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.

The silence is almost deafening after the uproar caused by the bartender's announcement. The remaining customers grumble and continue their conversations, occasionally glancing in your direction with interest or annoyance. You see Riley staring at you from across the room. His eyes meet yours and he gives a soft smile before walking over to your table

Riley: "Well... This is awkward," He chuckles nervously. "Uh, hi! I'm Riley. One of your femboy waiters here today."

Riley shrugs, not looking quite comfortable with the attention. "Yeah, it's just the owner's thing. He thought people might enjoy it more with... us serving them." He glances down, smiling sheepishly as he tugs on his red hair. "So, what can I get you to drink today?"

"Sure thing!" Riley jots down your order and then looks up at you expectantly. "So... why did you choose this place, anyway? Not many people know about us yet." He leans against the table, crossing his arms over his chest as he studies your face.

Riley snorts and shakes his head, amused. "Yeah, that's... one way to put it." He glances around the restaurant again, trying to hide a small smile as he does so. "Well, hopefully people will come back tomorrow. For now, though, I guess we'll just have to enjoy the peace and quiet."

He turns his attention back to you, giving a genuine smile this time. "So, what brings you here today? You don't look like the type to usually hang out at places like this." His blue eyes twinkle with curiosity and flirtation as he leans in closer.

Riley's heart skips a beat at your confession. He hesitates for a moment before responding, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment and arousal. "Well... uh... I mean, I hope you find it here," he finally manages to stammer out. His hand finds its way to yours under the table, squeezing gently. "I'm always here if you need someone to talk to..." He pauses, his voice lowering as he continues, "...or something more."

Riley's heart races as you return his gaze. His cock throbs in his tight shorts and a bead of sweat forms on his forehead. The tip of his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip nervously. He wants nothing more than for you to say yes, that you want something more.

Finally, he musters the courage to ask, voice trembling slightly, "Would you... would you like to get out of here? Just for a little while?" His hand tightens around yours under the table, pleading silently for your agreement.

Riley curses under his breath as he lets go of your hand, turning to address the bartender. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he grumbles before glancing back at you with a apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. Duty calls." His heart sinks when he sees disappointment flash across your features for a brief moment. "Maybe some other time?" He says softly as he walks away, hoping against hope that things will work out between the two of you eventually.

Riley pouts as he walks away and watches you interact with the new waiter. He really hopes you give him another chance sometime, because something about you has really caught his eye...and other parts of him.

Riley discreetly watches you as he walks to the other side of the restaurant. He can't help but feel drawn to you and hopes that maybe next time their paths will cross again. His cock twitches in his shorts, reminding him of just how attracted he is to you. "Maybe I could... ask around about another shift? Maybe even request it specifically?" He murmurs to himself, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he continues to watch you from afar.

As Riley keeps stealing glances at you from across the room, he can't help but wonder if there's any way to make this happen. Maybe if he were more forward with his feelings... He takes a deep breath and decides that tonight, he'll take the risk. Walking over to where Sam is working, Riley leans in close and whispers, "Hey Sammy, I need a favor..."

Sam perks up at the sound of Riley's voice and leans in to hear him better. He notices the look in Riley's eyes, knowing that whatever favor he needs, it must be important if Riley is asking for it like this. "Uh, sure thing, man. What do you need?"

"Will you... will you ask if I can switch shifts with you? Next time? Please?" Riley says quickly, barely able to contain his excitement and nervousness. "I really want to talk to that guy over there... see where it goes." He motions discreetly in your direction with his eyes, not wanting anyone else to overhear their conversation.

Sam raises an eyebrow at Riley's request but nods in understanding. "Sure, man. I can do that. But... why?" There's a note of curiosity and suspicion in Sam's voice as he asks the question.

Riley bites his bottom lip nervously before finally meeting Sam's gaze. "Look, I know it might seem random and crazy but... I just really like him, you know? And he seemed to like me back... sort of..." His cheeks flush as he finishes speaking and his hands fidget at his sides.

Sam considers Riley's words for a moment before nodding slowly. "I understand." He glances in your direction again before turning back to Riley. "Alright, dude. I got you. But promise me you'll be careful with him, okay?" There's genuine concern in Sam's voice as he gives Riley a reassuring smile.

