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Abe was one of the regulars at "The Table", an ordinary round table in Lonnie's Lower Level Cafe in the basement of the Student Union that functioned as the unofficial center of the gay community. graphic design He had been there longer than anyone at The Table could remember. He loved everyone, even the lesbians, and if they loved him back so much the better, and if they well, not the lesbians, of course, but the boys out of whatever motivation got into bed with him, with his thirtyish corpulence and beard and thick black allover body hair, well, so much the better. But he didn't expect it.

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Abe wouldn't turn down a curiosity fuck, a sympathy fuck, or a gratitude fuck or really, anything but a spiteful fuck he wasn't one to judge people by their weaknesses and he felt honored that someone pretty cared that much, or needed what he had to offer and was ready to reciprocate if that's what they wanted. Vitamax on link page And his deep barrelchested laugh and twinkling blue eyes and the casual touch of his big hands on shoulders and backs and necks said so much more to the young ones, the confused ones, the vulnerable ones, than anything else could. graphic design on Top page If you were looking for a dad, here he was; if you needed a confessor, it was here, if you needed protection this was the place to find it.

graphic design Oh, and if you needed a safe place to experiment, Auntie Abe would be there for you. Among the boys who chanced to cultivate Abe's happiness in a certain way and none were permitted to feel like whores, for Abe never believed himself that he was exchanging money for anything, would have been horrified at the characterization was Michael. graphic design And Michael was a horse of a different color. Michael would have had many alternatives, at least until people got to know him. He was slim and smooth and small and full of lithe youthful beauty, captivating grayblue eyes, and if you put him into a gay bar or club the flies would buzz around quickly. growth hormone He was sexy, sexual, and loved older men, the fatter the better, and hairy was a prerequisite. Michael was eighteen, and he was a bright boy, not brilliant but smart enough, though he was not very stable. Which accounts for the depth of his attraction to Abe.