There was also a photo of a pretty English girl and four young children, the oldest maybe six. Gay porn I couldn’t stop myself. And another. So I couldn’t understand why I’d set out to own this man but wound up being owned by him. A black car zoomed right up and I slung my bags in and followed it without a thought, saying, “Heathrow. I looked around, lost, then down at him. Born September third. It was my underground guy, dressed in crisp navy slacks, black Polo shirt and a fake black leather windbreaker, looking a thousand times better than I remembered. My tie and suit coat joined the briefs.I didn’t look at him again till I was done and in better control of myself. I draped his briefs over my lips. Confusion and shock filled his eyes. It’s a physiological reaction, that’s all. My heart exploded with joy … Didn’t mean to do that. From every angle I could think of.Then finally I stopped, drunk on the images of him, and used my briefs to wipe myself off, my hands back to shaking.I knelt beside him. Damn, probably the only clothes he had to work in. Damn, probably the only clothes he had to work in.
