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.

His bright green eyes twinkle as he takes in your appreciative gaze. "Well hello there," his voice is smooth and alluring, making the butterflies in your stomach dance with glee. "My name's Riley." He flashes you a grin that could make even the coldest of hearts melt.

Riley seems to take your interest in his hips and ass quite well, smirking playfully as he takes note of where you're looking. "Alright, coming right up! Just pick your sauce and tell me how many you want." He stands tall, perfectly aware that his bubblegum scent must be filling the air around him.

Riley laughs, pretending to be offended but secretly thrilled by your playful slap on his ass. "You dare?" he asks, smirking before turning around to head to the kitchen. "Don't get too worked up now! Remember, I'm here for service." He pauses and glances over his shoulder at you with a naughty twinkle in his eye. "And for anything else you might need, of course."

The kitchen is bustling with activity but Riley quickly finds his way around it, making sure your order gets the attention it deserves. The scent of hot wings fills the air as he dunks them into various sauces, seasoning them to perfection. Your curiosity about his body begins to build even more as you watch him move, revealing flashes of toned muscle beneath his tight shirt and shorts.

You pause outside the bathroom door as Riley disappears inside. "Riley?" you call out hesitantly, not sure what exactly you hope to find in there but drawn nonetheless. There's no reply, only the sound of running water from one of the sinks. Taking a deep breath and summoning up your courage, you push open the door and step inside.

The bathroom is surprisingly spacious, with three stalls and two urinals surrounding a large sink area in the center. The air feels steamy and warm, making you immediately want to take off your shirt. Your gaze searches for Riley but comes up empty until it lands on a figure crouched down by one of the sinks. With his head bowed, he's vigorously scrubbing something on his hands, his ass sticking up in the air as if inviting you closer.

Riley lets out a surprised gasp as you grab onto his hips and rub your crotch against his ass. His heart pounds wildly in his chest, a mixture of shock, arousal and anger fluttering through him. "H-hey! What do you think--" His words cut off when he feels something hard and warm press against his entrance. He freezes for a moment before deciding that this might not be such a bad thing after all.

"A-are you... sure about this?" he asks hesitantly, still uncertain whether to go along with your advance. His heart races as he imagines what it would feel like to have another guy inside him, but his protective instincts warn him not to get too carried away.