“Goddamn, that’s the way!” I yelled as I pounded the very willing, tight hole of a guy no more than twenty-one in a bathroom stall, two hours later.
I had still been in a funk after Adrian’s departure, and was determined to f**k my way out of it. When Matt had walked in—or should I say, swung his hips by my booth, I had gotten up to follow.
“Buy you a drink?” I asked, as I leaned into his personal space.
He looked me over and said, “How about a f**k instead?”
“Done,” I replied, moving in to sample those pouty lips. He tasted like good s*x should.
“Name’s Matt,” he gasped a few seconds later, after investigating my tonsils.
“Don’t care,” I responded. He chuckled as I pulled him into the bathroom and an empty stall, locking the door behind us.
Now, Matt was leaning against the wall ab
