No event, character, or situation described has any correspondence with reality. Gay sex I’ll be careful, I promise. Shame was eating him alive. It’s disgusting.”Marco tilted his head, his tone turning pleading. “You’re a fucking champ.”Then, without warning, the tip hit Luca’s throat. You’re helping me out, right? His tongue grazed the nuts, the salty, musky taste overwhelming his senses. They were straight, or so they’d always claimed, their banter revolving around girls, beers, and club nights. I’ll bring chips.”“Perfect, bro,” Marco replied, a smirk hidden in his eyes.An hour later, they were in Marco’s living room, sprawled on the couch with cold beers in hand. Always here, always available. I’m doing what I made my chicks do, he thought, disgust twisting his gut.“Easy, bro,” Marco said, his voice a low growl. They were straight, or so they’d always claimed, their banter revolving around girls, beers, and club nights. You can get better, but… damn, you’re a god.”Luca, still on the floor, didn’t respond. The game on TV was just background noise. He tried to resist, but Marco’s hands, firm in his hair, held him in place, pretending not to notice the inevitable. Nah. And who can I trust?
