Finding a Job, In This Economy? pts. 3 and 4

 The clouds that formed overhead on your way to work finally begin to unleash their downpour just as you step out of your car, forcing you to run awkwardly to the front of the ClamCorp building to avoid getting soaked. Sprinting between lamp posts and other cars, you manage to make it through the door without anything getting too wet, shaking yourself off in the lobby.

"Oh, good morning! Have you met our newest hire?" 

The woman at the front desk greets you cheerfully, waving you over to her.

"Uh, good morning. No, who's the new person?" you reply, brushing your hair back into place with your hand.

"They're in charge of security! Very cute, I hope they do rounds on the ground floor." she swoons, fanning herself with a folded piece of paper. 

Leaving her to her own imagination, you walk over to the elevator and hit your floor, letting it carry you up to the top. Passing by your colleagues, you casually wave hello on your way to Kyou's office, noticing a figure standing in front of your desk as you slip through the cracked open door and closing it behind you.

"Good morning, intern! I want you to meet our new head of security, Kyousuke. There's not much for you to do right now, so why don't you show him around the building?" Kyou smiles, patting Kyousuke on the shoulder. You're not sure what a head of security is supposed to look like, but nothing's quite usual here, anyway. If you didn't already know what his job was, you'd guess he was an idol singer, with his cute white cropped top exposing his midriff and thigh high socks. Pink hair swirls in front of his face as he seems to glare at you, and his miniature hat stays fixed to his head by some unseen force. 

"Sure, boss. We can get started whenever you're ready, it's nice to meet you." you reply, extending your hand towards Kyousuke. Instead of shaking it, he glances down briefly, then brushes past you, letting his black gloved hand drag against your thigh. 

Following Kyousuke out the door, you see him already wandering down main floor beside the cubicles, his short ponytail waving as he looks around the room. You do your best not to stare at his ass as he walks, but the tight black shorts he's wearing make it difficult to look anywhere else. 

"Well? Are you coming, or are you just going to stare at me all day?" he asks in a soft, but stern, voice. You hurry to catch up, looking straight ahead and walking with Kyousuke as he inspects everything. You do your best to inform him of the different rooms and clearances, letting him poke around as he pleases. The two of you make your way down one floor at a time, Kyousuke silently taking it all in as you ramble about the building and try not to ogle at his exposed skin.

Eventually, you end up on the ground floor, winding through the server rooms between rows of humming computer fans. You reach the end of the hall when suddenly Kyousuke pushes your back to the wall and smacks his hand beside your head.

"So why do you keep looking at me, huh? Are you gay? Do you want to kiss me or something?" he whispers, pulling your tie.

"Ah, no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." you squirm, pinned to the wall and trying to avoid eye contact. 

"You sure about that? Not even if I lean in close, like this?" Kyousuke murmurs, pulling you down to his level by your tie and moving closer, lips parting. Your heart starts to beat faster, his breath landing on your cheek as he drags you closer, your lips an inch from his. His pink eyes bore into yours, and before you realize what you're doing, you push your head forward and kiss Kyousuke slowly.

"Ha! I knew it." he smirks, pushing himself away with his hand on your chest, "You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"N-no, of course not!" you stutter, biting your lip nervously. You don't want to get caught up in any more interoffice drama, but you can't deny your attraction to Kyousuke. It's hard not to notice his shapely thighs and the outline of his junk through the shiny black hot pants, your eyes seem to be instinctively drawn to them. 

"Come on, just admit it. I might even let you." Kyousuke smiles, rubbing your chest slowly with the palm of his hand. You can feel his fingers pull at your shirt lightly, undoing the buttons one by one and slipping his thigh between your legs.

"I mean, I do think you're cute... but I don't think we should do anything. You're the head of security and I'm pretty sure you're related to my boss..." you squirm anxiously, trying to flatten yourself against the wall.

"I don't believe you for some reason, might be because of this..." he teases, running the tip of his finger along your bottom lip as his thigh starts to rub against the unfortunate erection in your pants. Kyousuke's finger pushes past your lips and into your mouth while he massages between your legs with his free hand, cupping and squeezing your balls until your knees start to buckle. 

Following you to the ground Kyousuke kneels beside you and rubs you slowly through the fabric, watching as you melt underneath his touch, His fingers curl around the bulge in your trousers, squeezing firmly and running his thumb over the tip.

"If you're not gay, you'd stop me from taking off your pants, right?" Kyousuke whispers, his palm rubbing harder along your contained erection before moving to undo your belt. You know it's probably a bad idea to let it go any further, but you're too turned on to resist. You bite your lip and watch Kyousuke unbutton your pants and slide the zipper down, creeping one hand beneath the waistband of your boxers teasingly. His fingers slowly wrap around your cock as he scoots closer, nibbling on your neck while stroking you.

"You like having another guy touching your dick, huh? Feels good having me rub you?" Kyousuke murmurs, jacking you off inside your undershorts. His hand continues to work your length slowly, and you gradually grow to full mast between his fingers, poking through the hole in the front of your boxers. Removing his hand from your waistband, Kyousuke slips you through front of your shorts and admires your cock.

"For someone who supposedly isn't gay, you got real hard for me." he smirks, barely touching you with his fingers, "I'll help you take care of this if you just admit it..."

The sight of Kyousuke's gloved hand wrapped around your dick has you near hyperventilating, but you manage to shake sense back into yourself just before you break completely.

"N-no, we really should get back." you stammer, pulling his hand off and stuffing yourself awkwardly back into your pants. Part of you wishes you could just give in, but it's probably best if you don't let yourself get swept away by every pretty boy that comes onto you. Kyousuke watches you with an amused look on his face as you shuffle off back into the hallway, glancing at the very noticeable cock imprint in your trousers. 

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you again soon." he chuckles, following you out and giving you a slap on the rear before heading back to his own work.

Making your way up to Kyou's office, you take a seat at your desk and try to focus on your work, time dragging slowly as the image of Kyousuke's fingers touching you remain in your mind. Thankfully, Kyou seems to actually be busy and out of the office for once, you're sure he'd have no end of fun teasing you in your current state. Taking a few calls, you manage to schedule out Kyou's meetings with minimal issues, and eventually the work day comes to an end, 

Sitting back in your chair, you look outside the window to see if the rain has stopped outside. It seems like it's died down, thankfully, and you start gathering your things to head home. With no work to do over the weekend, you're left wondering what to actually do to relax. You've gotten a few flyers about a new spa opening up nearby, but you're too nervous to go alone. Then again, you could use some stress relief after today...

