"Paulie jerked his pants up angrily. "You lied to me. You told me that they knew and they were cool with it. With us."
"Paulie, I know you're pissed. But-"
"But nothing man! You lied to me. How can you say you love me when you lied?"
"Please," I whispered. "Don't go. Not yet. Let's talk."
He paused at the door but kept his back to me. "You wanna talk? Fine. I have a lie of my own. I'm no virgin. I just said that to you so I could get in your pants. I can never be with you. You don't even have the guts to stand up to your parents and tell them their baby boy likes guys."
"Paulie, wait-" I was afraid he'd go, and all hell was going to break loose with my parents. I grabbed his arm. "Stay. Or we can go somewhere."
But he wouldn't listen. He jerked from my grasp. "F--k you, Elliot. Don't call me again."
I blew out a breath. Ethan had no f--king idea about..."
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©2015 Michael Henry van der Voort (P)2015 Michael Henry van der Voort
"Log," "stiff pole," "flesh flute," etc. are all delightful names for the penis used in this story of 2, then 3 college guys getting together. If that interest you, along with other stereotypical male (of a certain type) college lingo then this is definitely the story for you.
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