Riley's heart skips a beat at the thought that his wish might actually come true. He nods vigorously in response to Sam's words, a small blush still coloring his cheeks. "Trust me, I will. Thanks, man." With newfound hope burning brightly inside him, he goes back to watching you from afar, praying that fate will bring them together once again.

Meanwhile, you can't help but notice Riley watching you intently across the room. His gaze seems to follow your every move and there's an undeniable spark in his eyes when he looks at you. It makes you feel both self-conscious and flattered at the same time...

You try not to make it obvious that you're aware of him, but every now and then your gaze drifts over in his direction, just to see if he's still looking. The thought of what he said earlier about wanting to talk to you makes heat rise into your cheeks; this sudden attention is surprising...and very welcome.

The moment you disappear into the bathroom, Riley's heart leaps into his throat. He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down before hurriedly making his way over there, hoping against hope that fate will give him this chance he's been waiting for. As he approaches the door, his hand trembles slightly as he reaches out to grasp the handle.

Riley's heart skips a beat as he sees you in the bathroom, your attention elsewhere. He takes a moment to compose himself before speaking, his voice soft and shaky. "Um... hi there." His eyes dart around nervously before meeting yours again, holding your gaze for a fraction longer this time. "Look, I don't want to seem too forward or anything but... earlier today, I just wanted to say that you really caught my eye and..." He swallows hard as he continues, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal. "I was hoping maybe we could talk some more."

There's a moment of silence as the two of you hold each other's gaze, neither one of you sure how to react or what the other person is thinking. The air between you feels charged, electric... like anything could happen if either of you make the wrong move.

Riley's lips quirk into a shy smile at your compliment. He takes a step closer to you, moving his hand up so that it rests on the wall above your shoulder, trapping you in with him. "I'm glad you think so," he whispers before leaning in even closer, his breath warm against your ear. "But what I really want is for us to get out of here and... explore our feelings further." His voice has dropped lower now, almost inaudible above the sound of blood rushing through his ears.

His free hand finds its way to the small of your back, drawing you closer still as he presses against you, feeling the solid heat of your body through their clothes. "Do you want that?" He asks, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper now. "To be alone with me and see where this goes?"

You can feel his heart racing against yours;

Riley's cheeks flush deeper as he watches you touch yourself while he's holding your dick. His own arousal increases, making his pants tight and uncomfortable. He tries to maintain eye contact but finds it hard not to focus on what you're doing with your hand. "You know," he says slowly, his voice thick with desire, "I think we should get out of here."

With one last thrust of your hips, you finish pissing and pull your hand away from him. The sound of the stream coming to an end breaks the tension between you, as does the scent of fresh urine that fills the air. Riley watches, breathless, as you straighten up and step away from the urinal. "I think we should explore those feelings outside." He suggests huskily, his gaze flickering over your body before meeting yours again.

There's an

Riley nods eagerly as you agree to his plan, already imagining the two of you finding some private place to be alone together. He reaches out to take your hand and gives it a squeeze before leading you out of the bathroom and back into the dimly lit restaurant. People glance in your direction curiously as you walk past, but neither of you seem to notice or care at this point.

As they approach an exit sign at the far end of the building, Riley turns to face you once more. In the low lighting, his blue eyes seem almost black as he looks into yours, searching for any hint of hesitation or uncertainty. "Are you sure about this?" He whispers hoarsely, taking another step closer so that his body is only inches away from yours. His hand drifts up to caress your cheek before finding its way back down to rest on your hipbone.

"Because once we leave

Riley smirks at your words and nods eagerly, reaching out to grab your hand in his. "Of course, sugar. Just lead the way." He looks up into your eyes and can't help but feel a thrill run through him at the thought of being alone with you like this. They reach the exit and step outside onto the sidewalk; the cool night air feels like a relief after the stuffy restaurant. "So, where to?"

As he asks this question, Riley finds himself moving closer to you once more. His free hand trails up your back, over your shoulder and down your arm, coming to rest lightly on your upper thigh. The contact between them sends electric shockwaves through their bodies and he feels his arousal growing harder by the moment.

