His brother had flopped onto his bed with his forearm across his face, not even bothering to pull off his wet boots.It was a pretty sure bet what was ...oing on. Aaron sat beside him and said, “Look, Adam, I know this is hard. What happened yesterday should never happen to anyone, let alone a kid your age, but it did and it’s done. What you did was right and proper, protectin’ your sister the way you did. There’s nothin’ you should feel guilty or ashamed about.”Adam moved his arm from over his. So, he pushed the man into the river.Arthur flailed his arms, and went down on a rock, which bruised his hip. He floundered in the water, sitting up.“Wha’d you do that for?” he whined.He labored to get up, and, as soon as he was standing, Bobby pushed him again, into deeper water.It took fifteen minutes, but eventually, Arthur sobered up enough to start fighting back. That was fine with Bobby. He deflected the man’s weak swings, and kept pushing him back into the river. He had to actually chase. This story takes place not long after that time . . . some more background first:When I was in college from 1995 to 1998 I enjoyed a porn addict's heaven on Yonge St in downtown Toronto. I would sometimes spend whole days going from one porn store with either a small "theatre" or video booths, to a strip club to another porn store or strip club. There were several of each with in a few blocks.One store in particular became my favourite store to go to. It was actually the very first adult store. I'm pleasantly releived, he seems friendly and warm, though a little nervous as well. We ask him if he'd like a drink and order for him - it's on us. We talk with this new friend for about an hour, just basic get-to-know-ya's, and a little loosening up as the alcohol hits. I am a little more relaxed now. I start to get turned on realizing what we're about to do. Subtly, under the table, I rub your cock through your pants. I can feel that you're already getting a little hard. I feel a pulse or.