I went to a booth and picked up the phone. There was a quiet hiss and I woke up with a headache, bouncing around inside a wooden crate with cuffs on m... wrists and ankles and a ball strapped into my mouth. I guess that bit wasn't so romantic."Steve smiled. "My friends have ways they find hard to change," he said with a shrug of his shoulders."Anyway the crate was in a truck. It's transferred to a 'plane. It ended up here. Steve makes it plain that he wants me to stay. So I do. Of course I know. But the image of being entangled in a dirty kiss with his newspaper-bringing neighbor, had no effect on him. What about the guys he used to hang out with? Nope, no matter how much he tried to picture himself in some kind of amorous situation with any of them, he came up empty.There was only one explanation, if he was honest. He was sort of, gay for Aron. Damn, what a fucked up thing. Maybe it was just something he needed to fuck out of his system. But no, it was wrong. Aron had no idea. And he. He relaxed his grip. "Good boy"He let me up."Now for your reward" he said and knelt before me.I was so hard. The experience was beyond anything I'd ever imagined and I had reacted by getting the biggest, hardest boner of my life. Which now was being eagerly devoured by the guy at my feet. His hand gripped the shaft and stroked up and down and the head was deep in his mouth.Now I began to get an idea of what 'suck it' really meant. I felt like my dick was in a vacuum. Felt like that time I used. He was grinning like he couldn't believe his luck.And neither could I. Sanderson had a knack for spotting out-of-placerelationships that made her a prize as a partner, and this one was soobvious even I could tell. I took half a block to find a parking place,pretty good for New York City.Then it was a brisk walk to catch up with the happy couple and getahead of them. Sanderson flashed her badge at them and said, "NYPD,Reality Violations Division. We need to talk."The woman looked baffled..