You know…. Gay sex “Friday at 7pm. You sure you’re…..”“Fuck’s sake, Henry. So, we headed to the mall. It wasn’t his fault. My eyes crossed and I started to cry out with every thrust. I almost screamed with agony and pleasure. I felt my guts being rearranged, my hole being stretched. I made sure both my hands were in contact with the steel table. Then I felt him stuffing the fabric inside me. He was smoothing them, touching, caressing. They kept everything in when I couldn’t control my…. It was almost like he just wanted me out of the house and “punishment school” was the best option. So look, I’ll tell what we did but don’t think badly of me. Neither of us responded. “I guess you better come back with me, son.” He said. There was urgency. I knew. It wasn’t his fault. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that but I didn’t know if I had any choice in the matter.