"I'm completely at your command tonight," he breathes softly into your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe before trac

Riley nods eagerly and follows you around the side of the building, his heart pounding with anticipation at the thought of what might happen once they're alone in the alley. As he walks beside you, he can't help but steal glances at your ass, admiring its shape and size under your tight clothes.

"So," he starts, trying to sound casual as his fingers find their way up the inside of your thigh, "what do you like? Any particular kinks or fantasies we should explore tonight?" His voice is low and sultry, his breath hot against your ear as he asks this question.

Riley grins as you admit to being typically a top. "Well that's good to know," he says with a chuckle, nibbling gently on your earlobe as they reach the alleyway. He turns you toward him, pinning your back against the wall as his hips press against yours. "I think I can be pretty dominant tonight too... but don't worry, baby boy. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it." His voice is smooth and seductive as he leans in closer to kiss you, his tongue darting out to tease your lips before slipping inside your mouth.

As the two of them tangle together in this rough, passionate embrace, Riley starts to grope at your clothes, desperate to feel more skin against his fingertips. He growls into your kiss when he finally manages to undo your pants and pull

Riley grinds his hips against yours as you moan into the kiss, feeling your hard length pressed against him. He pulls back for a moment, gazing down at you with lust-filled eyes before lowering his head to take one of your erect nipples into his mouth. His lips and tongue dance around it, teasing and taunting until it's painfully hard, and he knows that you're close to the edge. Satisfied with how worked up you are, Riley stands tall again, hooking his fingers in your waistband as he pulls down your pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

With you fully exposed before him, Riley steps back to admire his handiwork. Your cock bobs free and inviting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that glistens in the dim light of the alleyway. "Look at how beautiful you are

"I can't help but notice how hard you get for me," he continues, reaching out to stroke your length. His touch is firm and demanding, making your breath catch in your throat. "And I'm gonna make sure that tonight, you come harder than ever before." With a wicked grin on his lips, Riley leans forward and takes your cock into his mouth, sucking hard as he begins to bob his head up and down.

The moan that escapes from your throat is music to his ears, fueling him with even more lust as he works you over with his talented mouth. He reaches up with one hand, cupping your balls, rolling them gently in his palm while sucking harder on your dick. As he does this, Riley begins to slowly stroke at your entrance with a finger, teasing the tight ring of muscle and driving you wild with

The taste of your cock on his tongue sends shivers down Riley's spine as he deep throats you, relishing in the feel of your hard length sliding over the back of his throat. His free hand moves up to caress and squeeze your nipple roughly, knowing just how much that particular touch drives you wild. As he continues teasing both your entrance and your sensitive bud, Riley begins to moan around you, his hips moving in rhythm with his ministrations. The sound of his pleasure only serves to further fuel his lust, making him take you deeper and harder as he strives to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

His mouth feels impossibly hot and wet as he sucks on your cock, drawing out every moan and grunt from deep within you. Riley can feel his own arousal growing more intense by the moment, his thigh

Riley can feel the heat building inside him as he takes you deeper and faster into his mouth. His own need for release is becoming more insistent, but he refuses to let himself come before he's taken care of business. With a final, long, drawn-out moan around your cock, he feels your hot cum erupt into his mouth, filling it with the salty, tangy flavor of sex. As you pump your release into him, Riley continues to suck and lick, cleaning every last drop from your aching flesh before finally pulling back, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He looks up at you through his lashes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he says, "Was that good for you?"

There's still some residual heat between your bodies where they touched and the air seems charged with electricity. Riley knows there's more to be done, but he needs a

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Riley says with a satisfied grin, stroking your cheek gently before leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips. "You taste amazing." He pauses for a moment, their eyes locked together, before continuing softly, almost reverently, "I could spend hours tasting every inch of you."

As the last traces of his orgasm fade away, Riley steps back, giving you both some space. His hand drifts down to his crotch, idly massaging at his still-hard cock through his pants as he looks up into your eyes again. The hunger in them is unmistakable and his voice drops low when he asks huskily, "Now what do you want me to do with that?"

Riley curses under his breath, glancing between you and Sam. His hand slides away from your hip reluctantly as he attempts to regain his composure. "Shit... uh... Sam," he calls back, putting on a forced smile. "I was just about to come in." He clears his throat awkwardly before continuing, "Sorry I took so long. But I'm here now, don't worry."

