Manolo Does A Double Date (Date 2)

The bubble-butt twink was back in a jiffy with our drinks in hand.

He was handsome, and he was sexy, and this twink knew what he was doing because every move he made was a sensual move: the way he made eye contact as he put our glasses down in front of us, and the way he paused, with a hand to his hip, to look at the glasses he had just set down only to say, "I'm sorry they're so wet," and finally, the way he grabbed one glass at a time, took a napkin, and rubbed it around the entire girth of the glass until it was dry.

Yes, this twink knew what he was doing despite looking younger than my twenty-one years, and I just had to know, so I promptly asked him how old he was.

"I'm eighteen," the twink said. "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-one," I told him. "I'm a student here at the university."

"I am too!" he said excitedly, and I could tell this older Daddy I had just fucked was starting to feel left out because he quickly jumped in with, "I'm fourty-eight."

"Oh, wow, you don't look fourty-eight, at all, sir. Maybe like, thirty-five at the most," the twink told this older Daddy who sure as hell did not look thirty-five years old.

The Daddy didn't care. He took the compliment and then they shamelessly began to flirt with each other as the Daddy needlessly asked the twink about every item on the menu.

That's when I received a message from the Tinder goddess I had planned on fucking earlier.

"Hey Manolo, so I know I said I'd be busy earlier, but I'm done now, and I'm down to meet in an hour, if you're still free and down to have some fun." It ended with a devil emoji.

Fuck.

We had just sat down, and I didn't know how long we'd be there, and I still had this Daddy's cum slowly dripping out of me, and I thought about it, I really did, but then I thought about what this Daddy had just said, that it was never enough, and it was true, so why fight it?

"See you soon," I replied to her just as the twink was asking me what I would like to order.

I told him my order, and then he left.

"So, are you on the down low?" the Daddy asked me.

"Not really," I told him. "I'm bisexual, and I fuck around with both, but I don't announce it on my profile since it usually leads to uncomfortable questions."

"Yeah, I get that."

He then told me about himself, and I told him about myself, and we continued talking and eating for thirty minutes when I received another message from the Tinder goddess.

Shit.

She wanted to meet for a drink at the same restaurant I was in.

"What's wrong?" the Daddy asked.

"I'm going to have to go soon," I told him.

We had finished eating already, so he called the twink and asked for the check.

"I hope you guys had a really good time," he told us, then he winked at the Daddy, and then he proceeded to shamelessly flirt with him about this and about that before finally bouncing that bubble-booty away.

Daddy signed, and I made it a point to see how much he tipped: $50.

Goddamn, I worked harder than he did, shit, I gave him a pearl necklace, and my meal was worth a lot less than $50.

We walked out and we heard the twink call out behind us.

"Bye, thank you so much, and come back soon!"

It was fifteen minutes until I had to come back to meet the Tinder goddess, so I decided to tell Daddy I would walk home and simply take a walk around the block to pass the time.

"It was nice meeting you," he told me. "I do hope I get to see you again."

"You know how to reach me," I told him, then we hugged goodbye before he got in his car and drove away.

I was walking down the street, and I was about to turn the corner, when a car at the intersection lowered its window, and, within, I saw the goddess from Tinder.

"Manolo!" she yelled, and she waved from her car and pointed to the restaurant down the street, so I turned around and headed back.

We met at the parking lot that I had just left a few minutes ago.

"Hi, nice to meet you," she told me, and she kissed my cheek and hugged me.

"Nice to meet you, too," I told her. "I got here early so I was just walking around the block."

"I like being early, too," she started. "My dad always taught me that if you're early, you're on time, and if you're on time, you're late, so here I am."

"Shit, by that logic, I'm usually late then," I told her, "I'm only early because I walked here and wanted to give myself enough time."

"Well, don't worry, I'll give you a ride home after our drinks," she said, and she put her hand on my arm and smiled.

She was beautiful.

"Let's go in," I told her.

The vibes were right. I could feel it. She was open, approachable, easy to talk to, and so beautiful, much more so with her vivid personality, something that pictures have a hard time translating.

If she was like this in the streets, I knew she'd be a freak in the sheets, and I smiled at the thought of all the fun I would continue to have on this day when reality came crashing down in the form of the bouncing twink.

"Back so sooooon?" he asked in a sassy, singsongy tone and with a wide-ass grin.

"You were here?" she turned to ask me.

"Yesterday," I said quickly.

"Yeah, he was here with his daddy."

The fucking balls on this twink, I swear.

I made a mental note to come back and fuck the shit out of him.

"Oh," she said.

"Right this way," said the twink, grinning.

All I could think was fuck!

I wasn't wrong to think that the twink would be trouble.

The bar was full, so he led us to a high table right next to the bar, and asked us what we would like to drink.

"I'll take whatever's on draft," she said right away, and when they both looked at me, I didn't have time to think so I said, "I'll have the same."

