Go sit on one of the couches.
From Create Your Own Story
Your knees are practically shaking from nerves, so you sit down on one of the couches. You watch the big man as he crosses the room and walks straight to where you're sitting. He grins down at you - you can make out his teeth in the dim red lights, and then the older man sits down right beside you. You feel your heart flutter - he's unbelievably handsome up close. He places one thick arm behind you along the back of the couch - the heat of him is palpable against your shoulders and neck. Your heart starts to beat quickly in your chest.
"You damn near started a race into here, walking in like that with your tight little butt all wiggling," he says. "Never seen you here before."
You feel your face burning, glad for the dim light of the red bulbs. "First time here," you say, though your voice is a bit uneven.
The man laughs. "Shit boy, I could tell that from the way you walked - pretty boy like you would still be limping if he'd been here before, 'specially on a blackout night." His hand squeezes your shoulder, and he leans in toward you.
You shiver. "Blackout night?"
The man's teeth shine through his beard. He leans in very close, his lips close to your ear. "Blackout night. They turn down the lights, every Friday night." His body is pressed a little against your side. "Everybody has fun in the dark." His free hand strokes your other arm, while the one holding your shoulder squeezes a little tighter. You bite your bottom lip as he tugs you a little bit, and you slide slightly toward him. He turns on the couch, pressing his chest to your back, and wrapping both arms across your chest. "I think you'll like it. The dicks come out," he says, voice low, his beard and mustache tickling your ear, "and boys like you get fucked proper."
You swallow. "Oh." Despite your nervousness, your cock hardens as the older man speaks into your ear. He rubs his hands up and down your chest, finding your nipples through the fabric of your shirt, and pausing long enough to give them a quick rub. You shiver against him. His left hand slides even lower, and as it crosses low on your stomach, you bite your lip again. He rubs his palm across your crotch and you realize your blooming hard-on has to be obvious.
He chuckles. "Oh yeah, you are a dirty little boy, aren't you? Made a straight line for the back room like the slut you are, dintcha?" Both of his hands slide under your shirt, and the heat of his rough palms against your skin is incredible. "Daddy'll fuck you good and proper." His hands rise again, both taking your shoulders, and he leans back, pulling you along with him and starting to lie back on the couch. "Come here, boy... You'll enjoy Daddy's surprise, I'll bet..." You feel his strong arms turning you, and then his bearded mouth is on yours, his tongue taking possession of your mouth. You moan around his kiss, and start to fall onto him. His hands slide down your back and his fingertips start to slide under your jeans, both hands moving low and squeezing your ass through your underwear. You realize he wants keep this action going, right in the middle of the back room.
You...
