Chapter 25

Following our sex-gig, I climbed out his Hummer, told him, “So long,” and moved on to the next guy to fuck, still thinking about Just.

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On Friday night I walked home semi-blitzed from The Under Him Bar. I was picked up by a forty-something stranger with bear-like qualities on Heshner Street in the city. He had a heavy beard, thick head of hair, massive chest and shoulders, and lumberjack-type legs. He called himself Twain, which I sort of liked. I was taken to his apartment, eaten up by his hungry tongue, and instructed to fuck him on my back while I twisted his nipples. He came on my chest and glazed my pecs and nipples with his come. I was jacked off, decorated his swinging balls with my come, and was welcomed back to his apartment anytime I wanted to.

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