“Yeah. Gay porn “Because, darlings, tonight’s not just a strip contest, it’s an Oedipal opera wrapped in muscle and bad decisions. “Traditional.”“You sat in the front row,” I replied, smirking, “with your legs spread.”Bill puffed out his chest, self-satisfied. This might turn out to be a good night—for a fleeting moment, the thought of a threesome flashed through my mind. “I think they like it when I bend over to shoot.””Oh, I’ll bet they do,” I groaned.Dad became Bill, and for years I avoided the scene outside The Seahorse—with a tacit agreement that Bill would leave that one space for me. I wondered. TWEN-TY! How far exactly he took those boosts I didn’t know.I didn’t ask for details, but did expand my bar search, finding my way to a leather bar, a grittier place. But as our bodies pressed closer, knees knocking, shoulders brushing, and our breaths mingled in the confined space, the temperature increased quickly.We pulled at each other’s clothes and my jeans made it only past my knees when Leo grabbed at the bunched-up material and pushed up with one arm, my feet nearly brushing the jeep’s roof, my rear exposed.“Fuck,” Leo groaned, licking his lips and looking down at me.With one hand still on the bunched-up jeans to hold my
