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Brett always scoped out his potential tricks.
    Why he noticed the guy, was beyond him. The man wasn’t even his type. He was too broad and looked to be too close to Brett’s height and age.
    “Breaking my balls,” the twinkish guy who had put quarters in the table and racked said while he walked around the table.
    Like Brett hadn’t heard that line before. He didn’t reply, but instead broke the loose rack. The younger guy he played, flirted throughout the whole game, but Brett wasn’t interested. The guy was just too small, looked easily breakable, even though Brett knew the twink likely fell into the mid to late twenty’s age range that he preferred.
    Brett had just sunk the eight ball when he felt his cell phone vibrate in his back pocket. He straightened up from the shot and politely declined his opponents offer to take a trip to the men’s room.
    Brett fished his phone out of his back pocket and swiped the pattern that would unlock the device. A Grindr icon was right next to the small F for Facebook and an envelope for email in his taskbar at the top of the screen. He pulled the menu down and tapped the Grindr message.
    Next to a picture of a beautifully hard cock that sported a Prince Albert was one word. ‘Interested?’ The cock was pretty, but it was the guys handle that sealed the deal. TPACUFFS.
    Brett wasn’t into kink, but only because the opportunity to explore the realm of kinky sex had never presented itself. It seems now it has.
    “Sure,” Brett answered the message.
    “Bathroom,” TPACUFFS replied.
    “Two minutes,” Brett responded.
    The pool table was almost directly in front of the restrooms. Since he was still standing next to it, he would have a clear view of whoever TPACUFFS was when the man went to the bathroom for their hook-up.
    Brett’s Grindr profile picture showed him from the chest up. His muscular chest was clearly defined even though Photoshop allowed him to cover himself in just enough shadow to hide his identity, but not obscure what he had to offer. TPACUFFS might be able to recognize him when he passed, but even if he did, Brett wasn’t concerned.
    When the regular he had noticed earlier walked by on his way into the restroom, Brett originally didn’t think anything about it. However, when the man paused in the archway to the bathrooms looked him dead in the eye, grinned, and winked, Brett’s gut clenched and he felt positive that the guy had a Prince Albert in his dark slacks.
    Less than a minute later Brett pushed through the men’s room door and didn’t stop before pushing open the door to the handicap stall. He was right. TPACUFFS was the guy who met his stare. The guy was almost the same height as Brett and had sandy blond hair. His hazel eyes met Brett’s and Brett didn’t look away when he closed the stall door and blindly locked it.
    Regardless of the guy’s body screaming ‘Top’ since TPACUFFS initiated the Grindr contact, Brett didn’t assume anything.
    “What do you want?” Brett asked when he stepped close enough to touch. “Want to wrap your lips around my cock or do you want me to play tonsil hockey by using that ball in your Prince Albert as a puck,” Brett whispered and grinned when his words made the other man moan softly.
    Brett enjoyed giving head just as much as receiving, so whatever the guy decided would be fine by him. Hands pawed at his waist and seconds later he was exposed and felt the hot palm wrap around him. He groaned and thrust into the first upstroke. Brett’s eyes never left the man who was tugging on his aching cock.
    “You into kink? Carry cuffs or are they reserved for your bedroom?” Brett asked on a breath that was beginning to pant.
    TPACUFFS grinned and in the blink of an eye, Brett’s cock was released, he was spun around, and pushed harshly chest first against the wall. A metal handcuff that looked way too real to have been bought at Todd’s adult store snapped around one of his wrists before the second one was