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It was a scorching hot day out, so Laios was glad he wore his gym shorts, the shortest pair of shorts he owned. Perhaps he should have dressed up a bit more, considering this was a first date, but it’s not like he didn’t look good in these shorts. Quite the opposite, really. He was almost worried he was showing off too much.
Chilchuck didn’t seem to mind. The half-foot was dressed in a nice crisp shirt with a collar, but he’d left the top button undone, giving Laios a peek at the reddish hair on his chest.
“So, what do you wanna see first?” Chilchuck said. He’d already purchased a soda from the concession stand, a consolation since they didn’t serve alcohol at the zoo.
“Um, I don’t know. I like all the animals. Let’s just go through the park in order,” Laios said.
“Sure, sounds good to me.”
Chilchuck followed him, always a step or two behind. Laios didn’t think much of it at first, just tried not to walk too fast to be courteous to the half-foot. Eventually he realized that every time he looked back, Chilchuck’s eyes were settled on his gym shorts, so perhaps his lagging stride was purposeful.
Laios felt a little warm tingle in his chest at that thought. He didn’t mind giving his date a view, but it was kind of embarrassing how persistent Chilchuck was being at keeping his eyes on said view.
“Oh, look, Chilchuck! The lion is up there on that rock!” Laios said.
“Mm-hm,” Chilchuck replied, not even trying to look where Laios was pointing. “Very nice.”
Laios felt his cheeks burn, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the surreptitious compliment, or the summer sun burning heat into his skin. He tried to continue on and just enjoy the zoo. Chilchuck did respond to his questions when he made small talk, so maybe he was just being paranoid about his wandering eyes.
Then it happened. They were standing on the far side of the zebra exhibit, away from most of the crowd. Laios was fascinated watching the large, black-and-white striped animals grazing in their habitat. Chilchuck was fascinated by something else, clearly, because suddenly Laios felt a hand slip up under the hem of his tiny shorts and land on his ass.
Laios sucked in a small, sharp breath. At first, his brain denied it. This couldn’t be what he thought it was. But then the hand squeezed.
Chilchuck was groping him.
Laios wanted to say something. To yell and slap his hand away. Instead, he just froze up.
Shame twisted in his stomach, and with it came a strange heat. He shouldn’t like this. He should be storming off and ending the date immediately. But even though it was wrong and creepy and crude, some small part of Laios, deep down, felt flattered at the attention. This hand touching him, as unwanted as it was, made him feel desirable.
And the fact that even one tiny part of him felt that way made him so embarrassed, so disgusted with himself, that he couldn’t move.
“Mommy, look at the zebras!” a kid came running up towards them, and immediately Chilchuck’s hand was gone.
“Alright, what’s next? The elephants?” he said, turning around and motioning for Laios to follow.
Wordlessly, Laios did. The dynamic had completely shifted. Now he trailed Chilchuck, too nervous and ashamed to talk much at all, much less decide where to go. Chilchuck sped them through the rest of the exhibits, and they winded up back at the food court area. Families and couples sat around smiling and laughing, enjoying their food and talking about the animals they wanted to see.
“What do you want to eat? My treat,” Chilchuck said.
“O-oh, um, thank you. A burger would be fine, I think.”
Chilchuck pointed Laios to a table to save their seats, and got in line. Laios sat and waited. His brain kept reminding him that he could leave now, that he didn’t owe it to this creep to stay here, even if he was buying him lunch.
A growling stomach and an empty wallet kept him in his seat.
“Here we are, one burger, and I threw in a side of fries and a drink. A big guy like you needs a proper meal,” Chilchuck said, placing the food down in front of him.
“Oh, thank you, you didn’t have to,” Laios said.
“Don’t worry about it. I like taking care of my partners,” Chilchuck said.
Laios squirmed. This guy was assuming a lot for a first date.
“Um, I mean, we’re not really—”
“I’m just showing you how good it could be,” Chilchuck said. “Now go ahead and eat. I know you must be hungry.”
He was, so he did. He picked up his burger, which was stacked with two patties, dripping cheese, bacon, lettuce, and pickles, as well as a healthy slather of mayo. Just the way Laios liked it.
He took a big bite, and the mayo and cheese squeezed out onto the sides of his mouth. He made a noise of distress, setting the burger down and picking up his napkin to wipe away the mess.
