I wasn't concerned about my livelihood or bills to pay. This was my life. It wasn't great, it wasn't flashy but it was mine. I helped make stories for...those kids who sat at the back of the class, who no one ever wanted to sit with at lunch time, who couldn't talk to another person or didn't want to. I wanted to make something for the outcasts in the world and now . . . now I can't.All I could do for the present was to go home. I got into my car and decided to listen to my Final Fantasy playlist. “Damn Dave” he said as I stood up and strolled over, “I can get my hand through here” he continued as I got closer, I felt his hand touch my thigh and seemed to be moving up.“I don’t think it will be a problem Gary, do you?” I asked as his hand reached the bottom of my silky shorts and I felt his fingers wrap around my shaft gently squeezing, “Absolutely not mate” he said as I stood there letting him have a fondle between my legs, seems like I have my own private glory hole now.After a few. You later said you were surprised and pleased that I was able to take all of it in. After sucking it and moving my head faster and faster, you stopped and pulled away saying I don’t deserve your cum yet. You hid your cock away again and told me to stand. You helped me up, then you took off the blindfold. You led me by the chain again to stand next to a small picnic table. It was under a tree. You told me to bend over and put my head on the table. You left me there for a moment or two before you. We left the bar and headed for Joe's car. As he opened the door for me, he leaned in a little closer this time. Was he smelling my hair? We drove in silence to a small restaurant on the outskirts of the city. We parked in a small, dark lot behind the restaurant and went inside. The interior was dim and intimate. There were only a few other customers. We were shown to a small booth and the waitress arrived promptly to take our drink orders."What's your story, Joe? Why is an attractive guy like.