Chapter 102

“Of course I do—he’s not you,” Adrian replied.

“What the helldoes that mean?”

“I’ve known you for years, man. Your dick has plugged so many holes, it’s a wonder it hasn’t fallen off. You don’t do monogamy.”

“Just because I don’t dothe couple thing doesn’t mean I’m not capable of it. It just doesn’t interest me, right now. I like variety, and I like ‘em young.” Sometimes, I wanted to wring Adrian’s neck. Brandon must be a saint.

“So you say.” Adrian took another sip. “Any prospects yet?”

I almost choked on my beer. “Since whenare you interested—?”

“I’m just curious, is all,” he replied, a small smile on his face. “I want to see the ass master at work. Show me how you do it.”

“You’ve picked up guys before. It’s no different than that, I’m sure.”

“Maybe. I just want to watch you in action, is all.” Yeah, so you can have something else to use against me.

“Whatever.”

Wiping my mouth, I surveyed the bar and took note of the prospects. The men in here right now were my age or just a little bit younger, which was unusual for this time of night.

“I don’t see anything yet.” I finished my beer.

“Really?” Adrian asked. “What about that guy over there leaning against the bar? He’s hot.”

I turned my head in the direction he indicated and checked the guy out. Yeah, he was handsome and slender, with his wavy brown hair, snug jeans and high, firm ass. He reminded me of Grant, actually. He even had dimples when he smiled. But he wasn’t what I wanted.

“Not tonight.”

“How so? Not young enough?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Uh-huh.” He scrutinized me for a minute. “What’s your deal with guys over a certain age?”

“What are you harping on about now?”

“Have you paid attention to your mirror lately, Trev? You’re no spring chicken, buddy. You may be tall and built rock solid. But no matter how good you are in the sack, or how ripped your muscles appear in tight shirts, pretty soon, even the young things will stop hooking up with you, unless they have a Daddy complex. Is that what you want? To be this pathetic letch preying on younger guys to make you feel like a big man?”

“It’s not something I worry about,” I retorted, though I probably did, somewhere deep down near my toenail.

“You should,” Adrian said.

“God, what is withyou tonight, Mr. High and Mighty? Just because your life is all peachy and perfect doesn’t give you the right to judge me. What works for you, what seems proper for you, may not work for everyone else. At least I’m honest about what I want. Any guy I’m with knows that, up front.”

I had to admit to myself, however…There were a couple of guys recently who’d said “thanks, but no thanks, old man” to me. I’d blown them off with a “your loss, honey” line and moved on to the next guy, but inside, it had hurt.

“One day, you’ll get it.” Adrian jumped a little in his seat, then reached into his pocket for his cellphone. He smiled and sent a quick text.

“Brandon’s home.” He put the phone away, then stood. “Thanks for the beer, man. Here’s hoping you find the secret to a long life in a young, tight ass tonight.” With a little wave, Adrian was gone.

I sat alone in the booth for a long time, lost in thought.

* * * *

“Goddamn, that’s the way!” I yelled as I pounded the very willing, tight hole of a guy no more than twenty-one in a bathroom stall, two hours later.

I had still been in a funk after Adrian’s departure, and was determined to fuck my way out of it. When Matt had walked in—or should I say, swung his hips by my booth, I had gotten up to follow.

“Buy you a drink?” I asked, as I leaned into his personal space.

He looked me over and said, “How about a fuck instead?”

“Done,” I replied, moving in to sample those pouty lips. He tasted like good sex should.

“Name’s Matt,” he gasped a few seconds later, after investigating my tonsils.

“Don’t care,” I responded. He chuckled as I pulled him into the bathroom and an empty stall, locking the door behind us.

Now, Matt was leaning against the wall above the toilet with both legs around my waist, panting through the driving rhythm as I gave him what for.

“That’s the way, Daddy!” he shouted. My rhythm faltered a little, and not because I was about to come. His words hit a little too close to home. God, why now?

Matt tightened his legs around my waist and clenched my dick with his hole. “Come on, sexy. Don’t stop! Give it to me good.”

I got my head back in the game and resumed the punishing pace from before. I pushed him harder into the wall, one of his hands holding onto my shoulder while the other gripped the top of the stall door.