One for Keith
The old gay guy over the road, saw me coming home in my jogging shorts. He's a nice enough guy, really, kind of old fashioned gay. Me in my running shorts sure got his attention. "What I'd give to feel that again." His eyes drifted down my body. "Oh Keith, you flatter me." I puffed and panted on the spot. I put my hands on my knees. I could feel the burn of the run leave me slowly, as my breath came back. "How are you? "I'm good Keith. You?" "Oh, I'm good really, nobody listens to my complaints anyway. The complaints of an old man." Keith has a towel over his shoulder. He hands it to me. I take my shirt off, I know Keith would like that, that's why I did it, and I dried my chest with Keith's towel. "You are looking fit, my boy." I look up and smile. "Thanks." "I haven't seen that since... well, I don't know... Ah, it feels good." "Feels good?" I repeat, teasingly. I don...