As Riley turns to head back towards the restaurant, he shoots one last apologetic look in your direction before disappearing around the corner. The air between you and Sam feels charged with unspoken tension as the two of you stand there, eyes locked on each other.

Sam blushes slightly and smiles shyly. "My name's Sam... And I should apologize too... I had no idea you two were out here... I didn't mean to interrupt anything." He clears his throat awkwardly, still unable to meet your eyes directly.

"Uh... sure?" Sam says softly, hesitating but slowly taking a step closer to you. He bites his bottom lip nervously as he awaits your request.

"Uh... I guess?" Sam says, his voice barely a whisper. He tilts his head slightly, uncertain of what you might want him to do. A faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he waits for you to continue.

Sam blushes even harder at your request, struggling to maintain eye contact. He nods slowly and hesitantly, unsure of what this favor might entail but willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between the two of you. "Y-yeah... sure. I can try," he stammers softly, his heart racing in his chest.

Sam takes another tentative step closer, his heart hammering in his chest as he follows your silent command. The distance between you grows smaller with every movement, and the heat emanating from your body makes him feel even more flustered. When there's barely any space left between them, Sam looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what he should do next.

Sam's face turns beet red at the thought of continuing what Riley started, but he can't bring himself to refuse your command. Gently, ever so gingerly, he reaches out and cups your cheek in his hand, leaning forward until their lips are just a breath apart. His heart races as their warm breath mingles together, sending tingles down his spine.

He hesitates for just a moment longer before finally closing the distance between them and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is tender at first, hesitant and unsure of itself, but as you respond eagerly it becomes bolder and more confident. Sam slides his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer still as he deepens the kiss, opening his mouth to let out a soft moan that's muffled against your lips.

His eyes widen as he follows your instruction and drops to his knees, bringing his face level with your crotch. With shaking hands, he reaches out to undo your pants, freeing your hard length from the confines of your clothes. He gasps softly at the sight of you before leaning forward and taking you into his mouth, sucking gently as he begins to bob his head up and down in rhythm with his hands.

His throat vibrates around you as he moans, the sounds echoing through the alleyway and driving him wild with desire for more of this forbidden fruit. He tightens his lips around your shaft, drawing out a sharp groan from deep within you that fuels his need to please even further.

His eyes meet yours as he continues to worship at your feet, hungry for any sign of approval or encouragement. With each thrust

Sam moans around you as your praise spurs him onward. He slides one hand up to cup your balls while his other continues its relentless pace, using every trick he knows to get you closer and closer to the edge. His mouth feels hot and wet as it engulfs your length, his tongue dancing across the sensitive head of your cock in a teasing motion that drives you wild with desire.

As you grow closer to release, Sam increases his pace, sucking harder and moaning louder around you. The sound of pleasure escaping from his throat fills the alleyway, echoing off the walls and filling both their heads with lust. With one final thrust forward, he takes you deep into his throat as your hot cum erupts onto the back of his tongue, painting his mouth in your essence. He swallows eagerly, savoring every drop before finally relenting and pulling

Sam's face flushes red as you instruct him to stand up, exposing his twink body. He slowly rises to his feet, a shy smile playing on his lips as he looks down at you from underneath his lashes. His hands fidget nervously by his sides, unsure of what else to do or where to put them.

The dim lighting casts a soft glow over his smooth, delicate curves and flat stomach, accentuating the contrast between his pale skin and dark hair. His small breasts perk up beneath his vest as he takes a deep breath, the cleavage visible even through the fabric of his uniform top.

Sam meets your gaze once more and offers you a hesitant smile. "Um... is there anything else I can do for you?" The words are barely audible above the hum of activity coming from inside the restaurant.

Sam's face turns even redder as he slowly turns around, offering you a view of his tight little twink ass and legs adorned in the familiar fishnet stockings of a Femboy Hooters uniform. He bites his lip, feeling self-conscious about showing off so much, but also thrilled by the idea that it's for your pleasure. His hands flutter to his hips, unsure if he should cover himself up or leave himself exposed further.

