“I don’t know why the hell you’re obsessed with me, but I’m telling you that it’s impossible. I’m not gay.” He bursts out laughing, the sound scraping at the edges of my sanity, and I want to reach out to stop it, but I can’t move. Shut up. Shut the fuck up— “Not gay?” he sneers at me. “Baby, you came three times on my hand, mouth, and fucking fingers. You choked on my cock and came because of a mere prostate fucking. If that isn’t gay, I don’t know what is.”
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