Chapter 4

“Hi, I’m Chuck,” the guy said, sliding in between O.B. and the man standing next to him. There wasn’t much space, so Chuck wound up being pressed against O.B. The boy’s head came up to just below O.B.’s chin, his chest tucked under the bigger man’s own, with O.B.’s hardening cock squeezed against his stomach.

The man standing next to them looked over his shoulder, shrugged, and moved away from the pair to give them more room, but Chuck didn’t move at first. He just stood and looked up into O.B.’s face with a big smile on his full, pouty lips.

O.B. returned the smile and said, “Hi yourself, I’m Sam.”

“Hi, Sam. Nice to meet you,” Chuck said, finally moving back slightly.

“How old are you anyway?” O.B. asked over the loud music.

“Wanna see my driver’s license?” Chuck retorted, faking a pout. Then he called to the bartender over O.B.’s shoulder. “Hey, Tim! Tell this big, handsome hunk I’m not jailbait.”