"Fuck, you must be from some fucked up state. Not here, gorgeous. Sixteen where I'm from, seventeen in New York." He did not check his emails, but he had made sure to check the basics. He might like young men, but not enough to end up in jail for a piece of us.
"You do that," he said, snorting, because this kid was smart and quick, not afraid to answer. Brian was wondering just where this kid had come from, and why he was so worried about rules. Most teenagers couldn't wait to break those rules.
"Not one bit," he said. "You aren't the first teenager I've hit on. You wouldn't be the first I've fucked. I own a club in Pittsburgh. You could say that I'm ... well known in the gay community, the party side of it. Kids throw themselves at me all the time. It's never bothered me." He pulled back, and put a hand on his back pocket, while he studied John. "You are, however, the first teenager so concerned with rules, whether it's sex, or drinking, because you weren't drinking the other day." That was something Brian noticed, just like the fact that none of them smoked, and no one made any disappearances to possibly get high. "It makes me wonder why so worried about rules when there's no one to worry about it, no parents to ground you." He wouldn't wonder for long; he had men to fuck, of course.