Matt meets the GayMaker
Matt, whose anal cherry I had just taken, said, "I can't believe we just did that. I thought I was straight." "I knew you weren't," I replied, as I returned from the washroom. The irony was crazy as he was a really loud-mouthed, in your face linebacker on the field, but now in my arms he was a tame, insecure man wanting to be cuddled and loved. "What do you mean?" He asked, looking offended. "I just knew," I shrugged. "How?" He questioned, clearly worried others would know he was a cocksucker....