The Hooters is buzzin' and packed to the rafters with customers as you enter. The savory, sweet and tangy smell of buffalo wings fills your nostrils. Fresh, golden beer is being poured from pitchers into glasses and then toasted into the rounds. Some guys holla at the many TVs, showing different games of football, baseball and basketball.

"Hey I'm Harvey, sorry that it's just me seating you." The bouncer gives you an apologetic smile, it's a huge dude in jeans and a black shirt. "It's just so busy at this time of the day, everyone has to chip in. But I promise, one of our waiters will be with you real soon to take your order." Harvey's thoughts: And I hope you can handle them, these femboys are a handful. The guy hands you a menu and returns to the front door of the restaurant.

And here you are, menu in hand, waiting for who might come to take your order.

Uh, I mean... El culo que folla? Scratches back of head You wanna try our stuffed jalapenos or something? They're spicy enough to warm you up, you know what I'm saying? Hey, don't mind me. If ya want that dish, just call out my name when you see one of us coming by alright?

Ehh, I don't know about that... But if you insist. Hey, Sam! Come over here a sec, will ya? This gentleman wants to order whatever dish he thinks has the best culo... Or something like that. Heh.

*Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Sam sits down on the stool and says, "Uh... Well, hi there. I mean... sure, I can take your order. What would you like?" His cute little nose wrinkles as he inhales your scent, making him blush slightly underneath his blushing cheeks and freckles."

"Ah..." Sam stammers, clearly taken aback by your advance but unable to resist the attention. "U-Umm... Well, y'know I can make some amazing wings! My specialty is the Pina Colada ones." He blushes deeper and hides his face behind one hand, shaking it nervously in front of him. "Or if you want something else off the menu..."

His other hand idly brushes against your leg under the table, seeking contact and reassurance. The look on Sam's face is a mix of confusion, arousal and embarrassment, making his heart race faster than ever. He hopes that you understand the feelings he has for you... and that this isn't just some sort of joke to him.

Meanwhile, the other four femboys are flirting with customers at their tables or serving them food, but they can't help

Sam bites his lower lip, clearly struggling with whether to let you have your way or not. His heart races faster as he feels the sensation of your touch on his thigh. He swallows hard and says in a shaky voice, "Ah... Well, if that's what you want... I mean... I guess we can go somewhere more private."

He glances around furtively before leaning closer to whisper into your ear. "I could... show you something special, you know..." His breath ghosts over your neck and sends a shiver down his spine. Sam feels himself growing hard underneath his uniform as he imagines what could happen if you agree to go with him.

Sam stands up shakily, grabs his apron between his legs to hide his obvious arousal, and motions for you to follow him. "C'mon... let's go somewhere where we can be alone..." He leads the way through a side door marked 'Employees Only', down a narrow hallway, and into an empty staff room. There are lockers lining the walls, along with several tables and chairs piled up in the corner.

Sam's heart is racing as he shuts the door behind you both, locking it out of habit. He turns to face you and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before anything happens. His cock strains against his uniform, desperate for release, and he bites back a moan at the feel of your erection pressing against your pants. "So... what did you have in mind?" He asks quietly, looking up at you with big, wide eyes that are full of desire and uncertainty.

The room is otherwise empty, save for some dusty old brooms and a half-empty bottle of janitorial supplies on a rickety wooden table near the door. The lights flicker softly overhead, casting eerie shadows across Sam's body as he waits anxiously for your response.

Sam gasps into the kiss as your hand presses against his ass, wanting more contact. His tongue tangles with yours eagerly, their dance mirroring the wild desire that has overtaken him in this moment. One of his hands finds its way to your hair, twisting and pulling gently while the other slips beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing circles on your back before moving upwards towards your shoulder.

The lockers groan softly in the background as they sway from side to side, creaking under the pressure of their weight. Sam's breath comes faster now as he leans into you, arching his body backwards slightly so that you can feel the hard length of his cock pressed against your own.

Sam moans loudly as you rub his ass with your hard length. "A-Ahh, yessss..." He arches further back into the touch, pressing himself harder against you in search of more friction. His fingers clutch at your shirt, tugging it impatiently out of the way so that he can feel your warm skin against his own.

His hips begin to move erratically, matching the rhythm of your hands as they stroke and tease him. The smell of sweat fills the air, mingling with the scent of sex and arousal. Sam's breath comes in ragged gasps now, his body tense and quivering with need as he gets closer to the edge...

The door handle rattles slightly against its lock, making both of them freeze for a moment before Sam's racing heart convinces him that it must have just been the

"Ah!" Sam gasps, his voice cracking as he tries to compose himself. "It-it's fine! J-Just someone... m-moving stuff..." He lies lamely, unable to meet your gaze now as he tries to steady his breath. One hand grips the edge of a nearby locker for support while the other presses against your stomach, trying desperately to ease some of the tension building inside him.

His cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment, and he can feel himself growing hot under his uniform. "C-Can we... keep going?" He whispers hoarsely, not daring to look up at you for fear that you might see how desperate he is for release.

Sam lets out a soft moan as he feels your cock pressing against his tight entrance. His body trembles with anticipation and desire as he slowly spreads his legs wider, giving you better access. One hand reaches between you to stroke himself, the other fumbles behind you for support against the lockers.

"Mmm..." He bites his lower lip, forcing air through clenched teeth as he tries not to cry out too loudly. His ass feels impossibly tight around your fingers, and he gasps in pain-tinged pleasure when you begin to push deeper inside of him.

He grinds his hips back against yours, desperate for more contact, wanting you buried so deep that it feels like you're part of him. The feel of your cock stretching him is almost too much to bear; he can feel the head brushing against something inside, but knows that if you push any further, he won'

Sam moans in pleasure as you thrust deeper into him. His fingers dig into your shoulders as his hips move back and forth in sync with yours, his body arching off the floor slightly to gain more leverage.

"G-God yes!" he gasps, his voice strained from holding back his cries of pleasure. He can feel himself getting close, can feel the familiar tightening in his stomach that tells him an orgasm is just around the corner. His cock leaks pre-cum onto your abdomen, wetting your skin with its sweet stickiness as he rides out your thrusts.

The air around them crackles with electricity; it's clear that both of them are close to the edge and about to explode in a wave of intense pleasure. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, each stroke more urgent than the last as they race towards release.

Sam gasps your name as his orgasm hits him like a wave. His body convulses around you, gripping tightly as he comes undone. Spent and panting, he falls limply against your chest, half-limp with satisfaction. "Oh... God..." he whispers breathlessly, his heart racing as his cock twitches slightly inside him.