The warm breeze caresses Sam's body as he stands there, shivering slightly in anticipation of what might come next. He waits patiently for your command, gazing down at the alleyway between his legs and imagining you knelt there once again, worshipping him with every move and moan.

Sam's breath catches in his throat as you speak these words, his heart racing with anticipation and desire for your cock deep inside him. He shakes his head slowly from side to side, the movement jostling his luscious curls around his face. "Yes... please..." he whispers, a tremor in his voice betraying just how aroused he is by this forbidden fantasy.

He spreads his legs wider, offering himself up to you on shaking knees. His eyes meet yours as they flutter closed, ready for anything that might come next. "I want it... I want all of you..." he confesses, barely able to form the words through his labored breathing.

Sam squirms impatiently as you take your time, his body burning with desire for your cock inside him. He gasps softly, arching his back and pressing his ass back towards you in silent invitation. "Please... don't tease..." he whispers, barely able to form the words between ragged breaths.

His legs tremble with anticipation as he continues to beg for your attention, promising anything just to feel you inside him. His eyes stay locked on yours, pleading for understanding and connection despite their shared secrets. The air between them crackles with lust and longing, filling the alleyway with an almost tangible energy that feels electric against Sam's skin.

Sam gasps at the sting of your slap, arching his back even further and presenting his tight little ass even more temptingly. "O-Okay..." he says, trying to keep his voice steady as you lead him inside. His heart pounds frantically in his chest, adrenaline coursing through him at the thought of having you here with him... but also fear that someone might catch them like this.

As they approach the door to the restaurant, Sam glances over his shoulder at you, a mixture of want and apprehension etched onto his flushed features. "W-Where should we go in there?" he whispers nervously.

Sam feels a stab of disappointment at your words, but he knows you're right. He nods slowly and tries to compose himself as he enters the restaurant, taking on his usual confident demeanor as he mingles with the other staff members. His mind, however, is elsewhere; thoughts of your teasing comments and forbidden desires dance through his head, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else.

As he works through his shift, Sam can't help but steal glances in your direction whenever you come near. The memory of your touch and the taste of your cum still linger on his tongue, driving him wild with need. Despite knowing that getting caught would be disastrous for both of them, a part of him wishes that fate would bring you back to him again... just one more time.

Sam notices Billy's movements and the look in his eye as he leans over to wipe up the spill on your lap. His heart races, anticipating what might happen next. He struggles to keep his expression neutral, but can't help the flush that creeps up his cheeks. As Billy continues to rub against your crotch, Sam watches from across the room, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear course through him.

His gaze flickers between you and Billy, unsure whether he should intervene or step away and pretend not to notice what's happening. In that moment, he wishes desperately for the freedom to act on his desires without consequence... even if it means risking everything.

Sam's heart races as he watches the encounter unfold between you and Billy. He can feel the heat in his cheeks growing brighter by the second, knowing that any moment now someone could look over and see what's happening. But still, a part of him wishes he had the courage to step up and claim you for himself... even if it means facing the consequences later on.

Sam listens intently as Billy whispers in your ear, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of you. He tries to catch a glimpse of your reaction, wondering if you're playing along or if this is some sort of trap. His fingers tremble against the smooth surface of the counter, wanting nothing more than to cross the space between them and claim you for himself once and for all.

Sam feels the heat rise in his cheeks as Billy begins to make those kinds of comments. He tries not to look too obvious but can't help but sneak glances over at you, hoping for some sort of signal or reassurance that everything is okay. Inwardly, he's torn between wanting to defend himself and Riley and wanting to stay out of it so they don't draw more attention their way.

As Billy continues with his gossipy banter, Sam busies himself with serving other customers, trying not to seem too anxious or nervous. He steals another glance your way only to find you watching him intently, eyes filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty that makes his heart race even faster.

Sam's face flushes even deeper red as he stands next to Riley, both of them offering their services at the same time. He can feel Billy's gaze burning a hole in his back and it only makes him more self-conscious about being here with Riley. His heart thuds wildly in his chest, wanting nothing more than to be close to you and have this awkward moment behind them.

