Pulling his loose robe close about him he turns and goes back inside. Gay porn I run my fingers through it, cool to the touch, silky. As befits such an old friendship.The chorus grows louder, in front, back, all around. I continue, oddly unperturbed by the threat of discovery.A distant clatter becomes a roar as a garbage truck trundles into view, stopping and starting, its robot arm lifting and emptying, breaking the peaceful bubble. Looking across at his empty chair, I imagine again his cock and balls hanging heavily, so close. As handsome as the day I’d first met him (my little secret), the house seemed warmer with him in it.He stepped out through the door and sat on a chair, not too close. One of my oldest friends (and even older than me) staying for a few days, always welcome. So very close.Finally I get up too. So very close.Finally I get up too. I wasn’t really having a wank, just working my foreskin in a desultory way over the slippery knob, nowhere near orgasm, nor intending to be. The first notes of the dawn chorus were starting to echo through the still, cold air, like distant music or an orchestra tuning. Looking down I smile. It smells loamy, fresh like the cool
