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WHERE THERE’S A WILL

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“So tell me about the guy who got you so hard,” the bartender rumbled in Will’s ear.

Will’s usual suave demeanour crumbled as he unzipped Will’s pants and pulled out his cock.

“Mmm, commando,
so
much better than boxers or briefs.”

He did
not
squeak when the guy thumbed his leaking slit. Will would swear he made a manly sound of approval. It just sounded kind of like a balloon losing air because of the interference of the blood pounding in his ears.

“Fuck,” Will managed, bracing his hands on thickly bulging biceps. “He was…” A breath-stealing squeeze to his cock cut off his words for a second and Will panted, his lids sliding shut as he jerked from head to toes.

A low, rough chuckle sent a shiver down his spine to his tailbone. Will clenched his ass and pushed into the warm tunnel of the bartender’s hand. A spark of concern flitted through Will’s mind and he started to turn his head only to find his chin cupped and lifted. He raised his gaze up to lock with eyes so dark a brown they appeared nearly black. “There’s people—”

“No one’s watching” His deep voice made Will’s balls tingle. “And even if they were, no one here cares, not tonight, anyways.”

Will stuffed down any further objection as his dick was treated to a stroke so perfect he couldn’t hold back a whimper. He curled his fingers, holding tighter, and struggled to speak when the bartender told him to keep talking. “Older,” Will gasped out, his stomach burning as his muscles clenched.

The bartender’s eyes narrowed as he leaned close enough to brush his lips over Will’s.

“Older guys are what does it for you?”

Will tried to nod but the grip on his chin held his head firmly in place. “Yes,” he hissed.

“Older, bigger, rougher—oh God, do it again,” he ordered when his slit was prodded.

“Like this?”

“Fuck!” Will squealed, his back arching as fiery pleasure-pain spread from his cock. “I can’t—” he stuttered then gasped as the narrow opening at the tip of his cock was teased www.total-e-bound.com

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again. “Ahh!” Will’s balls tightened and spirals of heated pleasure raced up from his groin, swirling through his belly. He felt flushed, needy, so close he couldn’t think as garbled words fell from his lips.

“Yeah, baby. Let me hear you,” the man urged. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

Will hadn’t even realised he’d shut his eyes again. It took a herculean effort to open them, especially when the bartender tightened his grip on Will’s cock and jerked him faster.

“Was a…a cowboy. Blew him a kiss.” How he got the words out, Will didn’t know, not when he felt like his entire body convulsed.

“Think about him watching me get you off.” Another hard pump. “Imagine him right here, his long, thick cock in his hand, pumping his load over your cock, over my hand.”

The man’s voice alone could have made Will come at that point, but the words, the image he brought to life—it was every bit as powerful as the bartender’s touch and the sound of his deep, rough baritone.

Will pictured the cowboy easily, the scowl pulling his lips down and the quick flash of his eyes. He remembered the fear that had shot through him when the cowboy turned his truck around, and the hot shock of disappointment he’d felt when the truck turned off instead of following him.

Fear and desire had often tangled inside Will, and the cowboy had spurred the right mix of both of them—as did the man jerking Will off. Ecstasy built inside him, a ball of pressure. It swelled then burst, flooding his entire being. He opened his mouth to scream only to have the sound devoured by his current hook-up, who drank down the sounds of Will’s pleasure.

Will trembled and whined as cum spurted from his dick. He gave up trying to keep his eyes open—he couldn’t see a damn thing anyway, beyond a blur of sweaty skin and dark hair, then his climax blinded him with an explosion of brightly coloured dots. Each jet of spunk seemed to twist his gut, a level of intensity he’d rarely felt before. Will wished it’d never end, this blissful euphoric feeling, washing away everything but physical sensations.

It did end, though, and Will shivered as his dick grew too sensitive to be touched. The bartender had stopped kissing him at some point, instead placing a string of stinging nips along his jaw. Will opened his mouth to squeak out a protest against another stroke, but, as if he could read Will’s mind, the man released Will’s cock. After one more sucking bite right beneath his ear, Will peeked out from between his eyelids.