Making up your mind, you resolve to visit the spa tomorrow. Probably. Maybe. If you have the time. Right now, you just want to get home and try to get Kyousuke's teasing out of your head.

It's a brand new Saturday morning, and having nothing on the agenda means you can take your time getting out of bed. You lie in bed until your stomach forces you to get up, and you roll out of bed to start your morning routine. 

Going through the usual rituals, your thoughts gradually turn to your time spent at ClamCorp, and how you keep managing to end up being the focus of someone's attention. First it was your boss, now Kyousuke, and who knows how many others might try to follow suit if they found out. Thankfully your reputation is still intact, as far as you know, but if this continues then it's only a matter of time before word spreads. 

With only a few minutes before the spa opens, you finish getting ready and throw on some sweats, patting your pockets to check your belongings before heading out the door. A quiet drive across town helps clear your head a bit, and before you know it you're pulling into a parking spot in front of the building. You don't know what time spas tend to get busy, but there are only a few other vehicles in the lot with you, so you take that as a good sign.

"Good morning! How can I help you today?" 

A cheerful girl at the front desk greets you as you walk through the door, handing you a pamphlet once you make your way to the desk.

"Good morning, I'm not sure." you reply, looking through the paper briefly, "I'm new here, so I don't really know what you offer."

"Oh, welcome! We have a number of services available, either individually or as a package. Massage, steam room, hot tub, mud baths, facials, and so on. It's all listed in the handout, so feel free to give it a look and let me know what you're looking for!"

Reading through the options, you settle on the steam room and massage combination since the two services together offer a discount. 

"Very good, here, let's get your payment all taken care of and then you can head to the locker room behind me. You'll find clean towels in there, as well as robes, please let me know if there's anything else you need!"

Clacking briefly on the keyboard once you hand her your credit card, the girl beckons to the doors behind the counter and gives you another smile. You're not sure how she's so energetic this early in the morning, but her enthusiasm is rubbing off on you. Thanking her, you stuff your wallet back in your pocket and walk around the counter to the locker room, wandering through the faint chlorine scented room until you find a locker in the corner.

Placing your belongings inside the small locker, you grab a folded towel and begin to undress, looking around to see if anyone else is around before you drop your pants. You wrap the towel around yourself immediately as your clothes fall to the floor, and stuff your attire in with your wallet, keys and phone. A row of sandals sit neatly on a rack by the door for guests, and you slip on a pair before leaving to find the steam room. Even with all the hallways marked, it still takes you a minute to figure out where you're going, but you eventually find what you're looking for and grip the door handle firmly before giving it a tug. The door feels heavier than you expected, and you really have to put some effort into it before the door finally slips open, a wave of steam rolling out into the hallway as you push through the crack.

It's hard to see through the heavy fog once you step inside, but you manage to follow the wall to the benches, taking a seat in an empty space and sitting back. You're not sure if you're supposed to actually do anything once you're in here, but you end up just closing your eyes and letting the heat relax you. 

You lose track of time as you sit in the steam room, barely noticing when the door opens and someone takes a seat beside you. 

"Well, well, fancy seeing you here." a familiar voice giggles, echoing throughout the room. Opening your eyes, you try to focus on the mysterious figure, their figure eventually coming into view through the mist.

"Look at you, naked and dripping wet." Kyousuke laughs, leaning in and tracing a finger down your chest, "You know these steam rooms are for gay men, right?"

"I'm not gay!" you protest, pulling back and covering yourself with your arms. All you wanted was a day of relaxation, but it seems you might end up more stressed than usual.

"Yeah? Then what are you doing in a gay bath house?" he teases, standing up in front of you. You didn't notice before when he was sitting next to you, but now that you can see the rest of him, you notice that he's completely nude and completely erect.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Kyousuke whispers, stepping forward, "Or maybe you want a closer look."

Pursing your lips, you shake your head and sit as far back as you can on the bench, your back hitting the porcelain tiled wall.

"I can't! It wouldn't be right, you're like my second boss!" you cry out, "Also, I'm not gay!"

"Oh, come on. How many times are you going to say that while you're hard as a rock?" 

Kyousuke's hand glides up your inner thigh beneath your towel as he chastises you, fingers wrapping around your length and giving you a slow tug. You know you can't keep pushing him off forever, your willpower is disappearing with every stroke of his hand on your cock, but you also don't want to prove him right.

"A-as many times as I have to!" you groan, clearly not doing a good job of convincing him. 

"How about you keep telling that to yourself while I suck your dick." Kyousuke chuckles, pulling your towel off and kneeling in front of you. Your twitching cock stands straight up in front of Kyousuke's face, betraying your arousal to the pretty security chief before it disappears inside his mouth.

You're hit with a wave of deja vu as Kyousuke swirls his tongue around your head, his hands pulling your legs apart and sliding up your thighs. Even in a room radiating heat, you can feel your cock almost burning inside Kyousuke's mouth as he sucks slowly, lips gliding along your shaft. You're unsure what to do with your hands, and you keep them on either side of you, just resting on the bench and clutching at nothing as Kyousuke's mouth slurps eagerly.

Still lost in the sensation of Kyousuke's oral efforts, you find yourself making eye contact with the pink haired boy, his bright pupils staring up at you while he bobs his head steadily.

"Like what you see?" he smiles, pulling off and planting a slow kiss on the head of your cock. You don't want to admit it, but the spurt of pre erupting from your tip does it for you, dripping down your length before Kyousuke catches it on his tongue.

"Mmm, for someone who supposedly isn't gay, you're leaking a lot of precum here..." he whispers, stroking you gently and licking under the head. 

"It- it's just a natural reaction..." you moan, chewing on your lip. You know you won't be able to hold on forever, and Kyousuke's lips are quickly bringing you to the edge. Kissing and licking along the underside of your length, he drags his tongue back up before closing his lips over the tip and pushing his mouth down. With his lips touching your waist, you can feel his throat closing around you and massaging your cock, forcing a moan from your mouth.

"Fuck, Kyousuke..." you gasp, his tongue wriggling along the underside as he wraps his arms around your waist. Holding you in place, he shifts himself back and forth along your cock, the tip slipping in and out of his throat as he moves. You can feel the friction around your head building, and it isn't long until you're moaning his name while your balls jump in your sack. 

