They laughed over something on their phones. Three old men were at a table by the fire to our right, pints of Guinness and playing a card game. We too... a corner booth on the right and debated what we were to drink.I felt peckish so munched handfuls of the coffee beans at this point; they made me feel giggly and giddy. The barmaid behind the bar was in her mid-twenties, auburn hair, cute, and bored.The drinks order went in, and a double shot of seven-year-old rum placed in front of me, just what. “Oh, I didn’t know it was catered.”One of the burly guys piped up, “It isn’t usually.”Another chuckled, “Yeah Abe usually gets us baloney and cheese,” then took a big bite of prime rib.The first one ginned, “Better than a shit sandwich.”The second grinned, “Not by much.”Abe plopped down with his, “Shut it Simmons. Count yourselves blessed, that good hearted soul heard what we were doing and he donated all this food for us. Said he wanted us all to have a good time of it.”“This is free? Oh. “Shut up and suck, pretty twink,” he said with an affectionate smile that was entirely at odds with what happened next. I didn't suck him. I got my face fucked. He wasn't completely erect when he first slipped into my mouth, and I had time to enjoy feeling his cock swell pretty quickly to full weapon status. Then it got rough. It took maybe ten strokes for his cock to get all the way down my throat. The first time he bottomed out he immediately drew all the way back until just his head was in. ‘What did you do differently?’ I asked. Todd told me he had changed nothing. ‘It is you who are different,’ he replied. Yes, tonight was different. Suddenly, I realized that I had tapped into some natural instinct of raw sexuality that had been outside of my comfort zone. It happened in sync with writing the script for Angie, my confession to Todd, his positive reviews, and his sharing of a personal secret. Letting go of my fear of putting pornographic words into electronic print broke down a.