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Sir be for fucking real right now
“I don’t want your money.” I open my mouth to protest but then he says, “I’ll agree to tutor you if you let me fuck you.”
That’s crazy bro
Will tutor for anal.
Fuck, he’s unnerving. Why does he keep staring at me? I don’t think he’s checking me out, either. I think he’s probably measuring my skin for lampshades.
Never had another dude’s come in my belly button before. It’s like a tiny swimming pool. I should set up a small diving board or some shit.
The grocery man would see the guilt on my face and know when I went to buy veggies next time. They’d ban me from the produce department, fearful of what I might do to a head of lettuce. And honestly, what if my sphincter had sucked that thing right inside, and it disappeared entirely? I’d have to go to the ER, and Finn would never let me live it down. I’d end up
Why is he such a dick ?
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
He glances over at me and winks, and my boxers catch fire. They blaze and turn to ash. Shit.
Theo reaches out and links his pinkie with mine. Fuck, he’s sweet in his own way. He reminds me of a cold wild animal that snaps at you when you try to pet it, but really, it just wants you to curl up with it and keep it warm.
“And what if I, like shit myself or something. I wanted to make sure that didn’t happen…you know….” Oh, Jesus, take the wheel. I slap a hand across my mouth, trying to force my words back inside. I don’t need to talk about shitting myself if Theo fucks me. What the hell is wrong with me?
Well, what the fuck ever. Not everyone can have such a big brain with a side of giant dick.
Oh my god, I knew it. Nipples. I like my nipples played with. I want to try nipple clamps now. All the clamps. Just clamp them on, Theo.
This is worse than having a cucumber disappear into my ass. Death by orgasm—what will the coroner think?
“Don’t you say it. This is me being a friend, Theo. Your friend. It’s a thing people do.” Fuck. I don’t want to be his friend. I want to be his everything.
I don’t blame people for flocking to him. I want to flock to him. I have currently flocked. Oh my god, I’m a stage-five clinger.
