I couldn’t do this to him again even if he outlived me; which was likely. Gay porn “What?” He asked.I only had one leg in my pants, it was all I could do to look at him because I was smiling so big my eyes were almost closed. He was the same but was different in a way.“Chris?” And he looked over his shoulder.“Who are you talking to?” He asked turning back to me.“How did you get in here?”“Now you’re just being silly, Ry.”“Show me.” I demanded, and he walked out.I followed him up the hall and to the front door, onto the porch, and closed the door behind me. Chris was having a hard time knowing things he shouldn’t; stuff like the sunglasses hanging from the visor, and the cover in the trunk. My Mom saw us fill the door and stood, “There’s my boys.” And her arms opened.My Mom was Forty when she had me and was now 86. I still wore my ring because it stopped women from hitting on me, didn’t wear the clothes that accentuated my body, but not this day.I opened the top drawer that held the stuff I used to wear, the white case that held his ring, and I took mine off.
