Young boy stories last night, which was a Friday, I got bored and decided to take a walk. I don't know how long I was walking as I really didn't pay attention, but suddenly I realized I didn't know where I was. This part of town was completely unfamiliar to me. I saw a pub sign and decided to go in and ask directions on how to get back to someplace I know.
The pub was really dark young boy stories the brightest light hung over the bar in the center of the room. The music was blaring out some ABBA tune. I myself was a secret ABBA fan, although none of my friends knew this, as they were all into very heavy metal. I approached the bar and caught the eye of the bartender who smiled at me. He reminded me of myself in build and the way he looked. He had blond hair with darker highlights and blue eyes. He was about 6 feet tall and I guess near 180 lbs.
"Hey there" he said. "What kind I get you?"
I felt like a complete idiot, but I knew I wouldn't find my way home without help, young teen boy I young boy stories sight of clock on the wall and it was already 1:30 in the morning. I must have been in a real funk to be walking for over 2 hours. "I'm sort of embarrassed, but I am lost. I need to get over to Briar Street. Can you help?"
He laughed and stuck out his hand. "I'm Taylor, I get off work in half an hour, if you can wait that long, I will be more than happy to drive you where you need to go."
"Thanks. I'm Josh, I said." I returned his smile.
He poured clear liquor into a shot glass and sat it in front of me. "On the house. Drink up."
I did the shot and he refilled my glass. We talked about where I was from young boy stories why I was out walking alone at this time of night. A question I never really knew the answer too. I don't know how many drinks I had, but by the time his half an hour was up, I found getting off the stool be difficult. Taylor came round to where I sat and put an arm around me to help me stand. I noticed how solid his muscles felt beneath me and was surprised at myself for noticing. We left through a rear entrance and he bundled me into his car. I remember hearing him ask, "Where to," before I was out like a light.
I woke up to feel someone tugging off my pants and sat up trying to place my surroundings. I was lying on bed in a room I didn't recognize, with only young boy stories shorts on. I looked toward my assailant, expecting to find Sharon or Liz or one of the girls who always manage to find their way into my bed.