Stan took a sip and shuddered. “It’s definitely not beer.”
“Um, no.” Nick couldn’t help grinning.
“But it’s not bad,” Stan said after taking another sip. He put the glass down, then asked, “What do you do?”
“You mean when I’m not talking to a nice young man? I own an advertising agency. How about you?”
“Nothing that exciting. I work at a men’s store at the mall.”
Nick chuckled. “Better than flipping burgers, for damned sure.”
“No kidding.”
They continued chatting for a while before Stan asked Nick if he liked to dance. When Nick admitted he did, they made their way to the dance floor. It didn’t take long until they mutually decided they wanted more than the body contact they were already experiencing. “If we keep this up, I’ll be screwing you here and now,” Nick said, his hands gripping Stan’s tight ass while their already hard cocks rubbed together, separated only by the fabric of their jeans.