Male/Male

Darren was a ripped 26-year-old guy. He was crazy about balloons. So much, he even tried inflating him self some times to become as close to being a balloon as possible. He tried it with a pump, water and even with air cylinders. That things he did so often, he'd even got some growth in his inflation. He could look like he was pregnant with twins and more. He owned a old theater that he made in to a living/party place for him and his friends. He loved to inflate large balloons with helium and let them fly to the very high ceilings.

At first the property owner, understandably, misunderstood. After all, when people made a sweeping gesture and said "I'd like to buy this," they meant one of the dining rooms at Vivian's Surf and Turf. When he was informed that this was not the case by the eccentric young man to which he was speaking, he then assumed that the young man meant the entire restaurant; that he wanted to rent it for a party he was having. This, too, was not the case, and he soon clarified his intentions.

At first glance Ian and Andrew wouldn't seem like they would get along: Ian was a morning person and loved the outdoors, Andrew was a night owl and preferred staying inside.  But as time went on they learned they had more in common than they thought, and gained an appreciation for things they didn't from each other.  On occasion Ian stayed out late, other times Andrew woke up early, and every so often they would wake up early or stay up late, depending on the other's inclination, and fuck like rabbits.

It was a slow day on the boardwalk.  There weren't many people about, the season was just ending, and Shania had an appointment in the city.  I had nothing to do, but at the same time there was really nothing that needed to be done.  So I took the opportunity to relax in my street clothes and enjoy a small meal at a local cafe.