Page 24 of The Chemist

There were fifties and twenties all rolled together. The man didn’t even take the time to double-check that he was dropping the right amount of cash on the bar.

Before Diesel had a chance to speak, the man was scurrying out of the bar.

Well, that was new.Usually, guys couldn’t get to the bathroom fast enough when he asked.Was he losing his touch?

The sound of someone stifling a chuckle echoed across the bar.

Diesel turned, ready to tell whoever it was off, but stopped when he caught sight of the offending young man.

“That was painful to watch,” the mystery man noted. “Didn’t take you for the type of guy who enjoyed draining old-man nutsacks.”

Diesel’s face heated.Who the fuck was this dude, and why was he all up in his business?

“I don’t recall ever asking for your opinion.” Shaking his head, Diesel downed the last of his whiskey and slid the empty glass toward the bartender.

“No. But it’s still painful to watch a strapping young dude spend his evening pimping himself out just so he can get a guy to buy him some alcohol.”

“Still don’t recall giving a shit what you think.”

Another smirk. The man was handsome in that rough trade-boy kind of way. He probably worked construction and plowed his girlfriend every other day.

“You want to know the most painful part?” he asked, leaning even closer to Diesel.

The man was sitting two chairs away, just far enough that Diesel couldn’t run his hands across the dude’s short black hair and far enough that the bartender couldn’t overhear their conversation.

Run his hands across? What was he thinking?Perhaps he was hornier than he thought.

Although, the dude did have a nice buzz cut, freshly buzzed, as opposed to his facial hair that looked like it hadn’t been clipped in at least three days.

Strangely, he found himself wondering how the man’s scruff would feel up against his hole as he ate his ass out for hours.

Yeah, the dude looked like he enjoyed eating ass.Probably enjoyed it when a woman sat on his face and demanded that he service her.

Fuck.He needed to get his balls drained. It had been almost two weeks since he busted a nut. Having Matteo around him constantly tended to be a boner killer. Don’t get him wrong, Matteo was a good-looking man but not boner-making material in his books.

This dude sitting next to him? Yeah, he wouldn’t mind shoving his face down in the dirt as he laid claim to his tight firm ass. The dude would probably squeal like a pig.

He wondered how much whiskey it would take to make the guy… question…

“So? Do you want to know?” the man asked again, reminding Diesel that his lips were moving and that air was coming out of his mouth.

“Sure, entertain me.”

“The most painful part had to be watching you get shot down by a horny old geezer.” The man chuckled. He actually fucking chuckled.

Fuck this dude.

Diesel leaned back in his chair and grabbed a handful of his already hard cock.

“The poor guy probably realized that he didn’t have the gag reflexes to take all this meat,” Diesel said, giving the man the cockiest grin he could muster.Nobody talks down to him. Not ever.

“Yeah, deepthroating takes years to master and talent to achieve. Nine’s my best record,” the man said, tossing a twenty on the bar and standing up from his stool. “Enjoy your evening.”

What? Nine? Inches? Was the man saying…?

Confusion and uncertainty flooded Diesel’s mind. What was the dude getting at?

He felt a hand tap him on the back as the mystery man walked past him and out the back door of the bar.

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