1. Milo #2
They all laughed. Milo looked around, seeing whether he could spot Langdon.
He was in his early thirties, so not as old as Milo liked them, but there was nothing he loved more than getting an alpha-looking man and taking him apart in the bedroom.
Langdon was all muscle, tattoos, and stubble, and he’d always engaged in some flirty banter with Milo.
Had he missed an opportunity? Even if that had been an option, he wouldn’t have gone there, though, not with the crush Liam had on him.
That’s something you didn’t do to your friends – well, Milo didn’t.
Most gay guys didn’t have the same code of ethics when it came to cock.
Looking around, there were plenty of guys who were his type.
Madame Hoes catered to an older crowd, which is why he liked it here, but nobody was giving him the time of day.
The only ones who were looked like they wanted to take Milo over their knee and spank him while he called them Daddy.
He was not one to judge, but that wasn’t his thing.
“Tattooed silver fox at six o’clock,” said Liam. “I’m going in.”
They all watched as Liam sashayed over to the beefy man, who had the whole biker look going on, and if you squinted, you would think he was Langdon’s father.
Milo couldn’t help but chuckle. Liam was determined and resourceful.
They watched the interaction, and after a few seconds of conversation, the guy’s giant hands were already stroking Liam’s arse, and Liam was batting his eyelashes like an old tart.
“That’s him gone for the night,” said Hassan. “Shall we go to Mickey’s?”
“The show hasn’t been on yet,” said Milo.
“There are no jocks in here.”
“I thought you had something going on with that guy at the gym.”
“He’s got a girlfriend.”
Milo wrinkled his nose in disgust. He had no issue with guys who were closeted – it was each person’s choice when and how they came out – but he deplored cheaters. If you were still figuring things out, you didn’t need to do that whilst you were in a relationship with someone else.
“I want to stay and watch the show,” said Milo. “Then I’ll head home and you can go hunting.”
Hassan seemed happy with that approach and went to get the next round from the bar. Milo was on the vodka and Diet Cokes tonight. He’d usually start with a few beers, but he needed to get drunk without feeling like complete shite the next day. He did not want his weekend to be spent in bed.
Disappointingly, Hollywood Starr was not performing, but some of the regular queens put on a great show.
A mix of standup comedy and live singing was Milo’s favourite.
By midnight he was ready to call it a night, so he left his friends to venture off to Mickey’s, and he headed for the night bus.
They lived in Camden, in North London, so he had a few buses he could catch and be home in twenty minutes.
A cab would be a waste of money given it was only him.
As he got onto Charring Cross Road, a bus was pulling up, so he ran for it and made it.
That was handy. There was a seat available as well.
Once he was seated, he put his headphones on, and started one of his playlists.
The seven vodkas he’d drunk were swirling round and making him feel reckless, so he opened the infamous hookup app.
BreedMe69: Sup
Milo rolled his eyes at the profile name, but to be fair, it was clear what the guy wanted. The picture was a faceless torso, but the guy was muscular with tattoos, which was perfection.
TwinkTop8: Where are you based?
Milo didn’t believe in wasting time with pleasantries – well, not when he was drunk.
He snorted at his own profile name, which was new.
The one thing gay men did not do was read, so he needed to get the point across in his profile name.
Yes, he had a twink look, but he didn’t bottom, and he was packing the right equipment.
BreedMe69: Holloway. How hung?
Milo rolled his eyes.
TwinkTop8: 8
BreedMe69: Pics?
TwinkTop8 [three pictures of cock from different angles]
BreedMe69: You free now?
Milo could stay on the same bus to Holloway, so it wasn’t too much of a faff. The guy must have had a wide search radius on to pick up Milo in Soho, but who was he to complain?
TwinkTop8: Send face pic
BreedMe69: [two pictures of Langdon lookalike]
Milo had to do a double take, as he wasn’t sure if the guy was catfishing Langdon, but it wasn’t him.
He did a quick reverse search on the images and nothing came up, so the guy wasn’t using a stock image, but it didn’t throw up any social media hits either.
That could be because he had all his profiles locked down. It wasn’t an instant red flag.
BreedMe69 shared his address, which was only five minutes from where the bus stopped, so that worked out. Milo said he’d be there in twenty minutes. He was about to close the app when he got another message.
SilverFoxSubDL: Hello handsome!
TwinkTop8: Hello yourself. You got a face pic?
SilverFoxSubDL: I’m DL. Are you a total top?
TwinkTop8: Yes. Packing eight inches.
SilverFoxSubDL: Would love it inside me!
Milo couldn’t help but chuckle. The guy knew what he wanted, but he would not meet a faceless profile – he could be a serial killer. He respected people’s right to privacy, but he needed to see a face picture before he met up with someone. It was a rule he never broke.
