My right foot was on fire.
But Jack was in the heat.
He wanted to lick my feet.
I refused him and asked him to do something.
I shouldn't have asked that.
Because he really did something.
With no warning, no foreshadowing…
He stripped his pants in front of me.
I saw everything of him once again.
Honestly, I've seen more nudity here than I ever did browsing late-night Earth internet. At this point, I'm not sure if I'm in a fantasy world or a cursed OnlyFans dimension.
I asked Jack why he dropped his pants like an actor practicing method acting before a sex scene.
He said that he thought I would like to see his inner workings again.
He said that my face screamed that I needed a pounding so hard that I forgot I was ever gay.
I yelled that I was never gay and then with a smile, Jack said:
"Exactly."
I would have killed him right there and then if not for him being already dead and also for not me being on fire right now!
