Fred asked me to consider fucking Hunter with him. “OK,” I said. “Just OK?” Fred asked. “As in sure,” I said back. It was definitely a sure. A fine. Let's do this. I’d never met Hunter. Fred and I decided to open up our relationship three months before. I still hadn’t slept with anyone else yet. The only thing I’d done was jerk off into a middle-aged man’s mouth at the gym. We were in the handicapped restroom of the locker room and he told me to cum into his mouth. I was horny. He was nice looking and named Thomas and had big, sad hands. Sometimes hands make me sad. Hands that I just want to kiss and press against my face. I wanted to do that when he was kneeling down before me—his gym shorts hanging around his ankles—and staring up at me. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide; his hands were pressing down on the white tile floor for support. He looked like a statue in a fountain I’d seen once. I almost started to laugh when I was looking down at him because I imagined water shooting out of his mouth and people throwing pennies around him. But if I laughed, I wouldn’t cum, so I held it in.
Wow...please continue this! I'm hooked.
TLDR but Hunter Biden gay fanfic is needed now more than ever.
Incredibly gripping!
This is EXTRAORDINARY.
This is fantastic. Seriously, the inner dialogue is hilarious and gave me anxiety. Haha.
Please write a book!!
The way you write is addicting
Please write more!
Subbed, bless you E carrrrrrro
Subscribed IMMEDIATELY. fav line: Hunter never replied. Neither did Fred. I wanted to die.