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Hard As Nails: Ch 2: Start at the Very Beginning
"Let's get this show on the road!" Clay hollered into the house. He and Sean were standing outside with Alexander and Andrea who had come to see them off. Getting no response he stormed into the house.
Andrea asked her son, "How's Leon doing now? It's been almost a year since his stroke and heart attack."
"Remarkably well considering. RJ's leave of absence was a godsend which gave us the time to get things arranged. He did a great job managing the business and keeping us informed. He has been assigned to Patrick AFB so he can be closer. His sisters have been in and out. But with Hannah in Hawaii and Maryliz in Atlanta, it's been hard to bring the grandkids to visit as well. Martha keeps his diet within what the doctors ordered. He's walking and talking better. He just looks so grey though. He calls Clay every two days to ask what happening at the ranch even though RJ is in the same house with them."
"Well give them our best. Now that we're back in the good ole USA we'll check in with them," Andrea assured him.
"Did your mother tell you we're finally retiring?" Alexander inquired. Sean shook his head no. "Yep December 31, we're hanging up our closed for business sign. We're trying to decide if we should keep the place in Winter Park to be near the grandkids or move to Havana as we planned all those years ago."
"Big changes all the way around," Sean acknowledged. His next thought was cut off by the commotion of Farm Boy herding six teenagers out of the house.
"But Dad, what if I forgot something?" Vic was asking.
"We'll call Mormor and she'll get it. Now get in the van!" Clay hollered. Five clearly upset teenagers climbed into the van and Gunnar walked toward the pickup truck.
"Aren't you guys forgetting something?" Sean called out.
"Now don't you start..." Farm Boy started a sentence but the look and the raised finger on his Chief's right hand shut him up immediately.
"Say goodbye to your grandparents," Sean directed. For another 20 minutes, there were hugs, kisses, and best wishes exchanged. Finally, everyone was in their assigned vehicle. Sean led the way in the truck and the van followed. Papu and Mormor waved goodbye before going inside the now empty house to secure it and turn on the alarm.
Sean and Gunnar rode in silence the first few miles. As they pulled onto Highway 50 to head toward the 408 Gun asked, "Did you tell Papu and Mormor about me?"
Sean gave his son a look of disgust. "There's nothing for me to tell them. It's your business and your life. You want anyone to know you tell them."
"Thank you," Gun replied as he sighed with relief. I don't want to say anything until I'm sure. Were they upset when you told them?
"No, they were very supportive. Though they are the ones who told my siblings and laid down the law that I was not to be harassed."
"What did the family say?"
"Well, my brothers and sisters said they had known for years." "So how did you determine you were gay?"
"I'm not so sure you determine you're gay. It's more of a realization that homoeroticism is part of who you are. I told you I knew from a very young age I was different from my brothers. They were the baseball and soccer jocks. I was the musician, the actor, the poet, the reader, the painter."
"But when did sex come into it?"
"Depends on what you mean by sex. Mom and Dad were always chiding me for playing with myself. They tell me I was always pulling on my dick or playing with my nipples from like the time I was 1 on. Even after I was in school. I'd get sent to the principal or assistant principal, depending on which one was a male. He'd call my dad. Then I'd hear about it at home. I recall one conversation well."
Imitating his father's voice Pops continued. "Sean Andreas Walls, this is the 5th time this month the school has called me at the hospital to tell me you're playing with yourself in class. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"It feels good."
"I'm sure it does, but you are not in school to feel good. You are there to learn."
"I am leaning Dad. I'm learning how to make myself feel good."
"That's something you can work on at home. At school, your hands are on the desk not in your pants. Di you understand me?"
Sean nodded his head at his father.
"Not good enough Andreas. Tell me you understand me."
"Yes, I understand; work at school, feel good at home."
"Since you understand, understand this as well. If I get a call telling me that you are playing with yourself at school again, your allowance will be gone for a month. And we both know how you like counting that $20 each month."
"Yes Sir, I lose $20 if I touch my pee-pee at school except if I need to pee. Right?" "Yes, you can touch your penis to pee. Now can we shake on it? We shook hands and then Dad said, "Can I have a hug?"
I recall thinking about saying no, but Dad gave great hugs, so I gave him a hug and I got one back too."
"Wow, how old were you?
"I think I was 6 or 7."
"Did you ever masturbate in school again?"
