I call Ernie to ask him where to go, and he says he’ll meet me at the ICU. Gay porn “I wouldn’t ask otherwise. I try again. I turn around while holding my breath.It’s a homeless guy.Old, with a beard like seaweed, wearing two layers too many for this kind of heat, his smell is a good indicator of that. The only problem is that my pit stains have since doubled in size, along with other sweat spots appearing on my shirt. Hiding the hickies he gives me is already a chore, and fresh ones are just a pain when he does it deliberately, like a middle school bully.“I mean it,” I say.Ernie mumbles something unintelligible, then manages, “What’s the rush?” His voice is gravelly and half-asleep, his lips still brushing my skin.“I have class.”“Ditch.” The reply is quick and easy as he tugs at me, rolling me over so I’m facing him now.He leans in for a kiss, slow and sensual.
