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Seymour was at the bar he decided to go to since it was his birthday. Even though he doesn't like crowded places, all he thought was what the hell, sure.
Just not drinking enough to make him completely drunk but not little enough to make feel nothing, just enough to blur the edges, take the edge off even. From him paying attention to his drink more often than the place and people around him he just now realized a new man had walked in and took a seat next to him.
He was in full black like he was Johnny Cash. Hair swayed to the side, biker boots in full leather with a two inch heel, dress like pants, and a leather jacket to top it off.
Orin leaned in to Seymour, which startled him, making him jump in his seat slightly. “Jumpy one aren't ya.” Orin muttered under his breath to poke fun at Seymour. “Shut it.” Is the only response he got back.
Seymour shifted in his seat since that made his dick make an odd twitch in his pants and same thing from the cologne Orin was wearing. He grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside and onto his motorcycle and for some reason stopped in the middle of an alleyway.
Pulling him by the collar like the scruff of a cat both went down the rest of said alley and entered this building, it smelled like metal yet very sterile, y’know clean. Into a hallway, opening a door and flicking on the lights. Seymour was then thrown onto a dentist chair.
“What!? Why are we here?” Seymour had a scared yet likeness to his voice when asked aimed obviously towards Orin. “You know exactly why. Now do it.” “Do what?” Orin looked him up and down with one foot on the armrest piece of the chair.
Seymour started licking up Orin’s boot and made way toward his belt and fly. Then his head was then yanked back and something was put around his nose and mouth. This put Seymour in a state of mind only a pornstar would have and Orin ended up doing the same thing to himself. This stuff made you way up top horny and very giggly.
He took his foot down and Seymour followed to the ground crawling up to him and sitting on his foot and started humping him like a stupid dog in heat. “Aww look at you, stupid bitch. Wanting it so bad already huh?” He voiced out with faux pity in his voice not even being close to feeling bad he absolutely loved seeing it happen to Seymour.
He was rubbing Orin through his pants feeling up and down his bulge. Orin plopped right down on his own dentist chair and spread himself out. Seymour over his body finally getting to unbuckle his belt and get his fly down, and pulling his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to show off his pretty cock and slight bush he had.
“I don't think you'll be needing those any time soon” leaning over and taking his glasses off that beautiful face of his. Seymour on one of Orin's legs and over his boot, he was now swivelling his tip on his tongue, which he worked surprisingly well with. Now he shoved the entire length down his throat.
Causing Orin to grunt and moan out of pure pleasure. Gripping his hair, Seymour was so turned on by just the sound of the leather jacket rustling just above him making him palm himself. Pushing him down he came hard right down his throat.
As he was released from Orin's grip he scooted down and stood with Orin himself following shortly second of Seymour.
Seymour was then bent in the same spot Orin was originally in. Now unbuckling him and unzipping his fly. Pulling his pants and boxers down he forced himself inside Seymour. “ Ow! Jesus fuck, warn me before doing some shit like that.” He cried afterward of him letting out a loud yelp “Well it should have been expected, Dumbass.” Orin replied through clenched teeth. Orin was huffing like he was the big bad wolf “Fuck you're tight and really wet.” he moaned out loud.
Seymour had one hand on his penis jerking himself off to match Orin's pace. “Please, just like that.” he pleaded out as Orin's dick was hitting his prostate in just the right way. “I-I’m go-gonna-” is the last thing Seymour said before fully releasing all over Orin's leather jacket and his cardigan.
Both now fully worn out they put their dicks away, cleaned any evidence of them being there, and fled the scene like nothing even happened in that period of time.