"Something on your mind?"

He looks down at his still lowered trousers, flushes a bit, then leans down to pull them up. "Nothing, Mr. Kaltmann. I hope you have a—fun—evening."

"...Did you want to come with me? Because I wasn't expecting company, but it's not like I'm gonna turn you away, you're great."

"I'm sure I wouldn't want to impose," he says, primly, tucking his softening cock back into his trousers and zipping up.

"Oh, for-"

Ari kisses him again.

"You're great. I like you. If you want to come with me while I seduce a bunch of guys and maybe man a gloryhole, that'd be great."

He flushes. "That would be—probably more interesting that what I had been planning."

"Come on, then, let's go. Oh, do you want a plug so you don't drip in your pants?"

"A what?" he asks, sounding bewildered but drawing conclusions from the name.

Ari rummages through his capacious backpack, then comes up with a reasonably sized buttplug. "I cum a lot. You might be kind of drippy for a while."

He blinks at that thing. Then decides to undo his trousers again—nothing has dripped yet—and turn around and bend over. "Get it over with, Mr. Kaltmann."

Ari slides it in slowly. Eric's hole closes over the bulb, leaving the flared base visible between his cheeks. Ari pats it firmly, then pulls up Eric's pants and buttons them.

The base of the plug isn't quite visible through the pants, though there's a suggestion in the cloth that there might be something there.

He shudders when Ari does that and his cock reacts, but he just came so it doesn't quite get up. "Thank you, Mr. Kaltmann, that was very kind of you."

"Thoughtful to a fault, that's me."

Ari slings an arm around Eric's shoulders and leads him out of the alley towards the nearest gay bar.

Eric notices Ari hasn't zipped him up.

Eric might get another boner from walking next to the gorgeous god that is Ariel Kaltmann and it might show through his zipper.

Eric thinks this is alright, tonight.

Ero Environmental Resistance increased by 1!

Cute Cold Resistance increased by 1!

The gay bar is unusually full, and people are unusually dressed even for a gay bar. Stark naked Ari still draws looks—lots of looks, in fact—but the next least covered person is wearing only a mesh jockstrap and boots, so he's not completely out of place, there. Eric's nice slacks and button up shirt are definitely on the more prudish side, and he is very intent on not staring at the men there. He does squeeze the plug in nervousness a bit, though.

Walking to and arriving at the gay bar stark naked with no one commenting on this fact has increased your ERO stat by 1!

Ooh, mesh. Ari bites his lip absently.

"They wouldn't dress like that if they didn't want you to look at them," he whispers to Eric.

"Speaking from experience, are we, Mr. Kaltmann?"

"Yep." Ari winks at the nearest person eyeing his junk.

Nearest person eyeing his junk is a guy in leathers tight enough to make his growing boner at seeing Ari very noticeable. He smirks back at him.

Ari kisses Eric on the cheek. "I'm gonna hit on that leather guy, okay?"

"I'm sure you don't need my permission to go hit on whomever you might like, Mr. Kaltmann." He's pleased by the kiss anyway.

Ari pats Eric's ass again, being sure to tap the plug, and walks over to the guy in leathers. "Like what you see, huh?"

Eric has perhaps gotten aroused enough by this interaction that some of his dick is showing through. Someone else notices this and walks up to him to chat him up.

"Who wouldn't? Takes some courage, 'specially in this weather." He's openly eyeing Ari's dick.

Aw, good for Eric.

"I grew up here. It's never too cold to show off a little. Or a lot, as the case may be."'

His cock grows under the direct inspection. "Aw, look, he's waking up. Somebody ought to show him some love."

Leather dude grins even more widely. "Wanna come with me to the men's room?"