A Date with the Sissy (gay sissy anal)

Macho gay jock Kyle's always said that he'll try anything once.  He's had a taste for androgyny, for cross dressing, for a while, but it's only now that he dares to take that extra step and find slim sissy guy Gabby on a dating website.  When they meet up to see a movie, the sexual tension crackles between them almost immediately.  Will they be able to control their passions until the date is over and they're safely back in someone's apartment?

This 4,000 word gay sissy erotica story is suitable for adults only and contains feminization, dirty talk, cross dressing, hard anal sex, and a blockbuster movie.

Excerpt:

The movie started with a bang, literally, and we both winced at the explosion of brightness from the screen.  We didn't want it to be too light in the theater, after all.  And we even watched it, with some interest, for about fifteen minutes, poking each other excitedly when Chris Haverford appeared on screen without his shirt.

And then I felt Gabby's hand on my chest.  Caressing, exploring, investigating, awakening the nerves as my thin shirt dragged and bunched over my skin.  “Wow”, he said.  “Do you live in the gym, or what?”

I began squeezing gently at his shoulder, slipping my hand under the fabric of his dress, marvelling at how smooth his skin was.  “Yeah”, I said.  “I rent out a little camp bed under the weights bench.  Saves time and money.”

“Oh, it feels like it”, he said, hand ranging further over my torso.  “Um, what's happening?”

“You're touching me up in a theater”, I hissed seductively into his ear.
“On the screen, doofus”, he giggled.

“Hell if I know”, I said.  “Shame.  It looks like a decent movie, too.  Chris Haverford's put his shirt back on, though.”

I heard a strange rattling noise, or I thought I did, at least; but then I shook my head and put it out of my mind.  “So, are you going to concentrate on the screen?” I said.

“Naw”, he said, after a moment's thought.  “I've got something way better to think about here...”

Fingers.  Firm, sure fingers working their way inside my shirt.  Cool fingers?  Aaah!  His spare hand shot up and clamped itself over my mouth.

“Don't scream yet, you big dumb jock” said Gabby.  “There's plenty of time for that later.”

My lips pressed into his hand.  It wasn't strong, but it was very agile, and it muffled my shouts.  The bastard had taken an ice cube out of his soda and was playing it across my vulnerable, sensitive nipple!  I threw my head back and screwed up my eyes, mumbling into his hand, as the sensations zapped through my body.

My cock was waking properly now, hardening to its full, proud length, straining at the fabric of my pants.  Gabby happened to look down, and giggled.  “Naughty boy”, he said.  “That's rude!  Didn't your mother teach you not to get boners in a movie theater?  Put it away at once.”

And of course, between his words and his actions with the ice, that was the last thing that was going to happen.  Quite the opposite, in fact.  My cock got harder and harder, and the bulge got larger and larger, and I got more and more horny.

I tried to concentrate on the movie.  It was a good movie!  But it was a hopeless endeavor.  Gabby continued to work me over without mercy right up until the final shot of the picture, and then immediately sprang upright, a picture of ladylike innocence.