“Welcome to the Peeping Hole.”
The voice was cool, calm with a hint of sex. Lex lifted his chin to take in the man standing before him. He looked like the product of ever woman’s or gay man’s wet dreams. He had smooth chocolate skin, shaved head, clean shaven face and stands at about a whopping six foot two. All he wore was a pair of leather pants and a black bow-tie. He was muscular—not Arnold muscular but sleek and sexy. His abs were tight and contracted from time to time with his breath.
“I am Alexander.” His brown eyes shimmered with life at Lex.
Lex’s breath caught in his throat.
“Ah no. I’m just here to find a phone. Do you have a pay phone I can use?”
The man smiled; his lips tugging upward to the left corner. He tilted his head almost inquisitively at Lex. “A phone? Well, never heard that excuse before.”
“Excuse? What are you talking about? I was on my way home and my car broke down outside and my phone died...” Lex stopped.
Alexander was laughing. “Come now. It may be a bad excuse but it is one none the less. Come in. Have a drink.”
“Driving? I thought you said your car broke down?”
Lex was exasperated. “It did. But when the guys come and give me a boost I’ll have to drive home.”
But Alexander was already walking away—tight ass twisting and rolling inside those tight pants. Lex cleared his throat and followed. When he stepped through the second set of doors, Lex thought his eyes would pop from his head. To his right on a table were two men. One was lying on his back on a table while the other, seated in the booth was sucking on his dick while he pinched his own nipples. Just a little distance from him was another three men—they were having a threesome. Lex’s cock twitched in his pants but he shook his head and forced himself to look away.
“There’s no shame in looking,” Alexander said, shoving a cold glass in his hand.
Without thinking, Lex turned the glass to his head as his body over heated.
“It is just sex. I am sure you’ve had it before.”