I scowled. It wasn’t important, but there was nothing I hated more than Kelly keeping some part of himself from me. I was kind of possessive that way. That got me to really thinking about what he liked that was so fucking secretive. I already knew he was gay, so he probably liked to fuck and be fucked. What was the big hairy deal? Did he think I was some sort of homophobe or something?
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