Gary was a beautiful man with his shirt off. His summertime skin was a cocoa brown and his pecs were solid. The treasure trail beneath his navel looked freshly manscaped and showed off the man’s flat stomach. No wonder Jax f****d him. What gay man wouldn’t since Gary was nice to look at and good in bed?
They met exactly where Jax wanted to meet. Crane Bridge was on the eastern side of Frickton Park, parallel to Route 78. There was a small and shallow creek filled with trout that the wooden structure crossed. The bridge was forty feet across and four feet wide. Jax stood on its hump, waiting for Gary, who arrived on time.
Once Gary encountered Jax, they launched their run. Jax headed to Bullyberry Trail, which circled the park. It was a narrow trail in the sun, three hills, and passed the
