Distantly glowing under orange neon, a bull-like man with short blond hair and a tight black SECURITY t-shirt patrols the perimeter of the bar, baby-face looking bored but alertly at the passing groups and couples making their way inside. Gay sex Glancing back through the windshield, Damon registers the twin facts that the rain is falling a little faster and there’s now a line outside the bar’s door. He bellows, he can’t help it. This is what Damon was talking about – going sharking! “Oh, thank God…” Billy sighs as he licks Damon’s earlobe. “He’s lying,” Chump shoots back, casually. “You said you wanted to see how I did it. Damon places his hands on the man’s torso to steady him and the man groans like he’s in pain. They put their own desires on hold in favor of social respectability. “Going ‘sharking’,” Damon corrects him. The music stops abruptly, the better to hear the fire alarm. Suddenly, he sees the bar’s manager stalking around through the crowd, head swiveling. He feels a dull ache in his jaw and realizes that he’s been gritting his teeth. “Look, dude, I’m sorry, okay?” the guy croaks, coughing. The pisser looks down at his now-wet clothing, and his face darkens. Damon would lay odds that big
