“That’s right. Your hopes of playing with Wolf’s cock are officially coming to an end,” Preston proclaims. “You mean playing with it again,” chirps Warner. My jaw drops. Wait? Are they saying … I asked Henry point-blank if he’d ever been with a man and he told me no. Did he lie, or is this just these two tormenting their friend with typical dumb male jokes? “Thanks for that. Just couldn’t fucking help yourselves.” Henry grumbles, “Idiots.”
