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After splitting with Tracy, Patton found a rental deal with five people he managed at the Rip’s Billiard Room & Bar in Pasadena. This rental was a mansion at the top of the hills in East Los Angeles. Two female bartenders, a waitress, a chef, and his best bouncer – shared the main house.Patton rented the basement servant’s quarters. It was a large, basic apartment with everything he would need. Full kitchen, full bath, and a separate bedroom – a bedroom with closet that smelled of mildew. Damned thing seeped every time it rained.“Good thing I’m in L.A. If I lived in Seattle, I’d have to buy a fucking canoe,” he told his best friend, Charlie.Patton was a beautiful specimen. Twenty-five and striking. Soft blue eyes framed by high cheekbones, a square jaw, and a thick head of hair that was black as night. Six foot tall, one seventy – he projected innocence and strength all at once.Tracy tried like hell to keep him, but he was already too far gone. Gay fantasy and desire wore away at any chance of them staying together. By the time she felt the Büyükçekmece escort bayan strain on the relationship, there was more gay-sand in the bottom of the hourglass than straight-sand on top…and the sand was still falling. No chance for reversal. He had talked of needing some time away. Time to sort things out. She never knew the real reason.With his enormous sex drive, he always knew, given the chance, he’d pleasure a man. Up until now, it had been strictly women. He never sucked a cock, but he sure wondered what it might be like. Cocks looked so fucking juicy. Unbelievably so.Of course, he had one himself, and when Tracy was at work, he’d often throw his legs up over his head and cum into his own mouth. On other occasions, Patton would shove a fat pink cock-replica-vibrator into his asshole. He’d bought it for Tracy at a sex shop a few years back, knowing it would spend time inside of both of them.Cleaning that fucker to the point where it didn’t still reek of his shit-hole proved Escort Çatalca to be problematic. She’d know of his secret at the first hint of his musky colon. Sometimes, there’d be his scent up and down the giant pink cock. On these occasions, Patton would scrub it intently, before putting it back in the box.Patton also sat on empty beer bottles in the kitchen and gave himself enemas in the bathtub while she worked. He loved putting a video camera under the glass table in the living room, and then shooting his hot load all over the glass. At times, Patton even pushed his cock into his own asshole. This was not only enjoyable, but very empowering. With all of these things, he released much more sperm while Tracy was away, than he ever did with her present. Now, he wanted to release his seed in the presence of other men.His first night off, living at the new place, presented an opportunity to go out and experience a man. To touch a man in a way he’d never done. He was flush with excitement. He found his cock Esenler escort filling with blood and pushing against the zipper as he walked to his truck.West Hollywood was Patton’s destination. Being from L.A., he knew that’s where much of the gay population was concentrated. He started his truck and headed for the 10 Freeway. Making his way to West Hollywood, Patton drove around some until he noticed a rainbow flag under a dim yellow cone-light. Above the flag, he saw “Buck” in large sheet metal letters. He took a left at the next corner and parked.His heart was racing. For a moment, it called all of the blood back from his cock. “What is this going to be like?” He thought of how he could be a slut in the company of another man. Patton had dreamed of this very thing. He could finally find himself the object of male desire. His cock started to grow again. Before it was fully erect, Patton exited his vehicle. Adjusting his bulge, he felt the precum all over his underwear. It drenched the flank of his fuckstick. His was soaked.Patton pulled on the door of the bar, and stepped inside. No one noticed. The place was mostly full – full of men. Seemed to be men of all sizes and shapes. Some were obviously together, and some were alone – like himself. Club music was playing, but not too loud. Patton walked over to the bar and sat down at an open stool.
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