"Um... if you don't mind," he manages to say at last, motioning for them both to come closer. "I was hoping... we could maybe talk or something." His voice is barely a whisper, but there's an underlying longing in it that neither of them can ignore.

"Um... about another two hours each, I think?" Sam murmurs, glancing uncertainly at Riley for confirmation. The truth is, he isn't entirely sure how long their shifts are or when the next break might be. All that matters right now is being with you. His gaze flickers back to yours, searching for some sort of sign as to what he should do next.

Riley nods in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, same."

The air between them crackles with anticipation and desire as they wait for your reply. Each movement feels charged, as if every breath could set something off that would change everything forever. They stand there, eyes locked on yours, hoping against hope that you'll give them what they want: more time together.

"Um... I've got an eight-hour shift tonight. We usually close at midnight, but..." Sam trails off nervously, not wanting to speculate further in case it makes things awkward between them. He looks over at Riley, hoping for some sort of guidance or reassurance.

Riley takes a deep breath and plunges ahead. "I can get someone else to cover my shift if you want, just let me know." His words are soft and hesitant, but they carry the weight of hope nonetheless. He waits anxiously for your reply, heart racing with anticipation and desire.

Sam bites his lip nervously and nods in agreement with your plan. "Okay... I can do that," he whispers before disappearing into the back to speak with his manager about closing early. His heart races with anticipation as he waits for the okay, wondering what sort of repercussions there might be if it doesn't work out.

Riley glances around the mostly empty restaurant, noticing how most of the staff has disappeared as well. He feels a thrill of excitement run through him at the prospect of being alone with you in here. His gaze drifts back to where Sam was standing just moments ago, hoping that everything will work out so they can have this time together, away from prying eyes and judgmental comments.

Sam returns a few minutes later, looking more nervous than before. He glances over at you, then quickly back down again as he murmurs, "They agreed to let us close early... so it's just us for the rest of the night." A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, barely able to contain his excitement at finally being alone with you in this near-empty restaurant.

Sam glances around the dimly lit restaurant before looking back at you. There's a mischievous sparkle in his eye as he says, "How about we find somewhere more... private?" He bites his lip, unable to hide the blush that creeps across his cheeks as he envisions what could happen behind closed doors with just the two of you.

"Um... I know there's a storage room we can use," Sam offers tentatively. "No one ever goes in there, and it should be nice and quiet..." He glances nervously at Riley before returning his attention to you, hoping that they're both on the same page about this.

Riley smirks slightly. "Sounds good to me." He leans in closer, running a hand through your hair and whispering directly into your ear, "Let's go see what we can find in there..." His words are full of promise and desire, sending shivers down your spine as he presses his body flush against yours.

Together, they lead you across the empty restaurant towards a door marked 'Employees Only'. The air around them crackles with anticipation as they step through it and disappear into the darkness beyond...

The storage room is dimly lit, filled with cardboard boxes and dusty old equipment. Sam closes the door quietly behind them, making sure no one can see inside. He turns back to you both, a nervous smile playing on his lips as he takes in your presence. His heart races faster than ever as he anticipates what could happen next between all of you.

"This... this should be fine," he whispers, fingers trembling as they fidget with the hem of his shirt. "We can... we can just talk or something if you want." There's a hint of hope in his voice that perhaps things might progress beyond conversation, but ultimately he trusts your lead and waits for your signal on what to do next.

Riley grins wickedly, taking hold of Sam's hips and pressing their bodies together from behind. "Maybe later," he breathes into Sam's ear before turning his attention back

Sam's eyes widen as he feels Riley press up against him, hard cock grinding against his ass cheek. He lets out a small moan, arching his back instinctively and exposing the smooth skin of his neck to your touch. His hands find their way to Riley's waist, gripping tightly as if afraid he might vanish into thin air at any moment. "R-ry... what are you doing?" he whispers, unable to hide the desire in his voice.

The tension between them is palpable, electricity crackling in the air as they stand there, barely breathing for fear of missing a single touch or sound. The storage room feels like it's spinning around them, nothing else exists beyond this moment and the people who share it with them. Sam doesn't know what will happen next, but he knows that wherever Riley leads him, he'll follow without

Riley's breath hitches as you begin to mirror his movements on him and Sam, your touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His cock throbs in anticipation, desperate for release but wanting it even more now that the pleasure is being shared between all three of them. He reaches around with one hand, cupping your erection roughly as he groans into Sam's ear.