"Is the pope Catholic?" Gun and his father both laughed. "Just know that I used my bathroom breaks judiciously."
"But you could go to town on it at home?"
"Oh yes. I started experimenting with what I liked right away at home. I wasn't producing semen yet, but the erotic feelings were amazing."
"Masturbation isn't what makes you gay, Pops. All my siblings touch themselves."
"And how would you know Gun?"
"Pops, I have eyes and ears. I share a room with Erik. I've seen him pulling out a load as he's seen me do the same. Fifth and AJ talk about it non-stop. I've heard my sisters in the middle of the night on the rare occasions I've gone downstairs for a snack. You honestly were unaware?"
"I surmised it but had no direct knowledge of any of our children's sexual practices."
"You still haven't told me how you knew you were gay."
"I'm getting there. I want you to have a good grasp of how I blossomed into the fabulous gay man, spouse, and father I am today." Sean roared with laughter as Gunnar rolled his eyes.
"Fast forward three years or so. My brothers are arguing in the backyard over some asinine thing, and they start hollering cocksucker' and takes one to know one,' at each other. Mom came out of the house with Miss Ethel and grabbed them and dragged them back into the house."
"Bet they got it good when Papu got home."
"Oh, it was Mom that gave it to them with a spatula from the kitchen. 5 each and when Uncle Nick laughed, he got 5 more. Anyway, I knew what a cock was as I was always rubbing mine. I never imagined sucking on one. I mean I had rubbed off using a toy pig, a pillow, a foam shower brush with a hole in the middle. Damn, I even used an old toilet brush once -- those nylon bristles may be soft to the touch with your fingers but on the dick," Pops shuddered at the memory, "they hurt like hell!"
Gunnar laughed, "I just imagined you sitting in the toilet wanking your dick with a toilet brush."
Sean continued "So not having anyone I could practice cock sucking with I started figuring out if I could suck my own."
Gunnar shuddered at the idea. "I can't imagine sucking my own dick."
"Neither had I, but I discovered I could bend over and get the head in my mouth. I also did a thing bracing myself upside down on my headboard. The feeling of my tongue on my cockhead was amazing." Pops stopped sharing as he navigated through the heavy traffic on Interstate 4 near Disney.
After they passed the 429 Sean continued. "Where was I? Oh yes, cock sucking. Anyway, it was too awkward to do with any regularity, but I did add it to my list of ways to get off. I was about eleven when I started puberty with hair on my pubes and underarms. I recall asking Dad if I could shave now. He just laughed and told me when I had a beard five feet long, he'd think about letting me shave." The father and son laughed.
"Bet I know what happened next," Gunnar interjected.
"Do tell."
"You wanked out your first load."
"You are correct. You must have had the same surprising experience." "Actually Pops, mine was a wet dream. Erik explained to me what it was."
"I recall Dad telling me that Erik came to him when he shot his first load. He was scared and thought something was wrong."
"I remember that morning. He was all nervous when he got up. He even wrapped up in his bathrobe to go downstairs. When he came back, he was nude and grinning from ear to ear. "I'm a stud now," he kept saying as he showered. A week later so was I."
"You two have been masturbating with results for almost 2 years. Why the question now about orientation?"
"Pops, I find myself getting hard when Erik is pounding his meat in bed. I get hard when his showers take too long."
"Gunnar so far all of that is quite normal. Saw what happened when you sprang wood in the shower at school."
"Yes, I'll never forget. I was so embarrassed."."
"What happens?"
"A bunch of guys, but not everyone, start getting hard too."
"Yep, nothing has changed since I was in school then." Sean pulled onto the Polk Expressway. "In fact, it was in a locker room that I first had sex with another male." Sean paused in his story as he recalled the details before sharing. He adjusted his package a bit in his shorts. "We were at a track meet with your uncles. I needed to piss so I told Mom and Dad I was off to find a john. I knew we passed port-a-potties when we entered the field, but the fieldhouse was closer to where we were sitting in our lawn chairs."
Gunnar adjusted his package as well.
