Chapter 6
The banging music hurt his ears. The stench of sweat and alcohol stung his sensitive olfactory senses. The shot of whiskey burned his throat. People jabbered, drank, and danced. None of them appealed in the least. TJ didn’t give a damn. It was better than sitting at home, drowning in an icy shower, or rubbing his d**k raw from the constant jacking off. Here, at least, he wasn’t horny. Irritable, yes. Aroused beyond belief, not even close.
“Another.”
The barkeep pulled out a clean glass and filled it with the amber brew.
TJ picked up the glass and swirled the liquid, content to sip on it for a while. After the first few, he felt good enough to slow down and enjoy the feeling.
He’s purposely driven nearly an hour away to a larger city to get away. Forgotten didn’t have a bar,
