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After a while, Jake slowly pulled out his huge dick that was still buried inside my hole, he immediately picked up the Calvin Klein brief and the bathrobe he had taken off earlier and put it on again while I put on my brief and my ripped jeans again. "You still want to come with me and meet my friend?" Jake asked me after he put on his Calvin Klein briefs and bathrobe. "Yeah!" I replied sparingly causing Jake to smile at me and he suddenly put his arm around my shoulder and motioned for me to come with him. As Jake and I walked through the living room, we inevitably had people staring at us, especially with Jake Andrich walking with me. I know a lot of people wanted him. Unfortunately, they

I asked in a very stern tone. "It's not that deep a man. Don't take it serious. Others feel this way because of a woman and you're feeling this way because of a man like you? Common, he has a dick and you do too." Jake stated. I almost forgot that Jake was straight. He ain't gay. "Stop it." Alex interjected. Yup, Alex is gay, just like me. "How do you fuck? I'm itching to know." Jake muttered but we ignored him and he kept quiet.

Warner and Eli look to Montana. “Carson’s a party pooper,” Eli reports. “He’d rather write or read than get a blow job. You’re the first girl he hasn’t treated like she has cooties in a long time.” “We even started a pool,” Warner adds. “We bet on when he’ll come out as a gay man.” “He’s not gay,” Jake’s deep voice corrects pulling Peyton upright. She drapes her legs over Jake’s lap. “Ignore them,” I plead.

Jake said, his voice low. Anthony crossed his arms, waiting for Jake to speak. “I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry,” Jake began. “But you have to understand that my family is very traditional. They would never accept me being in a relationship with another guy, let alone someone like you.” Anthony’s eyes flashed with anger. “Someone like me? What’s that supposed to mean?” Jake looked pained. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean… you’re open about who you are. You’re brave. I’m not.”

“But when he told me about the open marriage, I felt like I was punched in the gut. Open? After everything we’ve been through?” Jake clenched his teeth and shook his head, mumbling. “Another Douche bag.” He sees the cruelty that women endure daily. Jake’s driving factor is the utmost disrespect he has for men who are not faithful to their wives. He believes that a real man should be able to say what he means and mean what he says. If the man is cheating, then he is not following that basic but very significant principle that he lives by. “You will never be unable to comprehend the cruelty of men like that. So you told him no… and he went ahead anyway?”