Chilchuck laughed, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes.
Laios knew his face must have been completely red. He tried to just focus on his food, the juicy burger, the salty fires, the refreshing soda. But then it happened again.
A hand on his thigh, pushing up under his shorts, then curving in towards his crotch. Laios froze, burger in his hands, and felt his heart pound against his ribs. He couldn’t look at Chilchuck. He couldn’t move. He felt a bead of sweat trail down the back of his neck as the hand settled on his inner thigh, right in the crease between his leg and his crotch.
Chilchuck’s knuckles just barely brushed his cock, and that twisted heat of shame and desire returned with the force of a hurricane. His cock twitched, a horrible shock of sensation spiking through him. It was too intense, too sudden, too wrong. He shouldn’t like this. He should hate this.
Why didn’t he hate this?
“Why’d you stop eating?” Chilchuck asked, looking up at him like nothing was amiss. Laios’s lips trembled. He couldn’t find any words.
Slowly, he brought the burger back up to his mouth and took another bite. He tried so hard to ignore the hand on his thigh, but just as he was swallowing, Chilchuck’s fingers flicked up and bumped into his cock through his underwear. Laios squeaked, jumping slightly in his seat.
“Something wrong?” Chilchuck asked.
“N… no…” Laios barely managed to say, though he had no idea why that was his answer. He hadn’t thought the word—quite the opposite, his mind was screaming at him to slap the half-foot and tell him off—but that’s what came out of his mouth.
“Didn’t think so,” Chilchuck said.
Laios tried to keep eating, but he felt sick to his stomach. Heat swirled through him, arousal and mortification curling their equally slimy tendrils in his gut. Sweat dripped down his forehead.
Chilchuck’s hand slowly shifted from his thigh, creeping over his crotch. Laios whimpered, the tiny sound suppressed behind a tightly shut jaw. His cock, now half-hard and straining against his underwear, pressed into Chilchuck’s warm palm. He throbbed against the touch, and he felt his tip weep with precum.
“Be a good boy and finish that burger,” Chilchuck said.
Laios’s body moved on its own. He couldn’t do anything other than obey.
He felt so small, even though he towered over the half-foot. He was just so powerless. So ashamed.
He chewed, swallowed, chewed, swallowed. He picked up each fry and finished them, too, then gulped down his soda until there was nothing but ice at the bottom of the cup.
“Good boy,” Chilchuck crooned, squeezing his cock like a reward.
Laios made a horrendous sound, and quickly covered his mouth. If someone else heard him, he’d perish from the shame.
Chilchuck laughed, and all at once the hand was gone.
“Well. I don’t know about you, but I had a great time today,” he said, standing up and stretching. “I’ll text you soon. We should do this again.”
“Y-yeah,” Laios nodded. “See you soon.”
Chilchuck grinned, the expression dripping with sleaze, and walked off.
Laios looked down at his crotch, then back up at the crowded plaza. He felt dizzy and mortified. Used and dirty. And he couldn’t even get up until his erection went away.
…
Chilchuck was waiting for him by the truck.
“Hey, baby, you alright?” he asked.
Laios nodded and leaned down to wrap his arms around Chilchuck.
“Oof! Aw, it’s okay, baby boy. You did so good. I’m so proud of you.” Chilchuck patted his back, or at least tried to. His hands could only really reach to Laios’s sides.
“Thank you for doing this, Chil,” Laios said. “It was really good for me. I mean I… I liked it a lot.”
“Well, that’s good.” Chilchuck pulled back slightly and gently stroked a hand across Laios’s cheek before pressing a kiss there. “You were very cute. I could tell I was getting you to that place, the horny-shame thing you talked about.”
“Ah… was it obvious on my face?” Laios asked.
“A little, yeah.” Chilchuck laughed, and Laios felt a flush return to his cheeks. “We should probably get going, though. Don’t want to make a scene in the parking lot.”
“Mn. Yeah.” Laios released him and walked around to the other side of the truck. He squeezed into his seat and Chilchuck turned the key in the ignition.
He felt a softness settle in his chest. He was really grateful to have a partner that humored his kinkier fantasies, but he was also grateful that Chilchuck still took such good care of him outside of those scenes. Even though Laios wanted him to play lecherous and predatory roles, Chilchuck was really a gentle lover—and the fact that he could do both made him perfect for Laios.