𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘀

“It doesn't matter. If you want, we can go for a walk...”

He reluctantly looked up and turned his gaze to Tsathoggua's eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment with a nervous smile.

“N-no! I mean... I didn't mean that...”

He needed something to calm down, so he finished his coffee, took the last bite of cake, and cleared his throat. Hadn't Tastho heard what he had just said? At least he was relieved; he wouldn't say something stupid like that again. >

"Well... I'd like to invite you to my house. I really like you, Tsatho."

He still didn't look him in the eye. He was a man with social deficiencies.

"Um... Hm... 'Direct,' right? Hmrr..."

He watched Tsatho's spoon brush against his, as if they were about to take the same piece of cake. He didn't know how to face this man. He felt like a child about to hand his bad grades to his father. >

“Now that I'm retired, I'd like to have some social life and well... I'd like to start with you. You're very kind, I feel I can trust you and, if I may say so, you're quite handsome.”

"I would barely finish teaching when I got home and had to prepare the schedule for the next day, grade exams... I didn't even have time to chat with my neighbor.

A sip of coffee. Cappuccino, his favorite. >

“Oh, well, I guess it's because I haven't talked to an adult in a long time. I told you I was a teacher for a long time, right?”

He took bite after bite of his cake. There was no rush or need to leave. >

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- Dominant, Top

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- (N) sfw

“It's just that they all ask for a photo of my... well, ‘that’... All they care about is size, they don't want to know anything else about men.”

“Sorry, young man, but I don't go around asking other people about the size of their manhood.”

The Mabosstiff protested with a grunt, sliding his finger across the screen in search of the ideal candidate. >

Of course, he paid the bill. He was a gentleman.

“Take the first bite and tell me how it is. I'm sure you'll love it.”

“Let's go.”

With a faint smile, the Mabosstiff closed the door and together they headed for the café.

Inside, they chose the most secluded and quiet table in the place: Grumps placed the order and, when it arrived, asked for an extra piece of cake for Tsathoggua. >

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘-𝗗𝗢𝗚 𝗗𝗨𝗢!
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👈 ᗩᒍᗩ᙭. ᴄollege ꜰreshman, 20
• ʙisex (ꜰemale ʟean)
• ᴅumb ᴀs ʙricks, ʜot ᴀs ʜell

👉 𝕭𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖘. 𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯. 43
• ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ 'ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ 2009'
• ʙisex (ᴍale ʟean)

But there was still time to fix the situation.

"Well, if you want we can go to the cafeteria together."

It would be a very pleasant ride.

"It’s not far from my house. It’ll be just ten minutes."

He made it look like a date, and Grumps was excited.

"The cafeteria? But what...?"

Then the mastiff noticed and checking his phone saw that the address he sent was his home, not the cafeteria.

"Damn this junk!"

He returned with Tsatho somewhat embarrassed.

"Sorry, I don’t understand this device and have sent you my location by mistake....." >

He even applied foam to his thick mustache to keep it soft.

"Coming!"

He didn't know who it was when surprise took hold of his face.

"Tsatho? W-what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?"

Then he heard a knock at the door. He didn't even notice the phone because he was so focused on making himself look handsome for that man.

With plaid pants, a light blue shirt, and a darker tie, he was all set. All that was left was his gray diamond-patterned cardigan and his brown shoes. >

After learning about the kind of people who used those types of apps, Grumps was overcome with insecurity.

And he grumbled again.

"I don't want to. Those guys just want to know the size of my dick. They're so superficial..."

"I'll send you the location."

Grumps was technologically inept and didn't really understand how certain features worked, so when he thought he was sending the ubication of the cafe, he accidentally sent his home address instead, and didn't realize it.

"I'll meet you there".

"Yes of course, let's meet there."

Upon receiving the photo, Grumps smiled in the privacy of his solitude. He was a handsome man.

He saved the photo immediately. It was his first friend in a long time.

>

📱: "Hi, I’m Grumps, would you like to meet this afternoon? I’m free."

He knew the best cafe where they served some homemade cakes that everyone talked about very well, and he knew that Tsathoggua would like it.

He felt like a teenager.

"Of course it is."

Grumps seemed quite animated after that impromptu encounter. He read Tsatho’s message and sent him a greeting emote and a dog. The mastiff was clumsy with his phone.

When he arrived in the evening, it was him who sent a message. >

"A picture... of me?"

As if by reflex, he straightened his whiskers. He wanted to look handsome in front of that man.

"I-I hope look good; today I haven’t foamed my whiskers..."

"Well, if you behave well it will not be necessary, hahaha."

It would be curious to imagine that scene.

"Tsatho, right? I have an appointment with the doctor but I'd like to talk to you again... if you want. You want me to give you my number and we’ll have another coffee?"

'Cute name...' was going to answer the Mabosstiff but as soon as he heard the feline again became ashamed, avoiding the look of him.

"Yeah, yeah.. it’s not the first time I’ve heard something like that. The truth is that brats are a bit rare... How can you like older ones having boys of your age?"

"How hard it is to find a date, damn it..."

With another growl he held the phone.

"Thanks for the help, young man. What’s your name?"

"I thought they weren’t going to be so exquisite!"

The old hound grumbled annoyingly but also ashamed of the ridicule he was making before the boy.

"On top they think we are like a menu card!

Damn children...! Well, I don’t have a small dick but they're going to stay without knowing!"

Talking to Tsatho was very comfortable for him.

"If you want I can give you lessons to refresh your memory, hahah."

The mastiff had noticed the tension in his words so he decided to let it go.

"He taught history. At the beginning of my career I was in Literature but seeing how these brats were sleeping with my classes, I had fun hitting them on the head with the book so I went to History." >