In in another world and in another dimension, things would have been just whoop-di-doo for the two men. Gay porn . . …but this of course, was sheer morbid reality, not a cheap thriller.Marco hated looking away from his friend, and the happiness that was quite literally spread across his face like melted butter on a piece of freshly baked bread…his heart had about enough as it could take.From the moment that Marco had met Jackson, he was instantly attracted to him. A fucking meeting. For the most part, he was straight…he married Sarah, because he truly loved her, and he wouldn’t give either herself or little Henry up for anything in the world. . . …but there was once or twice that he laid his eyes on a handsome man…and it literally felt like they were fucking everywhere these days…and each time when that happened, he realized that there was something missing in his life, and in his heart.He wouldn’t have craved a man so badly, if he didn’t.His pulsed quickened as he felt Jackson place his arm around him as the goal was replayed on the fifty-six-inch big screen TV over and over, pulling Marco towards him, and the latter literally flinched as he actually smelled the aftershave that Jackson was wearing. . . …if perfection had an odour, Marco
