A swivel stool at the bar opened up, so Sam tossed his jacket over the top and sat on it, facing Cody. He scanned the crowd and wished he could tell them to shut up and listen to the young man. His voice was fantastic. Cody Douglas was absolutely fucking beautiful. And listening to him sing had Sam enthralled. You are not single. No fucking way. You have to say that to keep us sweet on you. Where's your other half? Sam tried to find a solo man in the room. There were several. He did believe Cody was gay, simply because he was so good at the sexual fantasies, and Sam had no reason to doubt him on that. He noticed a young man who was staring at Cody as he played but could only see him from the back. Though Sam could imagine Cody having any man he chose, in reality there was no way to guess which man in the room was his partner, or if Cody even had one. Sam stopped over-thinking this situation and tried to hear the lyrics over the noise of talking. When he caught a few lines, they made his heart ache. Forbidden love? Agony and ecstasy? Yeah, most gay men may feel that way. But snippets of Cody's conversation over the phone came back to Sam. That Cody revealed he had delved into taboo sex as well. BDSM taboo? Or something else? Sam didn't know his own limits. Yes, he drew the line at under-aged boys and bestiality, but other than that, was there anything he would not try…once? Cody finished his song and again a smattering of applause was heard. Cody smiled at the crowd and seemed to just see Sam in the room. His grin vanished. Sam was stunned. Did Cody recognize him? How could he? Sam gave him a timid wave. Cody's mouth dropped noticeably. "Um…I'm going to take a break now. Be back." Cody set his guitar down. Sam assumed Cody was going to walk directly towards him, judging from the strange surprise Cody expressed, but when Cody walked to one of the solo men in the room, Sam figured it had to be his partner. He finished his beer and prepared to leave, sensing defeat, as this sex chat stud had indeed someone in his life. Sam picked up his jacket and was ready to depart when he glanced back once more. There were two identical twins, standing and whispering into each other's ear while staring directly at him. "You have got to be kidding!" Sam laughed and blinked his eyes. He made a gesture to Cody that he hoped said, "Well?" Cody smiled and he and his carbon copy made their way over. "Are you, Brad?" Sam asked one, then the other. "Sam?" Cody laughed as he said it. "Yes! How on earth did you recognize me? I don't get it." Sam was gazing from one stunning twin to the other. "We spotted you at the club on Thursday for the big dick contest. Sasha singled you and another guy, Harry, out." Sam was shocked. "Did you know I was your chat guy?" "No. I hoped." Cody gestured to his brother. "This is Cat. I'm Cody." Cat extended his hand. "Christ, you are fantastic, Sam." Sam's thoughts went haywire thinking of Cody and his taboo sex. "No." Sam laughed at his own perverted idea. "Yes. You are!" Cat laughed with him. "No. I mean…" Sam stared at the twins as he thought about it. "Oh, hell yeah." Cat and Cody exchanged smiles but seemed confused. Cody asked, "Can you stay?" Sam gave each of the twins a head to toe inspection and kept shaking his head. "Oh, fuck yeah." Cody seemed to be getting Sam's drift. "Ahh, the conversation about taboo sex." "Tell me yes." Sam's cock grew thick. Cat and Cody exchanged shy glances. Finally Cody said softly, "Yes."
