Casual Encounters of Transition

There I was. Walking. Walking down the dark Corvallis streets wondering why they weren't better lit. 'At least I can see the stars,' thought the young man I once was. After walking around for fourty-three minutes my predestination is presented to me. Alan's house, at least it was according to the e-mail I received, stood before me. 

Trepidation. I can back out. My cock hungry feet move forward. Desire. Before I can knock on the door a naked man appears in the doorway. He looks at

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