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No.1089 : Alhena ##YdGPrptT [10/06/25(Fri)03:33] [Report] [SNAP]

22 year old Tommy Andrews walked into club twist on south beach and sat down at the bar to get out of the sun, a cute street kid the bouncer knew from seeing him traipsing up and down the boulevard advertising his wares; a smooth talking con man with ants in his pants to make it in show business, and a shot in hell at it too. Some guy bought him a drink and contemplated taking him home, chatting him up. Tom was just glad to be in the cool and have some cold alcohol whatever it was to sip on as he lounged in the dark around the bar surrounded my a mixed crowd of openly gay men, when by walked Katrina DeVille, transgirl escort extraordinaire. Without thinking tom had his hand out in front of him stopping her in her tracks, slowing down the millipede crawl of bar patrons making their way in from the back patio. He'd cut a bee line to her the moment she came into sight, his eyes never left hers. They chatted and she confessed she was trans. Tom was taken aback. He didn't know. Yeah she was in a gay bar but staight girls came in here all the time to get away from the miami thug crowd. Tom was gay for pay, sleeping with men to survive his life on the street, trying to hustle to make it out there in the rap game or the acting game or some other game, so long as he was entertaining and being famous. Half an hour later he was in the bathroom with her getting a blowjob and fucking her doggystyle. Then back to the bar, then both of them back at some guy's house - who'd had a grand old time watching young love blossom and had volunteered his condo to host the denoumante - fucking in the dark while a third wheel's paw tinkered with his asshole, a host tax if you ever saw one. He came and they got dressed and hit the streets again, back to the club, to a brief life together. He stole a car for her, cleanly, when a trick took him home and passed out on the couch, locking him into the house, and via the gate, into the property. A pocket sweep, key's, a backyard window, a fence hop, a search for a gate clicker, and a joyride to his transgirlfriend's place; where he found himself once again inside her, and that, the last time he would ever be.

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