Thread: A good whore (nerdfuck && Mr_Blonde ))

What's got you looking so chipper, Brad? He asked as his neighbor joined him at his side. Mark inspected Brad quietly through the shade of his sunglasses, noting the way the man seemed to carry himself with a sense of pride. Brad smiled to himself what could have been called a devious, secretive manner before he shrugged his shoulders and instead of answering allowed the question to hang while he took a sip from the long neck of his beer bottle. After another moment of silence under Mark's pressing look, Brad finally laughed to himself and answered in a playful tone. It's a secret. he told the other married man, glancing around himself to ensure that nobody was within earshot for the news he was about to break to his long-time neighbor. Brad leaned in close, motioning for Mark to come a bit closer while he kept a watchful eye out for any potential children or wives that may pass by. I just got my cock sucked. Brad said it so nonchalantly, in a matter-of-fact tone that Mark had no other choice but to react with incredulousness. He gave a short bark of laughter and stood straight again, regarding Brad as if he didn't believe him. Seeing Brad's smug smile, however, Mark knew the man must be telling the truth. Mark's eyebrows climbed his expression in question, and after a moment he leaned in again. You're serious? By who.. your wife? It was a safe assumption on Mark's part, but as Brad's smile spread even further and he shook his head quietly Mark found himself increasingly more curious. ..who, then? Mark asked, but before he could finish the question Brad had already put a hand up to silence the other man as Mark's wife came by to check in. The rather fashionable housewife smiled cheerily at Brad before she planted a kiss on Mark's cheek and inquired what the men where talking about. Mark, still dumbfounded with the revelation his friend had just passed was unable to answer, so Brad intercepted smoothly. Oh, just sports. Brad knew the woman would find the topic most likely too boring for her tastes and would move on, and sure enough, after a cursory glance at her husband in which he confirmed with a nod, she smiled and patted his arm. Well, then.. I'll let you to be. But remember, Mark, we've got to get going soon. The kid's practice ends in an hour. she reminded him before she left the men alone to their private conversation once again. Once she was safely out of earshot, Mark leaned in again, eyeing Brad as if he still didn't believe him. Okay, man... spill it. Mark found himself feeling rather nervous as he stepped into the small bathroom that was completed only with a set of stalls. Apparently, according to Brad's instructions, all he had to do was step into the first one and slip some cash through the hole and then stick his cock through next. It was almost too much to believe, but the reality of the situation became very apparent when Mark confirmed that there was a string bikini top hung over the door to the second stall, a little detail Brad had filled him in on so that he'd know he was telling the truth. Gulping to himself and taking a little breath, Mark walked quietly towards the set of doors and entered the first stall. His breathing was a bit irregular, perhaps with a mixture of both excitement and nerves and he felt as if his heart might beat right out of his ribcage any moment. Sure enough, as he entered the stall and locked the door behind him, Mark's eyes found the small hole cut into the wall that would lead through to the other side at about waist level. He gulped again and quietly withdrew his wallet, pulling out a fresh 100 bill before he folded it and pushed it through the hole. Next, with shaky hands, he undid the strings of his bathing suit bottoms and allowed them to slip from his hips and pool around his feet that were tucked into a pair of flip flops. He reached down and took hold of his semi-erect cock, giving it a little shake as if to wake it before he cautiously stepped up to the glory hole and pushed himself through to the other side. He chewed onto his lip nervously, preparing for what may happen next.