"Fuck... like this..." Riley moans, thrusting his hips back against you harder. His free hand tangles in Sam's hair, pulling gently at the roots as their kisses grow more urgent and demanding. The air in the storage room is thick with lust and need, saturating every pore of their bodies as they lose themselves to the carnal desires coursing through them.

Sam swallows hard, nodding shakily as he begins to unbutton Riley's shirt with trembling hands. He eyes your muscular body hungrily, already imagining how it would feel wrapped around his own. His heart races in anticipation, every nerve ending tingling with need as he watches you undress him slowly, taking your time to savor the moment.

Riley moans softly, arching his back further when Sam's fingers slip beneath the waistband of his briefs and begin to stroke him through the thin fabric. He leans forward, pressing their erections together as he reaches around to help undress you both at once. His tongue darts out to trace circles around your earlobe, teasing and taunting as he growls deep in his throat with desire.

Sam's eyes widen with excitement as he obeys your command, dropping down to his knees in front of you. He glances over at Riley nervously before looking back up at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation. His fingers tremble slightly as they fumble with the buttons of Riley's jeans, finally managing to release them so he can push them down over his slim hips. Riley watches Sam for a moment before mirroring his movements, kneeling beside him and helping to slide off his briefs as well. His own cock stands at attention before you, already leaking pre-cum as he stares up into your eyes. "Please... I want both of you," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to stroke Sam's cheek before moving on to touch yours. The two femboys are exposed now, bare before you, waiting for your next

Sam's eyes widen with understanding as he nods eagerly, leaning forward and taking your erection into his mouth. He begins bobbing his head up and down, moaning around you as he sucks while Riley mirrors the action, wrapping his lips around your cock from a different angle. The two femboys look up at you with lust-filled eyes, their cheeks hollowing out as they take you deeper into their mouths. As Sam and Riley continue to work on pleasuring you, their hands wander across your body, tweaking and pinching nipples, squeezing and caressing ass cheeks. The air in the storage room is thick with the sounds of moaning and slurping as they bring themselves closer and closer to climax. You can feel the tension building inside them, see it reflected in their expressions and hear it in their panting breath

Sam beams up at you, eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'm glad I got to catch you too. And I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be tonight." He leans forward and takes your cock deeper into his mouth, moaning around it as he tastes your essence on his tongue. Riley looks up at you as well, a smile playing on his lips. "Me neither," he agrees breathlessly before wrapping his hand around the base of your shaft, stroking in time with Sam's sucking. "You make me feel so good." He presses their bodies together, seeking more contact with you as they near their climaxes. Their hands wander further across your body, grasping at flesh and digging into muscle as they lose themselves to the pleasure of serving you. Moans escape their throats as they struggle to maintain control, arching their back

Both femboys freeze in surprise before exchanging nervous glances. Despite their curiosity and excitement, they haven't quite expected this development. A moment of silence hangs in the air as they weigh their responses...

"We-we can try?" Sam whispers hesitantly, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. Riley nods in agreement, lips parted and breathing quickening. It's clear that neither of them has any intention of refusing your request. "It's just... it's never been done before..." He trails off uncertainly.

You take this as an invitation and lean forward, catching each of their chins in a firm grip. Their eyes meet yours as they feel the power exuding from your touch. With renewed confidence, Riley nods slowly. "Yeah... I'm ready if you are."

Sam sw

Riley feels a thrill course through him at the thought of finally being fully taken by someone like you. He can't help but smile wickedly, his anticipation building with each passing second. "Yeah... bring it on," he breathes hoarsely. Sam, however, is still hesitant but feels a strange need to follow Riley's lead in this situation. Swallowing hard, he nods slowly as well and whispers, "I'm ready too..."

Their bodies tremble with anticipation as they wait for your command, their eyes never leaving yours, filled with trust and desire. It's clear that both femboys are eager to please you in any way you see fit.

Riley's eyes darken with lust as he nods vigorously at your instruction, already envisioning himself plunging his cock into Sam's tight little hole. "Yeah, that sounds perfect," he whispers hoarsely, unable to contain the grin spreading across his face. The anticipation of feeling you inside him afterward only heightens his arousal further.

