For the Fans

by Nyla K.

an altar boy…

I dont think i like that

wedged snugly between a rock and a gay place.

“Well, Kyran, judging by all the people, booze, and music, I’m gonna say… I’m here to do everyone’s taxes.”

But the nagging little voice in the back of my mind keeps on insisting that I’m growing bored with peanut butter and jelly. Especially when there are so many other interesting sandwiches out there… No. I shake my head again. No, peanut butter and jelly is fine. It’s a classic, and everybody loves it. There’s no need to be thinking about grilled fluffer-nutters with banana, or apple brie paninis, or all those other exotic, different sandwiches when the standard, regular ones do exactly what they’re supposed to do. Nourish you.

“So you’re saying a ride on your dick is like a trip to a day spa?”

I’ll be on my best behavior. I mean, I’m still me. My best behavior is probably pretty appalling to most. But I’ll do what I can.

“Boy, if other people worked as hard as you at denying themselves good things, we’d be living in a world without corndogs.”

“For the fans?” “For the fans.”

Attempting to be festive with my mother, Tom, and Kyran just sounds like something that will make me want to fa-la-la-la-light myself on fire.

“What’s its name?” “Robin.” I bite my lip. He squints down at her. “Why Robin?” “Because she’s my sidekick,” I tell him. He peeks at me. “I’m Batman.”

“So, I can slide my cock in and out of your ass, but hand-holding is too intimate for you, Kyran?”

“How could you ever forget about Chrismakkah??” He feigns outrage. “It’s the epic battle between Jesus and Moses!”

“Way ahead of you, babe.”

Stop hes so cute