On the left and right of the slings, there were round bar tables and stools for people to relax, whilst watching the action on the slings. This was es...entially a voyeur area. The upstairs area was accessed by a narrow staircase, located to your left as you entered the barn. Upstairs, on your left, several side by side cubicles with canvas covered bunk beds were situated. Above the downstairs shower area, there was a raised platform against the wall, in front of which a dry wall with gloryholes. ’ I sidled up next to him on the bed and began stroking my cock and looking down at his. He reached over and took my cock in his hand and started jacking me off. I reciprocated and began playing with his swollen mass of flesh. I could feel the engorged veins in his fuck stick as I stroked him. He stopped stroking my cock, lifted up and pulled his boxers off, then leaned over, took my cock in his mouth and began sucking me like I’ve never been sucked before. My cock was wet with his saliva as he. ! Well we’d better go upstairs and then you can take him for a quick walk to see your mum then. Come on Rambo ... up the stairs.”Off he went, bounding up in front of us and waiting at the top panting with his long tongue hanging out. We entered the bedroom and I told Rambo to sit and Angela to get undressed and get on the bed. She excitedly undid her zip and pulled her jeans off, then her yellow t-shirt and bra, then I stepped in to pull her little pink panties down staring at her beautiful. No, this was about redemption, about closing circles of life, about closure itself. He had learned that his Grandfather had made that ring himself as a young man, one not much older than Jack had been that summer. A young man in love with a girl that he could never have. A man that loved that same woman throughout a lifetime. Through marriages and children and grandchildren. A man that fucking followed ‘that woman’ as he called her that day into the next life. And some warped, sick, nostalgic.