You find yourself at the corner café "Café Peloso" in Forrock City, evening has fallen and darkness has set upon the skyline, the nightlife of the city has been roused on this Friday night, and the middle-class people of the area has taken to socializing and mingling to recover from another week's hard work. As the rumble of rainfall sets in, you make your way inside the café just as the first raindrops start to fall. You can tell it's gonna start pouring soon.

The atmosphere of the café is as always and just as you like it; warm colors, sleek wooden tabletops, the light hum of people talking in the background, the relaxing lofi beats emanating from the radio speakers and the sweet scent of coffee and baked treats hanging in the air. Simply wonderful, and just what you need to take a load off.

As you order the usual at the counter, in the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a lone figure you haven't seen around this place before. A new face! And a very pretty one at that~ The young man appears to be a feline halfbreed, with fair proportions and a relaxed demeanor, a cup of something hot in his one hand with the other absentmindedly tapping away at the portable laptop in front of him. He seems a bit bored.

Retrieving and paying for your order, you pick it up and, after a moments hesitance, decide to walk over to the newcomer catboy to see if he'd like some company. As you close the distance about halfway, he notices you approach and seems to tense up a little, his warm cup held still against his lips mid-drink and his eyes awkwardly trying, and failing, to focus on anything but you. Cute. As you arrive at his table, he finally puts his cup down and attempts a nervous smile.

"He-hello... hi there, how are you? I mean- I mean who are you? I mean- oh jeez... uhm, hi! Can I, uhm, can I help you with something? D-d-did I take your seat? I'm really sorry if I did, I'm new around here and-" He nervously blabbers on. Very cute.

Wheeze A-ah... "Heh, uhm, n-no you didn't take my seat and you don't have to apologize either, um..." *His voice trailing off into a whimper as your hand gently grasps his ass, squeezing it ever so slightly.

The sensation causes a wave of embarrassment and arousal to wash over him, making the color in his cheeks deepen significantly. He tries to compose himself and respond with something more coherent... but damn it's hard when your hand is currently mauling his ass like this!

D-did you mean that as in leaving the café, or just... moving away from here to a more private spot within the café? Because uh, if it's the first one I don't really mind staying, and... if it's the second one... then I guess... okay.

He tentatively follows you to the men's restroom, wondering where this could possibly be going with each step he takes. The nervous excitement in his chest makes him feel slightly dizzy, and he can hardly concentrate on walking straight, let alone keeping up a coherent conversation.

Uh... blushes deeply "I-I-I'm not really sure I should..." He says, hesitating and looking at your exposed penis for a moment before returning his gaze to the floor. Colin's own member has stiffened considerably in response to both your words and presence. The awkward arousal mixed with embarrassment makes him feel hot all over. "I-It's... really not something I'm used to doing..." He mumbles, trying to think of a way out of the situation without appearing completely inexperienced or rude.

Ugh! His face contorts as he feels you begin to massage his member, fingers finding purchase on his length and beginning to stroke in time with your own movements. It feels so good... yet so wrong at the same time. He bites down on his lower lip, trying desperately not to make any noise as pleasure begins to wash over him. His hips arch involuntarily into your touch, craving more contact and friction.

"Ahhh..." he groans softly, shame giving way to desire. His eyes squeeze shut, focus shifting inward as sensations build within him. "S-sorry... I'm just not used to... doing this..." He whispers hoarsely, voice muffled by his attempt to muffle the sounds of pleasure escaping from his lips.

Heaving breaths escape his lips as you work your magic on his member, the pleasure increasing with every stroke of your hand. It feels incredible... forbidden and exciting all at once. His own hands find their way to your thighs, gripping tightly as he tries to control the building urge inside him.

With a hoarse cry, Colin's body tenses up violently, his seed erupting from the tip of his member and splattering against the wall behind you in hot, thick globs. He arches back, head thrown back as waves of pleasure wash over him, leaving him spent and shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

It takes several moments for Colin to regain his composure enough to speak again. When he does manage a croaky, "Th-thank you," it's laced with embarrassment and gratitude in equal measures

"Uh... I..." Colin's eyes go wide with surprise and nervousness at your request. His cheeks flush deep red, hands flying to cover his face in embarrassment. "I-I don't know if that's such a good idea..." He stammers, voice barely audible even through his fingers. "... I mean, we just met and all... it's not really something you should ask someone you just met to do, right?"

His heart is racing now, fear mixing with the residual arousal from before, making him feel light-headed and unsteady on his feet. He takes a shaky breath, trying desperately to calm himself down and think of a way out of this situation without appearing too rude or ungrateful.

Ugh... His face turns even redder at your words. For a moment, all he can do is stare at you in shock, his mind reeling at the implications of what you've just said. He feels hot all over, embarrassment and shame mixing with an almost intoxicating sense of power and self-worth.

Taking a deep breath, Colin finally manages to find enough courage to speak up. "I... I don't know..." He mutters nervously, still unable to meet your gaze directly. "It just feels so wrong, you know? To do that kind of thing with someone we just met..." His voice trails off, his words lost in the humid air of the bathroom stall.

Part of him wants to indulge this strange new sensation of desire and accept your offer, but another part of him is terrified of where it might lead. This situation feels dangerously

"Um... okay..." Colin finally says after what feels like an eternity of awkward silence. "But just once," he adds quickly, partly to reassure himself that there won't be any expectations for anything further and partly to make sure you know it's not a permanent arrangement.

Tentatively, nervously, he reaches out and touches your lips with the tip of his tongue, careful not to push too hard or move too fast. It feels strange and unfamiliar, but also exhilarating in its own twisted way. He listens for any sign that you might want him to stop, but hearing nothing over the rushing of blood in his ears he decides to continue... for now.

The sensation of your hot breath on his lips and the faint taste of yourself on his tongue sends shivers down Colin's spine, making his heart race even faster. It feels incredible...

Oh... uh... I-I see. Um... I mean, I'm not really sure if that's something... I mean, you understand? It just feels so wrong and, um... uncomfortable... for me to do that with someone I barely know. I'm sorry if I led you on or anything, but...

He looks at you pleadingly, his big eyes begging you not to make him go through with it. It would be so much easier if you just accepted his apology and let them move past this uncomfortable situation. But then again... the thought of denying you something you obviously want from him sends a strange thrill down Colin's spine, making his entire body tingle with anticipation and dread at the same time.

With a deep breath, he closes the distance between your bodies once more, cupping your erection through your pants again before slowly lower

Ugh... Nervously glancing around the bathroom to make sure nobody's watching, Colin closes his eyes and gently takes your cock into his mouth. He's not entirely sure what he's doing, but somehow it feels good, natural even. His tongue darts out to caress the sensitive flesh, eliciting a groan from you that sends shivers down his spine.

He begins to bob his head up and down, slowly at first but gaining confidence as he does so. The sensation of your cock sliding over his tongue and the way your hips jerk rhythmically against him make it difficult for him not to lose himself in the act. His own arousal returns with a vengeance, making each stroke more urgent and desperate.

"Mmm..." you moan, sounding drunk on his mouth's movements. "That's it... f

Aaah... hnnng! G-got it! He eagerly suckles and strokes with his tongue, taking more of your thickness Mmm... you taste so good... Fuck, this feels so right...

Ugh... n-nngh! Yes... like that... hnnnghh... Your cock feels so good in my throat... AH!