It was rather small for my build, but I had no time to be picky—besides, it framed my muscular ass perfectly.“What the hell was that about?” I muttered to myself, still reeling from the events.I pulled on the wife beater and shorts, noticing that they were semi-sheer—anyone staring long enough could easily see what lay underneath.“Let’s get moving,” I heard my inner voice push me forward, a growing sense of dread urging me not to linger.I walked to my car, trying to act as normal as possible, and noticed that the back seat was packed with my belongings. Gay sex I had always been in good shape, but recently, I made sure to put in the work.Returning to California felt like retreating, yet the idea of a fresh start was tempting. I had to move, and fast“Hey there, sir,” old man Thomas came walking up to the car, studying my face.“You forgot your receipt.” he said, smiling.“Thank you, you’re too kind,” I said, taking the small, folded paper before driving off.A few miles down the road, I was still holding onto the gas station receipt for some reason.
