He thrust his 7-inch-by-6.75-inch dick into the raven-haired emo boi with the wispy haircut.The sissy cried out, “Oh my god! I always wanted this!�...“It’s yours now,” he huffed as he plowed.The man wondered how he got here in this small aparment fucking a dude. He was straight. Always had been. Damn. He kept thrusting. “Yes, sir! Fuck me, daddy!”The answer would be evident to anyone watching at the bar.“Oh my god,” the bartender had beamed. “Mr. Mullins.”The customer looked up. His brown eyes. Only late arrivals were behind us. An attendant with a green-colored lapel button greeted us at the door. Looking at our invitation he directed us to the first row, right of center.Entering we found ourselves in a large open space with two dozen or so seats arrayed in a semi-circle around a slightly raised stage that conformed to the space defined by the seating arrangements. The seats were freestanding, upholstered in leather dyed the same color as the entrance doors. Generous space separated. In my mind, I wish you would just grab me and kiss me and lean me against the wall, but I know you have plans for the evening. Instead you lead me down the street, holding my hand, to a quaint little restaurant and bar. You help me take off my jacket and you see I am wearing a wrap dress in a black and white pattern. The V-neck plunges and you can see my cleavage and full breasts. You also notice my manicured nails and a touch of lip gloss on my lips. You know that I love red wine and you order. The fishing was going well but around 10pm,Dave my mate got a call saying he had to get home so we quickly packed away and headed home,we rolled upto mine about 11pm and i threw my gear in the garage and went to go inside the house and realised i didnt have my house key,i tired to call Jen but it was going to voicemail so decided to get inside the garage for a quick sleep as when Jen went out it was usually till the early hours.I was out for the count when i suddenly woke,looked at my watch,it.