Fear. Gay porn When our cigarettes are smoked to the ends he takes them both and places them in the stone ashtray on the table. Placing one of the blankets down on the plank he kicks off his jeans and pulls me down. We lay on our sides and look into each other’s eyes, smiling sweetly. I was so in my own world I didn’t notice the man standing beside me until he lit a cigarette and pressed his shoulder to mine. I gather our phones, mine from the floor and his from the table and plug them up to the battery pack. Opening my eyes it all comes back to me. John Boy is strong and jovial in nature with a smile always plastered on his lips, so it’s easy to forget how much emotions exhaust him. Taking my hand he leads me back to where we were laying. I hold him close and roll slightly on my back as his head falls onto my shoulder. He places his right leg over mine and drapes his arm over me. Fear. That first sweet drag calms me, the smoke hits my lungs and I close my eyes. I haven’t seen that look in so long.
