“Thanks.” My fingers felt through the fabric for the letters, “Zat you playing the sax?”“Yeah. Gay porn More sweat. Toe of my boot hit something, a broken concrete rim of a grave, covered with cloud-shaped greenish-gray moss. Neighbors run me off.” He watched me closely.“You in a band?” I carefully centered the hoop over Coy’s name. “The taste of your cum is stronger.” Lay the handkerchief on the bed, told me to keep it under my groin. Made me anxious for the first push. Couldn’t calm myself. We went to the shower—always good kissing in the warm water, soapy rub, our bodies were similar but for my always-rigid cock. Your great grandad was a sod—you know, a fag. ‘Bout a hundred yards off the road, I trudged into the woods with my bag, hand-drawn map in hand. I lay waiting for him in the bright sun coming through the side window; I loved this bed, this house, everything inside it. Made me harder when he hit my spot.
