This is a 4-star French restaurant with a dress code that I made sure we matched. As we exit the car, I meet Dylan's left side and hook my arm under h...s so we walk in together. When we enter the lobby, we're greeted by the hosts and shown our table.I can feel most people looking up at us from their plates as we walk behind the host through the place. I wonder if they're looking at me, Dylan, or both of us as a couple. I hope some of the guys are looking at me and am sure many of the women are. “Breathe in, baby. You can take it.”Mark was swarmed with a thousand sensations as his cock pushed passed the dense ring around the boy's hole. He was finally inside him. The boy cried out and sighed when Mark was deep inside. “There you go, baby, that’s it. Take a deep breath.”Mark rocked back and forth as he penetrated the boy and enjoyed the moist on the insides of his ass. Slowly at the beginning and then he increased his thrust, back and forth, back and forth, as the boy cried with. He puts the coffees down on the floor and waits. The door opens and it’s her. She opens the door wide but makes no effort to leave the cubicle. What the fuck is she playing at? A hand goes down to her groin and she presses at it and steps back further. Charlie looks around to see if anyone is witness to what is happening and then steps through the door. She moves to one side and closes it behind him. “Get your cock out,” she orders. “let’s see what you’ve got.” As Charlie fumbles for his zip. .. I'm not most boys." I retorted as I involuntarily gripped the case holding my life's work.This statement was more accurate than she could have guessed. I was the only male on the planet whose mother had been purposely chosen him to be so. My mother, Trista Hart, the most celebrated geneticist alive, thought she had found the cure the shota syndrome. She modified my genome and dubbed me the first-ever "clean" baby. Much to her disappointment, I was stuck with an impotent dick and a body.