The first time, I whipped off the wet towel to see his face. He was out of breath, wet, red-cheeked. Neither of us spoke although we knew we had broke... an unspoken barrier.As the weeks, months and years went by, we moved on to 69-ing each other with him lying beside me on the massage table. He finally "lost" the jockstrap, but I often asked him to keep the soccer sorts on so that I could grope around in them to find and pull out the fat head of his dick before I swallowed it. There was very. Nobody was there to greet me. Well, and why would they be. I'd told nobody I was coming back. And, truth be told I wasn't sure until my last day inside that I would be, coming back to my old haunts that is. But, with Sean coming from a town only fifty miles up state; well, it was a no brainer.The Blue Collar was a bar I'd stopped at a few times in the distant past: it was across the street, well, catty-corner, to the bank. I stopped there now. I had close to three hundred and fifty dollars in. More

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