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“Feel better?”

Will looked the bartender over, only then noticing the name embroidered on his shirt.

Troy
. Since it sat above a rendering of the club exterior, a decently drawn sign proclaiming

‘The Xxchange’, Will was pretty sure Troy was the bartender’s name. And the man who’d just blown his mind was pretty damned good looking, even coming hadn’t changed that.

Will had no filters against such a handsome man and didn’t see the need for any. “You’re still fucking gorgeous, Troy.”

Troy grinned and Will couldn’t help but stare like an idiot. The man was massive, a good foot taller than Will’s five and a half feet, and broad, holy shit, Troy was built! With short dark hair and a squared off jaw already darkened by a five o’clock shadow, he was almost every one of Will’s fantasies rolled into one man. Almost. Maybe not classically handsome, not with a nose that had been broken at least one too many times and a scar that spread up an inch or so from the corner of his top lip, but definitely the kind of man who flipped all of Will’s switches.

Will had found himself sex starved before, desperate enough to think a guy was a ten only to come out of a sex stupor and discover his temporary hottie was really kinda in the negative range—but no, the bartender was still just as hot as he’d looked when Will had walked in.

Troy laughed and brushed a knuckle over Will’s cheek. “Glad you think so.” His full lips quirked. “I think you’ll still look damn good after I fuck you all night long.”

Those dark eyes heated with a look that made Will’s cock twitch with eagerness. He’d always been blessed with an impressive recovery time. If he also had a quick trigger every now and then, who cared? Will scooted closer to the edge of the bar and slid his hands down Troy’s shoulders, over his sides and further down until he was able to tuck his hands into the bartender’s back pockets.
Mmmm, hard, hot ass, guh!
Will sincerely hoped there was some fuzz on the guy’s ass. He kept himself baby smooth on his body, but preferred his lovers to be more…furry than he was.

Will pressed his fingers against the taut swells of Troy’s butt and tipped his head up, giving the man a smug grin. “I can guarantee I’ll look even better. I’ve been told I’m quite stunning when I’m fucked out.”

Troy’s eyes narrowed and his chest rose and fell rapidly with a few harsh breaths before Troy jerked Will off the bar. “I don’t doubt it.” A swipe of a rough damp towel either cleaned www.total-e-bound.com

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the cum off Will or smeared it in—either worked for him. “Tuck yourself in and go wait for me in the room behind us. I’ll get Martine to cover the bar.” Except Troy didn’t call anyone over and Will didn’t even come close to making it to the other room. Will was stopped by Troy’s firm grip before he took more than a step. Troy bent his head down and kissed Will so hard he thought he might have a split lip or two.

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Carlos walked into the club and almost laughed. His first foray in a place like this in almost twenty years, and it was all but dead. He saw a couple of people in booths, figured there might be two or three more off somewhere else, and he didn’t see anyone who might have been his mystery kiss thrower. Still, Carlos thought the guy had to be in here. Not that
that
was the reason why he’d stopped here. No, Carlos had spotted the sign for The Xxchange and remembered it was the bar Nick had met his partner in. Maybe someone in the place could point him towards Nick since technology was a bitch and the GPS wasn’t being any help at all.

He’d felt a little weird—okay, a lot weird—walking into The Xxchange, but Carlos had just reminded himself he wasn’t there for any reason other than trying to find a way to get a hold of Nick. Preferably in person. Carlos didn’t want to handle any of the business with Nick over the phone.

A young man who didn’t quite look legal seemed to pop out of thin air at Carlos’ side.

“Welcome to The Xxchange. My name is Martine.”

Carlos looked at Martine and cringed, hopefully inwardly. Jesus, just looking at the kid’s dyed orange hair and smooth skin made Carlos feel twice his age. Martine eyed him in return, humming softly as he reached out and ran his hand down Carlos’ chest. Carlos was a bit too stunned to move—he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched by another man. Well, he could, but he’d rather not, so he didn’t.

Martine batted his lashes at Carlos and stepped closer, all but rubbing against him. He looked up at Carlos and leered. “It’s a slow night, and the only action is going on at the bar.”

