He went back to the movie rooms and got a room, but he made his way back out to the preview area to see what movies were playing, and he also checked ...e out again. He headed back to a booth and left the door unlatched. I decided he might be nice to play with so I joined him in the booth.“Take off your pants and let me suck your cock,” he said. I did and he started sucking my cock and working on my balls really nice. His mouth felt so good going up and down on my dick. It was fantastic. He then. I gently nudge him back, and we both collapse onto the bed, entangled in an impossible knot of desire. I run my fingers through his salt and pepper hair as his lips find my throat.Our moans echo off the walls, forming some primal chorus of lust. As his body begins to relax, I press my hands into his sculpted chest, and I lift myself up. I straddle his throbbing shaft and lower myself down onto him.His hands guide my hips as I begin to ride him. Up and down, grinding back and forth, caressing. I made many good friends in the Team and I would miss them. We were truly a ‘Band Of Brothers’. It took me two days of hard driving to get back home. Driving into town, late the second night, I observed that things had not changed all that much. Some of the store fronts downtown had received a facelift and new street lighting had been installed and that’s about it. My old neighborhood was exactly as I had left it six years ago. Pulling into the driveway of my old home I grabbed a small bag. “Thanks, but I don’t want you to get whatever I have. I promise I’m not avoiding you, so much as avoiding everyone. I’m quarantining myself, except for finals. After all the torture the professors have put us through, I don’t care if they get it.” I’ve never considered sex a torture before, but last night has opened my eyes. I try to sound appreciative and light-hearted, but I really don’t want company right now, especially not someone that gets turned on just by the sound of my voice. I hate.