" "I'm not Santa Claus, you know," I said. "I exist whether you believe in me or not." I was playing it cool, looking for a way to get out of the situ...tion, but still, I didn't want to lie to the guy and maybe scar him emotionally for life. Or something. Humans are generally very weak and whiny creatures and most seemed to rely on fairy tales to get them through their lives. "Okay, I'll give you that," he said. "You're not Santa Claus. Oh, actually you can help me with a little problem." "Oh,. I think that’s enough exposition… that takes us to our first sexual encounter together…“Shit Blake, I think that girl was trying to hit on you and you just left her there at the bar,” Chris says, trying to hold in his laughter.“If only she knew what I’m about to do to you, Chris,” I retorted. “I’m not going to lie, I’ve been looking forward to this ever since I met you. You’re exactly the kind of guy I like to fuck, a perfect twink.” That was first time I had called him a twink, or anything. He turned his head to the other sideand saw a metal stand with a clear plastic bag and a tube, running to hisarm. Was he in hospital? Was he injured in some way. He was laying on hisback, his head and shoulders were elevated a little. There was a sofa, acoffee table, an armchair and there were two doors; one, he presumed, toa corridor. The other might be to a bathroom.Peter wriggled his fingers, then his toes. He was okay as far as he couldtell, but he felt weak. The door opened and a male. You are a very a sweet and loving husband. Very thoughtful, and caring. But, your cock is...small. Okay? Plus, you don't seem to be able to last for very long before you come. We've talked about that before. Right? And when we have sex I'm never really...satisfied. Okay? But I don't say that to hurt you, babe. But, you asked. I'm trying to be honest with you." "I want you to be honest with me," I replied."I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, babe! I don't mean to do to that. Really, I don't." I know.