What am I doing with your phone? Fuck dude, what are you doing with your Tumblr? You know I thought you were just a normal gay guy posting the occasional naked dude like I do the occasional naked chick, but your likes are seriously fucked up. No wonder you keep them hidden, I mean, you even liked one that said “like this if you’re a urinal for straight men”.
So are you a urinal for straight men then? I mean, how far does this really go? If I stood up and whipped my dick out right now would you drop to your knees and let me piss down your throat? Would you beg to suck my straight dick? Would you give up the right to touching your own cock if it means you could touch mine?
Because that’s what all this says here. It says you want to be my domesticated bitch: cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, sucking my cock and letting me fuck you whenever I feel like it. It says you’ll do all that, be my gay boyfriend, but your cock will be locked up and I’ll still get to fuck chicks. It says you’ll kiss my ass literally and figuratively, and praise my scent no matter how little I shower or how much I burp, fart, or sweat. It says you’re literally someone that thinks my shit doesn’t stink and is willing to treat me accordingly.
So what do you think? You want to get down on your knees so I can tell you how this will happen? I’ll need full access to your phone and your thoughts on any questions I might have. I’ll even let you see my erect cock so you know you’re making the right choice. Go on, you know you want to, get down on your knees.
