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I stared at him, wondering how he was recovering from what we’d just done upstairs, and whether or not he realized it was me. He can’t have done, otherwise I assumed he would’ve said something. Sam didn’t seem the type to keep quiet about revelations. “Is that why you like it here?” I asked. “You get to walk around, perv on people and get off to it when you’re home?”
He laughed. “No, I usually just take it upstairs,” he said. “I pick someone giving off BDE and then I ride them until either their dick comes off, or I cum, whichever happens first.”
I was ready to give my testimonial to that, he definitely rode dick like he was racing in the Kentucky Derby. “Wow,” was all I could muster. “I’m guessing that makes you a bottom.”
“I thought that was obvious.”
“Oh, very. I was just making sure.” The temptation to ask to see these skills was high, but I stopped myself. I didn’t want to spoil the surprise that I was the mysterious man behind the mask.
“I like to be honest, so I’ll let you know now that I just had sex with someone,” he said. “In case you were wondering.”
“Right. Well, I didn’t want to presume anything.”
He slurped at the bottom of the glass with ice. There was nothing left. “And kinks do you have then?”
“Not to sound corny, but I love being watched, and I like what I consider demon twinks.”
“Demon twinks?”
“Yeah, feral, the type of twink to post their entire hole on the internet under a post of a dick,” I said. I knew the type very well. They were under most of my posts.
He smacked his lips. “I don’t get my porn from the internet,” he said. “I go for the real thing, or nothing at all. And failing that, I have a very good memory I can play with myself over.”
I didn’t know if he was lying, because almost everyone like him was online. “Like, ever?”
“Listen, internet porn is a disease. I’m a Capricorn, you’re not going to change my mind about this. I’m what you might call stubborn.”
This was flirting, and that was an invite. “You’re missing out.”
“What does a top need to be watching porn for when you have a sea of hungry bottoms?” he said, gesturing with a hand to the people around. And he was mostly wrong because the bar was full of tops plucking the courage to visit the bottoms in one of the many playrooms.
“Who said I watch it?” I was dropping hints.
“Then you make it.” And Sam was picking them up. “What’s your star sign? I wanna know what type of top you are?”
I had a feeling he knew the type of top I was. “I’m a Taurus, the bull.”
Sam jaw turned slack before sinking his teeth into his lip. “Two earth signs. That could be a disaster.”
“How so?” I asked. “Should we grab another drink and talk about it?”
“Is this how you plan on getting into my pants?”
I chuckled. He had no idea. “Nope, I’m purely curious about your thoughts.”
At the bar, Sam made sly comments about the bartenders not doing a good job, cracking me up in laughter, and in the same breath as his jokes, he’d offered up a second meeting where he’d make me a drink of choice, any drink.
As we sat in a darkened corner table with our mixed vodka and cranberry drinks, I felt the pull to him grow stronger. Usually, once I’d had sex with someone, the draw vanished, but Sam still didn’t know, and part of that excited me.
“You were telling me about whether we’re compatible,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, we’re not,” he said. “Two earth signs are asking for trouble. You’re a bull.”
“I’m hung like a what?”
“In your dreams you are,” he said, his hand playfully on my thigh, squeezing.
“In my dreams I’m being chased by this hungry demon twink trying to show me his tight, shaved hole,” I said, it had been a nightmare, and once a reality, but far less of a horror than the nightmare. “Wait, was that you in my dream?” I followed suit, placing my hand on his thigh, a little further in than he was on mine, rubbing my fingers across the fishnets.