"When I entered there were no lights on except for the exit signs. I gave my eyes a chance to adjust before moving toward what I assumed would be the main locker area. Once there the john was easy to find. I took a piss and started out when I heard a moan. Thinking someone was hurt or sick I followed the sounds through the locker room to what I know now is a trainer's room. One of the banks of lights was on revealing another teen naked and laying on the massage exam table. He had bright red hair and was wanking away on his 6-inch dick. While I had wanked my own often, I had never seen another male jacking off. My cock sprang to attention immediately and started rubbing my it through my shorts. I guess I made a noise of some sort because the guy stopped suddenly and looked right at me."
"Enjoying the show buddy?"
"I didn't answer."
"Come and get a closer look. It's OK I won't bite unless you want me to."
"He chuckled as I moved closer toward him. His hand reached out and touched my dick through my pants."
"Seems you're packing quite a beauty there. Can I see it?" he asked as he resumed wanking his own cock slowly with his right hand."
"I pulled my dick out of my shorts as he whistled."
"Damn stud you're hung like a horse. Can I touch it? You can touch mine if you want to."
"I nodded my consent and stepped closer. His hand wrapped around my cock and it got harder. He jerked it a few times."
"You can touch mine if you want."
"So I did and as his hand was pumping my cock, I pumped his dick. I was staring at his member and had not noticed he had moved slightly. Before I knew it he dropped to his knees off the table and I felt his tongue flick my cock head. Then he had my cock in his mouth. He bobbed up and down on me for a few moments.
"Want to 69?" he inquired.
"What's that?
"Oh wow! A virgin! Let me show you. Take off your shorts."
"He climbed back on the table and laid on his side facing me."
"Now you climb up and put your cock in my face and my dick will be in your face. Then we suck cock."
"So I climbed up on the table and he began licking my cock like ice cream. I did the same to him. I recall it tasted salty. He started sucking my cock so I did the same to him. Then he started bobbing back and forth on my cock and I could feel it going further into his mouth. Again I followed suit, eventually, this guy had my entire 7 to 8 inches in his mouth and my pubes were rubbing his nose as his were rubbing mine. He rubbed my balls with his hand. I did the same but as my hand reached to grab his ball sack my fingers grazed his perineum. He bucked and shot his load in my mouth. His orgasm triggered mine. He pulled off my cock and licked the head."
"Man you taste sweet."
"You're kind of slaty."
"Yeah, Coach Harkins says the same. He'll be expecting another load after the meet."
"So you're on the team?"
"Yes, I caught a hurdle two weeks ago and fucked up my ankle, so I am benched for 4 weeks. The coach said I could be the locker room boy. So I get here before the team to get things out and I stay after to clean up. Coach sucks me off before and after practices and meets. I'm sure he'd love to swing on that horse cock of yours."
"Thanks for sucking me off. I better get back to the rents before they come looking. I told him. Then I headed back to Mom and Dad."
"So because you had sex with a guy that was when you knew you were gay?
"Nope. It was another way of getting off. I have a close friend from back then. Her name was Yolanda. She is Puerto Rican. We told each other everything. When we got home, I dashed off to my room and called her to tell her about my first time sixty-nining. She was incredulous. She told her boyfriend was always trying to get her to go down on him. She wasn't sure about it or if she'd be any good at it. She asked if she could practice on me."
"No way!"
"Yes, way! So Monday after chorus practice we walked home to her place. Her parents worked in the same hospital as mine and she was an only child. Her house was empty. We sat in her family room and we both didn't know what to do first. I finally stood, dropped my pants, kicked them off, sat down, spread my legs, and propped them over the arms of the wingback chair I was sitting in. I was soft and she just sat there and stared."
"Sean, Ronnie isn't that big hard. How big does it get."
"I've never measured it. Looks to be 7 or 8 inches I think."
"You get it hard, I'll be right back."
"So I sat there, legs splayed wide open, jacking my cock in the Hernandez Family room. When Yolanda came back she had a measuring tape. She put one end on the tip and then measured down the underside to the ball sack."
"Seven and three fourth inches long." Then she circled the shaft at the base. Five inches around at the base. That would split me in two."
"I don't think so. We're all hung like my Dad. Mom's still in one piece."
"She's more of a woman than me," Yolanda stated.
"She grabbed my cock in her hand and knelt in front of me. She licked at the head. She ran her tongue over her lips. She licked the shaft and the ball sack. Just as she was about to take it into her mouth, we heard..."
"Yolanda Esmeralda Hernandez, what in the name of all that is holy are you doing with that thing in your hands and mouth?" her cook Gracie hollered from the kitchen doorway. "You get your lily-white ass dressed and get out of this house before I call the police," she bellowed at me.
