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I sit casually on the park bench enjoying the warm sun on my sweaty body. Just left the gym after an intense workout, I sit shirtless on the bench in nothing but my trainers and a small pair of running shorts. I sip my iced coffee waiting for my weekly visit.
I relax back, one arm spread across the bench, legs wide exposing my strong thick hairy legs. And a sizable bulge stuffed in the tight shorts.
I peer over my sunglasses and see him awkwardly standing a few feet away. Pretending to be on his phone but I know he's staring. He's always staring. Pathetic. I make an obvious motion in his direction and he turns around.
He walks towards me but chickens out and pretends to stroll past, he can't help but keep his gaze on my glistening broad chest and pert nips as he passes. I laugh out loud and he scurries past. A minute later he walks past again, a little closer this time, I stretch my legs and trail my fingers down my chest towards the waist of my shorts. He walks slowly and stares blatantly.
"See something you like fatty?"
His face goes bright red and he scurries off again.
I can see him out of the corner of my eye. Showtime.
I stand up and press my hands against the back of my waist stretching forward, pushing my bulge out. Some side to side over head stretches, I spread my legs and bend forward stretching out my lower back, making sure my shorts hem are high enough exposing the white straps from my jock hugging my big round ass. I stand up and stretch across to the right, then left.
He's about a foot away from the bench staring. I stop.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"
"No..nooothh.. Nothing..."
"Bull shit! You're staring at me!
"Nooo... No I wasn't.."
"You a fag or something?"
"No...."
"Get the fuck over her faggot."
He eagerly walks over.
Sit the fuck down!" I bark
He can't help but smile.
I put one of my legs up on the bench, my crotch about 2 feet from his face.
"You want this don't you?! You nasty fucking pig"
"I... I ... "
"You, you... you What?!"
"It's just so big."
"Yeah, bet you have a pathetic tiny cock huh? Don't you?"
He's started to rub the inside of his crotch.
"Say it, I have a pathetic tiny faggot cock."
"I have a pathetic cock."
"No... a pathetic TINY faggot cock."
"I have a pathetic tiny faggot cock."
"You wish you had my cock don't you? You want my big thick manly cock, my big heavy nuts?" I
grab my crotch for emphasis.
"Yes sir! I do, I wish I had your manly cock. I want to serve it."
"All you fags the same. So fucking pathetic. Bet you would pay me just to look at it, huh? Pay for the chance to admire a real man? A man you can never have because you're such a gross pathetic piece of shit."
"Yes" he whispers, his hand is rubbing his jeans furiously.
"So give me all the cash in your wallet."
"But sir..."
"Who deserves it more, a truly gorgeous alpha muscle god with a huge cock or a pathetic fat faggot like you?"
"You... you do."
"Hand it over."
He slides his wallet out and goes to take the cash out but I rip it out of his hands...I pull out the wad of cash and throw the wallet back at him. I count out the stack of 20s.
"500? That's all you think I'm worth? All you think this 9.5 inches of uncut god meat" I pull up the leg of my shorts and jock exposing my soft heavy cock and balls."
"It's all I .... Havvvvvveee." I see the wet spot form in his crotch. Today was quick.
"Fucking pathetic." I spit on him, shove my cash into my pocket, grab my bag and walk off without another glance knowing he is watching me walk away, red faced, embarrassed and oh so satisfied.
I feel my phone buzz. Another $100 deposit to my online account. "Thank you sir!"
I laugh to myself... he just can't get enough and unlike any other situation, the faster he gets off the more I make.
"See. You. Tomorrow. You. Piece. Of. Shit!" I text him one by one.
I see "$20 recieved" notifications 7 times for each text, each with a thank you.
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