Chapter 4: Mouth to Man
The Rawhide Bar & Grille
9:23 P.M.
He took one of my hands and drew it to his chest. He moved in close and licked his way up to my ear, then whispered, “Unbutton my shirt.”
I did as I was told. Good Bradley. Now I’d get a treat, just like a puppy learning to take a piss outside instead of on the kitchen floor. My curiosity was killing me, of course, and I was wondering exactly what kind of bone he was going to give me.
His ripped chest was covered in soft black fur, a total turn-on for me. His n*****s and pecs were firm. His puckered navel was lightly ringed in the same fur. “You know what to do now,” he said.
“What’s that?” I said, playing stupid. Sometimes it’s just the way to get exactly what you want.
“Touch it, man. Roll your palm over my torso.”
And so
