The figure emerged from the clubhouse and hailed a taxi. Once inside, he gave the driver directions in a clipped tone, and as soon as he was finished, he fell back against the cozy car seat, exhaling a long-held breath.
"Fuck, Charles, that was intense. Look at that ass," Charles muttered to himself. He tried to suppress the images of the men's physiques, but as expected, they flooded back into his memory with vivid clarity.
Those dicks are like life-sized hot dogs, so yummy to feed on. Charles sighed, feeling like a fool.
He was obviously turned on, so why hadn't he just asked for their numbers?
But the thought alone brought a prickle of heat to his neck. It would have been too embarrassing. What if they had rejected him? What would have become of his dignity then? Shame would have clothed him entirely.
He stared out the window at the passing city lights. He still couldn't believe that he was done with school and yet couldn't land a decent job.