Kyousuke's lips tighten around the base of your shaft as you run your fingers through his hair, sucking the cum right out of you and swallowing it as soon as it leaves your cock. You can feel the suction intensify with every spurt, and soon you're hunched over, gasping as he drains you to the last drop. As you struggle to catch your breath, the nerves in your lower body light up while Kyousuke buries his face in your crotch, your legs turning numb from the unending vacuum and falling limp beside his shoulders.

Pulling your hands gently from his head, Kyousuke draws back until you fall from his lips, deflated after giving him all you had stored inside your balls.

"There, how was that?" he laughs softly, turning you in the midst of your post orgasm daze and pushing you flat on the bench. 

"Amazing..." you sigh, watching him straddle your waist and bring his face close, your lips parting instinctively. Still numb from his intense blowjob, you wrap your arms around his neck and back as he rests his hands on your chest, kissing him like you would any girl. You can feel his lips curl into a smug smile while he returns your kiss, but you're too preoccupied with riding your high. 

Running his hands up to your shoulders, Kyousuke grips you tight as he kisses you more intensely, his tongue pushing past your lips and wrestling with your own. You can taste something strange and salty coating your taste buds, liquid falling from his mouth into yours, and you realize you're tasting your own cum as the fog finally starts to fade from your brain. 

"Don't move..." Kyousuke whispers, breaking the kiss and holding his face above yours. His hand snakes its way up your neck to pull your mouth open by your bottom lip, his tongue extended with a trail of saliva hanging from the tip. Gradually, the string of clear bubbly liquid grows longer and wider, before finally snapping and dropping past your lips, Kyousuke pushing your mouth closed and kissing you while rubbing your throat.

Your eyes flutter and close partially as you swallow Kyousuke's gift, returning his kiss weakly and trying not to think about the things he's doing to you. For all your protests of not being gay, you've let him give you a blowjob and then immediately after, drool into your mouth. Even his kisses feel nice, the hand massaging your throat now sliding down to your chest and squeezing.

"You're pretty gay, for a straight man." Kyousuke whispers, dragging his lips to your neck and sinking his teeth in lightly. You can feel his erection rubbing against your midriff as he toys with you, and you've lost the ability and energy to argue. 

"Maybe I'm coming around..." you mumble, running your hand down his back and cupping his ass cheek.

"Mmm... Gay." he concludes, sucking at the base of your neck. You gasp at the slight pain of his mouth bruising your skin, but clutch at his body anyway, encouraging him to leave his mark on you. After a minute of intense sucking, Kyousuke pulls free to admire the area and runs a finger along it.

"We should probably get going soon, I don't think we're supposed to stay in here too long." you sigh, trying to ignore Kyousuke's ass rubbing against your rapidly growing length.

"We could... Or you could fuck me." Kyousuke replies curtly, reaching back and stroking you to full mast, "I think we both know what you're going to choose."

Even though your brain is telling you to leave the sauna, the familiar fog starts to creep back into your brain as Kyousuke touches you, his fingers gliding along your length and rubbing the head.

"Here, I'll even make it easier for you." he smirks, standing up and placing your towel neatly on the bench, then standing beside it, "All you have to do is grab your towel, and we can go. But if you can't..."

Kyousuke's voice trails off as he leans down, reaching for a small bottle beneath the bench and placing it on the small of his back, remaining bent over in front of you. Unable or unwilling to leave, your eyes remain fixed on Kyousuke's exposed hole, his perfect ass slowly swaying and rolling the small bottle around on his backside. Some unseen force seems to pull you in immediately, and before you know it you're holding him by the hips, your cock resting between his cheeks. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought, homo." Kyousuke teases, grinding back against you. You barely hear him as you take the bottle of what looks like massage oil, popping the top and pouring it all over your cock and his backside. Rubbing yourself slowly against his ass, you make sure to cover every inch of yourself with lube before pulling back to line yourself up with his pink hole.

"Are you sure you want to do this? This means you really are gaAA-!" 

Kyousuke's mocking catches in his throat as you drive your hips forward, punching his button but not quite breaking through. You can see his hands curl into fists as you continue to push into him, quiet gasps replacing his usual teasing. Some part of you relishes in seeing him finally subdued, but the only thing that matters to you now is burying yourself inside and filling him with another load. 

Placing one hand on his shoulder, you hold Kyousuke firmly in place as you keep constant pressure on his hole, feeling it slowly begin to stretch open and accept you. Hushed groans echo throughout the steam room as you continue to work him, rubbing and prodding until it eventually gives way and you bury half your length inside, his ring clenching desperately. 

"Y-you like having sex with another guy, homo?" Kyousuke pants, letting out a high pitched moan as you draw your hips back and push deeper. You don't even notice his comments anymore, focused as you are on the impossibly warm and tight hole squeezing your cock. Gripping Kyousuke tighter at the waist, you part your legs a bit wider to ready yourself, giving him a smack on the cheek before driving in balls deep.

"What do you think you're doooo-oohhh..." your head of security moans, tensing and releasing around you as you begin to hammer him, the slap of your hips against his ass ringing out. Grabbing his short ponytail, you pull his head back and listen to him try to form sentences, each one cut off by your cock slamming into his guts. He eventually stops trying to speak, his fingernails digging into the wooden bench as you begin to fuck him properly, your mind fully fogged over by the warmth of his hole around your length. 

All you can think about is your own release, pulling Kyousuke back against you as your hips plow forward, and you're rewarded with another bout of frantic tensing from the feminine boy. You're unsure if he's getting off or not, but it's not something you're immediately concerned with, and judging by his constant clenching, he's probably enjoying it anyway. 

A wave of heat flows throughout your body, starting from your waist, and you find yourself hunched over Kyousuke's bent over form, arms wrapping around his slim body. Buried inside him completely, you run one hand up to his chest, brushing against his nipple with your thumb, your other hand sliding between his legs, fingers curling around his dripping cock. Giving shallow thrusts, you feel his shaft jump in your hands as you fuck him, clear liquid falling freely from the head.

"S-stop feeling me up, homo..." Kyousuke stammers, legs shaking against yours. His dripping pre forms a thin silver bridge between the floor and his cock as he continues to leak, your length continuing to bump against his prostate. The contractions around your cock threaten to send you over the edge at any moment, and your hips start to shudder as your inevitable orgasm builds. 

Clutching Kyousuke tight, you jackhammer into him rapidly, a series of confused and shocked moans falling from his lips. You bury yourself completely each time, your own insides tensing and churning as cum begins to rocket up your shaft, finally erupting inside his bowels and painting them milky white. The two of you groan from the sensation, Kyousuke's hole squeezing you still and milking every drop, his own cock leaking drops of cloudy liquid onto the tiles.

