Page 52 of Primal Urges

“There! That looks much better”, Lucas said to himself, feeling pleased that everything looked perfect.

Why was he feeling so nervous?He lovedHairsprayand loved sing-alongs. He hadn’t attended one since he made his escape from Los Angeles. Back before he ran away from…him.

He still hated saying his name. It was as though saying it out loud might somehow alert him to his whereabouts and summon him. Like the devil materializing when you wanted to make a deal, so would his ex if he thought about him for too long.

It had been about two months since that frightening night, and Lucas was finally starting to feel as though he could breathe again. He was beginning to make friends—well, friends with the big, scary guys at the bar. He was also starting to save some money and, perhaps, even opening his heart once more. Too bad it was for a guy who was straight, had a child, and was not interested in gay men.

Well… are you really sure about that? He did seem to enjoy that hand job you gave him a few weeks ago.

Yeah, and then he freaked out and ran away.

That morning had probably just been a moment of convenience. Caden was horny and figured, “Hey, why not let the horny gay guy jack me off?”

It happened all the time. Straight men taking advantage of a convenient blow job or hand job. And why not? They got to bust a nut and spent the rest of the day feeling like king shit, knowing that they made some gay boy’s fantasy come true by feeding them their cock.

Lucas had fooled around with enough “not gay” straight men to recognize the signs.

He and a few of his friends had attended a hockey game during their first year of college, but they had no interest in watching the actual game. The five of them had scored cheap tickets and spent the game drinking beer and chatting about overly enthusiastic hockey fans.

The night was fun. He couldn’t exactly remember which team won, but he really didn’t care when it got down to it. Following the game, his friends had suggested stopping in at the sports pub next door to continue with their drinking fest.

So, five theater majors made their way next door and ordered a pitcher of beer—just like any heterosexual man would do. After cheersing and slamming down their mugs, they began chugging their beers and continued on with their queerfest.

It was only after about an hour that Lucas noticed a large, burly man with a neatly trimmed beard wearing a ball cap, staring at him from across the bar.

At first, Lucas was convinced that the man was staring at someone else, but when the man grabbed his crotch and then nodded toward the back door, Lucas finally made the connection.

He made up an excuse, then slipped out back, hoping to run into the sports-cap-wearing beast of a man.

“Took you long enough,” a rough voice said from the shadows. The man stepped forward, his face barely visible in the dim light cast from the bar. “Been tryin’ to get your attention all night.”

“Well, here I am,” Lucas responded, nervous as ever.

He had never really hooked up with a random guy before, especially out in the back of a bar. It was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

“Just so you know, I’m straight. I don’t kiss. I don’t suck cock, but I’ll let you get down on your knees and blow me.”

It was clear to Lucas that this was going to be all one-sided. The big burly dude was going to get to bust his load while Lucas would remain untouched and do all the work.

He hoped that the man’s dick would be worth the effort.

“Sure thing,” Lucas said, sinking down to his knees.

Perhaps, one day, a hot, aggressive man will want to return the favor to him.

At least he had his fantasies.

“Lucas!” A high-pitched squeal rang out, startling Lucas from his thoughts and scaring half the birds that had been drinking water from a fountain in the park.

Lucas stood, smiling.

“Lizzy!” Lucas greeted, spreading his arms and letting the little girl barrel into his chest. “How’s it going, my little peanut?”

“Sooo good! Mommy said that I could watch the funny movie with you and Daddy. And then Daddy bought us some gummies and sour candies and even candy bracelets!” she screamed, holding up her arm to show off her latest piece of jewelry.

Lucas looked up at Caden, who was carrying his own blanket and what looked like a daddy’s bag of children’s treats.

“Looks like Daddy got you all the essentials,” Lucas noted, giving Cade a wink. “You’re going to need all that sugar to give you lots of energy to keep dancing with Daddy and me!”

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