There he was in the photo I had taken of a homeless man lying outside the courthouse. I prowl the streets of Cleveland taking photos of the homeless a...d other street people. I had become such a fixture they barely seemed to notice me. I used to be afraid of downtown Cleveland. I had started snapping photos of the people in the square, for this wonderful, yet horrible collection I was determined to call “LIFE.” Downtown kept me busy. *Snap* I captured a destitute man as he dug in a garbage. After a while he was picked up by the other two guys, and whilst dancing I was asked to lie down on the table in front of us. The whole club was whooping and yelling in joy at this spectacle. I got an extensive dubbel blowjob from the two guys in Biker Jackets and my hands were lusty rubbing over the backs of their Leathers. I pressed their heads tightly into my crotch while I was sliding my cock between their lips to the beat of the music. The boy in chaps was dancing above us with his cock. ‘Well, how does it look?’ I asked. Matt glanced around the room, ignoring the fact that he’d seen it dozens of times. He pulled me with him to the crib. With his other hand, he punched bumper pads as if he were checking the tires on a new car. He patted the edges of the homemade quilt, tracing along a letter ‘J’ that I’d cross-stitched on the front. He released my hand and wound up the mechanism on the baby-soft mobile. ‘It looks ready,’ he said. We watched yellow, puffy suns revolve to an. “So ... we could ... all of us?”I laughed. Her dark eyes and complexion paired with a lascivious grin quickened my pulse. “I thought I wasn’t invited.”Melissa had let go of Willow’s hand and Willow put her hand on Melissa’s knee affectionately. “Well, you know how it is, girls have fun together. Men ... it gets complicated. Can I talk you into a late invitation?” She danced fingertips across my hand.“I’m an easy sell on this idea,” I said. “I can’t think of a dog pile I’d rather be in but I can.