You’re staring at me! “Nooo… No I wasn’t..”“You a fag or something?”“No….”“Get the fuck over her faggot.”He eagerly walks over. Sit the fuck down!” I barkHe can’t help but smile. I put one of my legs up on the bench, my crotch about 2 feet from his face.“You want this don’t you?! Gay sex I make an obvious motion in his direction and he turns around. He walks towards me but chickens out and pretends to stroll past, he can’t help but keep his gaze on my glistening broad chest and pert nips as he passes. I stop.“What the fuck are you looking at?”“No..nooothh.. He’s always staring. Showtime.I stand up and press my hands against the back of my waist stretching forward, pushing my bulge out. Nothing…”“Bull shit! Showtime.I stand up and press my hands against the back of my waist stretching forward, pushing my bulge out. I stand up and stretch across to the right, then left. He’s about a foot away from the bench staring.