"Can I see some ID, please?"

She handed him hers, and he nodded, then I showed him mine, and he raised an eyebrow, pretended to cautiously compare the ID with my face, and he finally said, "you look better with a beard," and bounced away.

That bastard.

"I think he likes you," she told me. "Should we take him with us?"

My mouth fell open.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," she backtracked with her hands up.

I laughed. I was starting to really like this girl, to think that maybe, just maybe, she could be more than just a fuck, and that's when the twink bounced back.

"Here are your drinks. Can I get you anything else? We have appetizers if you don't want a full meal, and we also have dessert," and this he said looking straight at me, "just in case you already ate."

I could feel myself turning red, and she noticed and just chuckled and played it off, and told him we were fine with just the drinks.

"Alright," he said, "Just let me know if you need anything."

"I think he really likes you," she said again.

I quickly changed the topic, and I focused on her, and we began to drink.

I brought up her likes, and things I had seen on her profile, and we talked about who she was and who she wanted to be, and when I had finished the entire glass of beer, I was bold enough to say, "you really look like you'd be a fucking freak in bed."

Now her mouth fell, but then she quickly grinned, and then she said, "you have no fucking idea."

Oh shit, my cock sprang up to attention, and I shifted in my seat, and I had to rearrange my bulge, and then I said, "tell me more, you little minx."

She told me about her first time, and I was like, what the fuck, but so fucking turned on, and then she told me about the time she skipped a final exam to jack herself off in the restroom of the humanities building because her boyfriend had not made her cum, and then she told me about how she fucked her professor, even though she already had an A, simply because he was the smartest man she knew, and she was bored of all the dumb fucks she had been having lately, and then she told me about all the fantasies that were still yet to come.

The twink came back when my cock was at my hardest, and that motherfucker made no attempt to hide that he was looking, with the table being so high.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"We're about to go fuck. Can we have the check, please?" she told him, and now his mouth fell open, and he said, "right away, ma'am," and brought it back real quick.

"That was fucking hot," I told her.

"Tip him a dollar," she told me. "It's always best to leave them wanting more."

I did as I was told. I tipped the twink a dollar, and we left before he could even notice.

She drove in a frenzy, and she asked me to whip out my cock and play with myself as she drove, and I obliged, and she said, "that's a nice cock. I can't wait to have it inside me," and then she unbuttoned her pants and stuck her hand inside and started to finger her pussy.

There we were, both of us touching ourselves at a stoplight, when a cop stopped right next to us. He did a double-take, and all we did was stare, and all he did was stare, and the cars behind had to honk for us to go because the light had already turned green, and before the cop sped off, he flashed us a thumbs up.

We reached my apartment and rushed inside without talking because now it was our bodies that wanted to do the talking, and they had so much to say, until finally we made it into my bedroom, where I had just fucked a Daddy to completion and given him a pearl necklace, and there I was about to rip her clothes off when she slapped my hands away and told me to let her do it.

She pulled down her pants, and where I was expecting to see some sexy, lacy panties modestly covering the hole of her sex, I saw instead that she wore nothing, and in an instant she was free like an animal, and her bush was bushy, just the way it was supposed to be because, as she told me, it kept her pussy wet and warm the way she liked it.

I grew weak at the sight. I fell to my knees, I kissed the smoothness of her stomach, it was so soft, then I caressed my cheek with the softness around her belly button, and my hands went around her and they could barely take hold of each of her big ass cheeks, and I pulled them apart and I used my fingers to tease her asshole by circling, by tapping, by pretending that I was trying to push all the way through, and she began to moan.

I began to lick, kiss, and lightly bite at her navel, right at the edge of where her pubic hairs began, and she moaned louder, almost like a howl, as she pressed my head against her navel and slid her fingers through my hair, curling and uncurling them and pulling as she did, and it seems she couldn't wait any longer because her other hand went in between her legs and came out pulling strings of her wetness and she shoved her dripping, wet fingers into my mouth.

"Eat my pussy," she said, more of a warning than a command because she then grabbed the back of my head and pushed it straight into her slit. My tongue slipped into her, and the tip of my nose touched the tip of her clit, and I took in this goddess, I took in as much of her taste and as much of her smell as I could possibly take in, and she was divine.

"Keep eating," she told me, and God, I feasted, but still, she wanted more because she took one of my fingers that lingered around her asshole and she shoved it into her pussy, and so I thought she wanted to be fingered there, but no, she only wanted to slick my finger, she wanted it wet, because she then pushed my finger into her asshole, and told me to stop playing with it and to start fucking it instead.

Who was this goddess, I wondered, as I finger-fucked her asshole and ate out her pussy. Soon my other hand found its way up to her tit, and now this goddess had granted me the holy trifecta, and when I thought I was in heaven already, it turns out I was just outside, by the entrance, because it wasn't until she used her foot to stroke my aching and unattended cock that I finally went through the pearly gates.