SilverFoxSubDL: Do you know The Back Room?
Milo smiled. What self-respecting gay man didn’t know that underground club in King’s Cross?
It was infamous for its . . . back room.
Milo had never been in there, but he’d visited the club and seen many a man disappear for a while into the notorious maze.
It wasn’t a dark room, more like a dark labyrinth from what he’d heard from Hassan, who’d definitely had firsthand experience of shuffling around inside the cavernous space with his pants around his ankles.
TwinkTop8: Who hasn’t heard of that place?
SilverFoxSubDL: We could meet in one of the rooms. My hole will be prepped and waiting for you to fuck me hard with that big cock of yours.
Okay, this guy knew how to talk, but he already had something arranged, and the lack of a face picture was setting off red flags, especially when he was asking to meet in a dark room.
This guy was taking DL to another level.
Milo looked at his pictures again. There were no tattoos, but he was muscled and hairy, which was a big tick for Milo.
He zoomed in and could see grey in his chest hair.
Fuck, that was hot. His profile said he was forty, so he would be at least five years older than that, if not more.
Milo must be one of the few guys online who didn’t lie about his age.
The secret silver fox was tempting as there was something about him that piqued his interest, but Milo didn’t piss people around. He’d made a commitment to fuck BreedMe69, and he would honour it. Now that was a sentence he would never say out loud.
SilverFoxSubDL: You into verbal?
Milo couldn’t resist replying to that. He loved a filthy mouth.
TwinkTop8: Do you want me to split you open with my thick cock? Have you barely able to walk after I wreck your hole?
SilverFoxSubDL: Fuck. Yes, I can be your little cum slut!
Milo was hard as a rock on the bus, and the constant vibration of the engine was doing nothing to calm things down.
The bus was at Warren Street, so he could get off here and walk to Kings Cross and meet this anonymous guy in a dark room, or go to the other guy’s flat, who had shared his address and a face picture.
His brain knew what he should do. His cock, driven by the vodka, had other ideas, but he was sticking to the plan.
He didn’t want to close the door on the silver-fox sub, though, so he sent another message.
TwinkTop8: Is The Back Room where you usually meet guys?
SilverFoxSubDL: I know it’s weird, but I need anonymity and discretion. There’s no wife and kids or anything like that, but I’m not out and I need to keep things DL because of my job.
TwinkTop8: I need to get home tonight as I’ve had a few drinks and I want to be fully alert when I rail you. Can we keep in touch? I don’t live far from King’s Cross.
SilverFoxSubDL: Of course. It’s a shame, as I’m already prepped and stretched for you. Can you at least show me what that eight-inch cock looks like so I know what I’m missing out on.
TwinkTop8: [sends cock pics]
SilverFoxSubDL: Fuck! I could ride that beast for hours. You want to hear something funny?
TwinkTop8: Always!
SilverFoxSubDL: Your cock is the same size as the difference between our heights!
Milo looked at his profile and saw the silver fox was six feet two, so he was right. Milo wasn’t sure what point he was making, but he couldn’t help but smile.
SilverFoxSubDL: A short, younger guy with a gigantic cock taking control is my biggest turn-on.
Milo groaned in frustration, but he’d decided.
Tonight wasn’t the night for taking a risk.
He just wanted to get laid and fuck out months of frustration.
He said goodnight to silver fox and confirmed the breed-me guy, who was thankfully still online.
That would have been a bitch if he’d suddenly ghosted Milo.
Once he was in Holloway, he hopped off the bus and used the map on his phone to walk to the street the guy’s flat was on.
He lived in one of the newer blocks, and as soon as he pressed the buzzer, the door clicked open.
That was trusting, but maybe the guy was just horny.
Hopefully they could skip the small talk and get straight to it.
Milo didn’t want to get home too late. His body would automatically wake up at six o’clock regardless of when he went to bed.
Milo knocked on the door, and a few seconds later it opened.
At least the guy looked exactly like his pictures. That was a promising start.
“You’ve got to be fucking joking!” said the guy.
“Excuse me?” asked Milo, his heart sinking.
“You’re a short arse. You said you were a top.”
“I am a top.”
“Yeah right. Get fucked!”
The guy slammed the door in his face. Milo was bombarded with a mix of emotions, from fury to shame.
His height was on his profile, so it wasn’t his fault if people didn’t read.
It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to him, although never so rudely and brutally.
He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t be doing that here.
He made his way back out onto the street and started walking back towards the high street.
A bus going back to Camden would be along soon.
It looked like he’d made the wrong decision tonight.
He pulled out his phone and reopened the app, only to discover his silver fox was offline. Fuck. His. Life!