Chapter 2

To Terry’s relief and arousal, the man behind him was as sexy as his voice. He was about Terry’s height, but Terry still had to look up to meet his eyes. Those eyes flashed with something more than the reflection of the strobe light, and when he smiled he had a cocksure curve to his lips. The club lights also illuminated the streaks of white in his tousled hair and trimmed beard.

This guy is halfway to being a silver fox. But hey, if this is the best I’m gonna do tonight, I am not complaining.

“Well, well,” the handsome older man said, trying to keep his voice seductive yet loud enough to be heard. “You’re even more stunning up close.” He stroked his beard while he surveyed Terry’s face. “In case you wanted to know the name you’ll be moaning soon, it’s Kyle.”

And he is confident to all hell. Fucking yes, this is exactly what I wanted. Oh, God, please make him a power bottom, too. I know it’s not my birthday, but c’mon.“And the name you’llbe screaming is Terry,” Terry replied.

Kyle nodded in approval, his smile widening from ear to ear. “Terry. Seems I’ve hit the jackpot.” Grabbing Terry by the front of his shorts, he leaned in and said right into his ear, “How about we finish this dance somewhere less crowded?”

Terry didn’t need to be asked twice. As they passed the bar, Paul, once again surrounded by suitors, gave Terry a grin and two thumbs up. Terry waved and followed Kyle to the hall which led to the bathrooms. Men shuffled or hustled past, but Kyle took Terry’s hand and wouldn’t let go. They wound up in a corner against the door to what Terry assumed was a broom closet. It was locked, however, so they had to make do with their out-of-the-way spot.

Kyle had his back to the door and both hands firmly grasping Terry’s ass. They kissed with reckless abandon. Kyle’s tongue tasted like tequila sunrise, but there was no drunkenness in his actions. He knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted, which is what Terry wanted. Picking up strangers was no fun if the other man simply let Terry dictate everything. Kyle matched the force of Terry’s kiss, the excited pace of his breath, the rigidity of his cock. Terry wanted to fuck him then and there, but even he wasn’t about to whip it out in public.

“Want to see if there’s a free stall?” Kyle asked, nodding at the restroom door over Terry’s shoulder.

Terry nodded. However, they were out of luck. The single handicapped stall was already in use, and by the sounds of it they weren’t the first pair to have need of it. The rest were either likewise occupied or in such filthy conditions that the smell alone killed some of Terry’s buzz. Meanwhile, Kyle couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and the way he touched and teased Terry made waiting seem impossible.

“My car is in the lot out back,” Terry suggested. “It might be a bit more comfortable than a stall anyway.”

Kyle gave him another squeeze on the ass. “You name the place, and I’ll follow this pretty ass anywhere.”

They wound through the crowds to the front door. Terry could have sworn that more men were looking at him now that he was taken, or perhaps they were impressed that he had snagged an older beauty. He smirked and held his chin high. They had had their chance, but Kyle had spoken up loud and clear, and he was everything Terry had come looking for. All the men in the club could line up and beg him for nothing but a kiss and he would gladly ignore them in favor of this man who was already craving him.

Terry was parked between a large SUV and a beat-up old sedan. His 5-door Impreza had a few dents in the front bumper, but those were there when Terry bought it, and otherwise it looked downright sleek and sporty compared to its neighbors. Kyle nodded in approval.

“It certainly is more roomy than a bathroom stall,” he said. “But how far back does the front passenger seat go?”

“Why don’t I show you first hand?” Terry asked with a grin. He opened the door and bent over to reach the adjustment bar.

Kyle took the opportunity to grind against Terry’s ass some more. “Mmm, and you’ve got a manual, too. Very nice. I do love a man who can handle stick…”

Terry pushed back and relished the feel of the friction between them for a moment. “Oh, God,” he moaned. “Is that all you or did you stuff a few rolls of quarters in your pocket tonight?”

“Oh, it’s all me. Let me prove it.” Kyle stepped back and unzipped his pants. Pulling down the waistline of his briefs, he uncovered one of the juiciest uncut cocks Terry had seen since returning to the States. Kyle noticed Terry’s admiring stare and started stroking himself. “Your turn, hot stuff. Show me what you’ve got.”

There were a few people staggering around the lot, but Terry didn’t think they were close enough or sober enough to see what was going on. With an air of confidence, Terry unzipped his shorts and pushed them and his boxers to his knees. Kyle’s jaw dropped a little, making Terry smile. He had wondered for a while whether he should introduce himself in clubs as, “Terry, Aries, seven inches,” to more accurately advertise himself. However, saving the surprise for later was worth it, if only for the reactions he got. He was especially proud of the manscaping job he had done before he left, which accentuated his features.