"yes, you're very cute, boy" said the man in the doorway, "You've got the world at your feet and everything is just as rosy as that hot, tight little butt of yours"-
At this, I just spread my legs even wider and thrust my boy-butt out further, mercilessly teasing my admired-
"But it ain't gonna last for ever, son. So enjoy it while you can, and maybe stop being such an asshole"
From the corner of my eye, I watched the man pull up his towel over his raging hard-on and greying crotch, turn and leave, shutting the cubicle door behind him.
I felt stung. Was I really being such a little bastard? Didn't my youthful good looks and supremely pert, fresh young boy-hole and big fat tool make up for all my playful teasing and make me irresistible? How dare this middle aged fuck just leave! I was a god to him and his kind... wasn't I?...
My dick was swiftly shrivelling. My mojo disappearing. I jumped down from the tattered imitation leather platform of this stinky sauna cubicle where I had been putting on a show for the older dudes who were always here and hungry from some hot young ass. I had had a great time up till now. The old guys had been queuing up just to get a whiff of my 19year old boy-cunt. They had supplied me with drinks, poppers, and even cash for the privilege. And I had obliged. I only demanded that they go no further than a minute or two rimming my musky young hole and having me wag my cock in their faces. They could stand and jerk off, or maybe do it to each other as they watched. But this guy...
How dare he...
He was actually pretty handsome and lean. A dude of about 50. Still sexy and obviously a stunner in his own youth. He had come into my cubicle when the others had gone off satisfied with my performance. Like them, he just wanted to jack-off to a cute twink showing off his ass. But then I had become a bit of a little bitch. I thought I was just playing along in my role as the object of desire. I had teased a bit too much. I jiggled and wafted my arse in his face, mocking him that he really didn't deserve to be this close to a gorgeous boy like me. I had jeered him, telling him to stand well back - that I didn't want to see his sagging middle aged arse and tool. I took a good huff of the poppers and offered him some, smacking him playfully when he came for them and telling him to get down on his hands and knees and beg...