Slap him

Before he can kiss you, you slap him.

"Don't get it twisted whore. I ain't no fag. I just fuck what I want." You grab him by the shoulders and turn him around, pressing his shoulders to the wall. You slide down his pants, something easier to do now since they were not yet buttoned. Putting a hand on his underwear, you slide your fingers over his ass, pressing a few between his cheeks. You could feel Tyler's anticipation.

"See I could never be a fag like you because I'm not such a cock hungry little slut." You smack his ass. "You are nothing but a place for me to dump my cum, you understand." You squeeze his crack, so much so that one of your fingers pokes into his hole.

"Yes, Jeff."

"Call me Johnson, you don't deserve my first name."

"Yes, Johnson."

"Good boy. Now pull up your pants and let's get going." The two of you get your clothes in order so you look presentable. You dabbed a paper towel with some water to wipe away the cum on your pants but to little avail. You leave the bar and Tyler drives you back to what appears to be Johnson's apartment. This has been a wild evening. You aren't quite sure what kind of Fever/Sex dream this is, but you aren't complaining.