Cute ass. Slim body. Nice cock too, but the guy standing in front of me wasn’t the right fit. He was too willing. Too eager and much too experienced. Not to mention, he had strong and crude eyes. He was just a regular bottom looking for a good time.

“Come here, alpha,” he said as he spread his legs apart.

“No thanks,” I muttered.

I was looking for the one submissive who was willing to give himself over to me. I thought I found him, but he was clearly too chickenshit to handle me. Coming here was a waste of my time, I thought.

I could smell him—My Grindr boy. I immediately noticed him watching me. He was as sexy as his pictures made him out to be, but he was entirely out of his element. Straight boys never knew how to behave in these clubs.

“Come on,” I whispered to myself. “Where the hell are you?”

I turned my head anxiously and looked toward the front door. Why didn’t he follow me inside? Fucking first timers.

I sighed and leaned against the barred wall. I used to love this place, but now it felt outdated. The club scene wasn’t fun compared to the apps, so not too many guys came here anymore. The ones who did weren’t my type.

I never had it easy in life. We didn’t have these nice apps. Growing up, I had to fight for who I was. I heard every fucking slur in the book. I took punches at bars. I had been torn down in every possible way, but I rose up on my own accord.

I became a daddy. It was the life I always wanted to live. But now, guys like me were a dime a dozen. I felt a little… bitter. Old. Jaded.

Shit. There it was. My age was starting to show again.

I was searching for someone who was willing to be taught the rules of the game. That’s why I logged in to Grindr the other night. Above all, I was looking for someone to connect with on a deeper level – someone who could dive into the darkest depths within themselves, in order to rise up from the ashes. Hayden was that guy if he chose to make the first step.

I glanced at the tired eyes around me. We used to have such a tight-knit community. What happened? Patrick. That’s what happened. I groaned.

Don’t let that twat bother you. You don’t need to see him again. He hasn’t been around since it all fell apart.

I walked through the dark hallway, through the maze of naked, moaning men. I watched as one man pushed his cock into the face of a young omega. The alpha grunted with manly satisfaction, a twisted look of satisfaction on his face. The younger omega gasped for air. The couple directed their eyes toward me, waving me to join in on the fun.

A tiny smirk formed on my face. Sure, I could join in, but maybe Hayden would finally muster enough courage to walk through the entrance. I’d miss my chance to play with the biggest cock tease in the city.

No, I decided. I couldn’t mess around with anybody else. I was saving my load for one guy.

I turned and walked up to the bar, nodding my head at Hank, the bartender. “Thank God. Someone I know,” I said.

Leaning against the hardwood surface, I had to laugh at myself. It was definitely unusual for me to be in this place. Hank merely frowned.

“Wow. It’s the beast himself. I cannot believe you’re here,” he said.

“Hey, man,” I muttered, feeling a tad bit guilty. “Sorry it’s been so long.”

I hugged him, but I couldn’t get the stranger from the parking lot out of my head. Jerking off in the parking lot? He was a total freak, and definitely new at this.

The courage was there. He took the first steps, but was he really willing to go all the way?

“Came to buy the place back from me?” Hank asked.

I laughed and sat down. “Now, why the hell would I do that?”

I felt stiff and foreign. It had been years since I stepped foot in this place. I shouldn’t have agreed to come here.

“It’s good to see you back, guy. It’s been a while,” he said.

“Not sure if I’m technically back. We’ll see. New flesh on the scene,” I said.

“A guy? You’re dating again?” he asked.

I shrugged. “He happens to say all of the right things. He’s got my cock aching, Hank,” I said.

Hank laughed and nodded his head. He was a bottom, but a total freak. He understood me. “So that’s really what it is? You found someone new?” Hank asked. “You seem exhilarated.”

A strange smile formed on my face. I felt the rush of excitement press against my gut, but it felt peculiar like I didn’t deserved the pleasure it gave me. Another laugh escaped my lips.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked.

Hank laughed and shook his head. “I’ve never seen you turn down so many guys in the labyrinth before. So where is he, beast?”

“Don’t call me that,” I muttered. “I’m just Leo now. No more nicknames.” I’d be lying if I said I didn’t used to love the kinky monikers, but after a few years of hearing mine, the real me wanted out. I ditched the beast and quickly became Leo, the boring gay guy who stays at home to read his favorite Kindle books.

Hank poured me a shot of whiskey. “Fine, Leo. But you didn’t answer the question. I don’t see anyone new in here,” he said.

“Somewhere outside. Saw him jerking off in his car,” I said.

