Page 42 of Coming Clean

The man who’d teased himabout the phone moved on soon after. Jeremy continued to sway withthe crowd. Then someone gripped his hips and yanked him back. Athick erection dug into Jeremy’s ass and he wiggled againstit.

“I knew we’d see each otheragain,” a familiar voice said against Jeremy’s ear.

Tony?Jeremy tried to turn around, but one of the man’shands, one of Tony’shands, slid up Jeremy’s chest and trapped himagainst Tony’s hard body. “You like that, don’t you?”

Jeremy made no attempt toanswer; Tony likely wouldn’t hear him anyway. Jeremy did like it,even though he knew he shouldn’t. Tony was big, not just his cockbut everywhere. Jeremy tried to remember why fucking him would besuch a bad idea. Why not take him, on Jeremy’s terms? It didn’thave to mean anything. David was always telling him to go afterwhat he wanted.

He reached behind him,slipping a hand between his ass and Tony’s crotch so he couldstroke Tony’s cock. Mmmm. It was thick and long. He stroked up anddown, and Tony thrust into his hand. That hard flesh would feelgood inside him, but no way in hell was he bottoming. He couldn’tfucking trust anyone. He’d learned that tonight.

“Come on,” Tony saidagainst his ear. “Let’s take this some place moreprivate.”

Jeremy’s alcohol addledmind dismissed all the reasons why he should say no. Tony took holdof Jeremy’s wrist, gripping hard and pulling him toward therestrooms. His heart sped up and his cock grew harder. Fuck! Whatwas wrong with him? He did not like being manhandled. Not in reallife, and not with a man he didn’t trust. He had thought he mightlike it with Connor, though. Dammit! No thinking ofConnor.

He let Tony tow him to thebathroom. Jeremy was going to fuck him in a stall, push him upagainst the wall, and screw his ass good. He deserved it for usingJeremy in high school.

Tony pushed past a few guyswho were waiting in line. “We’re in a hurry.”

“Sorry,” Jeremy hollered,embarrassed by Tony’s behavior. He was an ass, but Jeremy was goingto fuck him into submission.

Tony practically tossed himinto a stall. Then he squeezed behind him and turned the flimsylock. He put his hands on Jeremy’s shoulders and pushed, trying tomake him go to his knees. Fuckno! Jeremy was not kneeling on thatfilthy floor. And he wasn’t putting his mouth on Tony’s dick,either. God knew where it had been.

“Come on, you know you wantthis. You have since high school. Just think how many years you’vewaited.”

“I didn’t even recognizeyou. I haven’t thought of you since you graduated.”

“Right.” Tony laughed. Thefucking bastard laughed.

Jeremy brought his arms upbetween Tony’s and knocked his hands off Jeremy’sshoulders.

“Turn around,” Jeremyordered.

“What?” Tony lookedconfused.

“I want yourass.”

Tony snarled at him. “Whatthe fuck? You think I bottom? You think you’re gonna fuckme?”

Jeremy’s mind clearedmomentarily and he saw the scene in front of him for what it was.Had he really thought Tony would bottom for him? How fucking drunkwas he?

Someone banged on the stalldoor.

“Fuck off,” Tonyyelled.

“Would you hurry up and getoff? There are people waiting.”

“I’m trying to, but thisbitch won’t get on his knees.”

“Jeremy?” another voicecalled. Was that David? Please let itbe David.

“Jeremy, are you in there?Are you okay?”

“Yeah. And I willbe.”

Jeremy reached behind himand fumbled with the lock. He nearly fell on the floor as the doorswung open. David was there to catch him. “Did that son of a bitchhurt you?”

“What the hell?” Tonyasked.

Jeremy shook his head. “Ijust want to go home.”