Straight story

“You think maybe I am gay?”

This is not the question Marius keeps asking me but it’s close. No, what he usually asks is something like:

“This erection, is normal, no?”

Meaning, his erection with me, at the drop of a hat, on the stroke of a shoulder, or a kiss on the neck.

“But I like the girls.”

Beyond the fact that I simply don’t care, and that "liking . . .

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