“I’m not that type of queer and you know it, King. My cock and ass are only for the special, not the needy.”
King laughs. “Are you calling me a fucking slut?”
“Not a fucking slut, just a slut, and a straight one at that.”
King provides another laugh and picks up his pace. “I wear the truth well. Don’t I, asshole?”
“Sure do,” Toby says, and also picks up speed, keeping his pace with the gym owner, glad to have the man as his best friend. 34: Bear Blog, August 15
I want all of you readers to tell me who your secret admirers are, if you’ve ever had one, and if you are one. Text me. Email me. Write to me. However you can reach me, I want to know.