Eating her pussy was a trifecta in itself because how could I choose among the lips that so delicately covered the pearl that was her clit and the small opening of her slit? I could not, so I gave equal attention to all three, and when it came to her pussy lips, I kissed them and I bit them with my own lips, and I enjoyed the roughness of the texture of her pussy hairs, and when it came to her clit, first I went around it and licked and pressed at the base of her clit, and then I used the flat of my tongue and I pressed it against the entirety of her clit, and I lightly lapped in one direction and then another and I used her moans as a guide to her pleasure, and finally, when it came to her slit, I slid my tongue in and I tasted her, and I tongue-fucked her, and I focused my licking at the edges of her slit and she told me to outline her pussy with my tongue, and I did as I was told.

Her asshole was throbbing, tightening around my finger as I thrusted into her, and releasing the tiniest bit as I pulled back, and her ass cheeks bounced against my hand from the face-fucking she was giving me, and then, very firmly she told me to fuck her with two fingers now, and I did as I was told.

Her tits were full and round, her nipples stiff and girthy, and I was trying to be gentle with them but she told me to pinch and to pull on them and I did as I was told.

My cock, oh my cock, had never been jacked off by a foot, but she made it seem as easy as using a hand, yes, this goddess had technique, because she pushed it against my stomach and using the flat of her foot but especially the top of her sole where it turned to her toes, she used that part to rub the length of my cock up and down and then she would tell me to spit on my dick to get it more wet and I did as I was told.

When she had enough, she told me to lay on my back and let her service my cock with her mouth, and I laid in the same spot and in the same way that I had laid that older Daddy a bit earlier, and she went to work.

She ate my cock like a ravenous animal.

I looked down at her, and I saw that she was looking up at me, with an intense stare, like that of lioness ready to pounce, and it scared me, so I looked up instead, and there I was, lying on my back, enjoying this wild animal of a woman eat my my cock all wet, engorged, and ready to burst, when she pulled her glorious mouth away, grabbed both my legs and brought them up, told me to hold my knees and keep them tight against my chest, and I did as I was told, then she pulled my cock forward and pointed it straight at her pussy as she lowered herself slowly onto the entire length of my cock, she straddled me in a way I've never been straddled before, and I went insane at the warmth and the wetness and the tightness around my shaft, and somehow she was able to control the tightness because I felt her tightening and loosening and my cock was begging, building, bursting, but she told me, "don't you dare cum, I'm not done with you yet."

She was fucking me, as I later found out, in the Amazon position.

At this point I lost all control, I lost all sense of myself, of who I was, what I was, all I knew was pleasure, and all I was was pleasure, and I felt myself bursting but I held back for dear life, I held back because I was about to cum inside this goddess, I was about to fill her up and impregnate her, and as much as I wanted to let go, I knew I couldn't, I knew I shouldn't, and then her face broke through my ecstasy and I saw her intention as deep as I was inside her, I saw that she wanted to break me, that she wanted me to fill her up, I knew she wanted my cum, and with one final thrust, she squeezed my cock and said, "let me milk you, baby," and finally I let go, I released all of my soul, all of my milk, I released my entirety inside of her.

I came, and I came hard, and I convulsed as load after load pulsed out of me and into her, and she was not stopping, no, she started going faster, and with my moans and with her howls you could hear the schlip, schlop, schwash, schleck coming from her dripping pussy, and with how she started pushing herself deeper into me I knew she was close, and all I could do was pull on my own hair because my cock was now so sensitive and she was still fucking it without stopping, until finally she slowed her thrusting and her legs began to shake and I felt her pussy violently throb around my sensitive cock and when the waves of her orgasm finally passed, she let herself go and fell on top of me.

"Fuck," she said in my ear, "you're delicious."

I gave her a light kiss, and I considered asking her out on another date, and that's when she got a message on her phone and got up quickly to check it.

She made no effort to freshen up, and cum was dripping down her inner thigh as she pulled up her pants and said, "I have to go."

"Wait," I told her. "Let me at least get you some Plan B. It's the least I can do. I have some in my closet."

"You're so sweet," she told me, "but I can get my own Plan B," but then she started chuckling.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"It's just funny how the universe works," she said as she was about to walk out my door. "My plan B is offering me plan B. I think that's hilarious."

And then she was gone.

I couldn't help but laugh. The universe does work in mysterious ways.

I went back to my room, and the moment I hit my bed, the moment I was giving thanks to the universe for not letting me strike out, not just once, but twice, I got a message on Grindr.

It was two photos, a frontal, and a backside, both of which I had imagined earlier that day, but now their realness was staring me in the face, and my cock stirred back to life.

There was just the one question after the photos:

"What do I have to do to earn that big tip of yours?"

It really was never enough.