The bathroom was empty, and the stall was unoccupied. Vance grabbed his distraction by the front of the shirt and pushed him into the stall. He kicked it closed with his foot, and was pleased to see his distraction reach forward and latch the door shut.

“What the hell were they thinking, only putting one stall in here?” Vance whispered, tilting his head so he could run his lips over his distraction’s neck. He spoke the words against his skin. “It’s a gay bar.”

“It just opened,” the distraction murmured. He’d stretched his neck, giving Vance total access. Vance took advantage, nuzzling under his jaw and nipping the skin there. A breathy hiss of pleasure escaped his partner’s lips. “They’re still working out the kinks.”

“Keep the kinks, fix the problems,” Vance uttered. He tugged the distraction’s shirt out from beneath his belt and slid his hands inside, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. “They’re going to need at least one more stall, especially with you around. What man in here isn’t going to want to fuck you?”

“Mm, so that’s the surprise?” he asked with a half-laugh. “You’re going to fuck me? How original.”

The snark. He was a man after Vance’s own heart. Vance grinned. “No.” He grabbed the distraction’s shoulders and pushed downward until the man sank to his knees. “You’re going to fuck me. I want to see the what the hottest man in this little podunk town can do.”

The distraction’s eyes flashed with challenge. They looked so familiar, but Vance was sure he’d never met him before. He would have remembered a body like that, even a decade after he’d left Prescott. He had to be someone Vance had gone to school with, but had never had much to do with. It was a pity — he’d grown up into one hell of a man.

“I see how it is,” the distraction said playfully. “You’re sick of blowing after all those nights spent sleeping on an air mattress, and you need someone to show you how it’s done. I get it. Not everyone can be as skilled as I am.”

He undid the button of Vance’s fly, then lowered the zip. Vance looked down at him, already hooked. It wasn’t often he met a man who could give it back as thickly as Vance did… and fuck, did he look good on his knees, face hovering near Vance’s crotch. It was the prettiest view in all of Prescott.

“Well, here’s the deal,” Vance said. “If you let me take a break, then maybe I’ll be refreshed enough that I can show you how good I am at blowing. And if you like it, then we can go back to your place, and I can show you how good I am at inserting my air pump into the mattress’ intake hole.”

“Why blow if you’ve got a pump?” the distraction asked with a wicked grin. He pulled the elastic waistband of Vance’s boxer-briefs down, exposing his cock. He was already hard, and Vance knew that he’d been leaking. The distraction was making him hot. “That seems like a lot of work for minimal reward. The pump makes things go so much faster.”

“But it’s not half as rewarding.” Vance set a hand on the back of his distraction’s head and pushed him forward. With a small, pleased moan, the guy nuzzled against his cock, then started kissing his way down Vance’s shaft. Fireworks went off in Vance’s chest, and he held back an embarrassing moan. He wouldn’t give his partner the satisfaction of knowing he was already wrapped around his little finger — not yet. He had to play aloof for a little while longer and make him work for it. “But, you know, most nights when I’m done blowing, I usually bring the pump out, too. There are some times you just can’t be satisfied until you get it in there and fill it up the right way.”

“Mm, I’ll bet.” The distraction had made it to the tip of his cock, and spent time tonguing around the underside of Vance’s head. “Your bedroom sounds like a flurry of activity every night, with all that blowing and pumping going on… you must need some help sometimes.”

“And that’s why I’m here tonight,” Vance uttered. He applied gentle pressure to the back of his distraction’s head, and was delighted to see the tip of his cock disappear into his mouth. He worked his hips slowly, pushing in and then drawing back, feeding him only the tip. The distraction worked his tongue over Vance’s sensitive skin, toying with his slit when Vance was almost all the way out of his mouth, and swirling his tongue around the head as a whole when Vance pushed in.

He’s begging for it. He’s so fucking hot. What the hell is a guy like this doing in a place like Prescott?

“So do you think you can help me? Because I’m tired of blowing and pumping alone.”

The distraction moaned against his cock. The vibrations ran up Vance’s shaft, and he choked back a guttural noise that would have warbled on his lips. They’d barely gotten started, but he was already over-the-top hot for the man he couldn’t quite place. Most of the time, he didn’t go for men who were easy, but it was impossible to deny the magnetism between them. The distraction wasn’t just a pretty face with a smoking body — he’d seduced Vance just as heavily as Vance had seduced him, and Vance was ensnared by him now. By the end of the night, he’d be in the distraction’s bed. He knew it.

