Class Act Hippie

Class act hippie, skinny, sharp cut features, close young friend of mine. I'd hoped for more with him. Our friendship was more than just exchanges of lines, stories and drugs. Although it was all of those things, and more. We had a deep, brotherly love for each other.

I knew not to press boundaries with boy friends that were clearly set from the beginning. It wouldn't have been an uncommon rumor to perhaps hear that he and I were secretly gay. After all, we'd played out those roles several times for audiences already. But there weren't any developments beyond that, even if I'd wanted more.

Despite seeing his massive monster cock emerge from a moonlit river and dangled over a fire, for my eyes alone. God, he was beautifully sexy!

Keller was an ancient soul, whom seemed to know all about everything, and he'd tell you precisely how he felt about any situation. He knew how I felt, but respected our friendship enough never to tell me that he knew.