Solo Homo's Solo No' Mo'

This is it, kids! I'm at SFO on my very last trip down to Tucson to visit the Boy. Only of course it's not just a visit, it's to "fetch the Boy", as Jerry just put it in an IM. We're driving back to San Francisco next Friday...should be home late that night.

There's always this slight apprehension when I'm about to head there. It's more of a mildly nervous anticipation when I see him after weeks of not. Of course all of that evaporates when I see that handsome face, see those dark & shiny eyes burning holes in my own retinas. The staredown, the 'hey dummy', the tumescence. All the steps click us back into place.

GoB DAMMIT, I'm one happy fucker.

(No, I haven't met Jonno—yet. I just needed another ends-in-oh-sound.)