His neck was tense, that was for sure. Gay porn He kept calling me a whore, spitting on me. And what if he thought that he’d like his own space after letting me crash here for months? But then, everything about tonight was weird, topsy-turvy. I couldn’t.He grinned.“Be a good little toy, and maybe I’ll help you. I frowned. He wanted me to feel like nothing and have to give him everything. But as his tip neared my lips, I opened without hesitation. He smiled at me.“I got too drunk last night,” he said.“Brad’s a bad influence.”“You can say that again. Even sitting down, he was tall, imposing, maybe 6’3. When he did, he forced me on my knees. But then, as I spotted a bourbon bottle I could’ve sworn he’d never touched, and was now almost empty, I guess Mark was cutting loose.As I turned the sauna on, and returned inside, I thought about icily announcing I’d had a headache, and I was going to lie down. When Mark said an app, which meant Grindr, Brad chuckled, asking oh yeah?, as if he knew something dirty about us that we didn’t.“So, do you just hang out here all day?” Brad asked, ripping another can.
