"I was talking to you," to the gray haired man.
From Create Your Own Story
The gray-haired delivery man grins, and the Italian shakes his head a little, but doesn't seem too put out.
"Private, eh?" the gray-haired man asks you. He thinks for a minute.
He steps right up to you, his face close to yours, looking down at you. "Follow me."
You follow, leaving the Italian delivery man behind with a little wave. He waves back, amused.
The two of you walk through the main bar to the front door, passing by the bear at the table, who gives you a rueful smile, and the daddy bear in the hallway, who stares at you with an intensity that makes you shiver. You reach the bouncer, who seems surprised to see you so soon.
"Leaving so soon, birthday boy?" he says, with a wicked smile. You blush.
"It's your birthday?" the delivery man asks you.
"Yeah." You nod, feeling your face heat up.
The gray haired man puts a firm hand on your shoulder, and leads you out the door of the bar, into the parking lot.
He walks you to the far edge of the parking lot where two brown delivery vans are parked. He unlocks the driver's side door of the closest van, and you notice there's no passenger seat. But there's a narrow opening into the rear of the van. He gestures. You climb in, and stand where the passenger seat would be, waiting. He climbs into the van, and sits in the driver's seat. He looks at you.
"So how old are you, birthday boy?" he asks.
You tell him.
He whistles. "Damn, boy, I'm old enough to be your father. Or fuck, I could even be your fucking grandfather," he rubs his trim goatee. "I guess that makes me a dirty old man."
Your blush intensifies, and he laughs.
"You like dirty old men, eh?" he says, and he reaches out with one hand, stroking the front of your jeans. Your dick is hard, and he gives it a squeeze.
You say...
