This is Travis. He is what I would call a good ole boy if I ever knew one. His family has passed on
This is Travis. He is what I would call a good ole boy if I ever knew one. His family has passed on their family farm for 4 generations and he will make 5 when his pa decides he is ready to stop working. We were not always friends in school, him being in the 4H club and me not really in anything sense I was scared someone would find out I was gay and beat my ass for it. We had a few classes together and by the time we were done with high school we were friendly and he was one of the few guys who never hassled me for being gay. After high school we both never left town and we both just happened to land a job at the local grocery store. Him working in the back and me up front with the customers. I am not sure if it was him or I who started to chat with each other and I don’t care. Travis has always been one of my small town crushes and one day I asked him if he ever wanted to hit the bar together one day after work, I was surprised when he responded with a “hell yeah man.” So we started going out drinking on Thursday nights and it became a regular thing for us. We mostly just bitched about work and played pool.One Thursday Travis and I had parted ways and when i got home I had a message from him. “Hey man, i had a lot of fun tonight. You wanna come by fuck around? I’m super horny and willing to try it out with a guy. ”I had never driven drunk before that night, and boy am I glad he only lives a few miles away. Now when Thursday comes around, we still go out, but now I usually go home with him -- source link