"I was only keeping your boyfriend company until ya got here," Tim said.
"Boyfriend?" Alex said, spinning around, disgusted by what this Jamaican was implying. "Hey, pal. I'm not gay. Just ask all the girls I fucked."
"Oh really?" Tim asked.
Suddenly, Alex felt really strange, really messed up. What the hell was happening? It felt like someone was going into his head and rearranging things in there. He cringed, having a brief headache, then he looked back at the Jamaican.
"So you're not gay, huh?" Tim asked.
"Of course I'm gay. Just ask all the guys I fucked," Alex said, grinning. Then he walked towards Pete and put his arms around him. "You miss me, baby?"
"Only a little," Pete said, before giving his boyfriend a deep kiss.
"What the fuck is going on?" David nearly yelled. Tim moved towards him and forced him to sit down with him. "Did you just make those two gay?"
"Yeah, mon. I can make anyone gay," Tim said.
"Did ... did you make me and Ryan gay?" If Pete and Alex thought they were supposed to be gay lovers, then it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that the Jamaican might have done the same to David and Ryan, right?
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.12 seconds at 2:50am on Apr 11, 2025 via server WEBX2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author