"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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"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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