Page 11 of Caged Hunger

“It’s okay. I always knew you liked my dick while we do threesome,” Niko added, pulling his friend in for a side hug.

“Again. We never actually had sex,” Blade huffed, pushing out from under Nikolai. “One of these days, Ace is going to get the wrong impression, and then he is going to come out and cut your balls off.”

Niko laughed. “That puny can’t reach my balls.”

Blade shook his head and glanced at Basher. “Good luck working with this one, man.” He pulled open the bar door, then stepped inside.

Basher chuckled. He liked these guys. They were chill, friendly, and didn’t have a problem with ribbing each other.

“Are you going to be alright if I head inside to take a leak?” Basher asked, reaching for the door.

Niko nodded; his attention was suddenly focused on a guy and a girl getting hot and raunchy on the hood of a car.

It was wild how a small, nothing town could be filled with so many hot and horny people, all looking for a way to get off.

Vegas, he understood. That was Sin City, and everyone went there in search of a good time. But Baton, New Mexico?

Stepping inside, the bar was no different. All around him was noise and chaos.

Basher couldn’t help but smile. This place reminded him of home.

As he moved through the bar, he watched women take shots, cheered on by burly men. There were couples making out in dark corners, while others played pool and took turns pouring pitchers.

The clientele at Ride ’em Hard was mostly bikers and wild chicks, or recently divorced men and women. There was something about getting divorced that made people want to go out and fuck a biker.

That was Basher’s experience, anyway.

He couldn’t count the number of recently divorced people who came to Vegas looking for biker cock. The amount of action his buddies got was almost laughable when you considered the number of hours in each day and a man’s ability for his balls to recharge.

As Basher walked through the bar, he passed a booth where a woman was dry humping her man. She had a beer in one hand as she held onto his shoulder with the other.

Priorities were clear.

Dick and booze.

As he passed the bar, his gaze drifted—and met Cameron’s. The young bartender smiled at him as he poured a pint.

Heat crept into Basher’s cheeks; he dipped his head in acknowledgment and kept walking toward the restroom.

There was something about the boy. His soft blue eyes. His warm, welcoming smile. All of it did funny things to Basher’s stomach.

He’d been with men before—usually strangers picked up at truck stops or in the shadows of some dim, rundown bar. It was never hard to find someone willing, someone looking for the same quick, no-strings escape in a place where no one asked questions.

They never exchanged names, just pulled out their dicks and spent the next twenty minutes getting hot and sweaty.

But locking eyes with the stunning young man, Basher wondered what it would be like to hear him call out his name as he fucked him slow and deep. That perfectly plump ass, those gorgeous red lips. All of it made Basher’s dick extremely hard.

Standing in front of the urinal, Basher pulled out his cock, then waited for his semi to go down just enough for him to release his bladder and take a fuckin’ piss. The last thing he needed was one of the guys walking in and seeing him standing at the urinal, half erect and staring at a wall.

Finally, he was able to relax and do what needed to be done.

Once Basher finished, he washed his hands and exited the restroom.

As he walked toward the front, he glanced over at the bar but didn’t see his favorite bartender.

A quick scan of the room, and he spotted the normally cheery boy standing on the far side of the bar, hands on his hips, looking not so pleased to be speaking to someone sitting in one of the booths.

Curious, Basher made his way toward the booth, hoping to overhear what was being said.