It’s salty and sweaty. Gay sex “Yes, Sir.”Bill Roger sees me and quickly brings me to the bar stool next to his. On Bud Light, and one Miller.”You and I are going to have some fun, my little friend.” Roger explains as he is pulling off his plaid shirt. My lips opened and I took it. Right there. He tells me to shut up unless I want to call him Daddy. Got it?” His pants hit the floor. (Although I do think about it often.) I’m shaking my head and begging him to let me go. It didn’t take long either. “Good. He pulls my hair forcing my mouth to taste it. He pulls my hair forcing my mouth to taste it. He orders me a Bud Light. Time stopped. I can’t possibly fight back. It’s salty and sweaty. I dream this dream all the time. That’s what you’re suppose to do, right? Are you? Good boy. Roger calls me.
