I thought my first date with a man would be interesting or fun, but...fuck, it's fucking awful.

Am I really old enough to be dating? God no. I'm 17. But I'm also horny, I want to experiment, and Tindr is a thing. It had been easy for me to set up my profile-- a quick snap of my twink-ish otter features, a quick omission about my age and some quirky remark about how fun I am, and I was drowning in matches. I got chatty with an older guy, in his 40's, who looked pretty hot from the photos. We agreed to meet up at KFC and then see where things go from there.

I'm regretting being here.

He looks nothing like in this photos. Was it the light? The angle? In his pictures, he had this really rugged, 'daddy' type of vibe-- he's a canine, but the fur around his muzzle is greying...that doesn't bother me, but he doesn't even look remotely in shape at all. The pictures made it seem like he was at least fit, perhaps even athletic, but I knew as soon as I met him that he was more like musclegut...he'd definitely let himself go since he took the photos. But that wasn't the worst part; the 'Oh God, Why The Fuck Am I Here' award goes to the way he's acting.

"H...How's the food? Filling you up, kiddo?" He's trying to act like my dad...and that just makes me think about my dad. At his question, I try my best not to cringe and instead shift in my seat, grinning awkwardly as I pick at the fried chicken in front of me. You know, it's actually pretty good-- probably the highlight of the date.

"Yeah, it's great," I tell him, feeling a bit sheepish as I admit what I say next. "My parents are kind of hard-asses, they don't like fast food...this is actually the first time I've had KFC."

"Oh!" The man leant back in his seat and visibly smacked his lips after stuffing his face with a small handful of fries. "So you're quite the rebel, huh? Does, uh...does daddy need to spank you?"

He leans forward as he speaks, keeping his tone to a hushed whisper. I think he probably thinks it'll turn me on and I squirm in my seat, but not from arousal. If anything, I just feel kind of nauseous. It's not like I wasn't expecting the daddy type, but...I can't explain why, but everything he's saying just rubs me the wrong way. That, and his openly lechrous gaze makes me a little bit uncomfortable as well, but I can shrug that off because, well, the point of meeting here is to hook up later. I don't really blame him for staring, either; I made an effort to look good today, and went for fairly stereotypical gay vibes-- a colourful shirt, shorts, flashy armbands...you name it.

"A rebel...I dunno," I awkwardly stumble through his cringy dirty talk. "They just don't like me going out and stuff."

"Do they know you're out right now?" The canine asks and visibly shifts in his seat, his eyes hungrily raking me up and down. I feel a bit put on the spot, but I can't really lie about it, so I shake my head. It's the truth-- I did kind of sneak out...or rather, I said I was going to a friend's house and came here, instead.

"Oh...that's hot." The man whispers as he leans forward and, once again, I feel a bit awkward. We're right in the middle of the restaurant, and I don't really want people to hear him, or pay attention to us, for that matter. I pick at the boneless chicken in the box in front of me and bring some to my mouth to eat. It's nice and crispy and hot...I'm so used to my parent's bland cooking that I feel beyond overjoyed at the taste of something that's spicy, but tasty. It's good. Real good.

For a little moment we sit in silence and eat and I'm thankful for the quiet; I don't know how much more I can take of his 'flirting'. He eats like an animal, snorting and burping and shifting in his seat often, as if he's struggling to get comfortable. He at least pats down the front of his muzzle with a napkin often enough to make him seem clean, but I just can't get over how his chest and gut bulge in his polo shirt. It wouldn't be such a huge turn off if he had the personality and charisma to back it up, but he just...doesn't.

"So, um, Cody," He says my name and gets my attention, having already finished his food. "Do you want to get out of here and go to my place? Or, uh...you know, daddy wouldn't mind a little somethin' somethin' under the table..."

"What?" My immediate response maybe isn't the best, but I'm both a little confused and also a little put off. The man shifts in his seat and he dips a hand beneath the table, as if alluding to something, and for a moment he just stares, his muzzle slightly parted, his eyes lidding over just a little.

"I'm all worked up for you, boy," He murmured, audibly enough for me to hear it across the table. "Why don't you slide on down and give daddy a little treat..."

"Um...no, I don't really..." I awkwardly try my best to work my way out of the situation and he seems to take the hint, quickly correcting himself.

"Sorry, I thought..." He begins, but then dismisses it. "Do you want to go back to the car?"

"I think I'm just going to go, actually." I'm not even really thinking about what I plan to do to get home, or how I'm going to explain to my parents why I've come back so early from being at my friend's house, but I need to get out of here. He's making me feel weird and I'd rather be anywhere else. The man sits there, stunned, as I pluck one of the pieces of crispy chicken from the box in front of me, awkwardly wave, and then turn. I try not to look back as I briskly walk down the tiles, but I can hear him calling after me, making a big deal about my departure.

"I bought you food, you fuckin' whore!" He calls out and I try my best not to wince. Once I get outside, I made it to the path and just walk, trying to get as far away as possible. I don't really want him to chase me down...but if he does, I have my phone. I can call someone.

Well, the date is a bust. My hope is that I don't see him again...but at least the food was nice.