True to their word, there was a big bottle of Scotch and very soon we were in a heated air hockey tournament. If I'd known how far out they lived I might have reconsidered, it seemed like we drove forever before we got to a little ranch house in the country. Rick was drunk, but like most 20-somethings, thought he'd still be okay to drive, so off we went. They said they had some whisky and an air hockey table back at the house they shared and challenged me to a game or two. As sometimes happens, we had become buddies by then and didn't feel like calling it a night. We traded dirty jokes and lamented the lack of ladies until last call. While I couldn't exactly discuss literature with them, they were fun enough to be around. They seemed like nice guys just out for a good time and not much else. The only reason I came here was I lived just a couple blocks away and could walk home when I felt like getting too drunk to drive. Unfortunately they came to the wrong bar, this one was just a dive bar and the chances of hooking up with some pussy were slim to none, I should know. They were a few years younger than my 31 years and had come out that night trying to get laid. As the night wore on I found myself playing these two buddies, Rick and Tony. I found myself at my usual bar drinking alone and trying to win a game or two of pool. Stories Hub / Gay Male / Forced to Service Forced to Service
