Chapter 4

“Not too bright is he?” Lex said to Trent. They both laughed loudly once more.

“Hey, guy,” Lex said, addressing the man again. “Count to three so’s we can wrestle for the tab.”

“Oh, okay, sure. Ready? One, two, three.”

Trent and Lex started straining, trying to get the other man’s hand to yield and hit the table. Both leaned forward, their faces a fraction of an inch apart.

Lex fought hard, not so much to win but to prolong the time his face was close to Trent’s, to feel the raw power of the man in his grip, and to inhale the musky body odor of sweat and strong drink. Lex’s dick, despite the alcohol in his system, responded by becoming so hard it hurt.

In the end, after several minutes of struggling, the match ended in a draw. The two men fell forward, face-down on the table, their hands still together. Trent reached up with his free hand and ruffled Lex’s hair.

“Nice match,” he said.

Lex relaxed into the man’s touch. His dick twitched.