He kinda looks like the cage fighter Urijah Faber and as we were chatting the words "ex boyfriend" slip out of my mouth and with that, thats all he ne...ded. So he invited me back to his place for a few drinks and a few blocks later we enter his house. We made some Tequila sunrises and went up to his room and he started to massage my tense muscles and then all of the sudden quicker then you could say "flaming fag" he got this look in his eyes, ripped my shirt off and started sucking and kissing. Saturday was their golf day and their one morning to relax.Both men were avid golfers. Thomas, who was big and strong, could hit the ball a mile. John couldn't hit it near as far; however, he was much better around the greens. Consequently, they were pretty much equal when they calculated their handicaps. That made them very competitive, but always in a friendly sort of way.The relationship between the two men began in college. They had met at a fraternity party, and though they were very. I saved a few for Gene and his men, but generally everyone I knew locally had a cigar to celebrate the birth of my child.I was back at the hospital by nine. Sue and the baby were doing what they would often be doing. Sue was nursing Stevie. Would it become me Steve, him Stevie, or him being Jr? What a mess!Sue had a serene look on her face as she gazed down at our son. She looked at me and smiled warmly, and looked back down as his little mouth worked to bring the life giving juices to him. He. I can’t move from my spot, I tell you. Wouldn’t last a day if I had to find a new place to sleep every night. And my customers—what would they do? If I wasn’t here for them, they’d be in an awful fix. I figure this stool is where I live my life and this stool is where I’ll die one day.” G2 liked Granny Sal. She never expected him to say anything. She made up all the stories about him that she told and he believed her. Yes, he would head south for the winter and sit on fine sunny beaches in.