And yet he did. Gay sex He’s yours now, Zachariah. “Oh.”I felt a surge of frustrated energy, the culmination of the whole stupid night that was supposed to be a couple of beers and maybe a pickup if I met the right guy. “The gays know their fitness.”When I started going out to gay bars, I was drawn by some magnetic pull toward the somewhat older men there—a certain build, a kind of quiet, invisible power, reminiscent of what I’d seen at home without being quite the same.Despite myself, I had to admit the body Bill unwittingly helped me build—lean, firm—did its job of attracting the kind of men I craved. “Out back.”He was a douchebag, but undeniably hot. He’d earned his body and had no desire to hide it.But the slope of Bill’s broad back felt suddenly more urgent, the blond fur hugging his chest more like clasping fingers. “But Bill, you have to stop showing me up. Good start. A grin spread across his face. He’s my dad.2.Life with Bill had always been, well, a lot about Bill. The classic himbo who somehow landed the dad gig, the guy who likes the attention a little too much to share it. I wasn’t above a bar pickup, but I always brought an
