Vietnam Pleasures Itself

My vision blurred.  “AAAAAAGH!”They dropped me. Hot, bitter liquid hit my gut like sunshine punching through storm clouds. Gay sex My friends had their fun, but when I returned, I knew it was time to sort everything out. His words were full of pain and regret.I stood frozen over the trash bin as he bolted out. Circling. Agony. Eight inches of betrayal. Like he was made for this.”Nathan’s face twisted, pure rapture, as he watched his wet dream come true: me, impaled on him. Click. No difference now.I was being double stuffed Something primal detonated in my chest, lust,  thick as motor oil, smothering every protest.  “You love this, don’t you?” Sam taunted from the shadows.  Nathan’s “Yesss” tangled with my guttural “FUCK YES”as Sam fucked Nathan’s mouth like a glove. Came to face-down, ass-up, presented.  “Here we go.”Nathan’s voice dripped with hunger as he speared me in one thrust.  No warning. The window yawned wide, moonlight pooling like liquid silver on the floor.  Fight.  My fingers dug into Nathan’s hips.  Control.  But Dave’s laugh slithered into my ear: “Look at him take it. “House special for the walking dead.”Then he was gone—swallowed by the last-call stragglers shouting orders.Won’t lie—I drank every shot I could get from the bartenders ’til the screaming in my skull about Johnfinally shut the fuck up.  “You’re done.”Mike snatched

Vietnam Pleasures Itself

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