The one who keeps his erection the longest is the winner.”Oh yeah. Good game. I couldn’t get my head round it. How can it not be gay?“It…it’... a bit gay, innit, Mr McGann?”“Is it fuck gay? Nothing queer about having a cock fight, boy! This is a proper man’s game this is. Shows who’s got the hardest cock. You’re only a real man if you can keep your cock hard.”I thought: Oooh, yeah, this is the gayest thing ever. Having a cock fight with a macho prick. I said, “Call that a fucking erection. Ha!”I. That’s my girl. I need a good girl like you working with me.” He said griping firmly onto my hands. At that moment, I thought about whether I had made the right decision. But I felt that there was no turning back, my lively hood was at stake. Lorenzo was well pleased with my decision. We kissed, and I felt energized by him. My body was hungry for him, and I knew that he felt the same about me. I remembered how good he made me feel the night before and replayed it in. 'You have so many pairs', he queries as he handles each one with a tenderness and the reverence they deserve since they were next to my skin.I try to be adult with him, encourage him to be likewise and not make me feel guilty because my brain want's to sexually abuse him, but as long as my needs are in my brain, I'm safe and can continue the think dirty little thoughts about his u******e cock in my mouth.'God that thought makes me fucking wet'.'Why do you have so many pairs', he asks me as I. It was a little after 8 p.m. when my dad got back from the bar, carrying a six pack. After I let him in, I went back and sat on my bed, and I went back to watching TV. My dad set his six-pack on the dresser, he then flops on the bed and proceeds to try and get his shoes off. Well a few minutes later, I got up to get my cell phone off the dresser that was charging. I stopped to peek out the window to see what the ruckus that was outside. Well, as I'm watching these two gay guys bitch slap each.