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Red-hot adrenaline poured from one nerve cell to another, scorching every synapse in my body as my fight or flight response kicked in hardcore.
Game time, bubs. Game face. Focus and finish.
this bizarre mixture of organized chaos that leaves you feeling a little like a tornado just swept past you but instead of leaving a giant mess behind, it rearranges everything and suddenly you can’t find your keys, your shoes are gone, phone’s missing, but there’s no evidence whatsoever.
Yeah, sure you don’t fantasize about him. Certainly not about his lips around your dick or wondering what it would feel like to sink deep inside his body.
The engraving reads: Here lies Ryne Sutton. Instead of being bested by a spiral-bound planner, the poor bastard perished from an epic case of blue balls while attempting to placate his best friend with buck hunting when all he wanted to do was bone his hot boyfriend.
