Tales Of A Gay Man (Final)
The situation sounded bizarre, but who was I to judge?
"Well, no judgement here" Hunter shrugged, and sat down, "he'll suck your soul out".
Brandon was here on some sort of scholarship. I didn't know much about him, but I knew that he'd been an olympic wrestler when he was just eighteen, and won gold. It wasn't hard to tell why. The guy was built like a refrigerator.
"Can we do this then?" He asked, and I nodded and watched as he lay back on his bed, took yet another deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, go ahead" he swallowed, refusing to open his eyes as I looked nervously back at Hunter who shrugged.
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