Maybe he is. Gay porn He had given me one helluva ride!If you enjoyed this story, consider visiting the author’s website.To get in touch with the author, send them an email. His belt and wallet sat on a shelf.“Everything,” I repeated, nodding at his boxers and socks as I put his clothes in the dryer. I see him sometimes at the stop, waiting for the van to come by with its retinue of bums and elderly people. His voice is so velvety smooth he should be in radio.Who knows? This is a work of fiction. I see him sometimes at the stop, waiting for the van to come by with its retinue of bums and elderly people. I didn’t say anything either – I was afraid a spoken word would break the spell that had fallen over the room. He sat down on the couch; I took the recliner.During the ensuing conversation I learned his name was Kelly. As he bent over to put on his boxers, I couldn’t help but drop to my knees and plant my face in that luscious crack. My washer and dryer were in a separate laundry room, so I took him down the hallway.
