“I’m sorry, I’ll move from the pump if a car comes up. Gay sex I sat down at Larry’s table. Not particularly muscular but not bad looking. no . . He clucked and groaned as he rubbed on the cream as if the wounds, the slight pain–I didn’t want to overrepresent how much real damage Kincaid had done–were his as much as mine.When he was done, I slid down onto my knees on the floor, pressing in between his knees.He looked down at me, paralyzed with shock, a rumbling coming up from deep inside him, as I unzipped him and fished out his cock. “Can I stay here tonight?” I asked, it suddenly occurring to me that the three places in this clutch of buildings that I now had rooms–the consignment store, the bar, and the motel–were all places I didn’t want to be tonight.“I don’t know,” he stammered. “And whenever you want to leave here, I’ll drive you anywhere you want to go.
