He tries to but fails

The euphoria was like nothing I had ever felt. I experienced intense lightheadedness as my cock's sensitivity rocketed off the chart. Through extraordinary effort, I fought to bring my sense back to me. I dashed to the door in an attempt to stop Ashley from leaving. Unfortunately, the tip of my cock reached the door before my hand did. A potent painful sensation burst from the head of my penis, dropping me to my knees.

"So that is what getting kicked in the nuts feels like," I groaned as I wallowed on the floor, holding my throbbing junk in my hand.

After I had recovered enough to stand, I knew that too much time had passed continue after Ashley. Women, unlike Shotas, were allowed to drive. I was positive that by now, she had long since departed.

I checked my watch and noticed the time. "Fuck, I better get ready, or I'm going to wind up standing up Lara."

I immediately went and took a shower. I had to keep my back to the water as the heat was nearly unbearable to my sensitive cock. I stepped out and dried off with a towel that seemed to catch a little on my face. "Odd, I've never had so much as peach fuzz much less stubble."

I went into my closet and pulled out my best suit, a navy blue single-breasted with a narrow lapel bespoke number. It fit me perfectly, or at least it had. Now it was ever so slightly short in the arms and legs. "Must have shrunk at the dry cleaners."

I added a mahogany-colored tartan tie, and a pure white pocket square to top off the ensemble. I slipped into a pair of dark brown single monk strap dress shoes and gave myself a quick look.

I pulled out my NCD and ordered a cloud car. It would not do to show up at Château Élan riding the bus.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the luxurious Aston Martin DB 55 landed on the roof of my Apartment building.

The door slid open to reveal an interior that could only be described as opulent. I entered carefully so as not to wrinkle my suit. I reached over to the fully stocked mini-bar and poured myself an Irish whiskey.

"Destination," came a voice that sounded more feminine than mechanical.

"The Château Élan," I replied as I sipped my drink.

"Confirm payment," the automaton driver requested.

" Greg Hart, verification code 201190," I answered as I finished my whiskey and poured another.

"Nonsufficient funds, please select another method of payment," the voice replied.

I sloshed my drink. "Shit!" I reached into my pocket and pulled out my emergency credit card and slid it into the slot by the door.

I heard the locks on the door engage as the car smoothly lifted off, "Payment confirmed."

I slumped back in the seat and sipped on my drink, upset at myself for using the emergency card my mother had given me. "I never can escape you, can I mother?"

My ride landed in front of the restaurant ten minutes before my scheduled date with Lara. I loitered in front of Château Élan, fidgeting with nervous anticipation.

Finally, I saw the most beautiful sight anyone had laid eyes upon. Lara walked toward me smiling; her fiery red hair flowed in the gentle breeze. She wore a silver dress encrusted with sparkling gems, the hem of which stopped several inches short of her knees. Her black stilettos shaped her already lovely legs to perfection. The diamond necklace dangling around her neck shone with almost as much beauty as her radiant emerald eyes.

Lara smiled at me as she approached. "You may want to close your mouth. I've heard that's a good way to attract flies."

Embarrassed by being caught ogling this voluptuous creature, I tried my best to save face. "I'm only interested in attracting you tonight."

A mischievous grin spread across Lara's face. "That is yet to be seen, but that suit you picked out is a good start. I do love a sharped dressed boy."

Lara took my hand and led the way to the maitre' d. "Pomeroy, reservation for two."

The woman scanned her book, repeating my date's last name over and over before grabbing two menus and motioning for us to follow. She took Lara and me past the main dining hall that was begging to fill with various groups through a door that led to a separate room.

"Your table," the maitre' d said, pulling out my seat. Lara took her place opposite me, and the woman handed us our menus. "Your waiter will be with you shortly.

At first, I did not even glance at the menu. I was dumbfounded by the rest of the guests that shared the dining room with us. "It's all... all..."

"Women and Shotas?" Lara said as she scanned the list of entrees. "Yes, this room caters to a particular clientele."

Before I could ask her to expound upon her pronouncement, a lovely olive-skinned raven-haired waiter walked up to our table.

