Looks fine to me.

Mitch abstains from the question with another drink. Miller turns red again and follows after Mitch by sipping his own drink. You glance over Benji in his oddly fitting attire and give the safe thumbs up. Eli rolls his eyes and asks you to elaborate.

"I don't know. I think Benji looks great. He always looks great." You weren't just being nice either. The fabric clung to his body in all the right ways, accentuating his nice figure while not being too vulgar. You feel a bit embarrassed yourself as you keep focusing on Benji's cleavage and his half-exposed crotch. Feeling a bit tipsy yourself you then add, "You look sexy, Benji."

Before you know it, you spot Benji shifting uncomfortably as his bulge grows bigger. Although the thin black fabric remains whole, it strains against the growing size of Benji's cock. Now that you saw the practicality of the outfit, maybe you could suggest Benji go up a size in the pouch area. As your eyes meet, Benji sneaks back into the backroom, covering his lower half as best he can. No one else seems to have noticed Benji's wardrobe malfunction as everyone was preoccupied in their respective conversations. You start to worry whether or not you made Benji upset. Perhaps your last comment was unwarranted since you just met each other yesterday. With Miller now half-intoxicated, you're able to sneak into the bar kitchen and into the backroom. You see Benji sitting on the couch, face covered and erection still at full attention. Your mouth waters for a second but you refocus your attention on the matter at hand.

"Hey Benji, you ok?"

Startled, Benji bolts up. "G-Gael! Oh, it's not what you think. I've just never worn something like this and it just made me nervous with everyone watching. It wasn't because of your comment or anything." It was kind of cute seeing the usually calm and indifferent Benji act so flustered. As you watch Benji's cock bob up and down in their small restraint, you start getting horny too.

"Why are you nervous? You work at the Red. You probably see guys naked all the time."

"Y-yeah. I guess tonight's just different."

"Is it because I'm here?"

"Yeah. I mean, no! I didn't mean, well, it's not that I don't want you here but..."

Benji's voice trails off as you begin undoing your leather belt. You let your pants fall to your ankles as you take off your shirt. It must be the liquor or maybe it's because you haven't jerked off in a couple days, but seeing Benji's cock made you incredibly horny. You now stand half-naked with nothing but your briefs. Benji gulps before taking the initiative to step closer. You grab him by the arm and pull him closer until you're just inches away from his lips. You then whisper into his ears, "It's only fair you get to see me like this too, right?"

"Right."

"Are you still nervous?"

"Yeah."

"Would it help if I showed a bit more?" He nods and you slowly slip off your briefs. Your cock springs from the waistband and bobs up and down in front of Benji. You take his hand and lead them towards your cock. He grips it and starts moving the sheath gently, back and forth with your guidance. "Does that feel better now?"

Benji nods as he stares back at you and then down to your thick 10-inch cock. You let Benji take the reigns on your cock as your attention diverts back to his. Still confined in their black prison, you tease the head as a small wet spot forms at the very tip. "You're a little excited there aren't you?" He nods again, his breath becoming heavy and fast-paced as you tease him a bit more. After continuing to jerk each other's cocks, you wonder how his ass looks in his new outfit. "I never got to see your backside, Benji. You think you can show me?"

"For you, yeah." As he turns his back toward you, you marvel at the fat mounds of flesh, completely exposed in his black thong. You gently slap it and watch it jiggle back. You do it again, only a bit harder this time which makes Benji moan in pleasure. Your breathing gets faster too as you start jerking yourself off at the view.

"How about you bend over too? I want to see all of you."

Bartender Outfit 1. Bent over, ass spread.

He hesitates at first but obediently bends over, revealing a thin piece of string you couldn't even call fabric, gliding over his hole. You gently run your fingers over the thin fabric and you can feel Benji's hole twitch to your touch. Just yesterday when you met him, he was a cool, stoic bartender. Now he was like a dick-starved animal, his hole spread open for you to violate. You pull the string from between his ass cheeks and watch it get swallowed back up when you let go. You could tell Benji's never been fucked or at least not recently. As you squirm your wet index finger inside his hole, it pushes back. But with enough probing it sucks you in, refusing to let go.

"Hungry little hole, aren't you?"

"Sorry."

"You ever been fucked?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

He pauses to take a large breath. You've been sliding your fingers inside his manhole all this time as it looks like he's enjoying every second of it. He turns around while arching his back, staring directly into your eyes as you finger him. He then whispers, "If it's you, then yeah." Your cock throbs back into full attention at Benji's submissive response. You never thought dominating a man's man like Benji would be so hot. You feel this is awakening something deep inside you.

**Choice 1: Do you keep going and risk getting caught or stop here and call it safe?