"You just came inside a guy..." Kyousuke mumbles, the two of you sinking to your hands and knees, "You're so gay..."

Giving him a couple strokes, you feel Kyousuke cum weakly around your cock, his hole struggling to bear down on you. You don't feel like stopping just yet, the slight jabs of your hips keeping your length at full mast inside the cute security chief. Even if he does berate you, you kind of enjoy it. Especially if it leads to him throwing himself at you, that part's not so bad. 

Pushing Kyousuke to the floor, you roll the two of you to the side, hooking your arm under his leg and pulling it up. You can see his partial erection still leaking from his earlier orgasm, and you wonder if you can get him to squirt again without using your hand this time. 

"Yeah, so what if I like you..." you whisper, burying your face in the crook of his neck and driving your hips into his. Kyousuke's panting gets louder as you kiss his neck, sweat rolling down his skin and catching on your tongue. Throwing his arm around you, he begins to rock his hips back, meeting your thrusts and clenching around you once more. You do your best to hold on, but Kyousuke's motions on your already sensitive cock pull a second load from your balls faster than you'd like. 

Moaning into Kyousuke's neck, your whole body trembles as you apply another coating of seed inside him, the both of you collapsing flat on the floor after your contribution. The two of you stare up at the ceiling, a tangled mess of limbs and cum, trying to catch your breath after your completely straight encounter. Gradually, you manage to fight your way upright and take a seat on the bench, Kyousuke following shortly after and sitting beside you.

"Yeah, I'm still straight." you nod, teasing Kyousuke, "If I'm the one topping, that means I'm straight."

Watching his face twist into a mask of disgust and confusion, you let out a laugh, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, pulling him close and running your fingers through his hair. After fighting your embrace for a moment, he rests his hand on your cheek and returns the kiss, biting your lip lightly before pulling away.

"I think you're just begging to get topped..." he whispers, staring into your eyes and worming his thumb past your lips. Unable to look away, you gaze into his bright pink eyes and begin to suck on his thumb, giving a slow nod.

"Gay..."

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"What are you thinking about, intern?"

Kyou's voice breaks you out of your daydream, your head snapping up from your desk to face your boss. 

"Oh, uh, nothing boss!" you stammer, arranging the papers in front of you nervously.

"Nothing, huh? Not with that goofy look on your face." Kyou teases, brushing his fingers across your cheek, "Got someone on your mind, don't you?"

Shaking your head briefly, you catch Kyou's thumb on your bottom lip and feel it push into your mouth, pressing against your tongue.

"Why don't you be a good boy and just tell me? You know I'll get it from you one way or the other."

Rolling your tongue against his finger, you close your lips around it and bite lightly, watching a small bulge begin to form in his skirt. You probably crossed the point of no return with this, but it was most likely inevitable.

"I can't say who, but it's a boy. I've never liked another guy before, so I've been thinking a lot about what to do about it." you reply, talking awkwardly around Kyou's thumb.

"Oh my, look at you! Does he like you back?" Kyou asks, removing his digit from your mouth and wiping it clean on your shirt.

"I don't know, I was going to ask him on a date or something. Maybe then I'll find out."

"I think you should go for it! Young love is so exciting, chase your feelings." Kyou exclaims, encouraging you, "But maybe you should get some practice before starting something new."

"What kind of practice?" you ask, uneasy.

Kyou doesn't answer you, taking you by the hand and dragging you from your desk into his office. Locking the door behind him, he turns to face you, the bulge in his skirt growing larger by the second.

"You need to be able to satisfy your partner, after all. So I figure I can give you a lesson or two." Kyou smirks, pulling his panties to the side and letting his cock spring free. 

You watch Kyou's erection bob as he walks towards you, his hand traveling up your arm before pushing you gently to your knees, fingers running through your hair. Face to face with your boss's cock, you reflexively lick your lips and hear a faint chuckle from above before it's pushed against your cheek.

"Come on, intern. Think of it as your severance package. Except it's my package." Kyou giggles, rubbing the dripping head of his cock against your face, "I'm not going to actually fire you, of course. But you can't very well be sleeping with your boss while dating someone."

The tip of Kyou's length prods at your lips curiously, forcing them open and resting against your tongue as he pushes his hips forward. You can taste his pre as it drips slowly and coats your tongue, gradually mixing with your own saliva and filling your mouth, forcing you to swallow it. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you shut your eyes and close your lips around the shaft, trying to ignore the swelling in your own pants as you start to bob your head. You can hear Kyou moaning softly as you suck intently, the head of his cock bumping against the back of your throat occasionally. 

"Seems like such a shame to lose out on such a talented bottom..." Kyou sighs, brushing your hair and watching you service him, "Hold still for me, cutie."

Holding both hands on your head, Kyou spreads his legs a bit and takes a stance, thrusting gently into your mouth. You can feel him throbbing and dripping as your lips slide along his length, swelling further and pressing against the roof of your mouth as it attempts to stand straight up. Resting your hands on his thighs, you let Kyou use your mouth as he pleases, the head of his cock beginning to press against the back of your throat and making you gag.

"Relax, intern. Take a deep breath and let me in..." he whispers, applying pressure and holding your head in place. You do your best to obey, letting your jaw and throat relax, the bulbous head slowly stretching your throat as it makes itself at home. Opening your eyes halfway, you watch Kyou's soft pink bush approach, his shaft working itself deeper inch by inch until your nose is buried in your boss's pubes. The faint scent of perfume and sweat drift up you nose as you're mashed against his waist, but all you can do is drool and gurgle around the slab of meat currently occupying your throat.

Black spots begin to appear in front of your eyes as the air goes stale in your lungs and you pound weakly against Kyou's thighs, the grip on your head relaxing to let you pull yourself off and take a breath. Gasping for air, you watch Kyou's cock dripping saliva bob and twitch, the slit staring you in the face burping a large glob of pre. 

"Go on, intern. Lick it up, I know you're dying to." Kyou smiles, wiggling his hips and waving his shaft in front of you. Your own cock strains desperately in your trousers as you fight your instincts, but you know it's futile. Rubbing yourself through your pants, you quickly work yourself into a frenzy, openly panting with your tongue hanging out before diving back onto Kyou's dripping penis. 

Kyou begins to chuckle quietly as he watches you throw yourself onto his cock, your lips locked around the head and sucking furiously to drag out as much pre as you can. You can feel his fingers playing with your hair as you suck, but all that matters is the thick meat resting on your tongue.

