Ever since I was a kid growing up in Yonkers, I knew I was different. I had these urges and my ma, God rest her soul, my ma, saw it. She would arrange "sexy time" sleepovers with some of the other neighborhood boys. I'd wait for them to fall asleep and I'd go to work. Some enjoyed it, some tried their best to escape, heh. But the one's that just laid there in paralyzed shock, those were the ones that I liked best. Back in the day, that's how I got "cummies". Now, we're all grown up and gobblin' up nut ain't no thing EXCEPT when it comes to you Jericho. Christopher, I'm done yelling. I'm done telling you how many ways to Sunday that I'm gonna attack that dick. Chris, at No Loads Barred this Labor Day weekend, I'm gonna pin you. I'm gonna wrap my mouth around your cock. You're gonna ejaculate down my throat and I'm gonna gulp down ever loving spoonful of that hot Lionheart nectar. Then and only then will that be the end of our story. I told you from day one that it was on sight. On sight Christopher. On sight..