When I lit a fatty he looked at me, “Why won’t you let me in, Chancellor?”I knew what he was talking about; why he couldn’t read my thoughts. Was all of it just a dream? Gay porn He needed a shot. I held my pillow, I knew it wasn’t him. I remembered him aging, growing old with me.Had it all been a dream? My boys, Robin, my grandsons, was that all just a dream? His body hadn’t changed much, still lean, a six-pack that wanted to be seen under the years, and those eyes. Had Robby and I gone on that long weekend? I remembered him aging, growing old with me.Had it all been a dream? Had I left Robin and my boys years ago to have what I was looking at now? We did what lovers do, touched each other, laved on parts we loved, right up to the point we said good night.His head was on my chest. I made him his favorite; eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast. Everything was so vivid, my grandsons living with me, the projects I’d done, the pain of waking up so… many times filled with sorrow?I walked to the bathroom and relieved myself still wondering.
