I don’t know what all that screaming and yelling was about. That fag was carrying on like it was killing him. It’s just a cock. It’s not too big, it fit in his hole just fine, I didn’t even have to shove that hard. Yeah, it would have probably been easier on the fag if I used some lube, but, at least I spit on his hole first, I mean that’s good enough, right?
Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t considerate, I did lube him up eventually. His cunt was nice and slick for the second and third rounds.
Before a long flight, nothing relaxes like spit roasting a fag in some anonymous airport hotel room.
They found him in the lobby bar of the hotel and convinced him to come upstairs for a drink. They told him they had a cooler of cold beers in their room and that it was much cheaper than drinking the overpriced hotel drinks. A few roofied beers later and the guy was taking dick in both ends. He was fucked like a cheap whore. In the morning he would wake up with his holes stretched out and filled with cum, with no memory of how they got that way. While his two rapists were sound asleep on a early morning, cross country
flight, feeling relaxed and spent.
Decorating the faggot.
Making sure he looks his best before all of his friends arrive for his birthday party.
Just keep telling yourself, it’s not really gay if you don’t look at the guy your stroking.
And there is “no homo” if you close your eyes when you suck a load out of his cock.
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