Secret Love

"At least you admitted it," Bobby said. "You were man enough to be honest about it. I couldn't. I couldn't even after my old man died."

"Funny thing is, maybe I'm not gay," Bobby opined after a moment of silence. "I've never had any attraction to any other guy but you. Is that possible?"

"I guess it is," I said. "I mean, I've found myself attracted to other men besides you, but never felt anything like what I felt about you. Not even close."

"For the last few years I've had trouble getting it up," Bobby admitted.

"You?" I said, recalling the dozens of times we had been together over that time period, and I told him I thought he got just as hard these days as he did back in the beginning.

"That tells you something, doesn't it?" Bobby said with a grin. "Eileen would lay there and tell me that I should get Viagra, and I was dying to tell here that she should have seen the erection I had over at Jim's place last week."

"Look, when you get out of here, let's go away. Just the two of us. We'll get a secluded cabin somewhere and make up for lost time," I said excitedly. "I would give anything to feel you inside of me again."

"If I get out of here, we will," Bobby said, and after we wiped our tears away he added, "Look at us. A couple of old geezers bawling."

"You have to get better," I said before leaving, bending over to give him a kiss. "I'm counting on you."

"I'll try," Bobby said, and those were the last words he said to me.

I went to the wake, walking briskly in and nodding to his wife, unable to look at his body in the casket, and I went to the funeral, standing way in back and shedding tears that no one there would understand.

I love you Bobby, I said as the casket went into the ground. Just like you loved me.

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