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“Yep.” Hangman pops the ‘p’ like it’s bubblegum. “You’re so buttoned up all the time, but I know it’s bullshit. I’d be willing to bet you’re a certifiable freak in the sheets.”
Bob shudders. With his anxiety finally starting to settle, his low simmering arousal kicks into action. What was a faint tug in his gut has become an uncomfortable heat, drawing him closer to Hangman. “Sounds like you need to test your hypothesis.”
“I’ve always been a man of science,” Hangman agrees. “So how about this…” He leans in and lets his lips brush the curve of Bob’s ear. “We go back to my place, I suck your cock, and then you fuck me with the strap-on one of my old college buddies got me as a gag gift.”
Bob chokes on his next inhale. “Fuck.”
“That’s the idea, Bobby. You don’t kiss and tell, so I’m asking you to show me instead.”
Boy's night at the Hard Deck takes an unexpected turn.