Chapter three

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Max says, biting his lip nervously. He stands on his front doorstep as I finish loading my bags onto the bike. I turn to him and pull him in for a hug.

I’ve been here a week, and I swear the longer I’m around, the harder it is to say goodbye. Maybe when Bron gets signed to a team, I should think about settling down nearby. Or at least stay in the same state. I have to turn down business from all over the country, so my job wouldn’t be a problem. It’s not like I really have to go where the work is. I do it because I love to travel.

Maybe Bron will play for a West Coast team. I do like the warmth.

The DNA test results came in last night, and we have a winner. Kenny, the biker from Oregon, is my father. I’m relieved I don’t have to go all hacker on my parents and destroy their lives. I just don’t have the energy.

“I’m going to be fine. You need to stay here. You’ve got a game in two days and this is a five-hour trip. Plus, I’ve already seen that the next town over from where we’re meeting has a gay bar. I’m going to have a great time finding a hookup to release any tension from the ride,” I pull back so he can see me waggle my eyebrows, earning me a smile and an eye roll.

“I just worry about you. You don’t know anything about this man other than he’s part of a motorcycle club in Oregon.”

“I also know his name is Kenny, and I know that the motorcycle club helps victims of domestic abuse and at-risk queer teens.”

“What if that is all front and they’re actually smuggling drugs?” he says, nervously biting his bottom lip. I give him a look. “You know you shouldn’t stereotype. Just because you watched that one show, doesn’t mean that every motorcycle club is going to be like that.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry, it’s just… I wish I could be there for you like you’ve always been there for me.”

“I wasn’t there when you first moved to LHU and had issues with Bron.”

“Yeah, but that all turned out great,” he says and I smile, knowing he’s fallen into my trap.

“Exactly dude, and so will this. Just trust me, okay?” He nods. Good enough for me. “I promise I will keep you updated, and I will even turn on my location the whole time so you can keep track of me.”

He finally smiles. “Thank you, Nicky. I’m sorry, you shouldn’t be dealing with my worries. I should be the one comforting you right now.”

“Max, it’s fine.” I pull him in for another hug. “Right, off you go to practice. I hope your coach doesn’t rip you a new one for being late.”

I let him go and put my helmet on before getting on my bike. I leave him standing there waving as I ride off into the sunset.

Well, actually into the late afternoon sun, but it sounds better the other way.

This whole thing could be a mistake, but I have a really good feeling about Kenny. I know Max thinks I should have put my skills to use and find out everything I can on Kenny, but a small stupid part of me wants to learn all about him, from him. Like I would have done if I had gotten the chance to grow up with him. Like a real dad.

Ugh, I’ve given in to the hope.

I’m ridiculous.

I really should have taken more breaks, I think, as the hot water sluices over my aching muscles. Actually, I should have taken any breaks.

These fucking nerves are killing me.

Five hours straight on a bike wasn’t the smartest idea. The minute I checked in, I did the world’s longest piss, ordered food, and took a nap. I probably should have taken a shower then, too. Oh well.

I finish washing myself, making sure I pay special attention to my ass. I need to relieve tension, and getting pounded into my motel mattress sounds like the best idea. At the very least, I’m going to get a blow job. Fuck, I think I’d settle for a rushed hand job. I just need to feel another person tonight. Me, myself, and I won’t cut it.

I get out of the shower, quickly dry off, and get dressed in my best down-to-fuck outfit. My only DTF outfit. Wardrobe space is tight when your whole life fits on a motorcycle. It’s still the best one out there. Tight black jeans and a white tank top with the top half meshed so my nipples are on display.

I have really great nipples. Guys see them and immediately want to suck them, which is fine by me. Maybe sometime I’ll see if I can come from nipple play alone.

With that hot thought, I put my boots on and head over to the queer bar I mentioned to Max.

I walk through the doors and take in the scene. It looks like any other bar in any other small town. Except for the rainbows and all the pride flags everywhere.

Once I’ve ordered a drink, I turn around on the stool at the bar to take in the selection of hotties.

One guy, in particular, gets my attention, weaving his way through the crowds and heading straight towards me is a hot blond guy. He’s wearing light blue wash jeans, with a bright pink crop top exposing abs that I want to lick, and the tips of a tattoo I really need to see more of.

This guy is built, just like me. Maybe even bigger. My eyes slowly rake over his happy face, with a big, bold smile, and emerald green eyes, and I’m really fucking glad I’m sitting down.

He has dimples.

Dimples.

I already know I will do whatever this man asks of me. Fuck, I want to fill those little dips with my cum. My cock starts to harden, and I try my best not to squirm when I see his gaze zero in on me. His smile turns predatory.

Yes, hunt me down.

Fuck me.

Do whatever you want with me.

He finally reaches me and holds out his hand.

“Hi, I’m the man you’re going to be taking home tonight.”