Page 22 of Caged Hunger

“Yup. You?”

Basher nodded.

They both headed out the front door before Cameron turned to lock it.

“Well, thanks for saving my life tonight,” Cameron joked, giving him a gentle smile.

Basher nodded.

A man of few words.

“Well, have a good night,” Cameron added, turning and beginning to walk toward his apartment.

The next thing he knew, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed right behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Basher following a few paces back.

“Oh, do you live this way as well?”

Cameron wasn’t exactly sure where Basher lived, but the man was walking with him in the same direction.

Basher shook his head.

Cameron came to an abrupt stop, nearly getting plowed over by Basher’s massive body.

“Oh, so are you going out somewhere or something?”

“No. It’s late. I’m just making sure that you get home safe.”

Cameron stopped breathing, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Who even did that anymore? Who went out of their way to walk someone home simply to make sure they were safe?

Or perhaps Basher was after something else?

Smart people would be concerned if a big, scary biker followed them home late at night… just to make sure they were “safe.” But not him. Cameron thought this was the most romantic gesture he had ever experienced. And hey, if the man decided to follow him into his apartment and have his way with him? Who was he to argue?

Gay men had a tendency to put themselves in dangerous situations all in the name of getting good dick. They met up with random men late at night in dark parks. They invited strangers into their homes with the promise of getting plowed hard and deep, and they even allowed men nearly twice their body size to walk them home, secretly hoping they would follow them into their apartment and have their way with them… rough and hard.

Jesus… perhaps we need to be studied? Cameron thought to himself.

Although the thought of being trapped under all that still had Cameron’s dick extremely hard.

Cameron couldn’t help but smile.

“First, you save me from falling, and now you make sure I get home safe. Basher, I think you might be the sweetest man I have ever met.”

Basher’s cheeks flushed as his gaze shifted toward the ground.

It appeared that Basher had a bit of a shy side as well.

They continued walking toward Cameron’s home. He lived in a one-bedroom apartment, about a fifteen-minute walk from the bar.

“So, how are you liking Baton so far?” Cameron asked, dragging his feet as they walked. He wasn’t in a hurry to reach their final destination.

“It’s good.”

Okay… Usually, people gave more than one-word answers.

“So, where did you move from?”