Page 13 of Primal Urges

Lucas couldn’t hold off any longer. He felt his balls tighten moments before shooting his load all over the shower wall.

His legs shivered, and his body spasmed, but none of that mattered as he imagined himself swallowing down every last drop of Caden’s warm load.

Once the fog cleared from his brain, Lucas realized that the water had once again turned cold.

He splashed water onto the wall, watching as his cum slid down the tile and disappeared into the drain below.

He shivered.

It was time to get his ass into bed.

Lucas reached for the towel as he stepped out of the tub.

He needed to forget about Cade. Fucking around with a straight boy never led to anything good.

The last thing he needed at the moment was trouble.

4

CADEN

Sunday afternoons at Ride ’em Hard were always dead. Most people were too busy nursing their Saturday night hangovers to even consider slinking their way back into the dingy biker bar.

Cade didn’t mind. He got paid for doing easy work. Usually, Marcus got the team to work on remedial tasks that hadn’t gotten done during the week or used the time to discussothercrew business. So it wasn’t any surprise when Marcus asked them all to gather at the center of the bar shortly after three.

“Afternoon, assholes. Glad to see you’re all still standing and not whining about your little headaches or why your knees hurt when you bend them.” Marcus turned a knowing eye toward Damian, who was sitting in a booth with a hand on his forehead. Damian straightened up when he realized that Marcus was talking about him.

“Hey, I’m not whining. Just massaging my head,” Damian explained, trying to reclaim the balls he once had before he decided to go shot-for-shot with Big Al, one of the locals who ran the town’s auto shop, last night.

Big Al was six-four and three hundred pounds, while Damian was a meager five-ten, one hundred and sixty pounds. It was no wonder that the man got his ass handed to him.

“Massaging your head, licking your wounds. Either way, you got your ass pummeled by Big Al last night. I’m amazed you're still able to sit with the pounding he gave you.”

The group around them chuckled.

Damian gave his boss the finger.

“Love you too.” Marcus blew him an air kiss. “Next, I wanted to officially welcome Lucas Braden to the team.” Marcus motioned for Lucas to step forward, then put his arm around the boy when he approached.

The size difference was comical. Marcus was a towering six foot four, while Lucas was a petite five-eight. It was like staring at David and Goliath or a bodybuilding porn star and his newby twink scene partner. There was no doubt in Cade’s mind that if the two of them were ever to fuck, the boy would be torn in two.

Lucas raised a shy hand and waved. He glanced around at all his new coworkers before his gaze settled on Cade. They both stared at each other for a lingering moment before Lucas eventually called chicken and diverted his eyes.

“Lucas is new in town and will be working here as a busboy, cleaning off tables and helping Alexis at the bar. I want everyone to make Lucas feel welcome and show him how things are done around here. Any questions?”

“Yeah. Where are you from?” Ace asked, taking a step forward and crossing his arms against his chest.

Ace was not like most of the other members of the Shadow Vipers. He was slim and smaller in stature and always smiling even when customers were being dicks.

It was sickening, really. How could one person be so goddamn cheery all day, every day? Perhaps, he was popping some happy pills when no one was looking… or maybe he wasgetting some really good dick on the side. It’s amazing what taking a thick eight-incher will do for a person’s mood, or so he was told.

But whatever the cause, he couldn’t help but love the little piece of shit.

Lucas’s eyes darted around the room, looking like a scared little bunny that had just been surrounded by a pack of coyotes.

“I… I…”

Why did he look so nervous?

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