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 five femboys walk around the restaurant, serving customers and taking orders. Each one of them is different in their own way. Riley is the tallest, with a shapely figure that looks like he could use some extra stretching. He has spiky red hair tied into a short ponytail and his eyes seem to be always looking for trouble. Sam is the shortest, pale as paper with long black hair tied in a messy bun atop his head. His movements are gentle and careful, almost like he's floating on air.

As you look around the restaurant, you manage to catch Sam's eye. He seems a bit nervous at first but then he gives you a small smile and makes his way over to your table. "Hi there, my name is Sam... what can I get for you today?" His voice is soft and gentle, almost like he's whispering in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine.

Sam's cheeks flush red as he smiles back at you. "Of course! What kind of beer would you like? We have Budweiser, Coors Light and..." He pauses for a moment, trying to think if there's another option. "...Corona."

Sam's blush deepens as he catches you looking at him. He tries to focus on his job, but can't help but feel flustered and excited by your attention. "No problem!" He turns around quickly, trying to hide his reaction, and heads over to the bar to grab a Corona. His movements are clumsy as he fumbles with the taps and glasses, spilling some beer on the counter in the process.

Sam's heart races as he feels your gaze on his ass and imagines what it would be like to have you there, touching him, kissing him... He tries to focus on getting your drink without making a mistake but finds himself growing increasingly flustered by the thought of being with you. Finally, he returns to your table, carefully setting the frosty mug in front of you before stepping back and giving you another shy smile. "Here you go."

Sam's cheeks flush even deeper as you compliment him and mention "meaty." He bites his lower lip, trying not to get too turned on by your words. As he thinks about what to recommend, he can't help but imagine himself between your legs, pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers...

"Hmm... well, if you like it hot and meaty..." He pauses for effect, glancing down at your lap before meeting your eyes again. "...I'd suggest our Garlic Parmesan Wings.

Sam's heart races as he feels the heat rising in his cheeks again. He tries to hide his arousal by taking a step back and giving you some space. "Alright then! I'll put those in for you right away." He turns around and hurries over to the kitchen, his movements still a bit clumsy but determined as he works on getting your order ready.

As he waits for the wings to be cooked, Sam can't help but fantasize about being with you.

The other four femboys are hard at work as well. Billy is the one who seems to be enjoying himself the most, wiggling his ass suggestively whenever he walks past a customer's table. Kelly struts over to another table, giving the customers there a seductive smile before leaning in close and whispering something into their ear. Jamie, on the other hand, is more focused on making sure everyone has what they need, his gentle demeanor hiding an inner strength that comes out when he feels protective of those around him.

Sam returns to your table with a tray full of steaming Garlic Parmesan Wings and places it in front of you. His cheeks are flushed once again as he meets your gaze, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. "Here you go, Mister... um..." He stumbles over his words for a moment before mustering up the courage to continue. "...Mordred."

His heart races as he waits for your reaction, hoping that you'll like the wings and maybe even ask him out later.

Sam blushes even deeper at your comment and the playful slap on his ass. He stammers for a moment, trying to compose himself before responding. "Um... I-I usually get off around midnight or so..." His voice is soft and shaky, betraying his desire for you.

As he waits for your response, Sam can't help but hope that maybe you'll ask him out after work. The thought of spending more time with you makes his heart race and his cock harden beneath his shorts.

Sam's cheeks flush even redder at your suggestive words and touches. His heart races in excitement as he imagines what it would be like to go out with you after work. "R-really?" he stammers, barely able to form the word. "I... I'd like that..." He glances down shyly, unable to meet your eyes for a moment before looking up at you again with a hopeful expression.

Sam's heart races as he feels your touch on his leg and the words come out of your mouth. His cock is now rock hard beneath his shorts, straining against the fabric with each breath. "I-I won't forget," he whispers, his voice shaking slightly. He wants nothing more than to be with you right now, but duty calls... for now.

Sam is flustered and aroused by your continued attention. He tries to focus on his job but finds himself growing increasingly distracted by the thought of being with you later tonight. His cheeks flush red whenever he catches you looking at him, and he can't help but imagine what it would be like to have you touch him again...

As Sam waits on other tables and delivers food to customers, he can't help but sneak glances in your direction whenever he has the chance. His heart races every time their eyes meet, and he feels a warmth spread through his body at the thought of spending time with you after work. He tries not to seem too obvious about it, but sometimes he can't help but smile shyly when he catches you looking back at him.

