily buck
