The Slob

by Aron Beauregard

I watched him stroke the pus from his tiny manhood and watched the toxic clumpy discharge land on my clit and lips.

What the fuck.

“You are what you eat.”

Boooooo. Corny! Tomatoes tomatoes. I’m throwing tomatoes.

Trapped in a prudish age that generally scoffed at homosexuality, Steffen had created a community where the boys could be boys, no girls allowed.

Hello??? Gays eating women???

As gay men, they were used to the bottom of the social totem pole. Steffen and his collective had seen it fit to work toward changing that. If only they could whittle down the feminine populace around them while, at the same time, pocketing some of their lady-like qualities that the boys so often enjoyed projecting.

You gotta be fucking kidding me. Fuck you Aron.