Looking at the clock on the wall, Carter was surprised that it wasn’t even nine pm. The fight must have been shorter than he thought. Frowning, taking another drink from the bottle, he started mentally calculating how long it would take him to drive to Builder Falls.
If he left now he could be at the club before midnight—more than enough time to find a handsome young human and fuck him silly.
Once the idea was in his mind, Carter found that his desire for company outweighed the inconvenience of the trip. It was how it always was. He’d tell himself he was too busy—that he had a life and things to do that didn’t involve his cock—but in the end sheer loneliness and the need to touch another living being would have him out the door like a compulsion he couldn’t resist.
Setting the bottle of vodka down on the coffee table, Carter rose from the couch and jogged up the stairs to his bedroom.
He was doing this.
Changing into a nicer pair of dark jeans, thick quads pressing against the fabric and making it bulge, Carter grabbed his overnight bag and hurried back down the stairs. He made a quick stop in the outer hallway to yank on a pair of gleaming motorcycle boots and a fitted leather jacket, checking himself over in the mirror before heading out into the garage.
He looked good. The leather jacket emphasized his wide shoulders and muscular arms, hugging his body just right, while the tight jeans showed off his thick thighs, meaty ass and generous bulge to perfection. His cock was rock hard, a solid line pressed against his thigh, but Carter didn’t touch it. He’d already come once today, and he was determined that his second—as well as his third and fourth—orgasm would be in oronone of the human residents of Builder Falls.
Carter wasn’t sure about his facial hair, though. Usually he shaved again in the evening if he was going out for the night, but it was already late and he didn’t know if he wanted to make the extra effort. Turning his face back and forth, Carter studied his stubble—now edging into beard territory—and decided that the extra length made him look sexy rather than unkempt.
It would have to do.
Getting behind the wheel of his car, Carter pulled out of his garage and set course toward Builder Falls.
Hopefully he’d find someone to take his mind off things, at least for a little while.
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