"That's it, keep going..." Kyou moans, his legs shaking, "You're about to get your parting gift."

Wrapping two fingers around the base of his cock, you do everything you can to push your boss over the edge, stroking him quickly and swirling your tongue over the head, craving your own release but focusing on his. You can feel the cum rushing up his length as it swells between your fingers, giving you a moment's warning before you're gifted with a mouthful of salty clam juice. 

Kyou's hand pushes you firmly onto his cock as you swallow his seed, the second and third blasts coating the back of your throat. With no other option, you let every drop fall into your belly, sucking softly and working your hand to get every last drop. After a few more weak spurts, you feel Kyou's length start to deflate, leaving a couple drops of slime on your tongue before slipping out of your mouth.

"There you go, intern, enjoy it." Kyou smiles, "You'll make a great boyfriend if you keep that up."

Wiping your lips, you gulp down the remnants of Kyou's cum lingering on your tongue, standing up awkwardly and trying to hide the tent in your trousers.

"Thanks, boss, I think..." you reply, turning away and hunching over, pushing your erection down against your leg.

"What do you have there, hmm?" Kyou murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, cupping your crotch and rubbing slowly. Your muscles turn to jelly as soon as his fingers make contact, leaving you unable to break free from your boss's wandering hands and completely at his mercy.

"N-nothing, really. I should get going..." you gasp, hands falling to his desk to keep you from collapsing. 

"Nonsense, you can't go anywhere like this." Kyou laughs, unzipping your pants and fishing out your cock, fingers squeezing gently around the length as you pop free. Your heart pounds in your chest as Kyou strokes you slowly, tongue tracing behind your ear. 

"Just let it out for me, good boy..." he whispers, tongue worming into your ear, fingers tugging on your cock faster. You're reluctant to cum, your mind drifting to Kyousuke even now, but it's not like you're dating. Kyou doesn't give you much of a choice, though, his thumb rubbing against your sensitive head pulling you closer by the second.

"Good boy, intern... Good boy..." Kyou sighs, licking your ear and wrapping his thumb and forefinger at the base of your cock, "Just stay like that for me..."

Bent over and frozen in place, you barely endure Kyou's ministrations, the soft breath in your ear combined with his tongue invading has you dripping precum onto his desk. Wrapping his arm tighter around your midsection, Kyou tightens his grip and caresses your length with agonizingly slow strokes, milking you. A small puddle of clear liquid forms on the wooden surface as his hand works you, and all you can do is stand still, quivering while Kyou buries his tongue inside your ear.

"Are you getting close? I can feel you tensing..." 

Moving his free hand down your torso, Kyou begins to rub his palm over the pre covered head of your cock, sending shocks of lightning through your lower body. The friction of his hand rubbing against your sensitive tip, combined with his gradual stroking, has you whining for release, but your boss keeps you at the edge, pulling his hands away before you get too close.

"I think that's enough, don't you?" Kyou grins, kissing your cheek and stepping back. Unable to move or reply, you stand frozen against the desk, trembling desperately and on the cusp of orgasm, begging silently for his touch.

"Please..." you whisper, cock drooling a river of pre, "Please let me cum..."

"What was that?" Kyou replies, turning you around and brushing a finger against your length.

"Please, boss! I need you!" you beg, falling against him. Wrapping one arm around your neck, Kyou pulls you into a deep kiss and rests his free hand on your hip, his tongue swirling against yours. You can feel your face burning as it flushes red, your boss's embrace sending you over the edge without even touching your cock. The cum churning in your balls immediately rockets up your shaft, and you're left moaning into Kyou's mouth as you stain his skirt, ropes of white landing on the purple fabric and dripping to the floor. 

Watching you squirm with half lidded eyes, Kyou lets your ruined orgasm finish out before sliding his hand down from your hip to your twitching cock, giving a series of rapid strokes to force a second one. The shock of being milked consecutively makes your knees buckle, but Kyou leans you back against the desk, his lips muffling your cries of pleasure. Your eyes roll back in your head as Kyou drains your cock, your hips jerking involuntarily with every spurt of cum that erupts from your twitching length, and eventually you run out of fluid to stain the floor with, dry orgasms wracking your body as your boss continues to fondle you.

"That's it, that's a good boy..." Kyou whispers against your lips, "Doesn't that feel nice?"

Groaning incoherently in response, you clutch at the desk as Kyou's stroking begins to shift from amazing to uncomfortable, your extra sensitive cock falling limp in his fingers. You pray that your severance package is finally over now that you can't remain hard, but it might have been an empty hope as Kyou lowers you to the floor and kneels between your legs.

"We're just going to make sure you're properly compensated, can't leave anything behind..." Kyou laughs, wrapping two fingers around the base of your half hard cock and closing his soft lips over the head. 

"Wait, I can't... There's nothing left!" you gasp, groaning as Kyou begins to suck you back to full mast. His warm tongue circles the sensitive tip of your length, coaxing life back into your struggling cock and covering your skin with saliva. As your length begins to swell once more between his lips, you stare up at the ceiling and chew on your lip, trying not to scream out loud. Releasing the base of your cock with his hand, Kyou pushes his lips down until you're completely engulfed, tongue massaging the underside. 

Kyou lets you sit inside his mouth for a few moments, swallowing around the head and working the shaft with his tongue before pulling off, keeping the tip in his mouth and looking up at you. All you can do is watch the lights dance above you, collapsed on the floor, brain shattered from consecutive orgasms. You feel like there might be something else you should be doing, but nothing manages to connect in your head, Kyou's eager sucking keeping your mind scrambled. Bobbing his head with short, shallow motions, he glides his lips over your overly stimulated tip, catching your hips in his arms as they jerk upwards to deliver another few meager drops of milky white onto his tongue.

Holding you up, Kyou seems determined to suck the life out of you, darkness starting to encroach from the edge of your vision as your body hits its limit. With nothing left to give, your cock finally starts to deflate inside Kyou's mouth, despite his insistent suction. One final drop of clear liquid manages to escape from your slit, which Kyou immediately laps up, and everything turns black, your body falling limp in his arms.

You wake up some time later on the floor of your boss's office, pants still around your ankles. Looking over, you see Kyou at his desk, on the phone and typing something on his computer, completely oblivious to you. Nothing seems to be out of place, aside from your cock being exposed to the world, and you fight your way upright on shaky legs, pulling your pants up and making your way back to your own desk. Looking at the clock on the wall, you notice it's almost time to go home, not that you did anything productive, having been passed out in Kyou's office for most of the work day.