Hank stopped pouring. “Bullshit,” he said.

“Seriously. He claims it’s his first time too,” I said, somehow bragging.

There was an undeniable tension between that stranger and me. The more that tension built, the more I felt obligated to let him have it. Now, at one in the morning, I felt like I had reached my breaking point.

“You’re such a creep,” Hank said. I shrugged. “Anyway, he’s probably one of those straight cruiser types, out looking for a cock, just so he can bring the fantasy back to his girlfriend.

“He’s not straight. He’s a cute bottom. A smooth omega.” It wasn’t a total lie. He wasn’t straight. I took the tiny shot glass into my rough hands and tossed the liquid back. I slammed it against the counter, gritting my teeth as the liquid slid down my esophagus.

“This whole situation reminds me of Patrick,” he said.

I frowned. Why the hell was he bringing that up? I slid my shot-glass across the counter to get a refill.

“You’re such a bastard. It’s no wonder you haven’t found mister right. Don’t bring that shit up around me,” I said, starting to fume. Maybe I should leave, I thought.

“Calm down, guy. I didn’t mean any offense,” he said. “I’m just worried about you. Even though you don’t come out anymore, it doesn’t mean I don’t want you to find Mister Right.”

“Well, first of all, I didn’t say he was Mister Right. You did. We haven’t even talked in person.” I hated admitting that to him.

Hank rolled his eyes and refilled my glass. I had known him for the last decade, and he was always trying to give me advice I wouldn’t take. Usually, he was right, but this time, I didn’t want to hear it.

“He’s been sexting me for the past week, promising me all sorts of things,” I said. “When I finally get here, he’s just sitting in his car and...well.”

Hank swallowed, throat tight. “He jerks it in his car?” he asked. Then, after a brief smile, “He blows his load into a plastic cup, or what?”

I nodded. “Maybe he shoots it in his mouth,” I said, eyebrows waggling. The words came out as a joke, but I felt my cock press against the center of my pants. It was a pretty hot image.

“Your mind is a trashcan,” he said. Again, I shrugged. “He sounds just like you. Typical cruiser with a desire for voyeurism,” he said.

“Well, it’s hot. I’d love to fuck him in here, in front of everyone, but he’s too much of a pussy to walk in the front door,” I said.

“Knock on his car door. Have him blow you. Then, move on. That’s my advice,” Hank said. He knew I wouldn’t take it.

“I don’t know. There’s something different about him, Hank. If he was just cruising, he’d have a whole different vibe to him,” I said.

“A different vibe? You’re telling me that if he were a cruiser, he wouldn’t be choking his chicken in his Honda?” Hank asked.

“Ew. Don’t call it that,” I groaned.

“Admit it. You have a crush. A big, fat, wet crush,” Hank said.

I groaned and reached for the whiskey to satisfy me in ways others couldn’t. I knocked the shot back and sighed.

Hank was wrong. I didn’t have a crush. The online stranger was just a fun experience. Although, he was more than a horny cruiser? Right? Right. End of story.

“I don’t have a crush. Guys like me don’t crush,” I said.

The online stranger’s eyes… It was all hidden in his eyes. He wasn’t like any of the people in here. He was new to all of this. I had to be the one to break him out of that mold. I could teach him. I could set him free.

“Right,” Hank muttered. “I forgot. Daddy’s code.”

“Watch it now,” I muttered.

I didn’t want to admit it, but Hank was probably right about the guy. It was highly probable that the stranger was a lonely cruiser, looking for some dick before drifting off to pleasant dreams, in the comfort of his girlfriend’s tits. There was still the off chance that we wanted the exact same thing.

“Well, something is going on between us. I can’t figure it out, but it feels good,” I said. “It’s like we share an understanding. Fuck. I don’t know… maybe, I am turning soft.”

Hank laughed and poured me one final shot. “Nah. I get it. You’ve built this whole fantasy in your head,” he said. “Now, you have to go forth and conquer.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I muttered, face turning sour. I took one more glance back at the sex maze behind me. The dark hallways beckoned me inside with their loud moaning, but I couldn’t be bothered to return.

“I think I’m going to call it a night, Hank. Thanks for the drinks,” I said. I left a twenty-dollar bill on the bar for him and started for the exit.

“Forget about him,” Hank said. I nodded in response before slamming the doors open.

He stood me up, the bastard, but I knew he’d be back. If I got the chance to see him, I’d get his attention. I’d turn him into the most submissive pet I’ve ever had.