“Yes. But I do come up here to think.”They were on the Brigham Street Bridge, the long expansion bridge that crossed from the majority of town to Little Poland, and its outliers, the part of Geschichte Falls that stuck out like a southern tongue and was bordered to the south and the east by East Sequoya. Gay porn What Russell said mattered to him more than he understood.“This is pretty awesome,” Russell decided, leaning his elbows on the old parapet.“Yeah it is,” Ralph said, though he wasn’t quite sure what was awesome. And he knew he wasn’t wanted anyway. I would, but it’s not really my stuff to tell. A nosier person, a girl maybe, would ask more questions.“You’re a good friend,” Russell said.That made Ralph emotional for a moment, but he kept it to himself. It was the lights of a truck roaring down Curtain Street that woke her, its lights blazing across her bed. He had not known he felt this way about Ralph, that his whole body would go hot and weak, his knees melt, his penis stiffen when Ralph said that.“Then fucking do it, already.”Ralph barked out a laugh and then quickly he did.A very few cars were coming up the bridge, but no one was looking at them