Cleaning yourself off as best you can, you shamble down to the first floor, legs still a bit weak from Kyou's efforts, and knock on the security office door.

"Come in." you hear from the other side, and you twist the doorknob weakly.

"Hey, um, hi Kyousuke..." you stammer, stepping inside and closing the door behind you, "Are you busy?"

"Not really, just making shift schedules for next week." he replies, glancing at you, "What do you need?"

"I was just wondering, if you're not doing anything tomorrow, maybe you'd want to do something together?" you mumble, shifting over to the far corner of the room.

Looking up from his computer, Kyousuke stands and walks in front of his desk, leaning against it.

"Are you asking a co-worker out on a date? You know that's against company policy." he smirks, watching you intently.

"No! I mean, I don't know. We can just hang out or whatever..." you stutter, trying to find the right words.

"And what did you have in mind?"

"Maybe we can go see a movie, and get food after..."

Walking forward, Kyousuke places a hand on your chest and looks up at you, his bright eyes drilling into yours.

"Are you asking me out to dinner and a movie?" he whispers, tracing a finger down your shirt.

"I- I guess. As friends! We're coworkers after all. And I'm straight, remember?" you manage to get out, Kyousuke grinning at your comment.

"Sure, I'd love to. Why don't I pick you up at seven tomorrow night?" he agrees.

You nod quickly, your mouth quickly becoming too dry to speak as Kyousuke keeps touching you. 

"Alright, I'll see you then. Wear something pretty for me." Kyousuke laughs, opening the door for you and watching you stumble back into the hall.

The next 16 hours pass in a haze, your body simply going through the motions of daily life and keeping you awake, staring at the ceiling as you panic over what to do about your date. You haven't gone out with anyone for a long while, and haven't been with a guy at all. In a romantic sense, anyway. 

Stepping out of the shower, you check the time and see you have about 30 minutes before Kyousuke comes by. After drying yourself off and rolling some deodorant under your arms, you toss the towel aside and shuffle into your bedroom, digging through your closet for an outfit. You're not entirely sure what to wear, you probably should have asked him a little more about his tastes. It's not like you have the body to pull off his outfits, not that they're your style, but maybe it's what he wants? The only things he's seen you in were your work clothes and your birthday suit. 

Pulling a pair of boxers up your legs, you try to decide on some clothes, pulling a few t-shirts and button downs off their hangers. Flipping back and forth between different combinations, you figure you'll go with old reliable, your gray V-neck and clay button down. Comfortable enough for most weather, and everyone seems to like it. Shimmying into a pair of jeans, you pull the t-shirt over your head and make your way back to the bathroom, taking a swab of product out of the can and messing it through your hair. You can hear your phone buzzing from the other room, and you waddle awkwardly back to grab it.

"Hello?" you answer, not looking at the number.

"Hey, are you ready? Movie's in twenty minutes." Kyousuke asks, honking his car horn and making you jump.

"Yeah, I'll be right out." you reply, hanging up. Scrambling to pull on your button down, you leave it undone as you throw on your shoes, running out the door.

Seeing a red Miata outside, you walk around to the passenger side and open the door, taking a deep breath before taking a seat next to Kyousuke.

"H-hi, it's nice seeing you again. You look great." you stammer, trying not to stare at Kyousuke's outfit. Under a black and pink jacket, he wears a white button down crop top, less frilly than his regular work shirt. His shorts, socks and boots still cover the same amount of skin as before, but they look a little more casual as opposed to his uniform. 

"Thanks, doll. You're looking pretty cute yourself." he replies, catching your chin with a finger and pulling you close, "We should probably get going if we want to make the previews."

Nodding silently, you let yourself get dragged by his finger until his lips press against yours, the taste of lip gloss coating your tongue as you kiss under the fading interior lights. The two of you make out like highschoolers for the better part of five minutes, his hand slowly rubbing your inner thigh, until you pull back, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his.

"I don't mind if we skip the movie..." you murmur, breathing becoming a bit labored. 

"Mmm... No, we should go. Hope you don't mind me driving stick, though." Kyousuke smiles, shifting the car into drive then resting his hand on your crotch.

Sinking into your seat, you listen to the radio and hum of the engine as Kyousuke drives you to the theater, his hand rubbing your pants and pretending to shift. You feel the tingle of arousal as your date fondles you, but your dick remains soft inside your jeans, apparently unable to rise to the occasion. 

"What's wrong, you nervous?" Kyousuke smirks, glancing over at you.

"Er, maybe. Something like that..." you mumble, biting your lip as he continues to rub you.

"Looks like the boss really did a number on you." he nods, squeezing lightly.

What did he just say? Does he know about you and Kyou? Squirming in your seat, you look away, trying to hide your burning cheeks. 

"I have cameras in every office, silly, I was watching you all day yesterday. Besides, me and the boss are practically twins. Or couldn't you tell?" he chuckles, patting your thigh.

"God, I'm so embarrassed..." you choke, hiding your face in your hands. You should have realized that he'd be able to see everything going on inside the building, how could you have been so stupid?

"Don't worry, I'm not mad or anything. Kyou and I pretty much share everything, so it's not a big deal. We even share part of our names."

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything..." 

"You're fine, really. Let's just have a nice night together." Kyousuke smiles, resting his hand on your cheek before turning back to focus on the road. 

The two of you sit and listen to the car radio for a few minutes longer before Kyousuke pulls into the giant parking lot of the theater, finding a spot near the entrance and parking. Stepping outside, the two of you walk up to the front together, your hand brushing against his occasionally until his fingers catch yours, intertwining.

"So, what are we watching?" you ask, squeezing his hand.

"Oh, I have no idea. I figured we could see what's playing and just pick something random." Kyousuke laughs, swinging your arm with his. Pushing through the front doors, you stand in the lobby and look at the movie board, deciding on some romcom. 

"You want any snacks?" you ask, walking up to the counter together.

"Nah, don't want to fill up before dinner. If you get hungry, I have something you can swallow." he teases, bumping his hip into yours.

The lights begin to dim as you walk down the hallways, passing by theater entrances and old movie posters until you reach your destination. Following Kyousuke around the corner and past the door, you notice that instead of the usual rows of fold out seats, there are couches scattered around the room facing the giant screen.

"Come on, let's take this one in the back." Kyousuke whispers, pulling you to a mostly secluded spot and plopping down on the black leather. Taking a seat next to him, you feel him slip an arm behind you and pull himself closer, his head resting against your chest.

