Billy shut the front door behind him and saw a pair of unfamiliar white Adidas sneakers in the entrance. He was going to announce his presence, but then heard Francis groaning in the living room. Mortified, Billy stopped moving or breathing.
“Oh, man, that feels so good,” Francis moaned. “Just push a little harder. A little deeper.”
“Yeah, but you need to work with me, Francis. Stop resisting.”
Was that Kyle Easio’s voice? Billy dared a few steps further in. “Hello?” he called out, not chancing to go one more step until he was completely sure he wasn’t going to see something that would scar him for life. “Francis?”
“Yeah, buddy. In here.”
Billy walked into the living room and paused. Kyle had Francis’s right leg leaning on his chest. “Hey, it’s very gay Billy,” Kyle said with that sam
