His “friends” vanished after graduation, those years of camaraderie just mutual bullshit. What kinda job?” Jax twists his head, pointing the cigarette hand at his ear, leaning toward the cowering guy. Gay sex Speak up, bro, I can’t hear shit!” Jax leans back, slouching, brows knotted in fake confusion. Humiliated? From middle-aged folks juggling family and careers to fresh-faced grads still chasing dreams, everyone’s in on it.But especially those young, reckless studs—barely legal, already deep in the game, no education, no fucks given about the future, just living for the now, no limits. The lines on his face and thinning hair made him look fifty at not even thirty. They’re slamming drinks, getting that sweet buzz going, then stumbling out, half-drunk, clutching half-empty bottles, laughing, arms slung over shoulders, headed for bars, clubs, or karaoke dives. For these horny, testosterone-fueled studs, it’s all about banging chicks—groping tits, eating pussy, and ramming their thick, throbbing cocks for that adrenaline-pumping thrill. “Tch! The sheer intensity of that rugged, bad-boy mug makes Rory flinch, nearly tripping over his own feet.