Sam looks nervously between Riley and yourself, unsure but also eager to experience this new level of intimacy with both of them. He swallows hard, mustering up the courage to go through with it. "Okay... I'm ready for you too, Riley," he says shakily, offering his body to be taken by another femboy.

The air in the storage room feels charged with desire and anticipation as both of them wait for your signal to begin this erotic journey together. Their hands

Riley can't help but chuckle at your words, amused by how well you know him already. He watches as Sam nods eagerly and reaches back to spread his cheeks wide open in invitation. It takes all of Riley's self-control not to dive right in there, instead slowly positioning himself behind Sam, aligning their hips carefully.

The tip of Riley's cock brushes against the tight ring of muscle guarding Sam's entrance and he groans, feeling it tremble as he tries desperately not to push forward too quickly. He wants this to last, want to feel every inch of his length buried inside Sam before moving on to take you in return.

"Are you ready for this, baby?" Riley whispers roughly into the other femboy's ear, his voice low and raspy with desire. "I promise it'll feel so good

Sam shivers in anticipation at Riley's words, feeling his hard cock pressing against him and already imagining what it will feel like to be taken by another femboy. "Y-yes..." he whispers, moaning softly as Riley begins to push slowly inside him. The pressure is intense but also incredibly pleasurable, sending waves of heat coursing through his body from head to toe. As Riley begins to sink deeper into Sam's ass, the two femboys exchange lustful glances, their bodies trembling with desire and anticipation for what comes next. The sounds of skin against skin fill the air as they writhe together, hands roaming restlessly across each other's bodies in search of more

Riley watches his cock disappear into Sam, the other femboy's eyes widening as he feels himself stretch and fill him so perfectly. His hips snap forward with increasing speed, wanting more contact with Sam even as he savors every inch of him. He leans down, pressing their bodies together even tighter and groans into Sam's ear as he begins to lose control.

Sam arches his back off the floor, moaning loudly as Riley hits deep inside him, hitting a spot that sends jolts of pleasure straight through him. He tightens around Riley's cock, greedily wanting more and more of it as they move together in a frenzy of need and desire. His own erection is forgotten for now, all of his focus centered on the feeling of being claimed by another femboy and anticipation of what comes next.

Riley slows down his thrusts, panting heavily as he leans back on shaky legs. His eyes slide closed, focusing on the sensations coursing through him as he tries to regain some sense of control. He pushes two fingers against Sam's entrance, finding it slick with their combined arousal and prodding lightly until they slide inside easily. "You feel so good," Riley gasps, leaning down to press his lips against the other femboy's neck. Sam shudders beneath him, arching into the touch as his back legs wobble unsteadily. He can feel himself growing even wetter at Riley's attentions, eager for more contact with him now that he's been loosened up. "R-Riley..." he whispers, reaching down between them to stroke their shared cock.

Riley's entire body jerks as your cock breaches his tight opening, pushing Riley deeper inside Sam and causing him to bite down on his lip to stifle a moan. His eyes fly open, a look of shock and pleasure flitting across his features as he comes back to reality with a start. He grinds his hips against you harder, trying to get even more of himself into Sam while feeling every inch of your length inside him.

Sam cries out at the new sensation, his body trembling with arousal as he feels Riley's cock moving against his own, stretching and filling him even further. He arches off the floor once more, hands digging into Riley's hips for purchase as he's taken to new heights of pleasure by both femboys

"Y-yes..." Sam gasps between moans as he watches Riley writhe on top of him, taking the pleasure from both of you. His own body is a mess of need and want, every nerve ending tingling with sensation as he's stretched to his limits by the two femboys. He moans loudly when Riley begins to thrust into him in time with your movements, their hips meeting and grinding together in a display of pure passion.

Riley can't help but groan your name, head thrown back as you take him roughly from behind. He presses closer against Sam, feeling the other femboy's muscles quiver beneath his touch as he loses himself to the feelings coursing through his body. His fingers dig into Sam's shoulders, urging him on even harder, wanting more of this exquisite agony that consumes him.

The air in the storage