"I scrambled for my pants pulled them on, grabbed my backpack, and headed out the door. When I got home 20 minutes later Dad and Mom were pulling into the driveway."
"Den," was all Dad said. "I knew I was in trouble again. I dropped my backpack on the floor in the hall and reported to my father's den. Both Mom and Dad were pacing back and forth waiting for me. For five minutes they paced; while I shifted from foot to foot."
"Dr. Hernandez called me. He said you were caught being fellated by his daughter. Is that true?"
"Yes Sir."
Mom chimed in "Explain yourself, young man."
"Yolanda is my best bud. Her boyfriend Ronnie has been pestering her to suck him off."
"This isn't a locker room use the correct word," Andrea reminded him.
"To fellate him. She asked if she could practice on me. So I went to her house, and she was just starting when their cook caught us. Our doorbell rang and Mom went to answer it. She returned with the Doctors Hernandez's and Yolanda."
"Andrea, Alex we talked with our daughter, and we figured we best get together to iron this out, Dr. Hernandez began. She tells us she was feeling pressure from her boyfriend, Ronald Kline to take another step in their relationship. She said that Sean told her he had his first experience with... fellatio this past weekend at the track meet. She asked him if she could practice on him. And we now have the situation we are facing together."
"Jorge, Maria, Sean told us essentially the same thing but he left out the track meet," my father stated as he stared through me.
"I think it is best that you two take a break from each other for the rest of the school year. We can't control interaction at school. But no phone calls, no hanging out together. Sean just so you know it's not just you. She won't be seeing Ronald Kline any time soon,' Maria stated. "We have more to say to Yolanda but we thank you for seeing us so we could be in this together."
Jorge added, "As it appears your son had sex with a male at the track meet, I suggest you have him tested. We're going to have Yolanda tested as well even though there was no fluid exchange that we're aware of." "The men shook hands and the woman embraced. Then Yolanda's Mom hugged me and her Dad shook my hand. My parents did the same with Yolanda.
My parents walked them to the door, and I started to slip out of the library to head to my room through the back stairs, but my dad caught me and pointed to the den. My dressing down wasn't over yet. A few minutes later Dad entered and sat down in one of the easy chairs. He motioned for me to sit down on the other. Taking off his glasses he began.
"Sean Andreas Walls, we've had the talk. You know how your body works and how easy it is to catch a Sexually Transmitted Disease with unprotected sex. Is it true you had a sexual encounter at the track meet?"
"Yes Sir."
"With whom?"
"I don't know his name. He is on the host school's track team. He was injured and is serving as their locker room assistant until his ankle is healed."
"Was there an exchange of body fluids?"
"Yes Sir."
"Orally or anally?"
"Oral Sir."
"Tomorrow we will be making an appointment for next week to have you tested for HIV as well as STDs. We'll repeat the HIV test every three months for the next year. I'll call the school and ask for the boy's parents to be informed. Is there anything else I should know?"
"I was now experiencing an ethical dilemma Gunnar. Do I tell my Dad what the guy told me about the Coach or keep silent?"
"I sense you have something to add but can't quite decide on how or what to say," my father added.
"It always amazed me that he could tell there was something else."
"Pops you have a tell. We all know it. You pick the nails of your right thumb and index finger."
"Really, that obvious? How did you spot it?"
"Dad told us."
"Oh really, told you but not me. Guess I'll need to have a discussion with my husband this evening. I'll be sure I use my tell so he knows I have something to say."
"So did you squeal on the coach?"
"I did. I figured since the coach had been doing the teen no telling who else he'd done and every sex partner contributes to an increased chance of exposure."
"What did Papu do?"
"He surprised me. He went to his desk and called 9-1-1 and reported it. A deputy came to the house and Dad told him basically what the guy had told me. He left out the part about the sex between the other teen and me. The police said they would check on it. A week later Coach Harkins was arrested. It was all over the Times Union. According to the paper he was having sex with 5 members of the track team. After the article came out 31 other former players came forth. My name was never mentioned. To this day I don't know the name of the guy with whom I had sex."
"So still not gay," Gunnar stated.
