Flanders
There's another student who goes here. Flanders. Slim, nerdy and sensitive type. Like a lawyer from Georgia. He once told me that he could entertain the idea of loving a man romantically but he couldn't imagine trying anything sexually with one. He asked me what I imagined doing with him and I regret giving a sheepish and less than honest answer. If he asked me again what it was that I wanted i'd say this. "So what do you want? To blow me or something?" "Sure but I wasn't imagining starting there." "Where would you start?" Eye contact. To be quite frank I'd start with marking up that porcelain neck and jaw with purplish-red hickies and bruises. Fucker. I'd want you right on the precipice of pleasure and pain while I worked on unbuttoning maybe the first two buttons of your shirt before ripping the rest free. We'd hear the sound of plastic hail hitting the floor, a background chorus to applaud the new revelation of your flawless...