Carlos glanced at the bar and saw a slender man sitting…on the bar, his back arched as a hulking shape loomed over him.
Well, looks like someone is getting off. And Martine sure
doesn’t sound too thrilled about it.
Carlos had heard just a hint of snark in the young man’s voice.

“You don’t seem surprised,” Martine mused, giving him a calculating look. “I thought maybe you didn’t know this was a gay bar when you walked in.”

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Carlos huffed and glanced down at the boy before returning his gaze to the bar. “I know what this place is. Used to go to more than my share of them, probably before you were born.” Which was kind of a depressing thought. Carlos looked at Martine again. Yup, the kid could have been his son, had Carlos ever swung the het way. Which he hadn’t. “You know a guy by the name of Nick Mendiola? Hung out here probably a year or so ago?”

Martine rolled his eyes and crossed his thin arms over his chest. “Uh, no. I wasn’t even old enough to work here a year ago. You’d need to ask him—” he flopped one hand towards the bar. “Not the little tramp getting the hand job, but the bartender, Troy.”

Oh yeah, there was definitely a bit of bitchiness in his comment. Carlos arched a brow at the young man. “What? You don’t like this Troy’s boyfriend?”

What did he say to set Martine off into a fit of giggles? He patted Carlos’ arm, much like the way Carlos used to pat his Granny’s arm. Jesus, he felt old. “Oh no, Daddy, he’s not Troy’s boyfriend. He’s just some cheap slut who walked in here for the first time today. And I mean cheap, and slut. He wasn’t in here for two minutes before he was spread out for Troy.”

Carlos thought he heard Martine mutter another insult towards the guy getting the handjob. Obviously, Martine had a crush on the bartender, or else he was just jealous of somebody getting something when he wasn’t. Carlos shifted his weight more onto his left foot and nodded at the two men who were clearly having a good time. “Think they’ll be long? I could use a cold beer and some directions, if this Troy can help me out.”

Martine rolled his eyes and Carlos tried not to frown. That always made him want to whap someone upside the head and really set their eyes to rolling right out of the sockets.

Martine glared at Troy and the other man. “Well, I doubt they’ll be long, but make sure Troy washes his hands before he serves you. Otherwise, there’s no telling what you might catch.”

Mee-ow!
Carlos nodded and left the bitter little guy behind as he made his way to the bar. He stopped a few feet away, still unnoticed, and listened to the sounds the nameless guy made as he came. Hearing made Carlos’ entire body go tight and need flood his veins. Holy shit, he shouldn’t have become such a celibate fool! He was close to coming himself just from the sounds alone!

When it looked like those two might keep on messing around, Carlos stepped up to the bar. “Can I get a beer and maybe some directions before you two put on another show?” Not like he’d mind watching, but—

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Troy’s eyes sparkled in a way that made Carlos think the man knew him, some way or another. Then the bartender spun his partner around and Carlos’ body flushed hot and cold with need when he saw who had just got off. “You.”

And the little shit blew him a kiss, damn him! Carlos mentally cursed himself for not immediately following the tease. With longish brown hair and those big, lusty eyes, he was a temptation Carlos had been a fool to resist. And now, a big, sexy as fuck man was holding him, and grinning like a damn loon at Carlos. Then he realised every bit of the devilishly smirking smaller guy’s cock and balls were hanging out, and it dawned on him. Troy had turned the exposed man so Carlos could see his parts. Was he trying to make Carlos jealous?

Show him what he was missing?

Carlos dragged his gaze up that lithe body, skittering over the sideburns he wasn’t sure what to make of and quickly shooting over to Troy’s face. He didn’t see any possessiveness there in the man’s brown eyes, didn’t see anything but lust and happiness, and what the hell did this all mean?

“You know, I came telling him about you,” the nameless guy said, drawing Carlos’

attention back to him. “Had me all worked up, once I didn’t think you were chasing me down to kill me.”

Carlos rocked back on his bootheels, trying to sort out the horny from the killing part.