Chapter 3
Tom just grinned. Lucas didn’t know him at all well, or he’d have realized Tom’s lack of height was deceiving. There had been a period of time when he and Josh had been out on the streets, and it had been Tom who’d kept them safe.
Josh bit his lip, looking concerned, and Tom didn’t want to upset him. If he stayed much longer, he’d be tempted to knock Lucas down, so instead he patted Josh’s arm. “I’m gonna get a drink and then see if I can find someone to take home with me, buddy. I’ll talk to you.” He kissed Josh’s cheek again, gave Lucas a curt nod, and strolled to the bar.
The bartender, another tall blond, smiled at him. “Hi, Tom. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Hi, Cris. You know how it is when the semester is in full swing.”
“Yeah, we get pretty busy here, too. Do you want your usual?”
“Sure.” Tom preferred Coke when he was on the prowl. He’d learned early his judgement wasn’t too keen if he’d had a few. Years ago he’d fucked a twink over a pool table as a result of too much alcohol and too little common sense, and he’d promised himself he’d never do that again. “Is Cliff here tonight?” he asked as he placed a couple of singles on the bar and accepted the glass of soda.
“I saw him in the back by the pool tables. Roger’s with him.”
“Thanks.” Tom raised his glass in a toast, took a sip, and made his way to the back of the pub, ignoring the hopeful looks cast his way.
A brunet of average height looked up from where he’d just made his shot and grinned. “Tom.”
“Hey, Cliff, Rog.”
“See anything you like?” Cliff’s grin broadened, and he set aside his pool cue to offer a hand.
“Actually…” Tom shook Cliff’s hand and gave Roger a nod, which he returned curtly—the pain in the ass. Tom had known the two leather daddies since he’d returned to Savannah some years before. They weren’t precisely friends, more like good acquaintances, but Tom had hopes Cliff would be willing to help out a fellow leather daddy. As for Roger, Tom wouldn’t trust him any farther than he could throw him.
“I’ve got my eye on that cute little redhead over there, so hands off.”
“No problem. Have you got a minute?”
“For you, buddy? Any time.” Well, that sounded promising. “What can I do you for?”
Tom drew in a breath. Okay, here went nothing. “Have you ever thought about…uh…bottoming?”
“No.”
“Never?”
“I’d never trust anyone enough. Why?” He gave Tom a suspicious look. “Have you?”
“I just thought it might be interesting to give the experience a try.”
“Yeah? Who do you expect to top you? Not one of us, I hope.” He exchanged glances with Roger.
“Why not?”
“Are you kidding? You’re the toppiest top we know. You’d never let anyone top you, not even from the bottom. Wait, you’re kidding, right?” Cliff laughed and slapped him on the back. “Good one, dude.”
“Yeah, just kidding.” Tom gave him a cool grin and raised his glass to conceal his disappointment. “You feeling up to a game of pool?”
“Thanks, but I think I’m gonna make my move.” Cliff handed Tom the pool cue he’d propped against the table, adjusted his package, and crossed to the other side of the dance floor, where the twink he’d had his eye on straightened and looked hopeful.
“Hey, Tom, you gonna play?” Roger looked like a hungry wolf eager for dinner. Did he honestly think Tom would let him anywhere near his ass?
“Sure.” It didn’t look like he was going to do anything else tonight, and it would give him some pleasure to beat this particular leather daddy. 2
Tom had planned to stay until closing, but his desire to have a cock up his ass turned out to be too much, so around midnight, he decided he might as well go on home.
He put away the Harley, changed out of his leathers, and while he looked at his favorite dildo, he wondered what the hell he was going to do about his problem. Sure the dildo could be enjoyable, but what he wanted to experience was a flesh and blood cock.
He set it aside and went to bed.
And he dreamed.
The start of the new semester at Pulaski and Jasper was always fun for Tom. He loved everything about it, from being assigned classes to scouring the bookstore for the books his professors chose. And although he wasn’t bulky enough to play football, he was stellar on the baseball diamond.