Ask for a raincheck

As appealing as either of those options are, now that Alex has busted a nut, his stomach is finally winning out over his cock.

“That’s all very tempting, Kelly, but I’m going to have to take a raincheck for now. I’m really hungry, and I need to be ready to ride as soon as Sir Roderick is ready.”

“Of course, Sweetie. If you change your mind, just say the word. I’ve got a new gal who is just your type, and I suspect she would rock your world.”

She leads him out of the office, through the kitchen, and to a stool at the bar. Alex sheepishly avoids looking at the other patrons, until he realizes that none of them will think any less of him if they knew he just got a blowjob from the owner of the establishment. “I guess that’s why all of these guys are here,” Alex said to himself, feeling only somewhat less awkward.

Kelly finds out what Alex wants for dinner and says to the bartender, “Take care of my boy here. He needs to replenish his bodily fluids.” She gives Alex a sly wink and returns to her place by the front door, greeting guests.

“What will it be, son?” asks the bartender, a large, hulkish-looking fellow with massive biceps.

Alex is about to ask for a lemonade, but stops himself. “Today I am a man,” he told himself, proudly. Remembering the drink Roderick had given him earlier, he orders a fire water. When the drink arrives, he swallows it down easily, and he thinks how far he has come since first setting out with Roderick just a few hours ago.

Speaking of Roderick, Alex’s brow furrows as he realizes that it has been a while since he has seen him. He glances toward the kitchen and sees no indication that his dinner’s arrival is imminent. Looking around the room, he sees no sign of Roderick. He must be upstairs, or he has already finished whatever he was doing and is waiting for him outside.