The mysterious stranger pulled Matt close. His arms wrapped around Matt's waist. He could feel the muscles rippling against his skin. Matt made a small noise in the back of his throat.
The stranger laughed. "You like that, Matty?" He leaned in close, cold lips brushing against Matt's ear, "Now dance."
Matt did as he was told. He bent down in the twerk position and began to pop his booty to the rhythm of the music against Stranger's clothed crotch. The music picked up pace and Matt started to move faster. Stranger grabbed Matt's hips and brought him back close against him, lips going to Matt's ear again.
"Let's get out of here, yeah? Just you and me?"
The question lingered in the air for a few seconds. Matt started to blush. Was this what he wanted? If he went home with the man, there was no doubt in his mind what would end up happening. The thought of it was making Matt squirm. He wasn't really sure if he was ready to take that step yet, especially with a stranger. Matt was extra virgin olive oil as fuck. He had never even seen dick before. Not even his own. But something in him felt different today. He wanted this stranger like he had never wanted anything before, and it was obvious the stranger wanted him too.
Matt leaned back so he could whisper back into Stranger's ear. "Yeah. Let's go."