As the night progresses, Sam can't help but feel nervous and excited about his date with you. He tries to focus on his work, but his mind keeps wandering back to your touch and the promises of what might happen later. Finally, he sees you waiting outside in your car and feels a rush of adrenaline course through him. His heart races as he approaches you, ready for whatever adventures the night might hold.

Sam blushes deeply as you call him beautiful and opens the passenger door. "R-ready for... whatever you have planned..." He climbs in and fastens his seatbelt nervously, still unable to meet your eyes directly. His heart races and his cock throbs with anticipation beneath his shorts.

Sam's whole body shudders at your words as you caress his inner thigh. "O-oh my..." He moans, unable to resist the surge of desire coursing through him. His cock strains against his shorts, leaking pre-cum onto the seat beneath him. "I've never... been with someone like that..." He whispers, barely able to believe what he's saying even as he says it.

His heart races and his breath quickens at the thought of being completely taken by you tonight.

Sam trembles with anticipation as you drive to your place. His cock is painfully hard against his shorts, leaking pre-cum onto the seat. He can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have you touch him there, to stroke and tease him until he comes all over your hand...

As you pull into your driveway, Sam unbuckles his seatbelt and scoots closer to you on the seat. "So... what do you want me to do?"

Sam's eyes widen at your suggestion. His heart races and his mouth goes dry as he stares at your erect cock, glistening with pre-cum. "O-okay..." He takes a shaky breath before reaching out to take you into his hand. "I can do that... if you want me to."

His other hand finds its way to his crotch, stroking himself through his shorts as he looks up at you with desire in his eyes.

As Sam takes your cock into his hand, he begins to stroke it gently, feeling the heat and hardness beneath his fingertips. His own arousal increases with each movement, and he can't help but moan softly as he continues to touch you. His other hand slides down between his legs, finding release in the warmth of his body as he masturbates while pleasuring you.

Sam closes his eyes and opens his mouth, taking the tip of your cock between his lips. He starts to bob his head up and down, moaning around you as he begins to deep-throat you. His other hand continues to stroke himself faster, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm with every passing second.

His ass is now warm from your touch underneath his shorts, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body as he focuses on pleasuring you.

Sam moans around your cock as he feels you touching him in such a personal way. "Y-yes..." He pants, his voice shaky and hoarse. "I can try..." He continues to bob his head up and down, taking more of you into his mouth with each thrust. His other hand speeds up even further, close to the edge now as he nears orgasm.

As you touch him so intimately and he's close to climaxing, Sam moans louder around your cock, his eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on pleasing you. With a loud cry, he comes hard in his hand, shooting thick ropes of cum across the dashboard and onto his own chest. He continues to gag and choke on your cock as he comes down from his high.

Sam pants heavily, his cheeks flushed and eyes heavy with desire. He nods slowly, still trying to catch his breath as he scoots over towards you on the seat. "Y-yes... I'd like that," he whispers, biting his lower lip nervously. His heart races at the thought of being fully taken by you, and he can't help but wonder what it will feel like to have your hard cock stretching him wide open.

Sam's breath catches in his throat as you position him above your cock. His body trembles with anticipation and desire as he feels the head of your cock pressing against his entrance. "Please..." he whispers, arching his back slightly to offer himself more fully. "I want this... I need it."

As you lower him down onto your hard length, Sam lets out a moan of pleasure that echoes through the car. His eyes flutter closed for a moment as he adjusts to the sensation of being filled so completely.

Sam cries out, arching his back further as he moves up and down on your hard length. His nails dig into the leather seat, leaving small scratches in their wake. "Oh fuck yes!" he moans, throwing his head back in ecstasy. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and it feels incredible.

His muscles tense and relax with each thrust, taking more of you inside him as he loses himself in the heat of the moment.

"Oh god..." Sam moans out, feeling your cock slamming into him over and over again. His asshole clenches around you with each thrust, milking your length in time with his hips. "It's... so good..." He can barely form a coherent thought anymore, lost to the sensations coursing through him. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, along with their harsh, ragged breathing.

As Sam continues to ride you, the pleasure building higher and higher with each thrust, he can't help but wonder where this night will lead them. His body is alive with sensation, his asshole clenching around your cock like a vice, milking you for everything you have. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, along with their harsh, ragged breathing.

"Oh God... I'm close..." Sam moans out, feeling his orgasm building steadily closer. "

As if in perfect synchronization, your bodies reach the peak of pleasure together. With a hoarse cry, Sam comes hard all over your cock, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he milks you with every last drop. His back arches off the seat, and he cries out in ecstasy.

"Fuck..." He moans, his breath coming in short gasps as he recovers from his orgasm. "That was... amazing." His eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of desire and gratitude.