You think I’m faggy? Well, sure. I don’t try to hide it.
But why’s a married man like you, a jock, a father, a pillar of the church … why are you always following me around? Is that faggy?
Is it faggy that you can’t stop staring? That you look at my toes and wonder what they’d taste like? That you stare at my crotch and think about whether it’s bigger than yours?
Is it faggy that you’ve got a hard seven inches in your pants, and that when I tell you I’ve just got four, you get even harder? That you leak when I tell you you’re gonna suck me and that I’m gonna shoot all over your face?
