BROUGHT TO YOU BY MUSTANG

Hi, I saw you were at, um, I want to be a masseur.

Actually, I don't.

Well, maybe. For women, though.

The name's Carl. Officer Evans.

I'm not cut out for this kind of work.

Shit, with a name like "Pretty Boy" at the station,

that's the cute name they call me.

I guess that sums up why I'm here.

Going undercover to bust a bunch of prostitutes posing as rub-down boys

isn't high on my priority list.

It's either this or dodging bullets, and I'd rather...

Hi, I'm Carl.

Hi, Carl.

Right this way.

Come on, you'll have plenty of time for that.

Well...

The underwear stays on.

But the accent...

Why on your stomach?

when I say so.

Oh, look at this thing.

Mmm.

Oh, I love this big, bony cock.

Mmm, yeah.

You wanna suck some cock?

Yeah.

You wanna suck some cock?

Yeah.

Huh?

Ah, let's lower it.

Suck. Ah, suck it hard. Come on.

Ah, that's...

Mmm.

Come on, Sucka. That's what you're paying for. Come on. Come on, Sucka.

All right. Second eye.

I know what you want.

That's what you've been waiting for, huh?

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