Date Night

Friday – The Date

Kyle was nervous as hell Friday evening as he drove to the restaurant halfway between their towns. This was his first real attempt at a normal date since the fire. He had spent extra time making sure he looked like a regular guy: nice button-down shirt, dark jeans, subtle cologne. No gloss on his lips. No hidden plug. Just Kyle.

Emily was already waiting at the table when he arrived. She was even prettier in person — curvy in all the right places, warm brown eyes, and a bright, genuine smile. Her dress hugged her full breasts and wide hips perfectly.

“Kyle! You look great,” she said, standing to hug him. Her soft body pressed against him for a moment, and his micro penis twitched in his boxers.The date went surprisingly well. Conversation flowed easily. She laughed at his jokes, touched his arm often, and flirted shamelessly. By the time dessert arrived, her foot was rubbing slowly against his leg under the table.“You’re really sweet,” she said, biting her lip.

“Most guys on Tinder are so aggressive. You seem… different. More genuine.”Kyle smiled, feeling a rare spark of hope. They left the restaurant holding hands.When they reached the parking lot, Emily turned to him with a shy but excited smile.“My apartment is only fifteen minutes away. Would you like to come over for a drink? No pressure… but I’d really like to keep spending time with you.”

Kyle’s heart raced. “Yeah. I’d love that.”

Emily’s apartment was cozy and feminine. As soon as the door closed, she pushed him gently against it and kissed him deeply. Her tongue tasted sweet from the wine they’d shared. Kyle kissed her back eagerly, hands roaming over her curves, squeezing her soft ass.They made out heavily on the couch for nearly twenty minutes, hands exploring. Emily moaned softly when he sucked on her neck. She reached down and palmed his crotch, feeling his small, hard micro penis through his jeans.“Mmm… you’re so hard already,” she whispered. “That’s really cute.”

Kyle blushed but stayed focused. This was normal. This was good.Emily pulled back slightly, cheeks flushed, breathing heavy. She looked at him with sparkling, mischievous eyes.“I knew you were perfect the moment we started talking,” she said softly. “So… would you be open to a threesome?”Kyle blinked. His micro cock throbbed hard in his pants.“I… I’ve done one before,” he lied smoothly, trying to sound experienced. In truth, the only threesomes he’d ever had involved him being the humiliated toy for superior cocks. “Sure. Sounds hot.”Emily grinned excitedly. “Good. Because I really want you to meet my husband.”

She leaned in and kissed him again, deeper this time, her hand stroking his tiny bulge through his jeans. Kyle moaned into her mouth, lost in the moment, his hands squeezing her heavy breasts.They were both breathing hard when they heard the front door open.Heavy footsteps approached.A tall, muscular man stepped into the living room Emily’s husband, Marcus. He was handsome, confident, and clearly worked out. But what truly made Kyle’s stomach drop was the massive, obscene bulge running down the leg of his sweatpants. It was already half-hard and clearly enormous.Marcus smirked as he looked at Kyle.

“Well, well,” he said in a deep voice. “You must be the cute little guy my wife has been texting all week.”Emily giggled and kept stroking Kyle’s tiny erection through his pants. “Baby, he already said yes to the threesome. He’s had one before.”Marcus chuckled and slowly pulled down the front of his sweatpants. A thick, veiny 9-inch monster cock sprang out, heavy and already leaking precum from the fat head. It dwarfed anything Kyle had ever seen in person.Kyle stared, mouth slightly open. His own micro penis barely two and a half inches twitched pathetically in Emily’s hand.Marcus stepped closer, slowly stroking his massive cock while looking down at Kyle with amusement.

“So… you ready to play, little guy?” he asked, voice low and dominant. “Because my wife gets really wet when she watches me stretch boys like you.”Emily kissed Kyle’s neck softly and whispered in his ear, “Be a good boy for us tonight.”Kyle’s heart hammered. His tiny cock was leaking like a faucet.He had come here trying to be normal.But as he stared at the massive 9-inch cock just inches from his face, the old familiar shame and **** arousal flooded back stronger than ever.