Million Dollar Femboy (Crossdressing gay millionaire public sex erotica)

Marcus Auger is a tall, broad, tanned multi-millionaire who has already retired at the age of 36, leaving him to indulge in whatever pleasure comes his way - like enjoying the sight and touch of the 18 year old seniors graduating from high school every summer. This time, however, he wants more than just a one time thing. He wants a femboy who's willing to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and he's willing to spend a million dollars to get it. He finds his answer in a petite, smooth, feminine boy named Allen at the local mall, and once he dangles that money in front of him, the sky's the limit of what he'll do!

A taste:

€œAllen. That's not a bad name at all. I'm Marcus. Now, tell me, Allen,€ he would say, as his hand continued to rub at Allen's back, through the fabric of his tight blue t-shirt, easing out the muscles and nerves underneath. €œYou're... eighteen, I'm guessing? Just finished high school?€
With another shudder as those fingers played upon his back, Allen nodded twice. €œY-yeah,€ he'd stutter out, take a breath, then speak again. €œYeah. Just... just got out last week.€
Marcus' fingers and thumb continued to play Allen like an instrument, and kept speaking to him with the greatest of ease, his confidence filling the air and wrapping around Allen like thick black rope. €œThinking about the future, I'm betting? College, work, what you're gonna do with your life...€
Allen meekly nodded, his shoulders raising high, body continuing to squirm like a girl. €œUh-huh.€
€œWell, what if I told you, I could make it so you'd never have to worry about any of that again? Never have to worry about money for the rest of your life, even.€
Allen looked back up, finally responding with a glance of cynicism. It made Marcus grin broadly. He was close, he could tell. He just had to seal the deal.
€œHeheh. Fair enough you wouldn't believe me. But -€ He started, then reached for his wallet, pulling it into the open air, making it very plain for Allen to see. Then, gingerly, he pulled a hundred dollar bill out. Allen's eyes opened up some, and snapped a little more to attention. Smirking, Marcus pulled out another hundred dollar bill. And another, and another, and another, and another... on and on, until he had, in total, fished out 2000 dollars. He folded them in half, presenting them to Allen, who took them with disbelieving, shaking hands.
€œGo ahead. Count it up. Two thousand dollars €“ but that's just a taste of what I can give you. I'd give you two thousand dollars just to be mine for the afternoon... but if you stick with me?€ Marcus leaned down and in, whispering hotly into the wide-eyed pale girly boy's ear. €œYou'll be making a million.€
€œHhnnnh,€ Allen shuddered and groaned, making Marcus smile again. He had him now.
€œYou just have to be a good boy...€ He spoke, slow and drawn out, as that hand went from his back to slide around the side and to the front, groping at his stomach, daring to slide lower, getting close to pushing into his jeans, right in the middle of the store. €œAnd do what I tell you. Do what I want. And what I want, right now, is to dress you up like the prettiest, sexiest little girl that you are."