"Right. Still experimenting. For the next year, I had sex with other teens my own age. Some were males and some females. With the guys, it was either circle jerks, mutual masturbation, or blow jobs. With the females initially, it was oral sex. With the last four of them, it was actual fucking. One of the girls had a huge clitoris. It reminded me of a penis and I worked it like one. She got so turned on she pushed me off her onto my back and sat on my cock and rode us both to a great orgasm." But I was starting to notice something about myself. I enjoyed the fucking but as I fucked I thought about clits being little dicks and that I was actually fucking this hot guy and on a number of occasions the redhead from the track meet, Someplace close to my 16th birthday I was jogging through downtown Winter Park and I saw another jogger sitting by the harp fountain rubbing his knees. I stopped and asked if he was ok. He told me he had fallen after tripping on one of the bricks while he crossed Park Avenue. So I asked if he needed further help to get home. It was then that he removed his hands from his knees and I saw they were skinned up pretty bad and bleeding. I sprang into action.
I pulled out my handkerchief and tore it diagonally. I knelt and wrapped one piece around each knee and tied them off securely, His blood staining each but at least it could now coagulate.
"My name is Sean. How about I walk with you to your place. How far is it from here?"
"I'm Rick. My grandparents live about 8 blocks from here on the other side of Webster on Keyes Avenue."
"Well let's see how it goes. Nice and slow now" I told him. We started out and he limped a little. By the time we got to Canton his limp was becoming more pronounced, When we arrived at Park and Webster I was helping to support his weight. I had my left arm around his back with my hand in his armpit, His right arm wrapped around my back and his hand rested on my right shoulder. His long auburn hair hung damply on his head. I could smell his armpit funk and his general sweat. It knew his odors were arousing me. When we got to his grandparents' house I was surprised it was set back from the street. It was a bungalow with dormers and a double garage that was landscaped well with oak trees and well-placed bushes. He had me take him to the side of one of garage doors, He lifted a panel and punched in a code. The door rolled open, and we entered the empty garage.
Oh, your grandparents aren't home."
"No, they're off visiting my Uncle Clayton in Atlanta for two weeks. My Mom and Dad are dead. They died a few years ago in a boating accident off Daytona Beach." Rick explained. Then he continued, "We have a yardman who mains the grounds. A pool service comes in every week to clean the pool and deck. We have a maid who comes in to clean once a week and another day to do the laundry. Gram does most of the cooking, but I cook when I'm by myself." He opened the door into the house and hit the button to close the garage door. "I really appreciate your help. Let me show you out."
"Not just yet Rick. My Dad's a doctor so I know a bit about cleaning wounds and dressing them. Let me help you with that before I leave."
"Ok my room is down this hall," he commented as he led the way to his room.
His bedroom room was well appointed in shades of green. He had shelving around the upper part of three walls. They were filled with baseball, track, and archery trophies. His bow and quiver were displayed above his full-sized sleigh bed. I helped him into a chair and asked about wash clothes, towels, and first aid supplies. He directed to me to his bathroom. It was in stark contrast to the bedroom. It was done only in black and white floor tile and white porcelain shower with black tile accents, commode, and pedestal sink. I found the things I needed in the closet inside the bathroom. I returned to Rick.
"You've got a few options,' I said as I stared into his emerald-green eyes.
"Options?"
"Yes, Option 1, you stay in your dirty clothes, and I clean the knees here and bandage them. Option 2, you change clothes and I clean you up and bandage them. Option 3, you strip down and I help you take a shower then dress the wounds."
I watched him think for a moment before he said, "Option 4, we both strip and you help in the shower." He smiled at me. I realized he was making a pass at me.
"Option 4 it is." I told Rick as I stood and kicked off my trainers, stripped off my shirt, and dropped my running shorts. His eyes stared right at my crotch, and I saw him lick his lips. I lifted his shirt revealing a well-sculpted chest with well-defined pecs and abs. He truly had worked hard on his body and deserved the various awards displayed in his room. I crouched and removed his shoes and socks. I knelt and slipped my hands inside his waistband and slipped them down to where his rump rested on the chair. "Use your hands to lift yourself so I can get the shorts past your butt."
He quickly complied and I moved the shorts down to just above his knees revealing a very erect 7-inch cock. Rick blushed from head to toe.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm turned on by you."
"No need to be sorry, the feeling is mutual." I finished getting the shorts over the sore knees. I spread his legs wide and took his cock in his mouth. He shot at once.