“I wanna give you more than just the tip,” Vance murmured. He stroked the distraction’s hair. “I want you to take it deep. Do you think you can do that for me?”

The distraction hummed. He moved his head forward, taking Vance deeper. His tongue worked circles over Vance’s shaft, and Vance let out a slow breath through his teeth. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt better.

He tightened his grip on the back of the distraction’s head, keeping him from drawing back too far as he bobbed and sucked. Music from the bar masked some of the sounds he was making, but it couldn’t conceal all of them. The wet sound of the distraction’s mouth made Vance’s cock throb.

“You look so good on your knees,” Vance murmured. He simultaneously wanted to pump himself deep into the distraction’s mouth and stay still so he could enjoy the view. “Your lips suit my cock beautifully. Fuck, do you look good…”

Vance finally let loose with a moan as the distraction’s lips tightened, and he plunged deeper than before. Breathless, he held still while he was swallowed, still in disbelief that this was happening. He hadn’t hoped for much in a partner in a town like Prescott, but the distraction was everything he wanted and more.

“Oh fuck, baby… I’m gonna come down your throat if you keep doing that. You don’t just look good, you feel good. A mouth like yours should be a sin.”

There was no response. His cock was a good gag, and it didn’t look like the distraction wanted to be parted from it. He bobbed his head, letting Vance sink deep before backing away and repeating it all over again. It was an electric sensation, and it made Vance more eager than ever to go home with him and really see what his distraction could do.

“Fuck yeah, take it,” Vance uttered. Try as he might to catch his breath, he couldn’t seem to fill his lungs in a satisfactory way. “Gonna own your fucking mouth. You want my load, baby? Take my fucking load.”

Vance gripped the back of the distraction’s hair. He pushed him a little closer, wanting more. He was close — his balls tightened, and the excitement flooding his gut was red-hot. He wanted to come into the distraction’s hot little mouth and shoot on his face… the thought of seeing himself mark his lips with glossy cum turned him the hell on.

The distraction didn’t try to pull away. His tongue worked harder than it had before, and he bobbed his head, taking Vance deeper. Pleasure bloomed in Vance’s gut, and try as he might to hold it back, it wouldn’t be restrained. With a choked grunt, he released. The distraction took the first half of his load in his mouth before Vance pulled back and shot the rest onto his face, just like he’d imagined. A strand of cum hit the distraction’s cheek. A bead of it traveled downward and hit the corner of his lip. He opened his mouth and licked it away, all the while looking up at Vance with fire in his eyes.

“What did you think?” the distraction asked. “Is that enough to inspire you? I’d really love to know how you get it done.”

Vance laughed. He traced this thumb through the strand of cum on the distraction’s face and presented it to his lips. The distraction indulged him, sucking it into his mouth and licking it clean. It wasn’t fair that a man could make him that hot. What would he think if he found out he’d not only blown a rock star, but that he was up there in the hall of fame for best blowjob ever? “Yeah, that was pretty damn inspiring. What do you say that we head back to your place? I’ll show you how I blow, and then maybe we can bring out the pump and do some proper filling. Would you like that? You’re going to be screaming my name all night long.”

“I won’t,” he replied.

Vance raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And why is that?”

“Because I don’t know what your name is.”

“An easy fix.” Vance grinned. He lifted the distraction’s chin so they looked directly eye to eye. “It’s Vance.”

The hungry lust in the distraction’s eyes blinked out like a candle’s flame in a hurricane. He pulled back rapidly and wobbled up to his feet. The bulge beneath his fly screamed blatant attraction, but the look on his face was of disgust. “Vance?”

“What’s wrong?” Vance asked. It wasn’t often that someone recognized him, but there was a chance this guy was a fan. No one really knew his face, but there was a chance he’d put two and two together. Vance was prepared to deny all the way.

But Vance wasn’t prepared for what the distraction said, and it twisted in his gut like a curved blade.

“I’m Aaron Masterson,” the distraction said, eyes narrowed with rage. “The same Aaron Masterson you leaked the sex tape of all those years ago. What the fuck are you doing back in Prescott?”

There was only one thing Vance could think to say. “Shit.”