"Are we still pretending this isn't a date, or are we going to make out during this movie?" he asks, rubbing your back.

"I don't think we were ever fooling anyone..." you murmur, throwing your arm over his shoulder, "You seem like you're being a lot nicer to me, for some reason."

"You're sweet, and fun to play with. I never thought you'd ask me out on a date after our little steam room encounter, so I'm trying to have a little less work attitude, you know? Can't tease you all the time."

"What if I like the teasing, though?" you reply, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You manage to catch Kyousuke's grin as he looks up at you just before the lights dim, and wonder if you're going to regret that remark, the movie's previews popping onto the screen. The two of you manage to sit through two entire trailers before Kyousuke leans up and places his hand on your cheek, pulling your face closer until his lips are planted firmly on yours. You're unsure if anyone else in the theater can see you, but you don't really care, Kyousuke's arms squeezing you tight as you kiss beneath the flashing lights. 

"Thanks for coming out with me..." you whisper under hushed breaths, biting Kyousuke's lip and pulling gently. 

"You're so cute when you're begging, how could I say no?" he sighs happily, kissing across your cheek to your neck, dragging his tongue up the side.

"I've never!..." you gasp, indignant, melting against Kyousuke as he traces his lips up your skin and licks your earlobe.

"You don't have to use words to beg, cutie. You've been dying to be with me since we met."

As the title card flashes up on the screen, the two of you take a break from slobbering all over each other, settling into the couch cushions and into each other. You try to focus on the film, but Kyousuke's hand slipping inside your button down shirt to rub your chest keeps you thoroughly distracted. Even if you can't get hard, you still feel something stirring inside of you and you find yourself groping Kyousuke in return, fingers walking up his thigh. Tracing along the bottom of his shorts, you notice his already prominent bulge forming a visible tent as his fingernails dig into your side.

Sound booms throughout the room as the film begins, but you keep your attention on Kyousuke's reactions, your palm pressing into the outline of his cock and squeezing gently. You can feel him throbbing through the fabric, and you smile when your rubbing makes him gasp, his hands clutching at your shirt. Pushing you flat onto the couch, Kyousuke nudges your head to the side and sinks his teeth into your neck, grinding his crotch against your hand. 

"I'm gonna punish you later for teasing me like this..." he hisses, slipping a hand up your t-shirt and scratching across your bare skin. 

"Promise?" you moan in reply, struggling to keep your voice down. You're sure at least half the theater is looking in your direction, but you don't really care anymore. If they want a show, you're happy to give them one. 

Gripping Kyousuke's cock through his shorts, you start to stroke it slowly and feel it jumping in your hand, his teeth sinking deeper into your neck in response. You do your best not to moan out loud when he bites you, wrapping your leg around his to keep him close and trembling from the stimulation. 

Worn out from the foreplay, you both collapse against each other and catch your breath, the movie droning on in the background. You think you hear the snap of a phone camera amidst the noise of the film, but it's hard to tell. You hope they're enjoying the show, since it's far from over. 

"Let's at least pretend to watch the movie." Kyousuke giggles, nipping your collarbone and pulling himself upright. You take another few seconds to recover, but instead of sitting up, you turn yourself over, resting your cheek on Kyousuke's thigh, nose almost brushing against his strained pleather shorts.

"You want any help with this?" you whisper, planting a slow kiss against the outline of his cock. You don't receive an answer, but you feel his hand fall onto your head, pushing your face closer. The faint smell of soap and sweat wafts up into your nose as you're mashed into his crotch, your tongue falling out of your mouth to drag along the length of his contained shaft. 

Kissing Kyousuke's exposed thigh, you feel him release your head briefly to unbutton his shorts, pulling them open and letting his cock pop free. The screen flashes brightly in the foreground of the theater, illuminating the proud tomgirl shaft twitching in front of your face for just a moment before falling dark once more. The brief look was all you needed, though, your mouth is already salivating, eyes glued to Kyousuke's meat. 

A few hushed gasps and whispers ring out around the theater, making you smile dreamily as you begin to apply a coat of spit to Kyousuke's cock with your tongue.

"Did... know that was a guy?..."

"... fit in those shorts?...

"Jesus... boy is packing!..."

All eyes appear to be on you and your date, and you couldn't be happier. Everyone should know that you're the one who gets to pleasure this dreamy boy, and you hope they're jealous. 

Licking up the side of Kyousuke's cock, you close your lips over the swollen head and let your mouth fall until the tip bumps the back of your throat. Your eyes flutter a bit as you begin to suck eagerly, pulling back up and swirling your tongue to collect the pre dripping from the tip. The familiar salty taste makes you squirm a bit, and you redouble your efforts, dying to swallow more.

"I can see why Kyou keeps you around, you've got one talented mouth there." Kyousuke groans, resting his hand on the back of your neck and guiding your lips steadily on his cock. Soft gurgles emanate from your throat as Kyousuke pushes against it, and you can tell he wants you to take it all, his quiet grunts becoming more insistent combined with his fingers gripping the back of your neck tighter. Relaxing your throat as best you can, you force his cock deeper until your lips touch his soft pubic hair, the head of his shaft stretching out your gullet. 

Your mystery audience begins to whisper encouragement as they watch you, the occasional flash of a camera phone lighting up the dark theater and blinding you briefly. Small rivers of saliva travel down Kyousuke's balls as you gurgle around his length, forming a small pool on the seat and eventually the floor. You feel yourself starting to run out of air, but Kyousuke's quiet moans keep you glued to his waist until the last minute, only pulling off when your eyes start to roll back in your head.

"For a straight boy, you're one hell of a cock sucker." Kyousuke chuckles, slapping your cheek with his dick as you catch your breath. Your face turns pink from the comment, but you open your mouth to catch his length all the same, worshiping his twitching rod.

You spend the first act of the film lying on your stomach, slurping on Kyousuke's dick as he plays with your hair and gives you quiet praise. Eventually his fingers begin to wander, and you feel them trace down the center of your back, pulling your shirt up to expose the waistband of your pants. You get the sinking feeling that you're a few minutes away from getting railed in the middle of the theater, and Kyousuke's hand squeezing your backside all but confirms it.

"On your back, pet. Time to give your tongue a little workout." he whispers, shimmying out of his shorts completely. Lying flat on your back, you feel Kyousuke crawl back onto the couch, his knees resting on either side of your head before lowering his rear over your face. With his balls nestled against your nose, he spreads his cheeks and applies his pink hole directly to your lips, waiting for your subservient tongue. Every breath you inhale comes with the faint scent of salty sweat as it's filtered through Kyousuke's sack, and you can feel them jumping slightly against your face.

