Despite the burly clientele, the place was surprisingly well kept and the food quite good. A cut above either Denny's or IHOP, believe it or not. And ...ervice was good, even at three in the morning."Remind me not to judge a place by its appearance again," I said after swallowing a bite of french toast. "How did you stumble across this place?" A friend of mine from high school became a trucker after he graduated. He told me about this place when I told him I was moving out to Boston. I came here. Somehow something we did came to the attention of the authorities and that became impossible.“I do not want to hold anyone here against their will. If any of you want to be put back on Earth you will be but I cannot guarantee your safety if we do so. There are many things we can attempt to do now but they all come with risks. Some of the rewards, to me, far exceed the risks. As Captain of this vessel I will not attempt to operate it as a democracy, however, I would like to get some input from. Then he let the head come close to Alan's ass."You want to stick it in, don't you?" I mouthed."Yes, for you," he mouthed back, pointing at me.I shook my head no, but then he looked back down at Alan's ass. I didn't know what if he'd make a move or not, but his intended target was out in the open, so he had the perfect chance to do so if he chose to do it.'Oh, I want him to do it because it would be insanely hot, but I don't want it to be a mood killer for Alan though. I want my two boys to fuck. Now here he was. With his problem right across the room. Fuck! “Hey Damon, do you know that guy over there?” Matt asked Damon. “He’s been staring at you all evening.”Damon turned to look and froze when he saw Tristan. Shit! “Yeah, his father is my business partner.” He told his pals.Later that evening, Damon was standing with the guys at the side of the pub, getting ready to hop into his car when Dean drew his attention to the fact that his business partner’s son was headed their way. Damon.