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My Greatest Memory, Part III "You going to be doing anything special Saturday?" my dad asked me. "If you aren't I'm going to need your help." "Doing what? What's up." I asked. "Our friend Barry is moving. He asked me to help him with some heavy furniture." "Where's he going?" "He moving to Redlands." "Redlands! Why Redlands? That's a long way from here." "Well, you'll have to ask him why. He didn't tell me." I was stunned. My only gay ally was moving away? "He didn't tell you why?" "No, he didn't. Why should he?" I called Barry as soon as my dad left for work. Getting no answer, I hurried over to his house. He wasn't there. Newspapers scattered over his front lawn indicated he hadn't been around for some time. I had to wait until Saturday to talk to him. Dad and I had to carry his living room sofa out and lift it on the back of a truck first, then I had a few minutes with Barry. "You can't do this," I told him. "I can't get to Redlands to see you." "You haven't made any attempt to see me in the last couple of months. Why should my moving away bother you now?" "Because you won't be around when I need you." "Oh? Feeling a little insecure?" he asked in a caustic tone. "Let's go somewhere else and talk about this, okay?" He smiled. "Someplace like the baths, maybe?" Nothing made me happier than to go back. It was just as exciting as it was the first time. We walked the corridors naked until there were no more rooms to be searched out, then lay out in the warm sun in each other's arms. It was a heady thing to be seen naked by naked men. It was almost a wordless declaration of who I really was in this life. The freedom to be who I really was would be what I'd miss most about the place, I told Barry. "Would you like me to get you a membership card so you can come back on your own?" "You can do that?" "For a kiss I can." "You got it," I giggled, and kissed him easing my tongue into his mouth. His dick felt large and stiff against me and I reveled in the sight of it bobbing. I paused to enjoy his lust-filled eyes, and then devoured it, taking as much of it as I could before sucking it. Seeing others watching me, Barry seemed amazed yet pleased. "You know, if this is our last time here together, getting each other off isn't something we want to do in a hurry. Let's go find a room where we can kick back and take our time." There was a romantic side of Barry I hadn't seen before and I loved it. We took our time, half the evening, in fact. There was a price I had to pay when I got home, but I carried a lot of great memories with me. A lot of great memories.