Once again, I deeply, deeply regretted not answering Mark’s request to meet with the “fuck off” he deserved. We’d been like oil and water for years. That I’d had to force myself to peel away from his hard body and the thick cock throbbing so fucking ready in my hand was infuriating. I’d hooked up with plenty of guys. Plenty of straight boys testing the flexibility of their sexuality, even, which was often entertaining. I didn’t give a shit. Fun was fun and who cared whether or not the dude wanted to acknowledge you in public the next day? Mark Farrow isn’t every other guy, though, is he? No, I
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