Suburbia in the inner city

Was visited by the suburban boy last night, out of the blue in a&f's...


He called me randomly near midnight, complaining bitterly about an older man he liked who had just relapsed into meth binge after three years of sobriety, like, in his lap basically, and he had dropped him off and needed to 'vent.'

Venting for him was tender makeouts on the bed in my room.

It had been a long time since I had touched and been touched and we just slowly laid there, kissing and stroking for the longest time.

There was something insouciant about it all, our defenses gone, no pretense or borders under lock-and-key.

Eventually I entered him from behind and we rocked back and forth like that for the longest time, and when we finished he fished his hands through my chest hair again, looking for something...