"I'm straight, man," the young man insists, yet his eyes linger on the clerk's crotch as they discuss a pawned item in the shop's back room. The clerk, a seasoned hustler, sees the desire smoldering beneath the twink's denial. He leans in, whispering, "You sure about that?" The twink swallows hard, his gaze locked on the clerk's growing bulge. The clerk grins, unzipping his jeans, revealing his hard, veined cock. The twink licks his lips, torn between his professed straightness and the temptation before him. The clerk steps closer, his cock brushing against the twink's cheek. The twink gasps, his resolve crumbling, as the clerk feeds him his throbbing dick, fucking his face until he cums, the twink's straight claims forgotten amidst the clerk's spent load.