"That's what his voicemail said. I tried calling him, but he's out of service at the moment." He's either asleep or on a plane. He'll want to report a... soon as possible so he doesn't lose any training time."Devlin pointed at the list of teams in the Oakland Athletics minor league organization. "What team do you think he'll end up on? Could he be playing for the major league team?" It's possible," Tim said, nodding. "I think he'll end up in Sacramento, or maybe Midlands in Texas."Devlin looked. He opened the door and said hello. My heart began racing extremely fast. He invited me in and closed the door behind me. He hadn't even touched me yet and my g string was already soaked. We made our way to his kitchen table, where we talked for a while. We drank his entire bottle of wine as we flirted even more, me bending forward as much as I could so he could get a great view of my cleavage. I was tanked out of my mind. I was so horny I had wanted him to fuck my brains out already. . All that matters is the meditative walk in a long straight line, going nowhere, looking vaguely for something. I wonder why he brought me along. This is so intimate for him and each of us is fundamentally alone in our own thoughts tonight, anyway. Something inside of me tells me this is an apology. He knows I have lost my stillness, just like he has. He knows I am tired. He can see it in my eyes. He knows the truth just like I do. He knows that, together, we are transient. These woods are his. These two were not really gay lovers by any stretch of the imagination but that did not stop them from giving each other a really good hand job whenever they got together. This pattern of behaviour had begun the first time they met on the evening of Tracey’s very first day at Blanke Schande College. That was over five years ago now and they each just really loved the pleasure they discovered they could give each other after jerking each other off on that night. They were doing this right now.