“You don’t have to get married when you have a dick the size of mine,” Tank admitted. “Guys drop on their knees, and I have my top ways with them. One after the next. It’s the way life is for me.”
Burke pulled his palm away from Tank’s member. “How many guys have you slept with, Tank?”
“Lost count at four hundred. No reason to keep track after that number.”
“After fucking four hundred guys, you didn’t fall for any of them?”
Tank shook his head. “Hell, no. I meet a guy, bang him, and get rid of him. My life isn’t about companionship and never will be.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re paying True Blue twenty-four thousand dollars for six months to do this?”
Tank laughed and shook his head. “Fuck, no. My mother is. She signed me up with True Blue, wanting to find me Mr. Right. The money isn’t coming out of my pocket. The woman wants a son-in-law and adopted grandchildren. None of it’s my thing. I’m more into tight assholes and cum-filled cocks.”