Fag Whore

“Yes. You are?” my boyfriend asked.

“I’m Rick, but they call me Alpha King,” he said with a smirk.

My boyfriend and I were taken aback by the confidence. With that body, I thought, it was his right to be that confident. My eyes explored his muscular body for a long time. I let my boyfriend, who is more extroverted, do the talking.

“Well, Rick, nice to meet you. We just moved in. I’m Bob, this is Jim.”

“I saw you had a screening room in your house. Saw it from the window. Bet you watch movies every night, huh?”

My boyfriend smiled. “Yes, it’s a nice thing to have.”

“So you don’t mind if I bring a few of my frat friends to your place and we can watch our games?”

My boyfriend looked at me. He would never accept. But my eyes sparkled and I sort of nodded.

“Why the hesitance Bobby? Jimmy there seems to be fine with it.”

“Well, Rick…” my boyfriend started to say before Rick interrupted.

“Hey Jimmy, mind giving my feet a rub while you stand there? They’re kinda sore.”

My boyfriend stared at me, waiting for my reaction. “Excuse me,” he wanted to bark at Rick. But I immediately moved to Rick’s feet and started massaging them, paying no attention to Bob.

“There we go. Now here’s the deal. I despise faggots. You don’t deserve to live a married life. It’s a waste of your time. So here’s what’s going to happen. You’ll both rub at my feet until I’m bored with you. Then we’ll go back to your house and make a copy of the keys. I’ll invite some friends over, you get the snacks and the drinks. I want to see your divorce papers next thing tomorrow. You can still live together, but you’ll be living for my comfort.”

Bob looked at me. I looked at Rick’s foot.

Rick smirked. “I just need one of you to consent. And Jimmy here found his new boyfriend: my right foot. Bobby, meet your new boyfriend: my left foot.”

Bob closed his eyes and took hold of Rick’s other foot.

“Good homo fags.”

“Yes. You are?” my boyfriend asked.

“I’m Rick, but they call me Alpha King,” he said with a smirk.

My boyfriend and I were taken aback by the confidence. With that body, I thought, it was his right to be that confident. My eyes explored his muscular body for a long time. I let my boyfriend, who is more extroverted, do the talking.

“Well, Rick, nice to meet you. We just moved in. I’m Bob, this is Jim.”

“I saw you had a screening room in your house. Saw it from the window. Bet you watch movies every night, huh?”

My boyfriend smiled. “Yes, it’s a nice thing to have.”

“So you don’t mind if I bring a few of my frat friends to your place and we can watch our games?”

My boyfriend looked at me. He would never accept. But my eyes sparkled and I sort of nodded.

“Why the hesitance Bobby? Jimmy there seems to be fine with it.”

“Well, Rick…” my boyfriend started to say before Rick interrupted.

“Hey Jimmy, mind giving my feet a rub while you stand there? They’re kinda sore.”

My boyfriend stared at me, waiting for my reaction. “Excuse me,” he wanted to bark at Rick. But I immediately moved to Rick’s feet and started massaging them, paying no attention to Bob.

“There we go. Now here’s the deal. I despise faggots. You don’t deserve to live a married life. It’s a waste of your time. So here’s what’s going to happen. You’ll both rub at my feet until I’m bored with you. Then we’ll go back to your house and make a copy of the keys. I’ll invite some friends over, you get the snacks and the drinks. I want to see your divorce papers next thing tomorrow. You can still live together, but you’ll be living for my comfort.”

Bob looked at me. I looked at Rick’s foot.

Rick smirked. “I just need one of you to consent. And Jimmy here found his new boyfriend: my right foot. Bobby, meet your new boyfriend: my left foot.”

Bob closed his eyes and took hold of Rick’s other foot.

“Good homo fags.”

they didn’t felt like going to the toilet mid-movie. so they instead used two plastic faggots in front of them as their urinals.