Hmm, perhaps Mr. Big Tough Guy wasn’t so straight after all.
Sexuality was a sliding scale with varying degrees of sexual desire. Some people sat at the ends—being either one hundred percent gay or one hundred percent straight, while others fell somewhere in between—some being more attracted to one sex than the other, while some enjoyed both sexes equally.
Gavin didn’t believe that people had to choose where they sat on the spectrum. People’s tastes and preferences could evolve over time.
While Marcus might have been hardcore straight whenhe was younger, perhaps his dick was starting to lean to the left a tiny bit more with age.
“Well, whatever your brother’s preference is, one thing is certain: He is sexy as fuck,” Gavin declared.
Ace shook his head.
Gavin didn’t care what Ace thought. If Marcus was even five percent gay or questioning, that was five percent of the man’s dick that was going to end up in his mouth or ass.
16
MARCUS
The air was warm, and the sky was clear. It was the perfect night to go stargazing if you were into that sort of mind-numbing thing.
Marcus was not.
The only time he stared up at the stars was when he was on his back, being ridden by a chick.
Or he fell and, unintentionally, ended up staring up at the stars.
If it weren’t for those two scenarios, Marcus couldn’t give a crap how bright the stars were shining in the sky.
Watching where he stepped, he made his way deeper into the trees behind the bar. He needed to take a piss and didn’t feel the need to share this experience with the fifteen or so people enjoying drinks by the bonfire.
Some things just didn’t require an audience.
Believing he had found the perfect pissing spot, he began unbuttoning his jeans, then pulled out his dick.
The air felt cool around the length of his cock. He gave it a few tugs, stretching it out to avoid any unwanted dribble on his jeans or boots.
Being a guy was not all rainbows and roses. When taking a piss, men needed to consider length, distance, wind, and backsplash.
Taking a piss was like doing hard math.
There were so many factors that one had to consider.
Not to mention the effects of alcohol. Sometimes that fucker snuck up on you, altering reality or causing sudden shifts in the gravitational pull. That shit could cause you to immediately lose your balance—nothing more embarrassing than falling to the left midstream.
Holding his cock, he closed his eyes and waited for his bladder to relax.
Any second now…
“Need a hand with that?” an annoyingly flirty voice asked.
Marcus opened one of his eyes, only to be greeted by the smiling, horny face of the succubus who had been staying with him these past few days.
“No. I’ve been taking a piss on my own since I was four.”
The young man ignored him and continued to stalk toward him.
Marcus gripped his dick harder and commanded his bladder to release.
What was it waiting for?
