"I guess that'd depend on how you came at me."

Mac grins. "Well," he says, and looms over you, stepping onto the same step as you. "I was thinking..." He reaches around you with both arms, and his large hands take your ass, each palm squeezing one cheek. Mac yanks you toward him, pulling you against his wide chest, and looking down at you with a kind of smirk on his pockmarked face.

"Ah," you say. He's strong, and he's definitely happy to see you. You can feel his hard on against your stomach. It feels massive. You look up at him.

"Not running away," he says. "That's good." His hands squeeze again. "When I come at a boy like you, it's not unusual for them to run away." He smiles for the first time - barely - and the result is more than a little intimidating.

"I bet," you say. Your voice shakes. You feel your skin burning red. And your dick starts to get hard. He's definitely a masculine and take-charge type. It's kind of hot.

"Yeah," he says, squeezing your ass again. "The ones that don't though, after I come at 'em, I get 'em. And when I get 'em, they're mine for the night, you get it? I got a hotel room, a very big, very hard dick, and a boy's ass in my hands I'd love to fucking split wide open. You hear me, boy?"

You swallow at his blunt words.