When he left his home at around eleven-thirty and headed for nirvana, Darius had butterflies in his stomach. This was the final straw for Darius who by now was practically choking with lust.Darius’ wallet was removed from his trouser pocket in a flash before he handed over the money.“Do you want me to cum in your arse or in your mouth?” the man asked.“For fifty bucks, I want both… if you are capable,” Darius replied cheekily.After a boastful guffaw, the man looked at him and said, “No problem.”“Is there an extra charge for that?” Darius asked, somewhat sarcastically.“Nah, that’ll be on the house,” the guy replied.Next, the man got off the urinal platform and unbuttoned his shirt. Gay sex that’ll be fifty bucks,” the guy answered, with the look of a serious negotiator.By now, the guy sales presentation had reached fever pitch. Darius was on the verge of simply getting the fuck out of there when he once more glanced down at the wares on display.
