imagining a guy taking notice of me at a dive bar and buying me a shot of tequilla. he gives me a little wave from across the bar, then using one finger, he motions for me to come over and points at the neglected stool to the left of him. hesitantly, i oblige.
we get to talking, and as we continue, i can’t help but to let my eyes wander. his chest is slightly hairy, and it’s obvious from the outline through his tank that he exercises regularly. his hands are rough, and his toned forearms are accentuated by his above-average vascularity. letting my lust cloud my judgement, my eyes briefly dart down towards his crotch, where i find his shorts concealing a progressively more obvious bulge, and when my eyes return to his, i notice he was scanning me in the same manner.
we both laugh, but quickly i find his hand enrapturing mine, and suddenly we’re in the same stall in the men’s bathroom.
my head gives a little thud as he pushes my face against our small enclosure, and my belt clinks against the tile below as he strips off my pants. i hear a zipper open, and i feel the need to say something.
“hey, i reeeeallly should’ve said something earlier, but i’m a trans—“
i don’t get to finish. 3 fingers are promptly shoved past my lips, and i instinctually start sucking.
“Woman? Were you really going to say woman?” he laughs, “That’s funny dude, because I don’t fuck women.” before i can process what he just said, i feel his girthy cock slide into me, and at that point, i can’t process anything anymore. he greedily grabs a handful of my hips as he uses his other hand to keep my face smushed against the stall wall, and his fingers to keep my tongue occupied. his hips start moving faster.
“Goddamn, I can’t believe a beautiful boy with a hole like yours calls himself a woman. You’re so fucking stupid, aren’t you?” i’m drunk off of his cock now, and all i can manage is a drooly, “yes, yes, yes”.
“You’re such a good fucking boy. You’re just my stupid good boy, aren’t you? Say it. Fucking say it back.”
i say it back. again, and again, and again. i proclaim it so loudly, that it was a miracle we weren’t kicked out then and there. in my admittance of defeat, i feel him tense up, and i’m flooded with that familiar warmth that only comes with losing to someone superior. his hand moves to my hair, where he begins to pet me gently. he moves his lips to my ear, and whispers, “You did so good for me, pup. You’re such a good boy. You’re gonna come back to mine now, okay?”
still coming down from the high he lovingly gifted me, i nod my head weakly. i can’t fight the truth anymore. i’m a good boy.
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