Tristan’s cock. xxx It was torture, but the good kind. ‘I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!’ I yelled. He was the archytypal straight guy, girls hanging off him, always goofing around in class. How can you be in love with me?’
‘But I am…’
‘The hell you are…you’re a fucking queer…outta my way.’
Okay maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I used to dream about what his dick looked like, was it long?, short?, dark?, thin?, fat?, who knew. How can you be in love with me?’
‘But I am…’
‘The hell you are…you’re a fucking queer…outta my way.’
Okay maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Tristan liked to moon a lot, he had the most perfect bubble butt in the world, tanned and gorgeous, like the rest of him.