"My name is Harmony, and I will be taking care of you and your...," She spoke, addressing Lara, only completely ignoring me.

"My date," Lara replied, answering the unasked question.

"Of course," Harmony continues. "Would you two care to start with drinks? That is if the young gentleman is of age."

"Oh, he most definitely is," Lara replied with a hint of playfulness in her voice. "Yes, I think a bottle of a sweet red would be most welcome."

Harmony looks at me and gives me a brief smirk. "Very well, one bottle of sweet red and two glasses for you and your handsome date." She turned and leaves.

"Lara what is going on? Why did that woman think I would not be of age or anything but your date?" I asked, completely bewildered.

Lara looked across the table at me while resting her head on the back of her two clasped hands. "Like I was saying earlier, only women and boys are allowed in here. But that's not all there is to this place. Most females who prefer the company of Shotas also have other fetishes. So the waiters are cautious not to... Uhm.... break the emersion."

I stared at Lara blankly for a few moments. "Sorry, I don't follow."

My date slid her chair over beside me and continued the conversation by whispering my ear. "See that table over there. The one with the conservatively dressed woman sitting across from the boy wearing short pants?"

"Yes," I replied.

"They are doing a mother and son roleplay. The table next to them looks similar, but you'll notice the Shota is wearing the uniform for St. Anselm's Preparatory. I would venture to guess she has a thing for the forbidden student-teacher relationship."

"What about that group over there? The older woman with the Shota and a younger girl?" I asked, starting to understand what was going.

Lara smiled at my question. Her voice became sultry. "That is the family taboo. The two women are either married or in a relationship. It is quite common among wives of disparate ages that both share a proclivity for young boys. It's how I learned of my love of Shotas."

"You were married to a woman?" I asked, surprised.

Lara's hand dropped to my knee as she explained. "Yes, I was barely of age, and she was twenty years older than I. It was probably more rebellion than love on my part. The first time we came was with a plus-seven named James. To make a long story short after a few more times of pretending to be the older sister, I found I much preferred younger brothers to older mothers. Though the divorce did leave me quite a bit better off financially. So my short marriage was not a total waste."

I gulped as Lara's hand squeezed my inner thigh. She released me and moved her chair back as the waiter was back with our wine.

Harmony offered the cork to Lara, who gave it a sniff and a nod of approval. The waiter then poured each of us a glass in turn. "Have you decided on what you will have to eat this evening?"

"I'll have canard á l'orange, and my date will have boeuf bourguignon," Lara answered without asking for my input.

It irked me a bit that she had ordered for me, but I, like most Shotas, was used to women being controlling. The waiter gave me a quick glance and a slight smile before taking her leave to give our order to the kitchen.

Lara's face soured. "I think our waiter has a thing for you."

I took a sup wine. My head was starting to buzz from the **** I had drunk in the car. "You're imagining things. It's her job to be polite."

"Well, she should mind how she looks at other women's dates," Lara said, taking a sip of the sweet red. "She wouldn't be the first Shotacon to take a job like this."

Dinner was divine. Over the most delicious food I had ever eaten, Lara and I conversed on a variety of topics from her work to my research into the Shota virus. As the wine flowed freely, the discourse took on a more salacious nature. With our inhibitions, lowered physical contact increased. At first, it was a brush of the hand hear there, but by the time dessert came Lara had kicked off a shoe under the table and was running her soft dainty foot up and down my leg.

Finally, arm in arm, we walked out into the night. We slowly made our way to where Lara's car was parked. As I started to open my mouth to thank her for the evening, Lara forcefully pressed her lips to mine and slid her tongue out to dance with mine. She pushed me up against the side of her vehicle. Unable to escape if I had wanted to, we drunkenly made out for several minutes before coming up for air.

"Your... in no condition... to drive...," Lara stated before interrupting herself to bite my lip. "I can take you home," She finished as she eyed me hungrily.

"You're not exactly sober yourself," I protested as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"My car has an autopilot," She countered as the door slid open, and she pulled me inside, effectively ending the argument.

I knew I should get out of the situation as soon as possible. There was no way I would be able to hide the erection that was beginning to form. But I was now more hungry for this woman than I had been for the dinner I had just eaten.