"I. I, I have dreamed of that for a very long time. Sorry it was so fast." "No need to be sorry I said as I licked my lips. I leaned in and kissed him and stuck my tongue in his mouth. Let's get in the shower."
"We walked into the bathroom and I started the water. He got in and asked me to wait a few minutes as he wanted to clean out. Now up to this point, I had not fucked another guy. I asked him what he was going to do?"
"I'm going to clean out my rectum so you have a clean ass to fuck stud. This thing is a shower attachment called a "Sure Shot."
"I watched him adjust the water pressure and temperature. He soaped up his ass and inserted the nozzle into himself. Then to turn a toggle and the water redirected from the showerhead and into his body. I watched as his lower abdomen distended a bit. He turned off the toggle and step out of the shower and let the water flow into the commode. He repeated the procedure three more times. Then he pulled me into the shower. We started making out hot and heavy.
I have to tell you Gunnar, no matter if you wind up with a man or a woman in your life, being in close, steamy quarters with your partner also presents the opportunity for some seriously sensual foreplay, so be sure to take your time and enjoy it. I did with Rick and Dad and I do as well.
After about 15 minutes Rick dropped to his sore knees and took my cock in one gulp. His nose was in my pubes. While only a year older than me he had some surprising skills. After a few minutes, I was hard as nails and he got up."
"I think we are ready stud. There are condoms and lube on that shelf." He pointed to the shelf built into the shower wall. "Use those Magnums big boy and the ASTROGLIDE's silicone gel." He turned around and put his hands on the shower wall and pushed his ass back at me. I ripped open the condom and rolled it down my cock. It fit really well compared to the cheap ones I'd used from vending machines with the girls. Then I put a bit of the Astroglide in my hand and rubbed the outside of the condom. Getting more adventurous I out more glide on my fingers and reached toward Rick's hole. With one hand I spread his cheeks and with the other began running the lube around his anus. He pushed back suddenly, and my finger pooped into his hole. He moaned.
"Play with my ass Sir, work it open. Get your fingers in there."
"So I did. He gyrated his ass onto my index finger and over the next 5 minutes all four fingers were in him."
He begged, "Fuck me, Sean. Make me your bitch."
"So I stepped up behind him and put my cock at the entrance to his ass. Once more he pushed back and kept coming. He was bent over and moaning."
"Now fuck me like it's the last fuck we're having in our lives."
"So I did. It was the best fuck I had experienced up to that point. We fucked for at least 10 minutes when he shot his load onto the shower floor. He never touched his cock. When his ass spasmed it milked my load out of me. We stayed still for a bit after and I slowly pulled out. He turned around and grabbed the condom and removed it gently. He held it up to his mouth and drank my spunk. We rinsed off. And got out of the shower and dried each other. I rebandaged his knees before I dressed."
"Sean, I can't thank you for taking care of my knees and my ass today. Most of the time I'm just a mouth or an ass to fuck for my teammates. You were the first guy ever to get me off. If you would like to repeat sometime here is my number. He handed me a piece of paper with his private number on it."
"Does it have to be in the shower?"
"You can fuck me in the Park, on the dining room table, in a bed.... I really enjoyed the fuck and the make-out session was awesome. You're very sensual with your hands." "He kissed me passionately sticking his tongue into my mouth. Just as I walked out the front door he patted my crotch and told me to take care of big boy."
"So that was when you knew you were gay?"
"Almost Gun. I fucked a few girls after that. However, it was never as good as that first fuck with a guy. I kept coming back to Rick. He was spectacular in bed. After a month or so I began to realize all my erotic fantasies were now centered not on pleasing my own cock but involved other men pleasing my cock with their mouths and asses. So that's what I would advise you. Don't label yourself until you're sure. Some guys swing both ways all the time. Others just go for one or the other. Then there are the DLs. These are the guys that delude themselves that they are straight but just need a little something on the side. Just be honest with yourself and with us."
"I can do that Pops. You've given me a lot to think about and maybe even jack off with. Perhaps we can talk again about what it's like to come out another time. I also want to hear Dad's story. I'm sure it's a lot different from yours.
"No rush. I'm not going anywhere but Arcadia."
Gunnar put his earbuds in and started listening to his playlist as Sean continued on toward their new home and a new way of life.