Wrapping your arms around Kyousuke's thighs, you extend your tongue slowly wriggle it against his wrinkled hole, letting your saliva coat every crevice. You can feel how tight he is as you try to worm your tongue past his ring, his hole seemingly unbreachable, but the more you lick, the looser it gradually becomes until you finally manage to slip your tongue inside. Kyousuke's cock twitches in the air as you rim his backside, pre slowly dripping down his shaft, past his balls, and onto your cheek. A part of you is dying to lick it up, but you're too busy being smothered by cute boy ass to clean him.

"You're lucky I don't have anything for lube, I'd bend you over right here if I could." Kyousuke moans as you work your tongue, his voice carrying a bit louder during a lull in the film. You're not sure if that's a good or bad thing, you never really considered having sex in public but you might as well go all the way at this point. 

Kyousuke's hips rock back and forth slightly as you push your tongue deeper into his hole, but you do your best to keep him still, gripping his thighs tighter and swirling your tongue inside him before pulling out to take a break. More hushed whispers break out among the silhouetted seats as you recover, incomprehensible to you while you're buried beneath Kyousuke's cheeks but you hear something clatter across the floor and bump into the base of the couch.

"Looks like we got a present." Kyousuke smirks, climbing off your face and grabbing the object, "Someone really wants to see you get plowed."

"What is it?" you ask, muffled by his backside.

"Seems to be a half empty jar of vaseline." he replies, wiggling his hips and turning around, crawling onto his hands and knees over you.

You can feel his hands pulling at your belt and zipper, undoing them quickly as his cock dangles over your face and drips precum onto your cheek. Not wanting him to feel lonely, you lean up and wrap your lips around the head, blushing when you hear him laugh. Bringing his hips down, Kyousuke lets you suck happily on him as he continues to undress you, your pants and boxers getting pulled down to your knees.

"Alright cutie, assume the position..." Kyousuke smiles, pulling his cock from your lips with a pop and kneeling at the end of the couch. 

Shimmying your pants the rest of the way off, you shiver and get on your hands and knees in front of Kyousuke, pressing your face to the cushion in embarrassment. You can hear the audience around you still whispering amongst themselves as they watch you present yourself to the pink haired boy, your worn out cock managing to swell into a half chub from nervousness. 

"Well look who came out to play..." Kyousuke murmurs, squeezing your balls lightly before stroking your partial erection. He spends a minute playing with your cock, kneading your sack with his thumb before letting you go and twisting the top off the vaseline jar. Something strange and slimy gets smeared on your hole, sending a chill up your spine as Kyousuke rubs his thumb in slow circles.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea..." you squirm, shivering from Kyousuke's massaging finger.

"Too late to back out now! You don't want to disappoint all your adoring fans, do you?" he giggles, gradually working his thumb into you. You bear down on his invading digit as it worms past your ring, but Kyousuke just lets you squeeze his thumb and starts stretching you open once you let go. The curves of his thumb gradually loosen you up as he slips it in and out, and soon you're taking it without feeling the need to clench against him.

"Looks like you're ready to go. Let's give our adoring fans a look, shall we?" Kyousuke whispers, pulling his thumb free and turning you to the side, your backside squarely facing the screen as you bend over. Your face turns beet red as Kyousuke pulls your cheeks apart to show off your hole, winking and shiny from the vaseline. White light flashes as the onlookers take photos, Kyousuke rubbing your ass teasingly for the crowd.

Pulling you back onto the couch, Kyousuke takes another dollop of vaseline and strokes himself with it, spreading the lubricant all over his length before moving behind you. You can hear him breathing harder as he lines himself up, the head of his cock brushing against your sack before finding its way to your waiting hole, prodding eagerly.

"Don't be shy, let me in..." 

Kyousuke's thumbs hold your cheeks apart as he keeps steady pressure on your struggling ring, the vaseline doing its job and letting him slip through gradually until the head pops through. Even after your sessions with Kyou you're still not accustomed to being on the receiving end, and you immediately clench around Kyousuke's shaft, your upper body falling to the couch cushion as you inhale sharply. Holding you by your hips, Kyousuke lets you adjust around him until you finally relax, driving deeper in short thrusts until his waist is clapping against your rear.

You can feel each inch as it glides past your ring, the friction and size of his cock stretching you open making your hole burn in distress. Your own partially limp length sways each time he bottoms out, a thin trail of clear liquid falling from the tip onto the cushions. 

"Th-this doesn't change anything you know..." you groan, fingernails sinking into the side of the couch, "I'm still- ah... I'm still straight."

Kyousuke doesn't reply, but you hear him chuckle, your face starting to slide up the black leather as his thrusts become more intense. You struggle to keep your voice down through his rough mating of your hole, but he manages to slam in at just the right angle to force a large spurt of milky fluid from your cock, followed by a long moan from your lips.

"Looks like you're already about to cum." he murmurs, burying his cock as far as he can as you bear down on him, "I didn't even touch you, and you're making a mess everywhere."

You try to protest, but Kyousuke's renewed hammering sends your eyes rolling back in your head and you can feel another large load stirring. 

"I'm gonna... gonna..." you gasp, clawing at the upholstery as Kyousuke's dick continues to fuck you silly and build your orgasm. The pounding doesn't stop or slow down, and your whole waist begins to tingle from the stimulation until you end up squirting three long white ropes onto the couch, your hole squeezing desperately around Kyousuke's cock.

Cheers erupt from the theater as your legs tremble, the crowd now enthusiastically shouting encouragement and taking pictures while Kyousuke keeps at it. Your face remains flat against the couch cushion, head swimming from the sudden orgasm but unable to come down due to your date stirring up your insides. Another large glob of seed oozes slowly from your cock, but you can only lie there and let Kyousuke bring himself closer to his own release, all energy thoroughly fucked out of your body. 

As the credits begin to roll on the screen, Kyousuke's cock begins swelling, stretching you still further until he falls across your back and lets out a long moan. Warmth floods into your bowels as he releases what feels like a liter of seed inside you, and you sigh happily, the two of you collapsing in a puddle of sweat and cum. 

"Come on, say the line..." Kyousuke hisses, nipping your ear lobe. You barely register his words, still recovering from your combined orgasms, but you manage to gradually whisper out the words.

"N-no homo..."

Wrapping his arms tight around your midsection, Kyousuke worms his tongue into your ear before replying in hushed tones.

"Yes, homo."