I needed to calm down just a bit, so I took a leisurely tour around the store and then went back to the booths. I saw him standing outside a booth and...followed him inside. He locked the door and we immediately dropped our pants to our ankles. I also removed my t-shirt, so he did the same, so we were naked from the ankles up. He fed a bunch of tokens into the machine, wrapped his fingers around my still hard cock and took a step closer, placing his cock alongside mine and started masturbating us. I could do those without thinking, without effort. It was just my swimming that sucked. I tried. I really tried. But it just seemed the harder I tried, the faster he went. It was as if my energy was affecting his speed, not mine. I lost by 3.2 seconds. The next closest person was over 5 seconds back, but that didn't help any.I'd had enough. I had my shot at love and I blew it. No reason to obsess on it any further. Time to realize Jill was gone and get on with my life.The pats on the back and. ”Patrick laughed. “Right. The Parsee doesn’t count as an inhabitant!”“And the Just-so Stories were published in 1902!”“So there we are! And Kipling was talking about India.”“He was talking about the British Empire.”“Oh, don’t forget that a few years earlier he advocated the US taking over the Philippines.”“Did he really?”“Yes. It’s a rather offensive poem called ‘The White Man’s Burden’. Someone cited it in a submission to the journal.”“Enough of that! There’s a space!”Gordy was already at a. Saturday night we went out for drinks and dancing and on the way into the club I tripped and twisted my ankle. I hobbled to our table and sat down and ordered drinks, but obviously, at least for me, dancing was out.Brenda sat at the table and watched the dance floor and her body swayed in time to the music. After we had been there an hour a young man came over from where he had been sitting at the bar and asked Brenda if she would like to dance. She looked at me and I told her to go ahead and.