Page 70 of Primal Urges

Lucas eventually met his hand in the air.

“You can’t say anything though. We haven’t exactly discussed what it all means and whether or not he is even into dudes. It may just have been a case of him being horny and my mouth being available.”

“Oh, please. I’ve sucked off so much straight-men dick, I’m amazed I haven’t gotten myself pregnant,” Ace added before taking a sip of his drink. “It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just so fucking hot to do. So tell us, is he hung like a horse? He definitely looks like he is packing some serious meat.”

Lucas just shrugged his shoulders and gave Ace an innocent smirk.

“Ahh, so that’s how it’s gonna be,” Ace shot back, the feeling of betrayal clear on his face.

“What are we talking about?” a deep voice asked from behind Lucas. Both he and Bobby jumped in their seats.

“Just how big your dick is,” Ace answered like they were discussing the weather or something.

“Some say it’s majestic; others call it the hip breaker,” Caden answered, sitting his big meaty ass down on Lucas’s lap.

Caden gave a jump, then quickly looked down at the man sitting under him.

“Jesus, warn a man first before you pop a boner in his ass.”

Ace and Bobby both chuckled. Lucas simply punched Caden in the back.

“Anyone ever tell you, you weigh a fucking ton?” Lucas asked, ignoring the comment.

“It’s all that muscle and dick. How do you think my back feels carrying around all this weight?”

“Oh, the struggles of the hot, hung man,” Ace joked, pretending to sympathize with his horse-hung friend.

“Yes, the struggle is real,” Caden noted.

“Hey! You guys got to see this,” Blade said, materializing out of nowhere.

He held a tablet out in front of Lucas and Caden, who was still sitting comfortably on Lucas’s quivering lap.

“What’s this?” Caden asked, recognizing their bar on the screen.

Caden hit play as Lucas’s stomach sank.

On the screen, a video of Lucas singing and dancing as he cleaned the bar played.

“What is this?” Lucas croaked. He watched in horror as he belted out the lyrics to one of his favorite Broadway musicals.

“It’s you!” Blade announced as if Lucas couldn't recognize himself and his own private performance.

“I know it’s me, but why are you playing it on your tablet?”

“It’s not on my tablet; it’s on YouTube. I posted it there a couple of weeks ago and look! Check out the number of views it got!”

Lucas’s heart caught in his chest when he saw five hundred and twenty thousand views and no less than six hundred comments.

“Dude! The internet loves you! Some of them want to hire you for their parties and shit. One guy even said he was a producer and would love you to come audition for one of his shows. And oh! Check out this guy’s comment. Apparently, he went to college with you.” Blade clicked on the comments section and scrolled down to a user named “Broadwaysigz02.”

Lucas recognized the handle. It belonged to one of his former classmates, a queen by the name of Clayton Ross. The man was insufferable. He was one of those fake-ass types who only talked to people when he could get something from them. It appeared that Madame Ross now desired an audience to the tune of five hundred and twenty thousand and growing.

Then, an even more terrifying thought crossed his mind. What ifhesaw the post?

Would he be able to identify the bar? Would he be able to track him down?

“You got to take it down! Now!” Lucas shouted, shoving the tablet back in Blade’s face.

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