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“My sweet Charlie,” I whispered. He gripped my dick, and I tried to hold off as long as I could, but after a few strokes I knew it wouldn’t be long, and the way his hips faltered I thought he must be close too. His eyes rolled back, his breath stuttered as he stroked me through his own climax, and I joined him. He held me through the last shudder of sensation and gently wovehis fingers through my hair as my breath slowed down, and he relaxed next to me.

“So, about that club Millie mentioned,” Charlie said. His cheeks were flushed pink and sweat beaded on his brow, making him look hot as fuck as he propped his head up on his hand.

“Oh yes, I know which club she was talking about.” I grinned, because I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about going to a leather-cowboy-bear bar. But there was no time like the present to find out. “Let’s go celebrate.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked closer at me. “Why do I feel like you’re up to something?” he asked.

“No clue,” I said and jumped up from the bed. “Let me show you my shower.” He laughed and grabbed at me while I hurried to turn on the water. “I’m hungry again. What sounds good?”

“Surprise me,” he said, and I hoped he really did mean that.

Thirteen

Charlie

After showering, and a quick blowjob, because once was never enough, Ryan drove us toward downtown Sacramento. “Where have you been to down here?” he asked.

“Well, a few places to eat, and like I said, I’ve gone to a club here before. But mostly I’ve been to the old town area. Everything has changed since I was here last,” I said and tried to figure out exactly where we were. The arena came into view, and I leaned across the car to get a better look. “I haven’t been here since they finished it.”

“The arena? Ithasbeen a while since you’ve been here. I thought we could try one of the places nearby, then maybe we can hit a club,” Ryan said.

“Yeah, I guess it has. It was nearly done the last time I was here. It’s exciting to see it all finished.”

“Wait until you see the restaurants nearby. It’s a fun place to hang out. Lots of variety and any food you can imagine.” He drove past the arena and turned into a parking garage. Parking was always an issue, but this was just far enough away we could explore nearby without walking too far away from where we’d be eating. Ryan found a parking space on the third floor, and we rode the elevator down with a few other people that were discussing where they’d eat.

“There’s an ax throwing place. We should go there,” one of them said.

Ryan’s eyes met mine, making me smile and grab his hand. “We should go check that out. What’s the name of it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m not sure, but you can’t miss it. It’s a big gold, metallic building,” another of them said.

“Thanks, I think we’ll check it out,” I said, and Ryan took out his phone. By the time the doors opened, he knew where it was and led us in that direction while we slowly made our way along the busy street. We were closer to the arena now, and it really was a great setup. Lots of restaurants nearby, many with outdoor dining, plenty of places to sit, and open spaces so it wasn’t too crowded when an event at the arena let out, and more than a few bars to grab a quick drink or a bite to eat.

“Come here,” I said and pulled Ryan in close enough to take a selfie in front of the arena. He was so fucking cute. Every single time I looked at him I was reminded of the first time I’d seen him sitting on that bench eating a cookie, and every time I thought about that my heart thumped in a way that was both exciting and a little scary, but I liked it.

“Oh, that must be the restaurant. Come on, I reserved us a table through my phone.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me along the crowded sidewalk until we were at the door. It was like the person in the elevator had said, a large gold building, and the smells coming from there were amazing.

“Barbecue?” I asked and drew in another deep breath.

“Oh yeah. I haven’t had good barbecue in a while.” We walked in and Ryan gave them his info before we were taken directly to a table. As soon as we were seated, a loud thwack rang out nearby.

“That’s the ax throwing cages. Did you want a different table?” the server asked and held the menus, waiting for one of us to answer.

“I’m fine with it,” I said and hoped Ryan felt the same. “I’ve never been to a restaurant that has ax throwing.”

“This is fine,” Ryan said, and we both picked up the menu they’d left. “It smells so good in here. What sounds good to you?”

“Everything. I think I’ll get the combination plate so I can try a little of it all.”

“That’s a great idea. We can order a flight of beers too if you want to sample some of the local brews,” Ryan said while still looking at the menu. “It’s too hard to choose. I think I’ll get the combination plate too.”

The server came back to our table with two glasses of water and took our orders. “Oh, and I want to throw an ax. How do we do that?” I asked.

“If you can go right over there and talk to Jay, he can tell you how busy it is. If there are too many people ahead of you, he’ll take your name and put you on the list,” the server said before hurrying away.

“You stay here, and I’ll go see how busy it is,” I said as I slid out of my seat.

“No way, I want to see it too,” Ryan said, and we walked over to where the server had directed us.

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