Steven's cruising the Chicago lakefront park when he meets the man in the Jeep. He seems nice. He seems sexy. He seems like the kind of guy Steven could have a very good time with. When the guy invites him to his place, Steven doesn't hesitate to accept.
But when Steven gets back to the guy's apartment, he realizes, too late, there's more on the menu than just sex. Steven has fallen into the hands of a very hungry predator ... and he may never escape.
“So what brings you to the park?” I asked Steven, taking even more comfort in his look of embarrassment. No way was this guy looking for tricks, not of the paying variety anyway. His sheepish grin, revealing a small gap in his front teeth, melted me.
“Just walkin’ around. You know, checkin’ it out.”
I nodded, liking his voice, the slow sexy, raspy drawl of it. He didn’t sound like he was from Chicago. Good. I gave a furtive rub to my crotch, watching to see if his dark brown eyes showed any interest. They did.
“Yeah, me too. A little bored,” I looked pointedly at him, “A little horny.”
Steven laughed. “I know what you mean.” He told me his name and extended his hand for me to shake. His grip was solid, his hand calloused.
I was in love.
“Want to hop in for a minute?” I leaned over and pulled the button to unlock the passenger door.
Steven got inside and I could smell him: soap and sweat.
I was in love.
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