We didn’t talk for a long time, then it was just about our usual grievances.“This town sucks,” said Lee Roy.“Because there ain’t shit to do.”“Got that right.”The PBR cans turn to mouths in unison.“I’ve not had a date in weeks,” said Lee Roy.“Who has.”The PBR cans turn to mouths in unison.“Zeke claimed he hooked up with that Robinson girl,” said Lee Roy.“Susan?”“Yeah, that’s the one.”“Shit, Zeke hasn’t tapped that,” I replied, using a phrase I heard Rayford use on more than one occasion.Lee Roy laughed, then took another drink as I watched the Adams apple bob up and down with each swallow.“Shit, I’m horny as a goat,” said Lee Roy as he blatantly adjusted his dick, moved it up and over. Gay porn I found a couple of old The B-52’s CDs at the second hand store in town, and I played “Dirty Back Road” and “Hero Worship” bellowing out the lyrics with Cindy as she sung You ride me and Feet in the air and Down, On my knees, I try to please.Thankfully no one was around to hear my awful singing.Then rain set in on a Friday, and the next morning mom and dad left to visit her sister down in Lake City.
