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KAYDEN Gareth stopped the part-time stalking job after he escaped from my apartment that night. And he did escape. I watched the security footage, and the little monster crashed into countless walls, nearly fell, and had to hold on to the elevator to remain upright. He looked freshly fucked, his face red and streaks of cum in his messed-up hair. My jacket barely covered his hoodie’s scraps and the marks I decorated his chest with. I might have saved a few videos for…future reference. Sure, I should probably feel some form of confusion that I want to fuck a man and dick him down to the mattress while he writhed in both pleasure and pain. It’s not normal, right? For someone like me, teetering on mid-thirties to find a guy’s cum more delicious than five-star meals. Or that the memory of him shooting that cum into my mouth while wearing that lustful and surprised look makes my dick throb. Straight men don’t fantasize about other men’s dicks or cum. Or do they? Honestly, who gives a fuck? I