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Posted on: February 18, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
You have to be creative to have fun in a small town. That means things like hay rides, cow tippin’, skinny dippin’, etc. But most of time, people just get together, hang out at somebody’s house, maybe light a bonfire or throw in a crappy scary movie, and then just drink themselves into oblivion. The summer during my sophomore year of college, I was tossed right back into this quaint little small southern town environment when I headed home from school. I had taken a job as a line cook at the old restaurant I’d worked at since high school, so I was reunited with some of my old cronies and also made friends with a few of the new guys. But mostly, I spent time with the waitresses. Since I was the only gay guy at the restaurant, I just tended to relate a little better to the ladies! One night, my friend Karen invited me to head out with everyone after to work to J.T.’s place. J.T. was the ‘new’ bartender. Really, he’d been there for nearly a year, but he was new to me since I had never met him before I’d returned home. He was a great looking guy. Tall, lean, dark, close-cropped hair and that perfect amount of prickly stubble on his chiseled cheeks and jaw. But he was a player, and a jackass at that. In the couple weeks that I had been back at the restaurant he had already dicked over (quite literally) two ...
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