Old Friends

A couple of weeks ago, I stopped to see an old friend. Me being married and he a widower, we chatted about old times. As we did, I watched his pouting man breasts and burly chest. You see, our old relationship was gay and delightful. He asked me to come inside for a drink and we sat down at the kitchen table. Before I knew it, we were kissing. From there, we did everything and more that we had done to each other previously.

— Victor, 64