“Thanks for the beer, faggot!” he laughed. Just a few years ago, he had been just like him: a scrawny sensitive homosexual enrolled in a liberal arts college studying poetry. That was before his run in with the bald Marine who convinced him to enlist and become a real man.
Now he returned the favor, meeting up with sensitive poet types and showing them what true masculinity looked like… and what it tastes like. A good throatfucking and his poet of the day would be ready to follow him to the enlistment center and give in to the same toxic masculinity. It fucking ruled.












