Last Night's Dilemnas
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His plane touched down at 7:45 PM. We had a nice dinner at Fette Sau on Frankford Avenue, but enjoyed the stolen rubs and fumps under the table so much more. He licked sauce off my fingers and told me he loved me. These days between trips are bliss.
It's 3:41 AM. He pulled a back muscle an hour ago. I gave him a massage...sitting on his back...enjoying the feel of his skin under my fingers...less subtle grinding...as I get wetter...his steady breathing...into sleep.
So, here I am, on random websites, a-trolling again. Booking his flight to SF in a different window. Care to share a smoke and a conversation? New Soundcloud mixes you care to share?
I gotta admit, I do love my best friend.
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