Three shots of bourbon later, and I was a very happy boy. I was also draped all over Rodney’s chest on the dance floor.
“You have such a nithe, uh nice, firm chest,” I slurred into his tight T-shirt, rubbing my face back and forth to feel the definition there.
“That I do. Comes from working construction all these years.” Rodney had his well-muscled arms around my waist. Actually, they were holding me up since I was kind of wobbly from the alcohol. I was a total lightweight.
“Mmmm. God, you feel good. Smell good, too. I’ve always liked your smell.” I took a deep breath, and then sucked on one of his n*****s through his T-shirt. I always got flirty when I drank.
“Whoa, there, lover boy.” Rodney lifted one arm from my waist to fist my hair and pull my mouth away from his chest. That only
