A cute, twenty-one-year-old twink was rubbing his hand against Ezra’s crotch under the table but he wasn’t paying attention. The enigma across the bar had all of his attention. Who is he? He watched as he poured himself another glass of the £92 champagne with his colourfully tattooed hands. He was drinking it as if it was tap water. His clothes were worn, his hair was scruffy and he acted like a man who had never grown out of being a teenager but there was something behind it all. He thought back to Adam, who had been sucking his cock less than an hour ago. Adam hadn’t been able to excite him but the blonde was just the distraction he needed. And he’s not even my type. “Am I coming back to yours tonight?” the twink whispered into his ear. Ezra tore his eyes away from the blonde for a moment. The twink was cute but he was too easy. He could pick up a dozen guys like him and they would all be exactly the same.
