She looked at the neatly folded red hankie my back pocket and said,”You flagging, butch?”

I chuckled and winked, then put on my innocent face, “I have allergies, you know.”

“Do you always bottom to your allergies?”

“Sadly, yes, especially if they’re fisting me.”


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