"why are you gay?" silence. "chat, i'm homophobic now, but mainly towards austin." from our favorite turkish hunk.
“what?” barely computing the words, bit too focused on the video they're reacting to (of course he is), austin shakes his head, eyes going from screen to hunk hasan. “ugh, cancel him, chat.” jokery smirk on his lips, suddenly his hand is on hasan's arm; the bare bicep, firm flesh underneath his digits. eyes dart back to the screen, distracting himself from the feeling with the little words from the stupid usernames.
“yeah, he just beat me up, chat, just off-camera. he hate-crimed me, cancel him. your days of homophobia are over.”
cut to them off-camera, ten minutes before the stream. hasan's hand did come across his face, stronger each time; and he moaned girly and pretty for his bro every time, thanking him for each slap. hasan's on top of him, man-hand blocking his airways, fat turkish cock getting stroked right over his face, and tapped on it for good measure. austin's tongue out, throat spent, cock-stupid, his own drool wetting his red face. he wants nothing but cum. goonershow. FaggotShow.












